Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2010 09:56:21 -0400 From: Homer Simpson Subject: Devon's Lie chapter 6 Hi ya'll. Long time no hear anything from anyone. Don't know if anyone is actually reading this or not. If so, if you under 18, go read something else. If not, enjoy. As always, feedback appreciated, flames ignored. Send comments to d.beer@hotmail.com Paul refilled his cup from one of those new one cup coffee makers. He added some cream and sugar and then sat down in his chair. Meanwhile, Devon was sitting in a chair with his hands across his privates. He was looking at Paul waiting for something to start. "OK, now we're all past that. How are you feeling Devon?" "I'm feeling bad" "You want to tell me why your feeling bad?" "No, I don't wanna talk about it" "now Devon, we've already had this discussion, you told me that you'd talk to me, now you changing your mind" "I just don't want to talk about that is all" "hmm, so Devon, why do you think that your here?" "I don't really know. Mother and Father just left me here" he said almost glaring at Paul to contradict. "OK, for now, tell me how your singing is doing?" "uh, OK I guess" "Your brother said you've changed in the past few months" "What does he know?" Devon said quickly. "Well, is that all your gonna tell me then Devon?" "It doesn't matter. Nothing matters these days" Paul sipped his coffee more. Clearly Devon wasn't going to volunteer anything easily. He'd have to do something else then. Paul put his covered coffee mug down with a thump and that got Devon's attention immediately. Paul stood up and went over to Devon's chair. Devon backed into the chair a little more. Paul stared at the boy. "Stand up boy!" Paul said with authority that Devon didn't question. Devon stood up. Paul reached into a drawer and pulled out some long zip ties. Paul reached out and roughly pulled Devon's wrist out. He affixed the zip tie on each wrist before pushing the boy back into the chair. Paul then took another strap that was on each chair and put it through the straps on each arm. Devon just stared as it all happened quickly. Paul then turned away and picked up his coffee cup from the table and sipped at it looking at the boy. Devon was pushed back into the chair with each arm affixed to the arms of the chair. His bare feet and legs were sticking out also. The small hospital gown had worked it way up the boy's waist. Paul sipped at his cup and said "you will notice that you can't move your arms. Go ahead and try to slip out of them" he sipped some more as Devon tried his arms. Try as he might, he couldn't move them. Paul sat on the corner of his desk and looked at the boy. "I thought we might have a nice conversation between us. You've made that apparent that it wasn't going to happen. The ideal conversation between patient and doctor is voluntary. We aren't going to have that as you've indicated. I don't buy the bullshit your trying to spit out. Your family is concerned about you. So, we can try this one more time. You got anything to say?" "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm through, worthless and I don't wanna talk about it" Devon said before lowering his eyes. "Very well. It sounds to me like I'm talking to a spoiled boy who thinks because he's made some money, he can have his own way but I can get around that" Devon slowly looked up. He had a small tear in his eye that Paul noticed once he returned from the cabinet. He was holding a needle in his hand and a swab in the other. He dabbed some on Devon's arm and put the needle just on the skin below. "I wished I didn't have to resort to this, but it is your choice" and waited. Devon said nothing and finally looked away. He winched as the needle went through his skin. He felt the burning of the liquid. Paul disposed of the needle correctly and then went around to his desk and sat down. Devon could feel a warm feeling running through his veins he though and felt his pecker start to rise. he was embarrassed to say the least but looked back at Paul. "Now you can feel the medication running through your veins. Even your member is feeling it. In about 5 minutes, you'll be unable to not answer me. You might as well accept it and we'll get over it." Devon could feel his balls start to lift some as his member grew to its maximum hardness. Devon looked down at him. His gown had ridden up fully on the small of his back and he was showing himself in all his glory. "Now" Paul said in his most soothing voice "how do you feel Devon?" "Embarrassed" "Why?" "Cause I'm all hard and stuff and you can see it all" He looked back down and made his muscles move his erection. He then looked back to Paul with a few tears coming from his eyes. "But it doesn't really matter now. I'm not worth anything" He sniffed a couple of times then. "Why don't you think your worth anything?" "The whole world will know I'm a fake" "Why is that, Devon" "Cause it isn't mine they all like!" "I see. Does this have anything to do with your change in moods?" "I, I, I guess so" Devon's mumbled. "Now we're getting somewhere. Tell me what has happened. I'll have to write some of it down" "it doesn't matter I guess. We took a trip to see my Grandma in August. My career was doing well with my song but the record label wants more." "And is that a problem?" Devon looked at Paul and burst out crying and sniffling. Paul sipped his coffee and waited the boy out. He pulled on the straps but nothing happened. "So exactly what is the problem, Devon?" "I, I, I didn't write the song" "Go on" "I I my I cousin wrote the song but I told everyone I did" "OK, so go on?" "Well, I wanted to go to my grandmas because my cousin lives close by. I was gonna see him and get some more songs" "And so? Go on, please" Paul encouraged "Well, mom and dad said they'd only be a one day visit. I had to see Peewee for more than that" "uh huh, go on" "Well mom and dad blew a gasket. They told me that I'd have to stay a week until they returned to get me" "So did you?" "Well, I went to Peewee's house and he was there. I told him I needed to talk to him. he was acting strange towards me. I kind of told him what I needed and could he help me. he told me that he had some more songs but I'd have to go camping with him for a week down near the creek" "And you don't like to go camping?" "Nah, that didn't bother me any. I've been camping with him plenty" "OK, so then did you go camping with him?" "I went back to grandma's and grabbed my clothes. Mom and dad had left already so I was all alone anyways. I went back to my cousin's. He had somethings already packed up. he grabbed some rope for our tent and some fishing poles and skinning knives." "yes, go on Devon" "well, we hike about an hour to some spot where I'd never been before. I look around the spot and see there was already a fire ring built, so I knew he'd been there before." "OK, go on" Paul said writing some more things down. "Well, Peewee's family has always been poor. So it isn't anything for him to go off and fish for some food. I never thought nothing about it. he throws his stuff down and says this is it. I never gave it another thought, I knew I had to get some more songs from him. That was all I was thinking about. He was still acting strange to me" "OK, tell me about Peewee" Paul instructed the boy. "Well, he's about a year older. he has always been on the short skinny side but he hit a growth spell and started to, uh, beef up is what my mom called it. he's still my height but stockier" "OK, got it, go on" "Well, see, he threw his stuff down. Came over to me. I was carrying my stuff and some of the other things. He pulled them off of me and then hit me in my lower back full force. I folded over and he, uh, tied my wrists together before I could move." "Did you resist?" "yeah, but he's heavier than me and put his knee in the middle of my back. Next thing I knew he had me on the ground. he walked around me a few times mumbling something. I see him go to the backpack and pull out a longer piece of rope. he throws it up into a tree. The ends came back down and he comes to me, picks me up like I'm nothing, he's really strong I guess, and ties the rope to my wrists. Then he pulls the other end of the rope and ties it off. I'm standing there with my wrists off my body in my t-shirt, blue jeans and shoes. I have to kinda bend over then" "Did you try to talk to him any" "yeah, I asked him what he was doing" "OK, then?" "he said he was taking care of a snake. I asked him what he meant?" "yes, then what did he do?" Devon paused then and looked out the window for over a minute. Paul just waited. When Devon looked back at Paul, he had tears streaming down his face. "What's wrong with me?" he mumbled in a teary voice "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, honest" «sniff sniff» Paul closed his notebook up then. Devon saw him do that. Paul came over to the boy and removed the straps. Paul sat back down on his desk. Devon hadn't moved his arms yet. Paul looked him over. "You feel strange at all?" Devon's shook his head. "you've been talking to me for over an hour now. You've done it all freely. The shot I gave you was sugar water. You think I can have your word that you'll talk freely or do I really have to get the truth liquid out?" Devon looked him over "Really?" "honest Indian" "I thought it was the shot" "I could put you in a trance if you want" "no, I'll talk. I have nothing to lose" "OK, lets get you something to drink for now" Paul stood and Devon did too. Paul walked out into the hallway and down to a room where there was a refrigerator. Paul got out two cokes as Devon watched him. Paul took the cokes back to his office and set them on his desk. Devon just stood and watched him. Paul shut the door and opened up a drawer. he got two straws out and gave one to Devon. "no gimmicks, no shots, no medicine. I'll even take that straw if you don't trust me. Your totally on your own here" Devon said "yes sir" as he sucked on the coke filled straw. He set it down and stood there. "now what, sir?" "How about you sit in the chair again like before" "Are you going to strap me in?" "Only if you want" "I don't, sir. I'll talk freely" "Good" Paul said as he opened his notebook again and took a pen. "You remember where you were?" "yes, peewee hit me some where in the lower part of my back. I had such pain I fell to my knees." "do you remember where he hit you?" "Yes" "can you show me?" "yes" "Devon, I'll need to have an xray done or something by the medical doctor. As such, I'll have to put an "x" on the spot, is that OK?" "It doesn't matter, sir. I have nothing to go for" Devon stood, removed his gown and turned his butt towards Paul. he reached behind him and put his hand on a spot just above his kidneys. "Here" "He hit you in your kidneys. That is used to subdue people usually" "it hurt like hell is all I know" Paul put a couple of x's on Devon's back. Devon took his gown and sat down with it over his middle. He didn't bother to put it back on. "So go on, Devon" "yes sir. Well, I asked Peewee why he was doing this. He told me that he was fixing the snake. Then he came over to me and slapped me in my face. He asked me if I was ashamed of myself. I asked him what he meant. he took his dick out and peed all over me. Then he took that sharp knife he used for preparing the fish for frying and cut my shirt right off of me. I screamed at him but he said to just wait. I asked him to let me go but he just laughed at me. He took out a digital camera then. He told me that he borrowed it from a friend of his. he set it up on a stump. he said he was filming me and that he'd get a confession out of me" "I see, go on please" "He came over and made me look at the camera and make a face. when I didn't, he squeezed it until I did. he started to try to take my belt off but I fought him off. It didn't last long though. He hit me in my balls. I thought the world was going to end there. he told me that if I resisted I'd get it again. and through the afternoon he did do it. As I stood crouched over, he went behind me and removed my shoes and socks. I stood there crouched over. He was till filming. he then stood behind me and undid my belt. I couldn't do anything about it." Devon looked away back out the window. "I never thought he of anyone I knew, would do it" "What did he do?" "He pulled the belt off of me and then cut my pants and underwear all the way off of me. I was naked then. I couldn't hid anything. He made sure of that. he turned me towards the camera. Then he got the camera and brought it over to me. he'd shut it off then. He told me that he was going to take pictures of the superstar and sell them to a gossip magazine like the article he'd seen and read in BOP. I knew I was in trouble then. All my secrets would be revealed. I tried to not cooperate but he kicked me in my balls again. That time, it really hurt. He said he could tell exactly where they were. So he turned on the camera and took my face picture, my feet, my butt and my, uh, stuff. I knew better to resist. I figured he'd quit sooner or later." "I see, so he now has pictures and stuff. What was he upset about?" "he said that he should have had all the money from HIS song and not me. He said that he couldn't have it, so he'd have the next best thing, he'd destroy me and have me!" "I see, then what happened?" "Well, the fucker made me get hard. He told me that I'd cum lots of times before the sun set and tomorrow, he'd cum lots. I had no idea what he was talking about but he put the camera back in the tree and turned it on. He came behind me and I saw later where he kept his head out of sight, but he started playing with me. I got hard. He played with my balls and stuff and I had a funny feeling that made he all hard. I stood still until it passed. Then he did again. The rest of the afternoon, he did it to me at least 6 times. My dick was so sore as was my balls. He showed me the pictures that night after he cut me down. I laid on the ground near the campfire. He was telling me everything he was going to do to the pictures. I guess he hasn't done it yet though" Paul nodded. He wrote down that the boy had been molested to dry organisms 8 times by his count. Devon drank some more of his coke and put the empty can on the desk. Paul waited. "the next day, he pulled me to a big rock and laid me down on it. he then took all of his clothes off and started the camera back up. he came over to me all naked and stuff. He reached down and grabbed my one ball and squeezed it a little. I was in immediate pain. he let go of it. he told me that I was gonna suck on his dick and if I hurt him, he was gonna hurt me. I knew what he meant. So he put his limp dick into my mouth and told me to suck it hard. I did and he was moving back and forth on me for a few minutes. I felt his legs go stiff, his dick go stiff and his gooey liquid slid into my throat. I'm not sure what it was, but he did it lots that morning. He stayed naked all day. That afternoon, he put his dick into my butt lots also. I didn't have any liquid coming out though. About his 5th time, he stopped giving me the liquid. he showed me the film that night and told me what he was gonna do with it. The third day, he told me that he didn't have any songs for me and that he was lying to me about it the whole time. He told me that I was now his bitch and if I told anyone, he'd fuck my world up. He then packed up all his things, grabbed the camera and stood up to leave. I was still nude. he took my stuff and found some shorts and a top. he told me that he was leaving for a friends and I should go back to my grandma's, remember what happened and what he said. He told me that he'd leave the shorts, shoes, and shirt along the way. then at his house behind the barn was my bag. he left then" Paul was trying not to act stunned. Devon looked at Paul, then out the window and back to Paul. Paul looked at his notepad he'd been writing on. Devon continued on "I eventually got the rope off. he'd left a knife on purpose. I found my shorts along the path. It was slow going since I didn't have any shoes to wear. I got to the barn and found the rest of my things. He'd written a note saying 'remember'. I was beaten. I went to my grandma's. She'd left for a few days to visit her sister in another city. I was supposed to be camping all week. I had myself for company. I don't remember my parents coming to get me after that" Devon looked down at his gown. After a minute, he threw it against the wall and spread his legs. "Might as well get used to it. The whole world would see soon enough. I'm done, through, not worth anything!" Devon just sat there staring back over Paul's head. Paul looked at the boy, devoid of any emotions.