Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2010 09:56:21 -0400
From: Homer Simpson <d.beer@hotmail.com>
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
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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.