Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 14:51:31 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 35

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 35

As with all other chapters of this story: (c) all rights reserved. For
adult reading only!!!

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As Paul walked home after his work out with the Coach, his mind raced at
the possibilities that lay ahead for him both athletically and sexually
with the Coach's future teachings. "Hey Purcer?" he heard someone call to
him as he turned and saw that it was young Ryan Paulson, a boy with whom he
had never really spoken. "Yeah, what do you want---you're Paulson right?"
Ryan walked up to Paul and said, "I just wanted to thank you for the show."
"What show?" Paul asked as the younger boy sneered at him and replied "You
know, that suck job performance you and Coach Turner put on---very
entertaining!" Paul was shocked and he soon began to feel scared as Ryan
continued to torment him. "I can't wait to tell everyone that you two are
suck buddies. It will get him fired and thrown in jail, and you'll just be
a piece of shit faggot."

Paul decided to call his bluff, "You can't prove a fucking thing and whose
going to believe you?" Ryan expected that response and said, "Oh I can
prove it all right. I took the towels you two used to wipe yourselves off
with. The cum and sweat and spit in them will nail you both. If cum stains
on a dress can get a President impeached, then cum filled towels will get
you two busted." Paul was panicking as he back peddled into a new strategy,
not knowing that Ryan was lying about having taken the towels. "Don't tell
Paulson, please just tell me what you want," Paul pleaded. Ryan knew he had
him as he continued, "I don't want anything except to see you get
punished." Paul saw his opening and he took it, "Well you can punish me
without telling can't you?"

"Checkmate!" Ryan said to himself and then said to Paul, "I think I can
come up with something. Tell you what, tomorrow's Saturday so you plan on
meeting me at the deserted Ranger's tower about 2 miles down the path in
Briar's Woods at around Noon. Plan to stay awhile, like the rest of the
afternoon, and plan on being punished good!" Paul tried to look as scared
and submissive as this little fuck wanted as he replied "I'll be there."
Then Ryan turned and walked away, not knowing that Paul was about to set a
plan of his own in motion. Paul knew this kid's reputation as being a
sadistic bastard who liked to beat up smaller kids, but was a total pussy
around anyone his own size or bigger. He figured the kid would like nothing
better than beating on him, although he figured Ryan wouldn't be using his
fists.

Word had been out for a long time that Ryan Paulson's old man was a rotten
drunk who had savagely whipped his only child on numerous occasions,
sending him to school with crisscross welts on his back and buttocks that
gum teacher's had noticed and reported to the authorities. Ryan's mother
had died over 5 years ago and he was terrified at the prospect of becoming
a ward of the state, so he always stuck up for his brutal father and
pleaded that he not be sentenced or have his custody revoked. Still Ryan
hungered for revenge at the violence that was heaped upon him regularly. He
took his anger out on those whom he could dominate. He had never been on
the giving end of a whipping, but he wanted to desperately. Of course, he
had no way of knowing that Paul took pleasure in being strapped. That
wasn't going to be the only surprise that Paul would have in store for Ryan
when they met.....................

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As they stood in their secluded spot at the top of the hill observing the
camp, Kevin told Dr. Carl that he was very apprehensive about having sex
with Art. "I don't want to suck that bastard's cock or let him shove his
dick up my ass, Doc---the guy makes me want to puke." Dr. Carl gave him an
understanding look and replied, "I know you don't Kevin, and I don't want
you to. I've come up with a refinement on my plan for Art that I think we
can accomplish tonight and be done with him. The key will be the time he
leaves you alone in his cabin while he checks the boys out before lights
out. Now here's what I have in mind...."

The doctor and Kevin headed back to their campsite around 5:00 as the boys
in the Camp returned to the Dorm for free-time before dinner. It had been a
good day and they were all in good spirits. Fred was especially happy
because he had received a great letter from his almost girl friend, Tina
Gerlang, who told him how much he missed her and how she couldn't wait for
his return, hopefully within only 3 more months. As Fred re-read the letter
while lying on his bed, he began to absent mindedly rub his stiffening
penis through to top of his jeans. "Something I can help you with Fred?"
fat little George said as he sat at the end of the bed. "Huh? Oh shit, I
wasn't thinking---I mean I didn't know I was doing THAT," Fred said in a
startled voice realizing that he had been publicly playing with
himself. Then he looked around and saw that several couples had formed and
were busy pleasuring each other.

"Looks like everyone's horny today, huh Fred," George said in his squeaky
little boy voice. "Yeah," Fred replied as he watched Joey and Andy
pleasuring each other as well as Taylor and Rob. Even the outcast Devon and
Stevie were busily sucking away, while the several homophobes were just
beating themselves off, trying not to watch the "unnatural sex going on
around them. "My offer's still good---you know we haven't done it together
in a real long time." Fred smiled at the boy's beaming face and rubbed the
top of his head and said, "Why not, it has been a long time. Hell I haven't
gotten off with anyone all week." George smiled at him broadly and then
jumped out grabbing Fred around the waist and then snuggling down tightly
on top of his stomach. Each boy could feel the other's erection as they
rolled and rocked against each other and then, almost simultaneously, they
began to rub the bulge that pushed at the fabric of their pants.

"Let's get undressed," Fred said as he sat up and removed his clothes. As
he lay back down on the bed he watched George pull down his underwear as
his taut penis sprung to attention. When George laid down next to him, his
fat rolls flattened out and Fred could see that George was acquiring his
first growth of soft white hairs at the base of his penis. "Are you
shooting yet George?" Fred asked as he sifted through the sparse soft downy
fuzz. "I leaking a little lately but I haven't really cum yet," George
replied as he reached for Fred's hard dick and looked at the 4 rows of
short dark brown hairs that hovered above Fred's much larger erection. Fred
had now acquired a true boy's growth that he was very proud of, and his
discharge had increased and become much milkier than his previous watery
efforts.

"Let me do you first," Fred said as he lowered him self down past George's
pudgy waist. As his warm wet mouth slid down George's slender shaft, the
boy moaned "Oh Fred, that feels so good" while his small erection tingled
and his scrotum grew tighter. Fred flicked his tongue rapidly around the
head of the penis in his mouth as he slowly descended and rose on its
length. George's little boy taste and the soft feeling of his flesh made
Fred's penis quiver beneath him as he picked up speed. "Oooohhh," George
sighed, "go faster Fred it feels great." Fred put his index finger behind
the base of the young boy's sack and pushed deeply into the fleshy area
that ran down toward George's rectum. That added stimulation made George's
penis swell more than it ever had and caused him to feel as if the head of
his penis would explode with the increased pressure.

George felt his orgasm approaching and he began to rock from side to side
as he moaned. "Fred, I'm getting close---go faster PLEASE!" Fred was now
sucking hard and sliding fast as the top of his forehead pushed deeply into
the fat boy's belly and then rebounded upward. "OOHHH GOD, ooohhhh aaahhhh
UUAAAAHHHHH" George croaked as his body was overcome with the first
electric spasm of his climax, releasing a thin spray into Fred's mouth. The
light salty blast was followed by two more as George pulled his knees up
and out and howled with pleasure "AAAHHHH OOOHHHH HHHUUUNNNNAAaaaahhhhhh."
Then he flattened out limply as Fred slowed and then removed his face from
the boy's lap looking up to see him with his eyes shut tightly, still
overcome by the powerful feeling that Fred had provided.

"Thanks Fred, you're great, man" George sighed as his senses returned. "You
shot George," Fred announced. "I thought I might have. God knows my nuts
were flying!" George said proudly as he sat up and his belly hung down on
top of his rapidly deflating penis. "My turn," George panted still trying
to recover, as he slid down toward Fred's anxious erection. "Aaaahh" Fred
purred as George's little mouth pushed down the length of his throbbing
penis. George wasted no time in sucking hard down the entirety of Fred's
boyhood and he cupped and pulled softly on Fred's low hanging scrotum. Then
they heard "Fuck, fuckin', fuck AAARRRR YESsss FUCKkkk" being shouted from
across the room. Fred laughed and said "Sounds like Taylor just got off"
and he heard George snort out his laughter while still bobbing up and down
on him. After about 5 minutes George pulled his mouth off and replaced it
with his hand and he pumped on Fred's saliva drenched tool while asking,
"Are you going to cum or what?" Fred laughed, "Yeah, patience boy I'm
enjoying the moment---keep going!"

George sighed, "My neck's getting stiff so hurry up already---maybe this
will help," George said as he licked his index finger and pushed it slowly
into Fred's anus as he went back down on him. "Oooohh yeah, that's good"
Fred panted as the boy slid his finger in and out while sucking harder and
faster. Within a few moments Fred was ready to explode but he fought to
hold back as long as he could until finally "Uuuummmm, uuuunnnnaaaahhh,
ahhhhh, oooohh" and he could feel his seed begin to rise up through his
penis even though he had not yet let his balls spring forth. George felt
the warm fluid gently pour into his mouth and then Fred erupted, "AAAHHHH,
GGGOOOODDD, OOOHHHHH" as a shot that would have reached his chin if he were
masturbating, fired hard into George's mouth. The force of Fred's testicles
as they shot up into him was almost painful but then they descended and
rose three more times with lesser strength, while Fred groaned in ecstasy
and released more of his juice.

"You came hard Fred," George said as he pulled off of him "How did I do?"
"You did great," Fred said putting his arm around the fat lad and pulling
his head to his chest as he rode the waves of post-orgasmic bliss, enjoying
the warm softness of George's round body held tightly against his
own. "Thanks for offering to be with me George," Fred sighed. "Anytime
Fred, I really uh, well you know, I like you---a lot." George stammered
somewhat embarrassed by his show of affection. "I like you a lot too
George---you a cool kid," Fred replied as he softly kissed the top of the
head that was cradled beneath him.

The boys cleaned up and headed to dinner, while Art sat out back with the
cook drinking beers and doing shots of whisky with the cook. He had been
anxious all day, thinking about dinner with Kevin that night---and after!
He was erect on and off most of the day, and now as the moment began to
approach, his anticipation had driven him to drink. Then they heard a loud
crash followed by "OH FUCK---FUCK ME!" as the room exploded into
laughter. When Art entered he saw that Taylor had tripped and fallen on top
of the tray of food he was carrying. As Taylor stood up the laughter grew
louder, because he was covered form his mouth down to his waste in stew,
milk, catsup, mashed potatoes and crushed brownie. "You're a God damned
mess Jones," Art barked "Get back to the Dorm and clean up." Taylor stared
at Art and shouted back "I'll clean up after I eat!" Art turned bright red
at the boy's insolence and shouted, "You'll go clean your fat ass up right
now, someone get him a tray of food for when he comes back---now get the
fuck out of here you piece of shit!"

Taylor stormed out to the Dorm as Art headed toward the back door and his
waiting beer. When he got back outside he was still pissed. The combination
of alcohol and sexual tension had him boiling. "Fucking wise ass kid" he
said aloud "I'm not taking that shit from him!" Then Art threw his empty
beer can in the trash and briskly walked around the side of the building
toward the Dorm, unseen by any of the boys who were still eating
inside. When he burst through the front door, Taylor was nowhere in
sight. Then Art heard the shower water running and headed off toward it.

He saw Taylor in the shower with soap on his face so Art knew that he could
spy on him unnoticed for at least a moment until Taylor rinsed his face
off. He looked at the large fat hairy boy, noting his large flaccid penis
and scrotum. Art's erection returned as his intention of beating Taylor was
replaced with another plan. He moved to the side of the shower entrance
where Taylor would not see him until it was too late.

As Taylor waked out of the shower dripping wet, just beginning to dry
himself, Art yelled from behind him "JONES!!" Taylor turned just as Art
unleashed a mighty slap with his open hand that stuck him squarely across
his left cheek and sent him sprawling on his ass. Then Art stepped in and
delivered another slap across his right cheek that caused Taylor to fall to
his side. "You cock sucker!" Taylor screamed his eyes blinded by the tears
that the slaps had produced. "Fuck you, you fat prick!" Art screamed back
"you smarted off to me in front of everyone, now you're going to pay." Then
Art pounced on the wet fallen boy, the weight and strength of him easily
overpowering the shaken Taylor. Art pushed down hard on the back of
Taylor's shoulders causing his chin to hit the hard tiled floor, which made
him see stars and almost lose consciousness. Then he felt the man behind
him forcing his legs out wide with his knees as the sound of a zipper being
opened made him tremble with fear.

"No Art, DON'T do it!" Taylor cried as Art positioned his huge hard cock on
Taylor's anus which was now exposed between his two large butt
cheeks. "Fuck you PUNK!" Art yelled as he thrust mightily and his large
erection ripped into the boy, tearing the sides of his opening as the man's
length and girth produced pain that Taylor had never known. "OOOOOWWWWW
SSTTOOPPP PPLLEEAASSEEEE" Taylor shrieked, but Art began to mercilessly
hammer himself in and out of Taylor's tight hole with a force that slid
Taylor along the floor with each painful stab. Taylor began to sob as Art
pumped away at him and then he yelled "How do you like a man's cock in your
ass fat boy?" "Oh God, Stop!" Taylor wailed as Art was now pumping faster
and faster.

"Shut up Bitch!" he hissed and he fired another slap across the back of
Taylor's head. After several minutes of humping to the sound of Taylor's
moans and crying Art spewed out "UUUURRRRAAAHHH, AAAAGGGGRRRRAAHH" as his
semen flew into Taylor's recesses. "YOU'RE A GOOD FUCK KID,
aaarrrrraaaggghh AAAHHHHHHH!!!" Finally finished, Art pulled out of Taylor
with the same force that he had entered and grabbed Taylor's towel to wipe
the bloody brown sheen from his spent cock. Taylor lay flat on his large
belly crying and trying to compose himself. Then he managed to get to a
seated position while pawing at the tears that were blinding him. When he
looked down he saw blood running from his torn anus, he shouted "You ripped
me open you sick bastard!"

Art saw red and yelled back "More smart mouth, huh? Well maybe this will
shut you up," as he quickly pulled his fat leather belt from the loops in
his pants, folded it once and then lashed out at Taylor's
back. "OOOOWWWWW!" Taylor screamed and put his arms up to protect himself
as they absorbed the next two powerful blows. "OOOWWWWW OOOOWWWWW" and Art
delivered two hard strikes to the tops of Taylor's thighs which caused him
to roll to his stomach with his arms beneath him. Art slammed his knees
down on the small of Taylor's back and whipped furiously and his exposed
buttocks. CCRRRAAACCCK CCRRRAAACCCK CCRRRAAACCCK "OOOOWWW SSSTTOPPPP
OOOWWWW" Taylor shrieked. Art stood up and Taylor rolled to his back, then
Art let the belt fall to its full length as he administered it like a bull
whip across the boy's fat stomach and then cruelly across his penis and
scrotum.

The pain took away Taylor's voice as his mouth hung open in a silent cry as
the unspeakable pain cursed through him. "I don't hear you talking shit
now, do I you piece of crap!" Art said panting at the exertion his assault
on Taylor had caused. As he put his belt back on, Taylor's cries returned
and didn't stop while Art left him there racked in pain. Still bawling
hard, Taylor struggled to his feet and barely made it to one of the toilets
before he released the churning in his bowels that Art's savage rape had
caused. His head bowed forward and his chest heaving, Taylor wept and,
contrary to all of his anti-religious philosophy, he wished he were dead.

When Taylor did not return for the tray of food that Fred had prepared for
him, Fred decided to take it to the Dorm. As he entered he heard the sound
of crying and saw the shape of Taylor's wide body shuddering in a fetal
position on his bed. The angry red and purple welts quickly told the
story. "Taylor---are you OK?" Fred cried out. "That fucker raped me, he
raped me and then he wiped me. Oh fuck Fred I hurt---I hurt so bad," and
Taylor cried hard again as Fred tried to comfort him. "I know man, I
know. I'll go get some wet towels," Fred said as he rose and wiped the
tears that now streamed down his own eyes.

Art turned the care of the boys over to one of the other guards as he left
to meet Kevin for dinner back at his cabin. He said he'd be back for lights
out and then set off, not knowing that he had brutalized his last boy...