Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2002 21:54:22 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 5 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 5 ______________________________________________________ NOTE: Be sure to read prior chapters first or you won't get it. ______________________________________________________ As Dr. Carl cleaned up the mess he had made on his desk top and put away his "toys" his mind began to race with ideas to ensnare young Fred and assure his silence. By God he knew he was clever enough to come up with something given that he'd been doing it for what seemed like forever. Dr. Peter Carl or Petey as he was called as a youth had always been smarter than his peers and even those much older than him. He had straight-Aed his way through grammar and high school, college and med school and had preyed on many along the way. He knew he was gay at a very early age but his attraction was strictly limited to prepubescent and early puberty boys. Once they had significant pit hair or facial hair, he completely lost interest. That was the reason he had become a pediatrician...so he could legally view and fondle, at a clinical level, the genitalia of his target group. He had an extensive library of Internet kiddie porn that he would use to relieve himself in the manner he just had after his latest examination of Fred. In fact he did the same thing after Fred's visit some 6 months prior and had become obsessed with conjuring up a scenario under which he could engage Fred sexually. Certainly Fred's delayed puberty syndrome left him desperate for a cure and Dr. Petey Carl was sure he could find a way to capitalize on that opportunity. But now Fred himself had handed Petey the blueprint on a silver platter. How easy it was to prey on Fred's misconception that his ingestion of semen had triggered pubic growth. In Fred's desperation it was like painting by numbers for Petey to maneuver him into play. The horse shit he gave Fred about semen transferable hormones was medically laughable, but Fred's paranoia made it a logical reality to him. Dr. Carl knew that once he started with Fred he could keep him as a veritable sex slave for months, even years as Fred's natural progression through puberty could be used as proof that the "Dr's Therapy" was really working. But Petey was no fool and he knew that there was a clear risk that Fred would eventually come to know the truth and turn on him unless there was a compelling reason for him to remain silent. "This is the last piece of the puzzle" Petey told himself "I have to come up with something grand!" Petey flashed back to his early childhood where at age 9 he had discovered two of his friends playing "doctor" in the woods. He threatened to tell their parents and even more frighteningly one boy's priest and the others rabbi, if they didn't do exactly as he said. Terrified the two boys were willing to do anything so Petey had them begin by rubbing each others' already pronounced boners. This gave Petey a tremendous hard on himself which he massaged under his shorts as his two "prisoners" did everything he told them. "Now stand side by side and spank each other you sinners" Petey commanded. And they whacked each other again and again as Petey chided them on with "harder..harder!!" They were bawling hard by the 10 or 11th whack and their reddened asses delighted Petey. "Now put your dicks in each others mouths" Petey ordered. "No, please not that" they pleaded. "Do it or else!" And the two boy reluctantly began to obey his command. They actually started to get into it when one boy said "Oh, stop...I have to pee!!!" "Don't you dare stop" Petey shouted "go ahead and pee in his mouth. When the boys bladder spilled forth the other boy gagged, withdrew from the others penis and vomited. "OK " Petey said to the boy who had just peed in the others mouth "now you go stick your tongue up his butt-hole." Crying hysterically the young boy did as he was told and then withdrew spitting wildly at the dank taste that had filled his mouth. "Now it's my turn" Petey announced "both of you bend over and put your hands on your knees." Petey then picked up one of the boy's sneakers and began to paddle them with it in alternating strokes. When they collapsed to there knees after several hard slaps, Petey dropped his shots and approached them with his own boner leading the charge. "Now each of you take turns sucking on me...10 times up and down and then switch until I tell you to stop." Petey thought he was going to faint when the warm mouth of the first boy engulfed his hot young erection. He began to swoon as the boys saliva lathered his small young cock. But then the boy scraped Petey with his teeth and Petey yelled "no teeth no teeth ever" and he withdrew his penis from the boy, turned him over and administered another five hard quick slaps to his bright red ass. "Your turn now" he said to the other "and don't screw up like he did or you'll get the same." The next boy sucked even better than the first and Petey's knees buckled as the warm throws of his first orgasm overwhelmed him. "OK now stop your crying, get dressed and don't say a word about this. Remember it's your fault you started it and you're the ones who people will hate if I ever tell." Of course the two boys told no one and 2 months later Petey and his family moved away. That first orgasm literally possessed young Petey. He was hooked and masturbated at every opportunity. He kept waiting for his next chance to enslave someone else but he was careful not to take any chances and force himself on someone. That next chance came when Petey was almost 12 and his parents had hired one of the neighbor's son to baby sit him while they spent the day at his father's company retreat. At 8:00 a.m. one Saturday morning 14 1/2 year old Tommy Jacobs from down the block rang the door bell to start "sitting" Petey until his parents return at around 11:00 p.m. that night. Tommy was much larger than Petey but not particularly big for his age. Petey was certainly no judge of age group comparisons, but anyone who was would have said Tommy looked very boyish for his age, not demonstrating any evidence of overt puberty other than a faint darkening of the hair above his upper lip and a few dark hairs on his lower shins. Certainly he wasn't in poor Fred's condition, but he wasn't that far off either. The boys got along great all morning playing board games and ping pong and generally horsing around. After lunch, Petey went into the living room and started to watch TV while Tommy remained at the kitchen table reading a sports magazine. During a commercial Petey turned around to speak to Tommy but saw that he wasn't there. He walked down the darkened hall and saw light coming out of the bottom of the bathroom door. He quietly approached the door and looked through he keyhole. What he saw made Petey grin from ear to ear. There on the closed toilet seat sat Tommy with his pants at his ankles and his young crank firmly in hand. As he rhythmically stroked himself, Petey gently tested the door knob and found that it was locked. What Petey knew, but Tommy did not, was that the bathroom door had a very loose hinge and by pulling up and back at the same time, the lock could be circumvented. With a quick movement Petey came through the door an caught Tommy in mid stroke. "What the Hell are you doing you pervert" Petey yelled "you're sick and disgusting...I'm calling my folks...no I'm calling the cops." Before the shocked Tommy to say a word, Petey turned and ran down the hall. Tommy said "wait Petey, don't call anyone, let me explain please!" Tommy tripped and fell over his dropped shorts as he tried to give chase. Struggling to raise them, he regained his balance and got to the kitchen as Petey shouted into the phone "Operator, give me the police." "No Petey please don't!" Tommy said as he pulled the phone from Petey's hand and hung it up. Petey, of course, had not called the operator and was only just beginning to set Tommy up. "You can't stop me you sicko. My parents trusted you to take care of me and you go off and start playing with yourself." "Petey I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you I'll do anything just don't tell" Tommy cried with tears streaming down his face. "OK, we'll see Tommy. First you can start by telling me why anyone would go off and do what you were doing." Petey knew full well but he also knew he had to reel Tommy in slowly. "Well Petey when a boy gets to a certain age his body starts to change and you get these uncontrollable urges to touch yourself down there and it feels so good you wouldn't believe it." "Oh yeah" Petey said "just how old do you have to be?" "Well I'm not certain for sure but I started when I was almost 13" Tommy replied. "And so what happens when you do it" Petey inquired. "After you rub yourself long enough you get this really great feeling and if you're old enough this white stuff shoots out." Petey was an expert on the orgasm part but while he'd heard about it he certainly had never seen anyone cum before. "OK then Tommy, the first thing you have to do is show me how you do it." "What?" Tommy gasped. "I said do it right now in front of me or I'm calling the cops." "Oh shit...OK" Tommy relented and he then lowered his shorts exposing his now flaccid penis. Limp it was not nearly as impressive as what Petey had seen through the keyhole, but the sparse line of light brown hairs atop Tommy's penis fascinated and aroused him. Slowly Tommy sat down on the couch and began to masturbate. Even though he felt embarrassed at having an audience his young cock could not resist his self-stimulation and soon it began to swell to a solid 5 inches. "A little on the thin side" Petey thought "but good length...he's got me by at least an inch." It didn't take long for Tommy's eyes to begin to flutter as he quickened the pace of his strokes. Suddenly a strange expression came over Tommy's face and it reddened as the veins in his neck began to bulge. "Oh God, here it comes" Tommy moaned "AAAHHHH, OHHHHH, JJEEZZZ" Tommy wailed as a thin stream of milky fluid shot up his stomach. "UHHHH, UNNNUHHH" Tommy panted as two distinctly smaller burst came forth but only fell back on his hand. Then a slow leak of white fluid oozed from his tip as he sighed to a halt. "That was so cool Tommy. God did you like doing that!" "Yeah, Petey its about the coolest thing I know. Maybe you can even do it." "Me?" Petey said slyly "I don't have any of those hairs yet." "Well neither did I when I started but it still felt great." "No shit dumbass" Petey thought and then he began to really set the hook with which to deliver this catch. "OK I will give it a try but you stay right there for a minute 'till I come back. Here's some Kleenex to clean up with." Tommy stayed as he was told and heard Petey rummaging around in the kitchen drawers. He returned moments later holding a roll of duct tape to which Tommy asked "what's that for?" "It's for you Tommy, I don't trust that you won't grab me when I'm naked and maybe do something to me." "God Petey, I'm Not like that I wouldn't hurt you." "Well I'm not taking any chances. Either you do what I say or you and your sticky dick can get the Hell out of here and I'll call the cops." "OK Petey OK." Tommy then followed Petey's instructions to put his hands behind his back where they were then securely taped. Petey then approached Tommy's feet. "Now what?" Tommy asked. "Now I'm taping your ankles too, I don't want you kicking me." "Oh Christ Petey that's ridiculous." "Just do it Tommy" and he did as he was told. Petey then stripped naked in front of Tommy showing off his hairless but comparatively large erection. "You're definitely going to be able to do it Petey, you'll probably come dry but you'll love it." "I know I will Tommy, I've been doing it for years." "What...you fucking liar you tricked me." "So I did but you're all mine now and you will be for a long time." "Bullshit you little fuck, I'm gonna get you for this." "That's what you think Tommy. Here why don't you model for me." Petey then reached into the cabinet next to him and pulled out a Polaroid camera. "You've got to be kidding" Tommy cried. FLASH went the first picture aimed at Tommy's full naked seated body. FLASH and FLASH again as Petey took close-ups of Tommy's face and semi-erect penis. Tommy tried to rise but the flashes had blinded him and he quickly slipped and fell bound on the floor. "You're not going anywhere" Petey said as he straddled Tommy's face and positioned the camera so that it looked like Tommy was about to suck Petey's crank. "Here's the deal Tommy. Before I let you go I'm going to hide these and some other pictures I'll take where you'll never find them. And I won't let you go until I hear my folk's car coming up the driveway so forget about trying to beat on me. So you'll do everything I say tonight and any other time I want or else these pictures will get out and you'll wind up in reform school." "You're crazy Petey, I'm not going to do anything." "Oh we'll just see about that Tommy" Petey said as he applied a strip of tape across Tommy's mouth. Petey left the room again and began to rummage around some more, so Tommy seized the opportunity to try to free himself. He rolled to his side and tried to raise himself to his feet by pushing off with his head from the rug. He almost made it when Petey returned. "Bad boy Tommy and you know hat happens to bad boys don't you" Petey said as he pushed Tommy back down with his foot while depositing what he had been gathering on the coffee table next to the fallen boy. The assortment of items Tommy saw made him gasp and Petey clearly heard his muted yells of "No please Petey No!!" Petey laid the items out first in no particular order but then in full view of Tommy he specifically reordered them. First was a long handled wooden hair brush, next a kitchen spatchela, then one of his father's brown wing tipped shoes, and last a thick leather belt. "Let's get you into position Tommy" Petey said as he easily rolled the defenseless boy to his stomach. Petey then positioned himself with on foot squarely on the small of Tommy's back pinning him tightly to the floor. He used his left arm to hold Tommy's bound hand up and away from his bare bottom, and with his right hand he reach over and grabbed the hair brush. "I think well start with 5 a piece for now but if you don't do as your told, I'll just start over again." With that Petey crouched down and delivered 5 hard swift whacks across Tommy's ass cheeks, each one followed by a muted yell and a convulsive buck of Tommy's hips. Next came the spatchela...clearly not as effective and probably should have been used first, but each strike elicited a yell and a twitch and left an interesting perforation print on Tommy's now bright red buttocks. Tommy was bawling hard as Petey gave him the shoe, each slap of the leather soul sounding like a thunder clap. Petey noticed that his erect dick was straining with excitement as he grabbed the belt, doubled it up and delivered the hardest 5 of the night. Petey's arm ached as much as his cockhead as he slumped on to the couch in exhaustion. Tommy was crying so hard he started to make choking sounds, so Petey gently pulled the tape from his mouth and moved a pillow on and off his face to partially mute his sobbing. "Tommy, Tommy listen to me" Petey commanded "here's your first order and if you don't do it I swear I'll whip your ass again. Now stop crying! At least quiet down and then get you self to stop." Tommy was trying but his ass burned so bad the thought it had been burned off. "I'm warning you Tommy, I will do it" Petey said dangling the folded belt in front of Tommy's teary eyes. Soon Tommy got pretty good control of himself and Petey got him into a seated position on the floor. "OK Tommy, now how about you suck on my dick for a while?" "No fucking way you PRICK!" Tommy hissed. "OK then, more of the belt." "No please no Petey I'll do it, OK?" "Well I said you'd be punished if you refused me and you just did, but maybe we can come up with something else. I know, how about this?" And Petey then reached down towards Tommy's penis, grabbed several of his pubic hairs and gave them a good yank. "Ouch, that fucking hurts" Tommy cried. "Be quiet Tommy or I'll tape your mouth shut again." "UHHHH!!" Tommy moaned as another group of his hairs were yanked out. "I could leave you as bald as I am you know." "Please don't Petey, I just got them this year and people will notice if they're gone." "That would be your problem, but OK for now but you suck my cock and you suck it good." Petey slid his hardened penis into Tommy's reluctant mouth and he felt that great warm swooning sensation from years before. Tommy had never done this before but his instincts told him to go gentle and not scrape with his teeth. With each advance and withdrawal of his shaft Petey got closer and closer to the promised land. Suddenly he bucked his hips hard into Tommy's face pinning his head against the couch behind him. Petey then proceeded to violently fuck Tommy's mouth until the rising orgasm burst upon him and he paused moaning and then began using tiny thrusts in Tommy's wet mouth. "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH GODD AAAAHHHHH!!" Petey wailed as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook him. He fell back on the top of the coffee table in exhaustion moaning "Great, that was so great!!" Tommy was sobbing in humiliation when Petey said "Hey Tommy, you did great and as soon as I catch my breath I'm going to suck yours for you. Then it will be my turn again and I've got some ideas I think you'll like...I mean I certainly know I will. After all, we've got hours until my parents come home." Tommy just closed his eyes tight and tried to pretend this wasn't really happening.