Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 13:36:13 -0700 From: someone someday Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy --Chapter 3 DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 3 ________________________________________________ NOTE: This story NEEDS to be read sequentially...if you jump around you'll miss plot points that aren't repeated in each chapter. So read the prior chapters first. ________________________________________________ Before the boys went to bed, Fred told his little brother Tim about his plan to fake falling down the stairs in the morning so he could have an excuse not to have to take gym class or go to basketball practice until after his reddened butt had a chance to heal. Tim agreed, and in the morning after they had dressed to go downstairs Fred said "Tim, you go down first and when you hear me thump on the stairs, run into the kitchen and tell Mom and Dad that you just saw me fall." "Got it" Tim responded and then he went down to wait for the signal. Fred figured that he'd just stomp his feet real hard on the stairs to create the illusion of the noise of a fall, but given the distance of the kitchen from the bottom of the stairs he realized that he'd have to stomp real hard. So he decided that he would jump down about 7 or 8 stairs and then quickly jump again to the bottom landing each time feet first and stomping hard. His first jump made a perfectly loud noise and as he launched into the second jump Tim took off for the kitchen to alert his parents. What he missed was Fred's second landing which made a huge noise, not because he had landed it as planned, but instead because he had come up 1/2 a stair short of the bottom which caused his feet to come out from under him. Fred then slammed flat on his ass across the forth stair from the bottom and then bounced down the remaining steps until he was sprawled on the floor ant the foot of the steps. The only thing that hurt was Fred's backside which probably wouldn't have hurt much at all, if not for the pants down beating he had received the night before. Fred lay there writhing in pain tears welling up and then streaking down his face. The feeling in his swollen and whip striped butt hurt so bad he couldn't speak and as his voice returned it was nothing more than a low guttural moan. When his parents arrived on the scene, they had no problem believing that their son had indeed fallen down the stairs and had injured himself. "God Fred are you OK" his Dad screamed "tell me where it hurts son". But Fred was still speechless as they attempted to communicate with him. "My God" thought Tim "what a great act he's putting on...he should get a fucking Academy Award for this performance. But enough's enough dude, you're starting to scare the shit out of the Folks." His mother was getting hysterical and his father kept pressing him to speak when he finally regained his voice. Even though his ass was on fire he knew the role he had to play so he half spoke/half cried "My shoulder...I came down on my left shoulder." "He might have hit his head too" his father said "Christ he made a Hell of a noise crashing down those steps. Can you get up son?" "I think so Dad" Fred replied using his right arm to cradle his left shoulder while wishing he could be rubbing his sore ass instead. "I think we should take him to the Clinic" his mother cried. "No Mom I think I just jammed it like I did during football season. All the doctor did was make me put it in a sling and it was fine in a week or so." "Well were not taking any chances here Fred" his father replied "We're taking you to the Clinic right now." Realizing the further argument was pointless, Fred said he needed to go to the bathroom first and said he'd be ready in a minute. Once he was behind closed doors, Fred let out a sigh of relief that the ruse was working and one of frustration that it had worked to well and that he had an additional performance to give. He also seized the opportunity to massage his throbbing buttocks which produced a wet feeling between his ass and underwear. "Fuck" Fred thought "did I shit myself?" But when he removed his hand from his bare butt what he saw was blood. "Oh God what have I done to myself" he thought. Fred quickly dropped his pants and inspected his naked rear in the dressing mirror on the bathroom door. What he discovered was that his fall had caused two of the whip marks to split open in parallel 1/2 inch slits that were not too deep. He blotted them with toilet paper for a few minutes until he heard his father's knock at the door. "You OK in there Fred...what's taking so long?" "I'll be right out Dad, it's a little slow with only one arm." "Well let me in and I'll help you" his father said, but Fred replied that he'd be out in just a minute which was all the time he needed to stick a folded square of toilet paper between his wounds and underwear, following which he fastened his pants and flushed the toilet for effect. Upon arriving at the Clinic they were told that Fred's pediatrician, Dr. Barker was out of town at a medical conference and that his patients were being handled by his young associate, Dr. Carl who would be available in about 20 minutes. Since Fred was now calm and appeared stable, his father said that he'd take Tim to school and then head to his office where his wife should call him as soon as the doctor reported on Fred's condition. As Fred and his Mom waited, Fred began to recall his last visit to the Clinic, the one about 6 months ago when Dr. Baker reported his conclusion that Fred was suffering from Delayed Puberty Syndrome. Dr. Baker told them that while there was a treatment--hormone injections to be exact--treatment protocol prevented him from administering them until Fred was 16 if the condition still persisted. Fred went nuts when he heard that and had to be restrained by his father and Dr. Carl. "You have to be shitting me" Fred had shouted "there's a magic bullet for this but you can't give it to me? So now I have to spend another 2 years being laughed at...Fuck you Dr.!! You don't know what this is like!!" "Calm down Fred" Dr. Carl had replied "I'm sure its no picnic but the hormones aren't safe for you to take yet. If you were to start on them and then your body naturally took off on its own, the results could be awful. We have to wait until we know that your own hormonal production won't kick in which could, in fact, happen any day." "Let me talk to him in private for a minute" Dr. Carl then said "I've had some experience with this when I was interning at County General." Dr. Carl then led Fred to his office but Fred was still hot. "Dr. Baker is exactly right Fred, you could wind up looking like the Wolfman with dense matted hair all over your face and body." "Well that's better than no hair at all" Fred replied. "No it's not Fred, besides you may be closer than you think to starting puberty on your own...I mean you're certainly not small for your age and your muscle mass is even pretty high from what I can tell." "Oh yeah" Fred fired back "what about this muscle mass" and Fred simultaneously pulled down the front of the sweatpants he was wearing and his underwear exposing his both hairless and undersized genitalia. "OK Fred, as long as you want me to examine you, sit over there on the table and let me take a closer look." Fred sat on the end of the table with his sweats and underwear at his ankles while Dr. Carl scrubbed his hands. He then pulled up a sliding stool and he lowered the height on it so that he was just above eye level from Fred's package. He began by gently grabbing Fred's scrotum and rubbing, no pulling down on his balls. "Well your testicles are fully descended for one thing Fred, although there is a completely absence of hair, not even a discernible prepubescent fuzz." "Yeah Doc, my nuts have hung low since I was 10, but nothing else has changed during the last 4 fucking years." "Well I can tell you one thing has changed, by the noticeable swelling in the skin below your glans I can tell that you've been frequently masturbating" Dr. Carl said as his fingers manipulated the head of Fred's penis. Fred's face flushed red with embarrassment as Dr. Carl continued "Have you been able to orgasm Fred?" "Yeah, since I was 10." "And is the intensity the same or has it increased?" "It seems to get better all the time, especially when I try it a new way or at least mix things up." Fred now felt the blood begin to rush and his penis begin to firm as he quickly pulled back from Dr. Carl's grasp and covered himself with his hands. "It's OK Fred, just a normal reaction to stimulation" Dr. Carl told him. "Well , the good thing Fred is, like I said, you could be closer than you think. Now I can't promise anything but if you want to come see me in a few months I'll check you out again and maybe we can talk about some other alternative treatments. But you need to keep this between me and you because you're Dr. Baker's patient." "OK, thanks I guess" Fred said as he pulled up his pants and left. That was 6 months ago and while Fred had thought about Dr. Carl's offer he never followed through because something about how Dr. Carl has rubbed his dick and how he could feel the doctors hot breath on him as he conducted the exam caused him to be concerned, but he couldn't exactly tell why. Besides, the shot was what he needed not some fucking alternatives. Fred's mind snapped back to the present as Dr. Carl walked into the room and asked what the problem was.