Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2010 03:54:53 -0800 (PST) From: Uncle Wiggly Subject: Sweet Sixteen, Chapter 2 My apologies for the length of time between chapters. Over X-mas, I had a uvulopalatopharyngoplasty, which essentially made my throat bigger. I had the procedure ostensibly to assist in breathing, but the irony was nevertheless of great amusement to my friends. All previous disclaimers still apply. The first part really should have been part of Chapter 1, but that night, I was overtaken by Morpheus before my last keystroke. Sweet Sixteen by Augustus T. Wigglesworth IV Chapter 1b The rest of breakfast was kind of a blur for Bobby. He was with his three favourite men--technically 2 men and a young man. His cousin Peter was only two years older than he, but he seemed so much more manly. And Bobby liked that--a lot. Bobby's Daddy and Uncle had always referred to Peter as a young man, even when they were little. While Bobby was always Daddy's boy. Bobby felt sorry for Peter, because Uncle Dick obviously didn't love him like Daddy loved Bobby. He never cuddled him or nuzzled his neck or tickled him or gave him big wet kisses. Poor Peter, Bobby thought. Besides his three favourite men, there was Johnson scurrying around. Daddy had once explained that Johnson wasn't a Real Man. Since Johnson obviously wasn't a boy like Bobby either, he asked his Daddy what Johnson was. Daddy said, "He's our sl... servant." Of course, all these thoughts flashed through Bobby's mind in a nanosecond. It was just too exciting to think today. The cake was delicious. It was baby blue and tasted sweet and just a little salty. He washed it down with a cup of thick, fresh squeezed banana milk and a big glass of Daddy's special apple juice. Poor Peter had to drink cow's milk and orange juice. (More proof that he wasn't loved.) When Bobby was licking the creamy frosting off of his fingers, Uncle Dick told Bobby that he and Peter had helped Daddy make the thick, creamy frosting. Bobby just grinned, and said, "Thank you. It was delicious." Peter smirked and said, "Yeah, you must have liked it. It's running down your chin." Which indeed it was. Bobby stuck out his rather long tongue, but still couldn't get it all. So Daddy came over and wiped it off with his finger and stuck his finger in Bobby's wide open mouth. "Suck it off, baby boy." Bobby just smiled and sucked and twisted his head from side to side until Daddy's finger was clean as a whistle. Bobby loved it when Daddy fed him stuff. Before he knew it, breakfast was over. Bobby jumped up and gave Daddy a big wet kiss and then surprised Uncle Dick and Peter with kisses too. When Bobby kissed Peter, he felt Peter's tongue brush his lips. When Bobby pulled back looking puzzled, Peter said, "You had a little cream left on your lips." Bobby smiled and hugged Peter, and said, "I love you, Peter." As Peter hugged Bobby back, he slid his hand down to Bobby's bottom. He gently pushed in the little crease running down the middle of Bobby's oh-so-tight school shorts making Bobby moan. Before Bobby could get the tinglies, Uncle Dick snapped, "Peter!" And Daddy said, "OK. Time for school." Chapter 2 On a normal school day, Bobby would have had classes in the Male Anatomy, the Male Reproductive System, and the History of the Male Nude in Art in the morning. Bobby loved his classes--as did all the boys. The teachers were so muscular and they smelled so good. They wore tight fitting khaki pants that hugged their big bulges in front and their bulging butts behind. Bobby's favourite teacher was Dr. Kinsey who taught the Male Reproductive System. He showed films with big erect penises shooting gobs of thick sticky stuff. Dr. Kinsey always wore white dress shirts stretched tightly across his bulging biceps and pecs. His ties were always a bit loose and his top shirt button was undone so you could see just a little wisp of hair coming out of the collar. If the light was just right, you could see the pattern of dark hair across his pecs, narrowing to a line called a "treasure trail" that went down under his belt. Bobby knew what the treasure at the end of the trail was, and he hoped he'd get to see a real grown man's treasure up close some day. He wanted to examine it and touch it, and nuzzle into the man's warm, steamy groin inhaling the intoxicating scent. When Bobby was 7, he had been playing in the front entry hall one day when his uncle came back from playing tennis. Bobby's nose was right at this uncle's crotch level and Bobby smelled a delicious odor coming from his uncle's shorts. You could see the outline of his uncle's jockstrap, and even as a little boy, Bobby had wanted to smash his face into his uncle's crotch bulge and breathe deeply. At lunchtime, Bobby always sat with his BFFs, Timmy and Tommy Thomas. Their Daddy, John Thomas, was a good friend of Bobby's Daddy, and the three boys had played together since the stork delivered them. The twins would laugh when Bobby ground his tight, dimpled bottom into the hard plastic lunchroom chairs, but within a few minutes, they would be gasping and moaning too. The chairs actually had a raised bump in the center that connected with their boystretchers, eliciting moans from all the boys throughout lunch. Boners were never a cause for embarrassment, because all the boys were hard practically all the time. They just couldn't help it. Of course, self-abuse--touching one's private parts--was not tolerated and could result in a visit to the Headmaster's office. But the special underpants and little boys' room escorts kept that to the bare minimum. Bobby secretly liked going to the Headmaster anyway. He always let Bobby sit in his lap--and even though he got a stern talking to--Bobby loved the cuddles and nuzzles and little caresses that the Headmaster gave him along with a firm reprimand. In fact, from the smiles on the faces and the boners in the short pants of the recently "punished," the other boys liked it as much as Bobby did. But today was not a normal school day. Today was many special days all rolled into one! It was the last day of school. It was Birthday Day since all of the boys in the school happened to have the same birthday. (The storks must have been working overtime that day!) It was the Sweet Sixteenth of all of the boys in Bobby's class. And it was Coming of Age Day for most of Bobby's classmates. (All of the boys came of age at either 16 or 18 depending on where they came from.) The trip to school was uneventful, but Bobby could barely contain his excitement. They drove along the big brick wall and turned into the gates by the sign that said, "THE BATES SCHOOL" in big brass letters and "for boys" written in small letters underneath. The driveway was jam-packed with buses and limos and fancy convertibles. When they got close to the front walkway, Bobby started to get out, but luckily, he saw the muddy grass before he stepped in it. Mr. Stroker, the crossing guard, noticed the bus blocking the sidewalk, and yelled, "Pull up to the bumper, Bobby, in your long black limousine." Bobby was already out of the car when he heard Johnson say, "Have a wonderful day, Bobby, and remember, I'll always love you." Bobby shouted, "Me, too!" and he was gone. The handsome, muscular instructors at the Bates School knew that holding classes on the last day of the school year was pointless. The vast majority of the boys in Bobby's class were having their Coming of Age parties today and would be leaving permanently. Very few boys continued on until their 18th year since age of consent laws had been relaxed So the whole day was one big party. The boys played games and ran around the playground. Of course, it was hard to get the boys off of the see-saw. They would take turns jumping off the high end, so that their friends would come down with a jolt and a gasp. The boys normally would have to be taken to the little boys' room after a seesaw ride to clean up, but today, there just weren't enough attendants to go around. Each of the boys got a special ride on the headmaster's lap and then had ample time for special student-teacher meetings where they were rewarded for being so good and obedient. Bobby was even given a salty banana creamsicle that his art teacher had made just for him. Bobby hungrily slurped on it while bouncing up and down on his groaning teacher's lap. Mr. Harden loved beautiful things, and as far as he was concerned, Bobby was the most beautiful thing to come along in quite a while. But alas, like all good things, the school day came to an end. The boys bid each other farewell. Bobby and the twins hugged and cried a little; swearing to be BFFs and see each other soon. Unlike most of the other boys, the three boys would spend more time together in the future, since their Daddies were close friends who believed in sharing. On the drive home, Johnson did something very strange. He pulled into a rest area and got into the back with Bobby. His dour expression and forceful demeanor upset Bobby. But bred to be compliant, Bobby sat quietly as Johnson removed all of Bobby's clothing, even his special underpants. Then Johnson frightened Bobby further when he restrained each of Bobby's arms with velvet straps sewn into the upholstery. As he exited the passenger compartment, Johnson turned, and with a softer expression, said, "I'm sorry, Bobby. Be quiet. It's for your own good. I love you." Bobby sniffled quietly for the rest of the ride home. After circling around the big fountain in the middle of the drive, Johnson stopped the car in front of the door, and once again, climbed in back with Bobby. He undid the restraints and kissed Bobby's cheek. He then got out, scurried around to the passenger side, and opened the door. As Bobby exited naked from the door of the long black limousine, Johnson whispered, "I love you, Bobby," then said sharply, "You will speak only when spoken to, boy!" He turned quickly before Bobby could see his tears and ran back to the driver's door, slamming it before sobs racked his body. Slowly, he turned the key in the ignition and left Bobby on the drive, the sharp gravel digging into the soft soles of his feet. "AHEM!" came from doorway. Bobby turned and saw his favourite man in the world standing, and oddly not smiling, at the front door. Bobby rushed forward, but was immediately stopped as his feet were jabbed by the gravel. He looked up and said, "Daddy? It hurts." He even raised his arms for Daddy to pick him up and carry him across the remaining 10" and onto the soft rug of the foyer. But Daddy just stood there. His blank expression confusing since Daddy had never looked at Bobby without a smile. But Bobby hesitated. "Come. Here." Daddy said pointing to spot just in front of him. If Bobby had not seen his Daddy's lips move, he would have thought it was his uncle talking to his cousin. Daddy had never spoken so harshly to Bobby. Bobby hesitated. "COME. HERE. NOW!" Bobby was more frightened than he had ever been, but somehow he managed to move slowly across the gravel, the adrenaline numbing the pain in his feet. He hesitated again as he looked up at Daddy from the bottom step. Bobby was too frightened to feel the tears as they slowly ran down his cheeks. "NOW!" Daddy grabbed Bobby's hand as he reached the top step, and said, "When I call you, you come. Do you hear me, boy?" Bobby choked out, "Yes, Daddy." "That's good." "Daddy, what's..." Daddy yanked Bobby's hand sharply, and said, "Only speak when spoken to. Do you understand?" "Yes, Daddy," Bobby hung his head feeling the cool air conditioning hit his tear-stained cheek. With a firm grip on his hand, Daddy led him up the stairs to the right wing of the big house. Stopping when they reached the door to Bobby's room. The baby blue letters spelling out, "Bobby's Room," had been rearranged. The big "B" was gone and the "o" was moved to replace the second little "b." It now said, "boy's Room." boy looked at Daddy quizzically. "Daddy?" boy cried out as he felt a sharp smack on his bottom. It was no more painful than the slap one might use to kill a mosquito, but since Bobby had never once been spanked by his Daddy, boy didn't understand and began to cry. For the first time in his life, Daddy truly understood the phrase, "This hurts me more than it does you." He fought back tears as he led boy to the big hall mirror. On the table beneath the mirror was a shiny black collar. The kind one might place around the neck of a Rottweiler or German Shepherd. Sharp looking silver spikes stuck out 1/2" from the 2" wide band of leather. A big silver buckle gleamed at the back. Letting go of boy's hand, Daddy picked up the collar and turned it around to show boy the little heart shaped tag that hung from a ring on the front. It was baby blue and engraved into its surface was simply the word, "boy."