Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2002 18:09:47 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 12

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 12
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After Tim and the doctor showered they came back down stairs to find that
Fred was dressed and waiting.  Dr. Carl said he wanted to start a photo
journal of their developmental progress to supplement the written journal
he was keeping.  "This could be an interesting case study that may help
boys who are similarly situated with Fred" he lied.  Fred said he wouldn't
wish the abuse that he was enduring on anyone and that he was glad to do
whatever he could to help.  Dr. Carl then took out his digital camera and
had the boys expose themselves under his bright desk light so that the
pictures would clearly capture each of their pubic developments.  He first
zoomed the camera lens on Tim's genitals and photographed him at several
different angles, then he did the same to Fred.  "Let's see how they've
turned out" the doctor said as he attached the computer coupling to the
camera.  After a few key strokes and mouse clicks the first image of Tim
appeared on the computer screen.  The doctor used his editing keys to
adjust the size and contrast of the picture which resulted in a clear view
of the developing hairs around Tim's small penis and testicles.  As he
zoomed in some more, the soft white hairs took on a much more pubic look
and a few soft straight darker hairs became visible.

"That's cool Doc" Tim remarked as he looked in pride at his blossoming
growth.  "Here's yours Fred" the doctor said as he zoomed in on the area
around Fred's penis.  Fred had nowhere near the volume of "whities" that
Tim had but a significant number was still visible. The camera also caught,
in beautiful resolution, the lone curly dark pube and the 4 or 5 softer
dark pube wanna-bes that had recently sprouted up.  "Things are progressing
nicely Fred...you'll be visible when you shower very soon I think."  Fred
replied in satisfaction and relief that he couldn't wait!

Dr. Carl wrote them each a late note for school and then dropped them off
on the way to his office.  During the drive he reminded them to "save"
themselves for the next visit to his house which they decided would be
every Saturday afternoon, schedules permitting.  When the boys expressed
their concern that they might not be able to hold out for a whole week, the
doctor allowed that emergency treatments would be possible but that morning
visits and going to school late was too risky.  He informed the boys that
he had Wednesday afternoons off, so if they called him in the morning, he
could try to arrange to see them after they got out of school. Then
Dr. Carl posed an interesting prospect to the boys.

"You know" Dr. Carl began "with the proper assurances of silence, we could
include others in the "treatment" program for the sake of medical science."
"What do you mean" a concerned Fred replied as Tim took on a look of
confusion.  "Since you two are the subjects of this experiment, it would be
useful to have others in your peer group participate for some base line
observations of how they have or are developing.  I would vary the regiment
of their treatment from yours to see if better results are possible."  "I
don't understand what you just said" Tim interrupted. "I mean that we have
a winning recipe with you boys that we wouldn't want to vary unless we knew
it would be made more effective. But we'd need to use boys of a specific
type who we knew could be trusted. I'd need one boy from your class Tim who
was not as developed as you but would want to be and I'd need one from your
class Fred who is ahead of you but not by much."

"They're all way ahead of me Doc" Fred replied in disgust.  "Well I guess
they are for now but if you can think of someone who has only recently
passed you or who's puberty may have appeared to stall, then he might be
interested in accelerating his development. We don't need to make any
decisions now but think about it.  And be sure not to mention anything to
anyone who you think might be a candidate until we've talked about exactly
how to approach them."  The boys agreed and said they'd give it some
thought before their next visit.  After he dropped them off at their
respective schools, Dr. Carl smiled broadly at the prospects of his special
patient base being expanded, especially in view of the inevitable fact that
both Fred and Tim would soon be developing beyond the point of sexual
attraction, as far as the doctor was concerned.  Sure, he could go to
shaving and trimming, but once they started to cum like men, the jig was
up.  If Fred's "cure" could secretly be leaked out on a selective basis to
other puberty paranoid adolescents, Dr. Carl figured he could have a
constant supply of young boys to whip, bugger, suck on and be sucked by! He
was convinced that his video blackmail would insure the silence of a
willing participant who truly believed that he had been vaulted into
manhood through the doctor's benevolence. "God" he thought "the psychology
of luring these boys was flawless!"

And certainly it was in the case of Fred and Tim who were totally hooked
the "treatment" program, never missing a Saturday and throwing in a
Wednesday every week or so as they adhered to their commitment to otherwise
remain celibate.  Their sessions with the doctor followed the usual script
and they were getting very good and holding their composure during their
beatings.  No restraint or gagging was required now as the boys would bend
over the end of the doctor's desk and submit to their whipping with only an
occasional yelp or groan followed by soft contained weeping.  The strength
of the multiple orgasms they would have with the doctor and each other,
coupled with their steady pubic development, made the ritual spankings well
worth the price.

They would also talk during their sessions about possible recruits.  Tim
had a long list of candidates that he thought could be interested and
Dr. Carl asked him to narrow it down to someone who could be approached
without fear that he would reject the concept out of hand and then spill
the beans on all of them.  He said he'd worked out a script for the boys to
follow once Tim had reached a decision and he told Tim that the best way to
feel the boy out would be to see if he would play any sex games with Tim.
As for Fred's list, well, he really didn't have one.  No one was in a pubic
"stall" as far as he could see and the only boy who had recently passed him
was his overweight friend Paul.

"Overweight you say Fred?" Dr. Carl asked "tell me more about him...how he
looks and how developed he is."  "He's about my height but he's got a
pretty good sized gut on him and a pretty fat ass, but the rest of him
looks normal.  It's hard to see his pubes because his stomach kind of hides
them but you can see the top of some dark hairs poking through his fold
down there.  His dick and balls look real small next to his stomach, but
when one of the assholes who teases me picked on him once, he held his gut
up and I got to see him pretty good.  I mean he looked pretty average in
length and he had about 5 or 6 rows of hair. But I don't know why he'd join
us 'cause he's seems to be doing fine.  He even checked me out to tell me
he thought I was on my way..."

"What do you mean he checked you out Fred?" Dr. Carl asked in surprise and
some degree of excitement.  "Well back when I was faking my shoulder
injury, he got out of gym class too one day and the two of us started
talking and he said it looked to him like I might be starting to grow some
'cause my lip fuzz looked darker.  Then he said if I took a piss next to
him, he could check me out, and when he got down and looked at me real
close he said I looked like he did when he first started to take off."
"Interesting" Dr. Carl said "I'll bet he didn't leave the bathroom with you
though did he?"  "No" Fred replied with surprise "how did you know that...I
mean he said he had to take a shit..."  "I know Fred, because he stayed in
there to masturbate himself because looking at you gave him an erection.
Fred, that boy is attracted to you."  "You're kidding? I can't believe it."

"It makes sense" Dr. Carl continued "given that you have befriended him and
given his weight problem, I doubt he's very popular with the girls and so
his prospects for anything except self-gratification are very limited and
he knows it. I want you to do like Tim and see if you can get this Paul boy
to "play" with you."  "But I don't want to play with him!" Fred replied
adamantly.  "Fred, it's for the sake of your treatment and for a good
medical cause and besides, it can help Paul with his weight problem."
"How's that Doc?"  "Because Fred, many overweight boys with his
characteristics can loose a lot of weight as their bodies continue to
develop. I mean if he was chronically obese...fat all over, then it
wouldn't work, but if we can accelerate Paul's passage through puberty he
might be able to shed those extra pounds. He's your friend isn't he...don't
you want to help him if you can?"  "I don't know if I like him that much
Doc" Fred replied.  "Well then think of yourself.  If Paul's participation
can help us accelerate your development, then I'd think you'd want to do
it."  "I guess so...let me think about it." Fred said to which Dr. Carl
replied "But don't take too long because I concerned that you might be
plateauing a little."

"What do you mean" Fred cried in horror "you mean it's stopping?"  "I can't
say for sure, but in reviewing the photos from the last two weeks yours and
Tim's progress has not been as significant as it was before."  "Shit" Tim
joined in "I'm stopping too?"  "I wouldn't say 'stopping' but you may be
slowing and a little change in our routine might kick things back into high
gear, so Fred, you see what you can do with Paul and Tim, you think of
which friend of yours might be best."  "I think I already know" Tim
responded "Ollie Thompson tried to talk me into touching him when I slept
over at his house last week and I just kind of ignored him like it was a
joke.  But I would have except we're not supposed to except here with you
right?"

"Right, except when it will advance our process so Tim, you invite Ollie
over to sleep over at your house tonight and here's what I want you and
Fred to do...................................."

After Dr. Carl laid out his plans for the boys encounter with Ollie, he
told Fred to follow up with Paul.  Then he told the boys that given the
recent stall in their progress, there were a few things that could be done
now to "mix things up" and restimulate their progress.  "Up until now, only
Fred has received his hormones anally so I think it's time you did too
Tim."  Tim gulped at the thought, remembering the discomfort on Fred's face
and his screams when the doctor first entered him.  "And since Fred is
starting to discharge a little, I think he should start with you and then
I'll follow.  Fred, you've never orgasmed that way so it will be a good and
different stimulation for you.  But first, let's get your blood pressures
back up."

The boys certainly knew what that meant, but they had long since stopped
hurting from their earlier beatings...the doctor's whip was, as advertised,
incapable of leaving any long term marks but it sure stung like Hell!  "My
arm's too tired from before so I want you to spank each other...five a
piece should do but hit hard or it will take more...you spank Fred first
Tim."  Fred assumed the position as Tim took the whip from the top of the
desk.  He'd never hit anyone like this before and he felt a strange
excitement at the prospect.  Dr. Carl, of course was getting totally turned
on and had to reposition the direction of his hardening penis under his
pants.

As Tim was summoning up the courage to strike his brother hard as the
doctor had instructed, he remembered the beating with the ruler that Fred
had given him some weeks ago and how pissed off he was.  With that memory
for motivation he stepped back and then toward Fred as he swung, much like
he would if he were swinging a baseball bat. The sound of the whip as it
struck Fred squarely across both of his ass cheeks was like a crack of
thunder and Fred's knees buckled and he choked back a yell of pain and
shuddered with a tight grimace on his face.  "This little bastard's not
going to make me yell" he thought as the next 4 blows were swung with equal
weight landing on different areas of Fred's now bright red butt.  He
steadied himself for several moments before rising from the desk and turned
around exposing the pain on his face as tears streaked down and his lip
quivered.

"My turn now" Fred thought taking the whip from Tim as they exchanged
positions.  Tim bend over thinking he had done as instructed and expecting
the usual experience from his prior beatings.  But Fred was mad and neither
Tim nor Dr. Carl could have imagined the strength with which Fred delivered
the first blow to Tim's protruding young ass. "YYYAAAAAA" Fred yelled as he
struck Tim's right butt cheek with all of his athletic might. The shriek
that came from Tim was so loud and long that Dr. Carl jumped from the couch
and turned the stereo volume way up to mask it. Tim had reflexively reached
back with his hand to cover himself from the next blow as he continued to
wail in shock, so Fred repositiond himself to deliver the next strike to
the center of Tim's tender back.  CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!  Tim screamed again
and was in uncharted territory, never having been hit anywhere other than
on his butt before.  "OOOOOWWWWW UUHHHNNNNHUUUUHH" Tim bellowed as his
hands moved up to cover his searing back.

That opened the door for Fred to aim his sights back down to Tim's ass and
he delivered two successive blows, one with a forehand to Tim's right cheek
and the other a backhand to his left cheek.  Tim fell from the desk
screaming and rolled himself in a ball as Fred raised to deliver the last
blow to any open area he could find, but Dr. Carl grabbed the whip at the
top of Fred's backswing and shouted "What's gotten into you Fred?  Are you
trying to kill him?"  Fred's anger suddenly subsided and he began to cry at
the sight of his little brother writhing on the ground because of the
beating he had just administered.  Tim was bawling loud and hard as Fred
cradled him and apologize profusely.  "Tim, Tim I sorry please don't
cry...I was just so mad at how hard you hit me that I kind of snapped...I'm
sorry Tim, I'm sorry!  Listen Tim, you can whip me some more OK or let
Dr. Carl do it but please stop crying!"

"That will be enough whipping for today" the doctor said sternly, but he
had really enjoyed the show and was now acting only to insure the Tim and
Fred would not use this event to discontinue the treatments. "A little
reverse psychology is in order here" the doctor thought to himself "Tim are
you OK...let me see where he hit you. It's OK Tim, nothing too bad but I
know that really hurt.  I don't think we can continue today's treatment and
I'm thinking we should maybe stop altogether."  "Nooo naa No" Tim stammered
as he regained his voice "I'll be OK...don't make us stop the treatments."
"Yeah Doc" Fred said still crying at what he'd done "I'm sorry I won't ever
do it again but don't make us stop."

"That's some temper you've got Fred and it will get you into trouble if you
don't learn to control it!" the doctor chastised. "Tim your treatment is
done for today...I want you to rest so you're OK to be with your friend
Ollie tonight. But Fred, I think I've got one more dose of hormones for you
to take orally."  The doctor's offer was of course predicated on the fact
that the boys mutual whipping had given him an enormous hard on that he
would have to relieve himself if not with one of the boys, and in Tim's
present condition Dr. Carl didn't have the heart to inflict the inevitable
pain that a first time ass fucking would cause.  Besides, he wanted Tim
strong for tonight's encounter with Ollie.

"Tim you lay down on the couch and Fred you come with me to my room."  Fred
followed the doctor upstairs and sat on his bed as the doctor undressed and
his large erect penis sprang from his pants. Fred was still sobbing so
Dr. Carl told him to lay in the center of the bed, close his eyes and
relax. Fred did as he was told and after he closed his eyes he felt the
mattress move as Dr. Carl approached him and then, to Fred's surprise, he
found that the doctor had taken his flaccid young penis into his mouth and
was sucking on him earnestly.  Fred's boy-dick sprung to attention at the
doctors suckling.  Only Tim had sucked on Fred's cock before at it always
felt great, but something about how Dr. Carl was doing it felt different
and more powerful.

When the doctor swung his hip up towards Fred's face, Fred took the entire
length of his penis into his young wet mouth and throat with out even
gagging.  He worked it's hard vein laden mass giving special attention to
the head at the top of each thrust of the doctors hips. While the doctor
was essentially fucking Fred's mouth, Fred's hips remained still as the
doctor's warm mouth rose and fell over his yearning penis.  Fred's climax
riveted him as the electric waves of pleasure crashed down like waves on a
beach.  He felt the small offering of juice spill from his loins and then,
to his surprise as the doctor applied great suction to his tip, another
bolt of pleasure shot through him and caused him to arch his back high off
the bed as if he were trying to touch the ceiling with his ecstatic little
cock.

As Fred began his return from Nirvana, the doctor continued to pump his
mouth and he soon felt the warm flow that always preceded the explosion of
the doctor's seed.  "AAAHHHHHAAAHHHH UUNNNHHHUUNNNNAAHHH!!" Dr. Carl cried
as his thrust became so hard that his pubic hairs were grinding into Fred's
nose. The doctor's length was all the way in when the first hot blast shot
straight down Fred's throat. As he pulled back the second dose hit the roof
of Fred's mouth leaving its salty taste on his tongue.  The final two
emissions fell out of his penis head more than as if they were shot out,
and the doctor fell back spent from his sexual release and lay there
panting next to Fred as he gulped the remaining residue down.  "That should
put some hairs on me" Fred thought to himself.

Soon they rose and went back down stairs where they found Tim asleep on the
couch.  After Fred dressed he woke his little brother, apologizing again.
"It's OK Fred" Tim said his brief sleep having created its magic
forgiveness.  "Now boys" Dr. Carl said "before you leave I want to go over
the scrip again for how you'll deal with young Ollie tonight...."