Date: Sat, 10 Aug 2002 18:13:47 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy Ch-9

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY -- CHAPTER 9
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As Fred and Tim walked back home through the cold Vermont night air their
thoughts were fixed the recent events at Dr. Carl's office, but they did
not speak aloud about them.  Fred was thinking that his treatments were
coming at a high price (his ass getting beat, sucking Dr. Carl off and, of
course, that Tim was now involved).  Fred was uneasy about Tim's part in
all of this and he was envious that Tim's pubertal development was so far
ahead of his own.  When Dr. Carl said that he might get Tim involved from a
"clinical" standpoint, Fred had to restrain his instinct to shout "No"
because he felt that this was HIS situation not Tim's.  At the same time he
was willing to defer to Dr. Carl's judgment.  But Tim could become the King
of Puberty, while Fred was relegated to being a court jester, and a
hairless mini-dicked one at that.

When they arrived home their parents were there to greet them, Fred's
father was full of curiosity as to how his injured son felt.  Fred twitched
in the sling that held his left arm and told his father that he felt fine
and was certain he' be OK in a week or so.  After dinner the boys watched
TV with their parents until 10 pm then retired to bed.  As Fred was
undressing, Tim observed quietly "Hey Fred, where Dr. Carl spanked you is
almost not red any more."  Fred looked in the mirror and the angry red
welts that the beating with the stick had left, but he was hard pressed to
find any indication of the beating he had received just hours before.

"Yeah" Fred replied to Tim "Doc was right about that whip he made...damn
though if it didn't hurt like Hell!"  "Do you think he'll use it on me if
he gives me some 'treatments'?"  Tim asked.  "Probably" Fred replied, in
part hoping that Tim might not want to accept the doctor's invitation. Fred
noticed that the front of Tim's jeans were starting to bulge and replied
"Look Tim, we can't touch ourselves until the next treatment, so relax."
"I know Fred, but the though of getting spanked just gets me hard."  "It
shouldn't Tim...I mean it hurts like Hell and if it wasn't going to put
hair on me I wouldn't let that fucker touch me!"

"Fred" Tim inquired "Dr. Carl said we couldn't beat off or anything, but he
didn't say we couldn't do other things.  I mean if he's going to let me
join in I don't want to cry like a baby if he whips me too.  You took it
pretty good but then you've had some recent practice.  So how about we turn
the stereo up a little and you give me a few practice spanks?"  Fred's
immediate reaction was to tell his little brother to fuck off, but when he
thought of the events of the night before and that Tim had essentially
gotten a free ride, he began to seriously consider Tim's request.  Since
Tim didn't have to bare himself in front of anyone, Fred figured why not,
and besides, it just might scare Tim off if he gets a good ass whipping.

Fred concluded that this would indeed be a good test of whether young Tim
should participate in the 'treatments' but Fred wanted to make sure the
test was a good one.  "OK Tim, I see your point.  Lock the door and lay
down on my bed."  Tim did as he was told and Fred removed the terri cloth
wrap from this bathroom robe.  He then looped it through the headboard of
his bed and tied Tim's wrists to each end.  Next he removed some clean
white socks from the drawer and, after balling them up, he stuck them
tightly in Tim's mouth.  Then he went to his desk drawer and retrieved the
18 inch metal ruler with the cork undersiding.  This will leave an
impression he thought as he approached Tim who was beginning to have second
thoughts.  Fred grabbed a long tube sock and stretched it full length as he
tied it across Tim's sock stuffed mouth. Tim tried to let out a muffled
"No...I changed my mind...don't do this" but it was unintelligible and Fred
would have ignored it anyway.  Then Fred turned up the stereo volume to a
point where the sounds of the beating he was about to administer would not
be heard, and yet it would not disturb his parents as they watched TV down
stairs.

Tim began to kick in protest as Fred unfastened his belt and pulled down
his jeans exposing his bulbous white ass cheeks.  He sat across the back of
Tim's knees and positioned himself to deliver the blows of the ruler with
maximum leverage.  Fred raises the whippy ruler and delivered the first
blow squarely across both of Tim's butt cheeks. CRRRAAACCCKKK, then a
second CRRRAAACCCKKK, and a third CRRRAAACCCKKK then a fourth and Tim began
to buck as hard as he could, but there was no moving Fred. CRRRAAACCCKKK,
CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK!!!  Fred repositioned himself
as he heard Tim's muffled shrieks and felt him struggle against the ties
that bound him.  Fred continued to strike Tim in every place that had not
already become a raised welt and then he began to hit the lower part of the
back of Tim's thighs. CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK, CRRRAAACCCKKK!!!  Now
there was no part of Tim's posterior that was unaffected.  "Well Tim" Fred
growled with fatigue "if you want to play the game, here's the price of
admission."  Fred then delivered five more blows to the center of Tim's
bottom with more force than before, each of which caused Tim back to arch
and the last of which caused him to loose control of his sphincter.

A loose wh stool shot out of Tim and leaked to the sides and down the backs
of his legs.  "Shit" Fred thought not intending to be humorous. He quickly
grabbed the towel from the back of his chair from last night's bath and
captured as much of the foul matter as he could.  Then he used Kleenex from
the box on his bed stand to clean the writhing young's ass that had just
been freshly whipped.  By the time Fred was done cleaning his little
brother, Tim's sobs had ended and Fred could hear the muffled derisive
remarks being sent his way.  "You fucking bastard!!  Fuck you you fucking
fuck!!"  "Tim", Fred warned "you asked for it and you got it.  I didn't
want you to shit yourself but now you know how bad it feels.  Now shut up
and I'll untie you...got it??"  Tim nodded his agreement and as Fred
released him Tim whirled around into a curled position and began to quickly
rub the reddened exterior of his now swollen backside.  "God Fred, you
didn't have to go that far...you hit me forever you fuck!"  "Quiet Tim...It
was no more than I got hit over the last two days."  "No Fred you're pissed
about something and I think it's because Dr. Carl wants to have me get
treated too and that I got "whities" and make that pre-stuff while you
still don't have shit!"  The look Fred fired back at Tim silenced him
immediately and removed any guilt that Fred may have harbored about the
severity of the beating he had just administered.

"Pull up you pants, grab that shitty towel and get the fuck out of my
room!" Fred snapped.  Tim did as he was told and as he was shutting the
door behind him he saw Fred wipe a tear fom his eye.  Knowing that this
intended comment had hit its mark, Tim responded "Sorry Bro, it's just that
you hurt me and I wanted you to hurt back."  "Bull shit Tim" Fred countered
"you wanted to get spanked and you got it...you can't hold your shit so
maybe you'd best not come to the Doc's again.  Either way, you ever talk to
me like that again and I'll rip every piece of fuzz off you're fucking
dick...NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!!"  "Quiet down up there boys" Fred's father
warned as Tim left the room and headed for the bathroom to flush the soiled
tissues and rise out the stained towel.

Meanwhile, Dr. Carl had long since returned to his home with the video of
the boys in tow.  He was just settling down on the couch to watch the tape
and think of his yoounger days with Tommy, naked, towel in hand and with a
bottle of baby oil near by...when suddenly the phone rang.