Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 18:13:47 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy Ch-9 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY -- CHAPTER 9 ______________________________________________ As Fred and Tim walked back home through the cold Vermont night air their thoughts were fixed the recent events at Dr. Carl's office, but they did not speak aloud about them. Fred was thinking that his treatments were coming at a high price (his ass getting beat, sucking Dr. Carl off and, of course, that Tim was now involved). Fred was uneasy about Tim's part in all of this and he was envious that Tim's pubertal development was so far ahead of his own. When Dr. Carl said that he might get Tim involved from a "clinical" standpoint, Fred had to restrain his instinct to shout "No" because he felt that this was HIS situation not Tim's. At the same time he was willing to defer to Dr. Carl's judgment. But Tim could become the King of Puberty, while Fred was relegated to being a court jester, and a hairless mini-dicked one at that. When they arrived home their parents were there to greet them, Fred's father was full of curiosity as to how his injured son felt. Fred twitched in the sling that held his left arm and told his father that he felt fine and was certain he' be OK in a week or so. After dinner the boys watched TV with their parents until 10 pm then retired to bed. As Fred was undressing, Tim observed quietly "Hey Fred, where Dr. Carl spanked you is almost not red any more." Fred looked in the mirror and the angry red welts that the beating with the stick had left, but he was hard pressed to find any indication of the beating he had received just hours before. "Yeah" Fred replied to Tim "Doc was right about that whip he made...damn though if it didn't hurt like Hell!" "Do you think he'll use it on me if he gives me some 'treatments'?" Tim asked. "Probably" Fred replied, in part hoping that Tim might not want to accept the doctor's invitation. Fred noticed that the front of Tim's jeans were starting to bulge and replied "Look Tim, we can't touch ourselves until the next treatment, so relax." "I know Fred, but the though of getting spanked just gets me hard." "It shouldn't Tim...I mean it hurts like Hell and if it wasn't going to put hair on me I wouldn't let that fucker touch me!" "Fred" Tim inquired "Dr. Carl said we couldn't beat off or anything, but he didn't say we couldn't do other things. I mean if he's going to let me join in I don't want to cry like a baby if he whips me too. You took it pretty good but then you've had some recent practice. So how about we turn the stereo up a little and you give me a few practice spanks?" Fred's immediate reaction was to tell his little brother to fuck off, but when he thought of the events of the night before and that Tim had essentially gotten a free ride, he began to seriously consider Tim's request. Since Tim didn't have to bare himself in front of anyone, Fred figured why not, and besides, it just might scare Tim off if he gets a good ass whipping. Fred concluded that this would indeed be a good test of whether young Tim should participate in the 'treatments' but Fred wanted to make sure the test was a good one. "OK Tim, I see your point. Lock the door and lay down on my bed." Tim did as he was told and Fred removed the terri cloth wrap from this bathroom robe. He then looped it through the headboard of his bed and tied Tim's wrists to each end. Next he removed some clean white socks from the drawer and, after balling them up, he stuck them tightly in Tim's mouth. Then he went to his desk drawer and retrieved the 18 inch metal ruler with the cork undersiding. This will leave an impression he thought as he approached Tim who was beginning to have second thoughts. Fred grabbed a long tube sock and stretched it full length as he tied it across Tim's sock stuffed mouth. Tim tried to let out a muffled "No...I changed my mind...don't do this" but it was unintelligible and Fred would have ignored it anyway. Then Fred turned up the stereo volume to a point where the sounds of the beating he was about to administer would not be heard, and yet it would not disturb his parents as they watched TV down stairs. Tim began to kick in protest as Fred unfastened his belt and pulled down his jeans exposing his bulbous white ass cheeks. He sat across the back of Tim's knees and positioned himself to deliver the blows of the ruler with maximum leverage. Fred raises the whippy ruler and delivered the first blow squarely across both of Tim's butt cheeks. CRRRAAACCCKKK, then a second CRRRAAACCCKKK, and a third CRRRAAACCCKKK then a fourth and Tim began to buck as hard as he could, but there was no moving Fred. CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK!!! Fred repositioned himself as he heard Tim's muffled shrieks and felt him struggle against the ties that bound him. Fred continued to strike Tim in every place that had not already become a raised welt and then he began to hit the lower part of the back of Tim's thighs. CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK!!! Now there was no part of Tim's posterior that was unaffected. "Well Tim" Fred growled with fatigue "if you want to play the game, here's the price of admission." Fred then delivered five more blows to the center of Tim's bottom with more force than before, each of which caused Tim back to arch and the last of which caused him to loose control of his sphincter. A loose wh stool shot out of Tim and leaked to the sides and down the backs of his legs. "Shit" Fred thought not intending to be humorous. He quickly grabbed the towel from the back of his chair from last night's bath and captured as much of the foul matter as he could. Then he used Kleenex from the box on his bed stand to clean the writhing young's ass that had just been freshly whipped. By the time Fred was done cleaning his little brother, Tim's sobs had ended and Fred could hear the muffled derisive remarks being sent his way. "You fucking bastard!! Fuck you you fucking fuck!!" "Tim", Fred warned "you asked for it and you got it. I didn't want you to shit yourself but now you know how bad it feels. Now shut up and I'll untie you...got it??" Tim nodded his agreement and as Fred released him Tim whirled around into a curled position and began to quickly rub the reddened exterior of his now swollen backside. "God Fred, you didn't have to go that far...you hit me forever you fuck!" "Quiet Tim...It was no more than I got hit over the last two days." "No Fred you're pissed about something and I think it's because Dr. Carl wants to have me get treated too and that I got "whities" and make that pre-stuff while you still don't have shit!" The look Fred fired back at Tim silenced him immediately and removed any guilt that Fred may have harbored about the severity of the beating he had just administered. "Pull up you pants, grab that shitty towel and get the fuck out of my room!" Fred snapped. Tim did as he was told and as he was shutting the door behind him he saw Fred wipe a tear fom his eye. Knowing that this intended comment had hit its mark, Tim responded "Sorry Bro, it's just that you hurt me and I wanted you to hurt back." "Bull shit Tim" Fred countered "you wanted to get spanked and you got it...you can't hold your shit so maybe you'd best not come to the Doc's again. Either way, you ever talk to me like that again and I'll rip every piece of fuzz off you're fucking dick...NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!!" "Quiet down up there boys" Fred's father warned as Tim left the room and headed for the bathroom to flush the soiled tissues and rise out the stained towel. Meanwhile, Dr. Carl had long since returned to his home with the video of the boys in tow. He was just settling down on the couch to watch the tape and think of his yoounger days with Tommy, naked, towel in hand and with a bottle of baby oil near by...when suddenly the phone rang.