Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 22:02:27 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 36 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 36 As with all other chapters of this story: (c) all rights reserved. For adult reading only!!! ________________________________ As Art walked to his cabin, following his rape and violent whipping of Taylor, his thoughts turned to Kevin's impending visit. Initially he had planned to have both oral and anal sex with Kevin, but he now questioned whether his virility would allow him to orgasm two more times that night. Since he had already cum in Taylor's tight fat ass, Art figured he just settle for having Kevin suck his dick. Of course, Art was prepared to let Kevin take him anyway he chose and perhaps the thrill of the moment might get him hard a third time. In fact, the thought of handsome Kevin was beginning to get him erect now, less than an hour after he had climaxed inside of Taylor. When he entered his cabin, he turned on the stove and began to prepare the meal he had planned for Kevin: steak, salad and baked potatoes with some red wine. All was ready except for putting the steaks on the barbecue out back, when Art heard Kevin's knock at his front door. Art opened the door and smiled broadly as he let Kevin in. "Well how did it go today Kevin?" Art asked referring to the places he had recommended that Kevin go to take his photographs. "Great," Kevin replied lying, since he had not gone anywhere that day except to the hill top outside the Camp with Dr. Carl to continue their observations. The two men chatted idly while Art cooked the steaks, then they went in to eat. During dinner, Art recommended several other places Kevin might visit, to which Kevin responded with feigned interest. Then as they sat sipping their wine, Art pulled his chair close to Kevin and placed his hand on Kevin's thigh, stroking it lightly as he said "I need to go back and tuck the little darlings in for the night. Make yourself at home and I should be back in an hour---90 minutes tops." Kevin responded by putting his hand on top of Art's and rubbing the back of his hand softly, "No problem," Kevin said, "I have a few calls to make on my cell phone to my publisher, so I'll be well occupied until you get back." Art smiled and before leaving, he offered the use of his phone if Kevin encountered any problems using his cell. As soon as Art was down the path and out of sight, the back door of the cabin opened and Dr. Carl entered. "How long until he returns?" Dr. Carl asked. "He said an hour to an hour and a half," Kevin answered. "Great---that gives us plenty of time," the doctor said as he began to survey the layout of the cabin. Then the two men searched all the closets and drawers, finding copies of all the tapes that Art and the Warden had sold to the porn sites. "Kevin," Dr. Carl said while inspecting one of the closets "look what I found." The doctor then held out the cruel strap that Art had used on the boys at the Camp before Fred had established the "New Rules of Order" which had outlawed it. "I think we can put this to use tonight!" the doctor hissed as Kevin shuddered at the sight of the large instrument of pain. "OK Kevin, write your note to Art and then drive back to the campground and get us all packed up. Walk back up the path and hide in the woods until I signal you from the back door." Kevin took a sheet of paper from Art's desk and wrote: "Dear Art, My publisher insisted that I return tonight with the photographs because the magazine publication date just got moved up. Sorry I can't be with you, but I will be back again soon. Thanks for dinner and I look forward to seeing you again. Sincerely, Kevin" Kevin placed the folded note prominently in the center of the kitchen table and then left, while Dr. Carl positioned himself by the window to look for Art's return. Back at the Camp, Art entered the Dorm before lights out and was greeted by the angry stares of most all of the boys. "What seems to be the problem," he asked in mock surprise. "You know the problem," Fred snapped at Art "you fucked Taylor and then you beat the shit out of him!" Art stared angrily at Fred and then looked across the faces of the other boys as he replied "Jones smarted off and he got punished for it." Fred shouted back "That was against the rules Art and you know it!" "Fuck you and your rules Carver. Sounds like you're being a smart-ass too. How would you like to see if I can't make you cry---there's nothing I'd like more than to give YOU another whipping!" Fred had no desire to go there, so he choked back the retorts he would otherwise have offered. "Now get your asses washed up and in bed," Art commanded as the boys scampered to comply. Within a half-hour the boys were in their beds lying silently as Art turned out the lights and left. When he was sure Art was out of earshot, Fred said, "Fucking asshole---some day I hope he really gets his!" "Yeah," Taylor replied "and I'd love to be the one who gives it to him, the rotten cocksucker!" A murmur of general consensus swept through the Dorm, as did the sounds of young feet heading towards the beds of others. "Hey Taylor," Fred whispered kneeling at the side of his bed "How about if I take your mind off what ails ya?" Taylor turned to him and smiled "Sure Pal, that would be great." Fred lay down next to his injured friend who was still naked under the cool towels that covered him. Then he reached out and took Taylor's limp penis into his hand. "Oooww" Taylor moaned as the touch of Fred's hand stung the area on the shaft of his penis that Art had struck with the belt. "Sorry," Fred said, "this will feel better." Fred slid down until the boy's soft penis was in front of his face, then he slowly and gently sucked it into his wet mouth and caressed it gently. That felt great to Taylor as his flaccid tool began to swell. Soon Fred was bobbing up and down on its full length, and burying his nose at the base in the tufts of Taylor's black pubic hairs. After about 5 minutes Taylor's back stiffened and he began to arch his hips into Fred's face as his orgasm drew nearer. While he normally had no shame about trumpeting out the moment of his climaxes, Taylor softly moaned and held back any outcry as he felt his seed welling up inside him and beginning its release. Fred tasted, the salty early discharge on his tongue as it slowly trickled from the head of the largest erection of any of the boys in the Camp. Then, as Taylor's muted groans began to come with greater frequency, he felt the first hard blast of fluid launch into his mouth and at the back of his throat. He sucked harder and faster while Taylor softly cooed, releasing two more ample discharges while being consumed in pleasure that completely replaced his previous pain. Fred continued to suck at a slower pace, long after Taylor's final ejaculation and did not stop until Taylor gently pulled his face away. Then Fred slid up next to his fat friend and put his head on the pillow next to him. "Thanks Fred" Taylor whispered "that felt super---anything I can do for you?" "Nah, you get some sleep, you can catch me another time." "OK," Taylor replied "but do me a favor and just lay here with me 'til I fall to sleep." "Sure thing," Fred replied as Taylor wrapped one of his meaty arms around Fred's shoulders and pulled him tightly to his chest, snuggling him softly. Soon Taylor was asleep and Fred quietly freed himself from the warm embrace that held him. The night air was cool, so Fred removed the damp towels and gently covered the whip-striped skin of his sleeping friend with a sheet. Then Fred walked back to his own bed where he found Joey waiting for him. "That was nice of you Fred---you're a good friend. You know what they say don't you---no good deed should go unrewarded!" Joey said as his hand slid down in between the elastic of the front of Fred's shorts until the tip of Fred's erect penis touched the palm of his hand................ Art walked through he door of his cabin and said "Kevin, I'm back." Hearing no reply, he walked into the kitchen where he spotted and picked up the note Kevin had left. "GOD DAMMIT!" Art shouted as he crumpled the note at hurled it against the wall, "of all the fucking luck---SO OF A BITCH!" Then he opened the door to his refrigerator and took out a can of beer before slamming the door shut. In his anger and frustration, Art quickly chugged the beer and threw the empty can to the ground before storming into the bathroom to take a long overdue piss. He stood with his back to the bathtub with the drawn shower curtain, behind which Dr. Carl was hiding. The sound of his urination splashing in the water and his groan of relief completely masked the doctor's approach. Then Dr. Carl struck Art with a mighty blow at the base of his skull that rendered him completely unconscious as Art slumped forward and then fell to his side. Dr. Carl sprang quickly into action. He removed Art's shirt and then dragged him to the center of the living room area, where he bound Arts wrists together with duct tape before applying a large strip across his eyes. The doctor stood on a chair and strung a rope through the beam that ran through the center of the cabin. Then he tied Art's wrists and hoisted the unconscious man to his feet where he swayed limply. Dr. Carl removed his shoes and socks before stripping off his pants and underwear. Then he placed a rolled up of length of cloth that he had torn from a bed sheet in Art's mouth and tied it tightly behind his head. Finally, the doctor placed the rest of the torn sheet under Art's feet and spread it out, before going back to the bathroom. He returned soon with a razor, shaving cream and a bucket of water which he used to completely shave the dangling man's pubic region, the hair on his upper thighs and the hair on the underside of his scrotum and his anus. Lastly, Dr. Carl removed a set of small sharp scissors and he meticulously clipped off every hair from Art's scrotum. When he was finished, he went to the back door of the cabin and flicked the light several times to signal Kevin to enter. Kevin locked the door after he passed through it and then locked the front door and drew down the shades of all the windows. He then turned on the TV and set the volume relatively high. Meanwhile, Dr. Carl had set a large spaghetti pot full of water to boil on the stove and he poured in the entire contents of a full salt container he had found in the pantry. Then Dr. Carl produced his large medical bag and removed a bottle of alcohol and some cotton pads which he drenched before wiping vigorously all over the freshly shaved areas below Art's waist. The intense sting of the alcohol shocked Art back to consciousness, as planned. "AAAAAHHHH" he cried through the gag in his mouth unable to comprehend what was going on. His words, though muted could clearly be understood by Kevin and the doctor as Art tried to fathom his situation. "What the fucked is this---where am I---what's going on!! K, K, K, Kevin is that you?" "Who the fuck is Kevin?" Dr. Carl's unfamiliar voice then rang in Art's ears. "Who the fuck are you!" Art demanded "what are you doing to me?" "I'm the instrument of revenge you sick bastard!" Dr. Carl said sternly. "I've seen the tapes you've been making and selling and I'm here to avenge the boys whose care and trust you have violated!" Art became panic stricken as he shouted "NOOOOOOOO HELP---SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEE!" The sound of his cries, and the sound of those to come were unable to escape the walls of the cabin as Dr. Carl approached him and whispered in his ear "Scream all you want---I want you to yell. No one will hear you but me! Now let me hear you scream," and the doctor applied a generous amount of alcohol to the tender shaved areas and especially at Art's anus. "OOOOOWWWWW SSSSHHHIIITTTTT THAT HURTS---SSSTTTOOPPPPPPPP!!" Dr. Carl then removed the boiling pot of water and placed it a few feet behind where Art was hanging as he produced the whipping strap he had found. Draping it over Art's shoulder and then lightly skimming his torso with it the doctor said, "I know you can't see, but do you recognize what this is?" To his horror, Art had recognized it immediately! "Let's see how you like being on the receiving end---from your little films, it certainly appeared that you liked using it. "No, don't please don't" Art cried out in muffled words. "I will whip you, and I won't stop any time soon---prepare for HELL!" Art was breathing hard as his fear and panic rose and he did not hear the sound of the length of the strap being plunged into the hot salty pot of brine. What he did hear was the mighty WOOOOSH of the first blow that caught him squarely across the center of his bare back and swung his body forward on impact. The pain Art felt was indescribable as the hot wet strap ripped into him, robbing him of the ability to scream as his senses were overcome. Then Art felt his deep guttural cry rise up out of his lungs as he shrieked out the agony of each lash to come WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKK, came the next 5 blows in rapid succession. "OH GGOOODDD SSSTTOOOP PLEASSSEEEEE SSTTOPPPPP, OOWWWW, ANHA, ANHA, ANAH" Art at once both screamed and cried out before he started bawled like a baby awaiting the next serving of the strap. WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, "OOOOOHHH NNOOO", WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, "FOR GOD'S SAKE NO MORE!'' WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK. Art slumped back into unconsciousness after shrieking out at the pain of the 20th lash of the strap. Then Dr. Carl pulled the kitchen table out in front of Art and lowered the rope that held him until Art's chest lay across the tabletop. Art's back was glowing red and several of the lashes had torn his skin producing a slow trickle of blood that mixed with sweat and the salty water that the strap had been repeatedly dipped into. When Art came too several minutes later, he was completely paralyzed by the pain that surged through him and he began to shriek again. The salt water soaking into his wounds was excruciating and his back twitched as he writhed on the tabletop, unable to form words. Then a new pain overcame him, from low and deep inside him as Dr. Carl said "Time for your fucking!" and he brutally shoved the unlubricated end of a broom stick deeply into Art's ass, churning and twisting it as it tore at the sides of his sphincter. "AAAAHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHH, DDEEAARR GGOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD OOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" After ripping the broom stick from Art's bowels, Dr. Carl dropped his pants and took hold of his large throbbing cock which he held behind the whimpering man's brutalized anus. A trickle of blood was running down the insides of Art's thighs and began to pool at his ankles. "Here's something bigger for you," Dr. Carl told him as he rammed his fat long organ through Art's damaged rectum which elicited a deep and pain-felt "OOOHHHHHHHH!!" Dr. Carl violently thrust the full length of himself in and out of Art, while Kevin sat in witness to the horrors that the doctor was unleashing. Kevin had been carefully instructed not to speak, lest his voice be recognized, but he all most cried out on several occasions for the doctor to stop the sadistic torture that he was unleashing. The savagery of the fucking that Dr. Carl was giving to Art was as unimaginable to Kevin as it was to the victim himself, who felt the deep penetration and withdrawal of the largest cock that had ever entered him. It seemed as if the doctor might never cum, until finally---almost mercifully, Dr. Carl began to buck his hips and softly moan as he began to orgasm. "How do you like to be fucked like those boys you bastard!" Dr. Carl yelled. Then, as he began to ejaculate, instead of moaning or making guttural sounds of ecstatic release, the doctor continued to taunt his victim. "HOW---DOES---YOUR---ASS---HOLE----FEEL---NNOOOWWWWWW " the doctor cried out in a rhythmic cadence as he fired his thick volume of semen into Art's deep recesses. When he was completely spent, Dr. Carl pulled out of Art as violently as he had entered causing Art to sigh deeply in relief as his over-stretched orifice was finally allowed to constrict to its normal state. The doctor immediately cleaned himself and then pulled up his pants as Art lay helpless across the top of the table panting like a runner who had just finished running a marathon. "Whaa---What are you doing," Art's slurred words cried out through his gag as he felt himself being again hoisted to his feet by the ropes that bound his wrists. "There's still the matter of your ASS!" the doctor hissed "you didn't think that I'd be leaving that to you in any shade but red, did you?" Art was terrified as he began to beg and plead "No, please, enough---I've had enough. Please don't whip me any more---PPPLLLEEEAASSSSEEE!!!" Dr., Carl laughed at the begging protests of the man who had caused so much pain to his dear Fred and the other boys, to whom the doctor was decidedly indifferent. "How many of those boys on the tapes begged you to stop? I'll bet they all did, but you never stopped---and neither will I. Consider this their pay back!" WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK. And the more Art howled as his buttocks were reduced to a red blistered pulp, the harder and faster Dr. Carl whipped him. Finally, around the 15th lash as blood poured from the angry welts that had risen on Art's backside, Art blacked out and his head sagged down with his chin resting limply on the top of his chest. Dr. Carl motioned for Kevin to bring over one of the kitchen chairs, which he positioned behind Art. Then he lowered the unconscious man into the chair and untied the ropes from his wrists. Dr. Carl also took off the tape that bound his wrists and the man's freed arms fell uselessly to his sides. Kevin then watched as the doctor took Art's flaccid penis and began to stroke it fiercely. Even through all the pain and sensory overload that Art's tormented body was experiencing, the stimulation of the doctor's hand was producing an erection. Dr. Carl pounded at Art's hard cock as if he were hammering nails. The combination of the stimulation and the intense friction of the doctor's stroking hand began to revive Art, though he could not otherwise move a bone in his body. "Huh, nnn, now what are you doing to me?" he whispered in exhaustion. "Call it a bonus---no, make that a severance check!" the doctor laughed as he pounded away at Art's erection "you should always remember this---savor the feeling!" "oooohhh, uuunnnnn, aahhhahhhahhh," Art moaned softly as the intensity of the pleasurable stroking began to hasten his ejaculation. "HHOOOO AAAHH," he gasped as a voluminous arc of spiraling semen shot up high and then landed on his stomach. "OOOhhh, aaaahhhh aaarr aaahhh" he cried as three more jets of thick white fluid erupted from him. As his release passed and his fear began to rise again Art started to cry like an errant child begging to be left unpunished. "Please leave me alone, I can't take any more. I'm sorry, I'll never do it again---I SWEAR!!!" Dr. Carl went to his medical bag and removed a wide cotton pad and then poured some ether from its canister on to the pad. "There, there calm down now," the doctor said in a comforting voice. "I'm not going to whip you any more and, by the way, I KNOW you'll never hurt those boys again." Art slumped into a deep state of unconsciousness as Dr. Carl firmly pressed the ether drenched cotton pad across his nose and mouth. "He's out" Dr. Carl said to Kevin who was still in shock at what he had witnessed. Even though he knew the broad outline of the doctor's plan, Kevin had no idea that it could be so sadistically executed. "Help me get him to the bed so I can dress his wounds," the doctor commanded. Kevin helped carry the limp man's body to the bed where he was first placed on his stomach. The doctor then cleaned the whip marks from Art's back and buttock and then applied a generous amount of antiseptic ointment to the wounds. Then he rolled Art on to his back and turned to Kevin saying "why don't you wait outside---I'll be out in just a few minutes." Kevin gladly complied with the suggestion and he slumped down on the back porch step of the cabin exhausted from the emotional toll that watching Art's torture had exacted on him. About 20 minutes later, Dr. Carl walked out and joined him. "OK, we're done. Let's walk back to the campsite and then go home." Kevin nodded at him weakly to which the doctor replied "What's wrong---don't you think he had it coming? We have avenged Fred and all the other boys he tortured." Kevin sighed weakly and said "I know, it's just that I never imagined it would be like that and now---now you---you---" Dr. Carl cut him off saying "Yes, yes I know it was all shocking to you. But it's done now and justice has been served---the piper just got paid!" The two men walked down the 2-mile path to the campground parking lot where Kevin had packed the car in anticipation of their immediate departure. They drove off in silence and when they reached the town Dr. Carl stopped beside a mailbox and deposited a large manila envelope. When he got back into the car Kevin asked, "What was that?" Dr. Carl replied, "Well, Kevin if all goes as I hope, that should be Fred's ticket to freedom." As they drove on Dr. Carl explained....... The next morning, Art slowly woke from his groggy ether induced sleep and began to feel the intense stinging that gripped his posterior. No, it was not a sick dream---it had all happened, but at least he was alive. Art began to regain the focus of his vision and he saw that his nightstand had been pulled to the side of his bed. On it, he saw a large glass of water and a stack of pills with a note next to them saying "For Pain". He reached out weakly and grabbed two of the pills and put them in his mouth before rinsing them down with some of the water. Then he saw a tube of ointment with a note that read "For the sutures." "Sutures?" Art thought to himself "what fucking sutures?" He pulled down the sheet that covered him and looked down his chest and legs seeing nothing, including no pubic hair. That sick bastard shaved me---so that's what stung so much at the beginning" he said to himself. Then, as the doctor's statement about a "severance check" suddenly rang in his ears Art's hand lurched down and grabbed the full length of his flaccid penis. "Thank Christ" he said out loud as the mystery still plagued him. "It must be for my back" he thought "that brutal fucker must have ripped me up." "No, it's my asshole---where he ripped me up with the broomstick. Then Art reached down between his legs to feel the circumference of his damaged rectum, he shrieked with all his might "OH GOD NO!!!" as his hand came up empty in the vicinity that would normally have resulted in his having taken hold of his balls. He sprang bolt upright and peered at the empty sack of flesh with a two inch stitched incision an he howled "PLEASE GOD NOT THAT, PLEASE NOT MY FUCKING BALLS!!!!" Art's mind raced as he prayed that he was only dreaming when he finally noticed the bowl behind the glass. He look into it and saw, floating in pinkish water, his severed testicles. The cries of agony and horror that rang out in the otherwise silent early morning hours quickly caught the attention of the inhabitants of the neighboring cabins. Soon several men had arrived at Art's bedside as he shrieked incoherently. Art continued to scream until an ambulance arrived and a sedative was administered. When he awoke later at the hospital, Art's shrieking renewed and it did not stop for days to come......