Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 17:07:46 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 20

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 20
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 As Fred was being driven to the Vermont Youth Minimal Correction
Wilderness Facility, he sobbed silently in the back of the van.  He
composed himself before it made its first stop at a town some 20 miles from
his own.  There, it collected a skinny young boy no more than 11 years old
who, after a weepy good bye with his family, sat in the first row of the
van and cried out loud the entire way to their next and last stop.  The
last passenger was a 15 year old fat kid who was long on body hair and
short on hygiene.  The van was permeated with his sweaty stench as he
stoically boarded the van and sat in the middle row.  He stared at the
laconic Fred and the weepy youngster and said "I'm Taylor Jones who the
fuck are you two?"

"Fred Carver" Fred replied and then the crying boy eked out his name
"Charlie James".  "Well nice to meet you Fred and shut the fuck up
Charlie!"  Taylor said before the driver interjected "The kid can cry if he
wants...you shut the fuck up fat boy."  "Blow me!" Taylor bellowed back,
and then they drove in silence for the next two hours until the van pulled
off at a truck-stop diner for lunch.  "Listen boys" the driver said "my
name is Jocko, and if you don't fuck with me I won't fuck with you.  So you
guys go sit with each other and order what you want, but don't try to run
or any crap like that. You're headed for the softest youth center in the
state...in the country probably....so don't blow it and wind up in a
general facility where, by the looks of you, you'll wind up with dicks
shoved so far up your ass that it would take a hydraulic winch to pull them
out!"  With that crass visual image being driven home, the three boys sat
at a window table while Jocko ordered his meal at the counter.

Fred surveyed his two companions closely as they sat looking at their
menus.  Charlie clearly didn't have hair one between his legs and, at best
he weight 85 pounds.  Taylor, on the other hand, weighed 200 plus and
looked like he'd been shaving for years.  His dark oily hair lay matted on
his head and his spotty facial hair had been neglected for days.  He smelt
like a day laborer and Fred was having trouble maintaining his appetite in
the face of Taylor's rank smell.  "So what did you two homos do to get
thrown in this Camp Nowhere?"  Taylor asked.  Fred, putting on his best
tough guy act and looking Taylor straight in the eye said "I beat the shit
out of some dickhead jackass and landed him in the hospital."  Taylor gave
him a "duly impressed" looked and then stared at little Charlie and said
"What about you dickless?"  "I...I...got caught stealing cars and joy
riding." Charlie answered.  "Neighbor cars?" Taylor asked.  "No, they
belonged to these douche bags who used to tease me, so I boosted their cars
and rammed them into trees."  "That's cool kid!" Taylor said admiringly.

"Well" Taylor continued "I got busted for shoving my cock up my cunt
sister's fat ass."  Fred and Charlie looked on bewildered as Taylor
continued.  "Yeah, the bitch caught me and a pal sucking each other off and
called us faggots, so I showed her what a faggots dick felt like, but our
maid caught me and called the cops...so here I am."  "You fucked your
sister and got caught by your maid?" Fred asked in shock thinking this kid
was the son of no better than a gas station attendant.  "Yeah, the cunt had
it coming and we're made of money.  At least my old man fired that a-hole
maid for narcing me out...he said it should have been a family matter, but
once the DA got a hold of the case, the fuck stain wouldn't let it go.  The
old man couldn't buy me out of this one, but at least his money got me into
this woodsy country club so I got no bitch.  You're both rich kids too
right?"

"My old man owns a textile mill" Charlie replied.  "My Dad is the CEO of a
technology company" Fred said.  "Yep" Taylor said "we're all headed to rich
kid's forest prison and our folks are paying the State about $100,000 so we
don't learn about real crime or get some big black dick shoved up our ass!"
"I didn't hear anything about paying that kind of money" Fred replied.
"No, you wouldn't have and I only overheard it by accident" Taylor
explained "this place was established by rich parents to take care of their
kids who couldn't get off the hook with high priced lawyers.  I got no
gripe about it and neither should you.  From what I'm told, we keep our
heads low and we're out in no time.  Then our records get
ex...aaah...ex...ahh...wiped clean so no one knows we were ever put away
and we can inherit the lifestyle our loving parental units wanted for us"
Taylor said sarcastically.

The waitress approached and took their orders and after they ate their
meals Fred confronted Taylor "Nothing personal man, but don't you wash?"
Taylor laughed and explained it was part of his systematic program to piss
his parents off.  Noting that they were in a truck stop, which no doubt had
showers, Taylor offered to remove his offensive stench and left for the
bathroom.  About five minutes later Charlie said he felt a little groudy
too and left to shower too leaving Fred sitting alone.  "Do I need to be
concerned here Carver?" Jocko said as he noted the two absent boys.  "No
Jocko" Fred replied "they just went to shower."  "THANK CHRIST!!!"  Jocko
pronounced " I cracked the window the minute that fat fuck got on
board...he smells like he's been rolling in shit!!"  Then Jocko returned to
the counter to finish his meal as Fred laid his head back and closed his
eyes.

 Meanwhile, as Charlie entered the shower area he saw the steam rushing out
from the stall that Taylor was occupying.  He passed by and stripped in
front of the second stall as Taylor was lathering himself. Taylor didn't
see the slender youth pass as he was soaping his hairy cock to an erection.
Through the crack in the curtain Charlie watched in fascination as Taylor
masturbated and he soon felt his limp and hairless penis begin to stiffen.
Then Taylor saw Charlie spying on him.  "What are you looking at?" Taylor
asked as he continued to side his hand up and down his 5 inch cock.  "What
are you doing" Charlie asked innocently.  "I'm pounding my meat you dumb
little fuck...haven't you ever done it?"  "No...never, I mean I wash it but
never when it was hard" Charlie replied.  "Well you'd better learn, because
my guess is everyone in our cabin will be whacking off at night and
screaming like Banshees.  Come on in here and I'll show you how."

As Charlie entered he said to Taylor "You've got a big one" and Taylor
replied "And yours is pretty good sized for a little shit.  Now soap it up
and start rubbing like me...yeah that's it...feels good, huh?"  "Yeah
Taylor, it feels real good and its so hard too."  "It's going to feel a lot
better in a few minutes when you shoot, except you won't cause your dick is
still bald, but you'll get a super feeling anyway."  "What's 'shoot' "
Charlie asked.  "Don't you know anything kid...shooting or cumming is when
you have hair like me an a bunch of white creamy stuff comes out when you
get that great feeling I was talking about.  You just watch my dick 'cause
it will happen in a few minutes.  Now take your other hand and stick your
first finger up your ass like this."  Charlie was repulsed at the thought
but as he watched Taylor glide a soaped finger into himself with his legs
spread wide, Charlie saw the pleasure it was giving him so he decided to
also try.  He poked cautiously at first and then began to feel an electric
tingle as the tip of his finger began to pass through his tight anus.
"Oooohhh" he moaned as it slid in deeper and for the first time made
contact with his prostate.

"When you hit that spot that feels good in there, slide your finger up and
down on it at the same time you're pumping your rod ...like this" as Taylor
showed Charlie his coordinated action. "Oooohhhh Sssshhhiittt kid I'm real
close...watch this" Taylor groaned as little Charlie watched him race
toward his climax.  And then, as Taylor's face reddened, his mouth hung
open and he closed his eyes good and tight, Taylor let out a long slow
groan...and he SHOT!!  Four solid streams of white goo flew out of the head
of Taylor's dick and struck the shower was he was leaning against on his
forehead. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH, OOOOAAAAAHHH!" he repeated with every eruption of
fluid.  Then Taylor stood up having released his cock and removed his
finger from his fat ass.  Charlie was amazed at the display he had just
witnessed.  "Feels great kid" Charlie said still panting "are you getting
close?"  "I don't know" Charlie replied "I don't think so...it feels great
and all but I feel like I'm stuck in one place or something."  "Here"
Taylor said "let me help you."  Without explanation or permission, Taylor's
hand knocked Charlie's off his 3 inch boner and Taylor began to vigorously
stroke the young boys length.  "Oooo God" Charlie moaned as his cock
tingled at the first touch of someone other than himself.  Then Taylor
dropped to one knee beside him and pulled Charlie's other hand from the
back of his skinny butt.  "Oooww, oooohhh" Charlie at first cried and then
groaned as Taylor's long fat finger replaced his own and got right on top
of that sweet spot inside him.

Charlie slowly bucked and rocked at Taylor's excellent caresses which, in
just a minute or two, forced him to bite his lip to fight back a yell of
joy as his groin began to spark with electricity and he spasmed slightly.
Then an unheard of feeling overtook Charlie and the total body experience
of the dry release and the upward sling of his testicles dizzied him as his
first orgasm made Charlie shriek "That's good Taylor that's soooooooood
gooood!!!"  "Pipe down or you'll get us busted" Taylor whispered harshly.
But Charlie hardly heard him as he absorbed himself in the most wonderful
experience of his young life.  Charlie was almost singing as his final
release passed through him although he sprayed no seed into Taylor's
pumping fist.  "Boy you really dug that Charlie" Taylor beamed as he
recalled the joys of his own first orgasms some five years ago. "Let's get
back before Jocko goes ape shit."  The boys then dried, quickly dressed and
returned to the table where they found Fred asleep.  "Wake up dip shit"
Taylor said as he tapped Fred's shoulder "our chariot awaits."

They boarded the van and continued for another hour into the deep secluded
forest area where the Camp was located.  As they drove up they fist came
upon a small village like compound.  "That's where the teachers and Admin
people live" Jocko said "and here's your new home" as the Van pulled up to
a tall metal fenced area with barbed wire on top.  At the gate they were
admitted and then drove a few hundred yards until they could see the
facilities of the confinement area. "That building is the Dorm where all of
you sleep and wash.  Over there is the Dining Hall and that's the Class
Room.  The Rec Center is over there, and that's the Maintenance Barn."  The
tour over, the van pulled up to the Dorm where a counselor stood to meet
them.  The boys climbed out and as Jocko pulled away, they met Art Burgess
who, after telling them his name, covered the basic ground rules: listen to
what they were told and then do it, study hard at school, work hard on
wilderness trips, no fighting or stealing, and DO NOT try to run away!
"You're 50 miles deep in the woods and no one's ever made it out without
getting caught and then those two dumb bastards got shipped to Juvenile
Central, where one kid got gang raped and the other one hung himself.  So
be cool so you don't get kicked out yourselves!"

Art led them into the Dorm and told them to drop their bags by the door and
follow him. The Dorm was deserted because all of the other kids were still
in school.  The Dorm was a big one room sleeping area with about 50 bunk
beds lined up in two rows against opposite windowed walls.  Art then took
them into the shower room which as in an enclosed area and the end of the
rows of bunks.  Inside they saw three piles of Camp issue clothing, work
coats and boots.  "OK...strip naked and put everything you're wearing in
one of these plastic bags.  Your shit will be cleaned and you get it back
when you leave.  The boys began to undress feeling Art's eyes move over
them as they removed the layers of their clothing.  Taylor stripped first
and stood in front of Art with his fat gut extended and his hairy cock and
balls hanging low beneath it.  Then Charlie showed his nudity to Art who
seemed to make mental notes as he scanned the form of the skinny
prepubescent boy before him.  Lastly Fred rose after bending down to remove
his underwear and was greeted with a look of confusion, not only on Art's
face, but also on the faces of Charlie and Taylor.

Fred had seen it all too often as Art looked at him obviously thinking "How
can a kid this big and old not have any dick hair?"  Art stood much closer
to Fred than he did the other two and looked down to strain to see some
growth.  All he could make out was the light dark fuzz of the hair tops
that had begun to sprout in replacement of the ones that had been ripped
from Fred.  "Now go in there and wash" Art commanded.  "We did" Charlie and
Taylor said almost in unison "just a few hours ago Taylor continued."  Art
walked up to Taylor and then crisply slapped him across the right cheek of
his face.  Shocked, Taylor swung his head sideways on impact and then
cradled his glowing cheek in the palm of his hand as he straightened back
up and fought back his tears.  "I told you Rule 1: do what you're told,
when you're fucking told to do it.  Now get in there and wash good.  That's
a special soap that will kill any crud on you so you don't give it to the
rest of us.  Make sure you use it everywhere even in your assholes.  I'll
be watching and you won't like the way I wash any part you miss!!"

After the boys had scrubbed thoroughly, they dressed and followed Art back
into the main area.  "Jones you take this bunk" Art said pointing "and
Carver and James...you take these two" which were next to each other across
the 20 foot isle from the row where Taylor had been assigned.  "Unpack your
shit into the foot locker under your bed and then just hang out until the
others get back from school. I'll introduce you then.  Don't leave!!"  Art
then left and after the door closed behind him Taylor said "What a fucking
asshole...and this place is a dump.  Oh, and Carver, what the fuck is up
with your dick?  Where's your fucking hair, man?"  Not wanting to go into
great detail Fred replied "It got shaved off...by the guy I put in the
hospital and two other shitheads whose ribs I broke. Just keep your eyes on
your own dick Jones or I'll be breaking that no fighting rule."  And the
two boys glared at each other before laying down on their bunks.  Taylor
would fight with anyone any time, but not today so he tried to break the
ice a little by asking "Why did those sick fucks want your pubes?"  "It's a
long story and I don't want to go into it...maybe another time OK?"  "Sure"
Taylor responded "we've got plenty of time."

About an hour later 30 boys between the ages of 10 and 15 streamed in and
went to stand at the foot of their beds as the new boys watched while lying
on theirs.  "You three get up" Art commanded.  "Stand next to your bed like
the others."  Then pointing to each of them Art said "This is Taylor Jones,
Charlie James and Fred Carver.  The rest of you do a roll call so the new
kids hear your names."  The boys replied in a well rehearsed fashion.  As
Fred studied these boys for the first time it occurred to him that all of
the older boys were in the row of bunks opposite his...the row where Taylor
had been assigned.  All of the kid's in Fred's row were young and squeaky
voiced.  Sure there were some 12 year old looking kids in the other row but
their voices had lost the little-boy pitch of Charlie and the others in
Fred's row.  The situation troubled Fred but he couldn't put his finger on
why. After roll call was completed Art said "now let's all get acquainted
another way...STRIP...you too new kids."  The others quickly began to
disrobe while, in their shock, Fred and the other two new kids lagged
behind. When they finally caught up and stood there naked with the rest Art
said "Now check each other out" and they all began turning their heads from
side to side as they complied with Art's command.

Fred then came to the shocking realization, that not only was he the oldest
kid in his row, but he was the most pubic hair developed too...and that
wasn't saying much.  It was also not a visual distinction that anyone in
Taylor's row could make from the distance they were apart.  Taylor's row on
the other hand was populated by kids of varying degrees of puberty.  From
hairy bastards like Taylor himself, to kids with just wisps of a few soft
hairs adorning the tops of their penises.  Fred would certainly have been
classified among the Haves, but for Jed Parker's stunt.  He also noted that
with only a few exceptions there were no boners in his row but a good third
of Taylor's row had raging hard ons, Taylor excluded.  "OK new kids listen
up.  In case you haven't figured it out, this row" as Art pointed to
Taylor's row " is the 'HAVES' and this row..."  now pointing to Fred's "is
the 'HAVE NOTS'.  The 'Haves' have dick hair, and 'Have nots' do not.  Here
are the other Camp rules: As separate groups a Have can do with another
Have whatever they want WITH PERMISSION from the other Have; and the same
applies between Have Nots.  Also Haves and Have Nots can do consensual
stuff between themselves.  But a Have Not must do WHATEVER a Have says in
one important area...SEX!!  Once a day any Have can select any ONE Have Not
and that one Have Not shall not refuse.  New kids, you are exempted from
this session but you are expect to be in all others...now watch."

One by one the Haves with erections walked over and selected a Have Not,
with several of the Haves pausing in front of Fred and/or Charlie and
looking at them lustfully before selecting someone.  Then they lowered
their selection's head onto their throbbing dicks.  Some got into 69
positions, and others reached into the foot lockers and removed tubes of
lubricant and after applying it to the intended orifice, began to butt fuck
their chosen boys.  Soon the room was filled with the sounds of grunting,
moaning and fucking as Fred, Taylor and a weeping Charlie watched in morbid
fascination.  Then, like a toppling row of dominos the sounds of orgasms
began to fill the room.  This caused one of the only slightly "haired"
Haves to get aroused.  The kid's name was Stevie and he walked over to a
fat blond Have Not named George.  Stevie bent George over the end of his
bed and lubed up his ass crack and then he violently thrust himself in as
George let out a shrill "OOOOWWWWW!!!"  After several thrusts Stevie pulled
out and without wiping off the fecal smears from his hard cock, he
presented it to George's face.  George recoiled and buried his face in his
pillow unwilling to do what Stevie wanted done.

"Art" Stevie shouted "George refused me!"  "OK George you know the
drill...center of the room...NOW!!" Art bellowed.  George rose from the bed
as tears ran down his eyes and waddled to the center of the room. The new
boys watched as a rope was lowered from a pulley that hung from the
ceiling.  Fat George was sobbing softly as his hands were tied and the rope
was raised to leave him dancing on this toes.  Then Art approached him and
inserted a wooden roll in his mouth and then took the leather ends that
were attached and tied it behind George's head.  Art opened a closet door
and removed the cruelest device Fred had ever seen.  It was a two foot
leather strap about 8 inches wide and a 1/4 inch thick with a rounded end
and perforation marks throughout it in parallel rows.  The strap was
attached to a wooden handle that Art grabbed tightly and then swung hard at
the exposed ass of the blubbery boy.  The WWOOOSSHHH and SSLLLLAAAAAAPPPP
sounds were deafening as the strap bounced of George leaving a bright red
welt with white holes in it from the perforation marks.
"EEEEEOOOOOWWWWEEEEEOOOOOO!!!!" George howled through the wooden gag as his
teeth clamed down into it as his flabby exterior bounced like Jell-O.  Art
strapped the boy a total of 10 times on his ass, back and lower thighs each
time with a mighty crack and a huge, largely unmuffled scream from the
victim.  During the beating, Stevie who was not allowed to select another
Have Not to satisfy him, sat on the end of George's bed masturbating until
about the 7th stroke when his head flew back and he released a small spray
as he loudly "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHed" at the arrival of his orgasm.  When he
was finished he walked over to Fred and showed him the smeared fluid in his
hand and said softly between George's shrieks and the crack of the strap
"This will be in your mouth tomorrow Fred...either that or I'll be beating
off while you get whipped!!"  Fred fired a stare at the little 12 year old
that would certainly have preceded the strike of his fist to the kids mouth
under any other circumstances.

The whipping completed, Art lower the rope and George crumpled to the
grounded crying hard as he rolled around on the floor trying to extinguish
the fire that raged trough his backside.  Fred looked at Taylor whose face
said "sorry, but you're fucked man!"  And then he looked at Charlie who lay
face down on his bed crying hard into his pillow.  Fred was thinking "What
kind of fucking place is this...how can they get away with this shit...I
can't wait to blow the whistle on this shit hole, and certainly before that
little punk tries to stick his shit covered cock in my mouth."  Then Fred
looked over at the fallen George and saw that Art was sucking away hard at
George's little bald penis, which soon became erect and his cries slowed
and then turned to moans of pleasure before his hips began to thrust as Art
also massaged his small scrotum. Through the unremoved gag in his mouth,
the room was soon filled with George's announcement of his climax
"Oooooohhhhh, Aaaahhhhh, Uuuuuunnnnnnnaaaahhhh" and then
"UUUUGGGGRRRRRRTTT, AARRUUPPPMMMMFFFFF, AAAAHHHHOOOOOOOO!!!" as a powerful
dry orgasm crashed through the red assed boy.  Art untied and ungagged the
boy who rolled to his fat stomach and laid there breathing hard as his hot
red beaten exterior cooled in the open air.

"It's a small consolation for receiving 10 of the best" Art announced to
the new boys "but at least it's something, although I would not recommend
that you try it.  Just obey the rules and I won't have to use this on you
ass!" he said dangling the strap before him......