Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2002 13:46:58 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Chapter--23

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 23

As with all other chapters of this story:  (c) all rights reserved .  For
adult reading only!!!

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On Saturdays, the boys at the camp were given an extra hour to sleep, so
Art did not enter the Dorm to wake them until 7:30 that morning.  "Rise and
shine Gentlemen!!"  Art bellowed as he came through the front door and the
cool wind of the morning rushed through the room helping to vent out the
smell of sleeping boys and some invariable flatulence.  The boys began to
stir and head to the showers.  They had a 1/2 hour to wash and dress for
breakfast.  The parade of youngsters was punctuated with several morning
hard ons that tented their sleeping shorts.  Fred and Andy were among the
last to rise, their interrupted sleep and early morning hijinks having left
them very drowsy as the tried to shake off the cobwebs and find their feet.

As they sleepily entered the shower area together, Fred and Andy smiled
slyly at each other but did not speak as they grabbed towels, hung their
tee shirts and shorts on hooks and stood naked in line with the others
waiting for one of the 10 nozzles in the large common area shower stall to
become available.  Fred looked down at Andy in the bright light of the
shower room and saw, close up, the light dusting of brown hairs that he had
nestled his face in only a few hours before.  Andy also checked out Fred
more closely noting that with a strained stare, he could see the slight
darkening like rows where 20 or so hair tops were trying to emerge.

As the boys ahead of them streamed out naked and wet, Fred observed that
many of them had the "bangs" that his growth had shown when wet...before
Jed pulled his stunt on him.  Others...at least 10, including Taylor and
Charlie's assailant Devon, had full on crops. Of course, there were also
the 12 or so other Have Nots who, like Fred either had a budding growth too
modest to be seen without extremely close examination, or who had only a
flat smattering of "whities", or who were bald as cue balls. As Charlie
limped out of the shower, still smarting from the ass stabbing Devon had
given him, he looked sadly into Fred's eyes...like he was about to cry.
Fred gave him a wink of encouragement and patted him on the shoulder as he
passed by.  Fred also noted that Charlie clearly fell into the "cue ball"
category and without "treatments" he'd wind up on the Have Nots side of the
Dorm during his entire stay at the Camp...then again, this place was all
about "treatments" and Fred figured that Devon had given him his first anal
dose.

Then Taylor walked by and smiled with his large belly hanging down on top
of his well proportioned penis and balls.  Unlike Paul back home, there was
no missing the mass of dark pubic hair that sprung out from the top of his
dick like an overgrown bush.  As Fred entered and stood under the hot water
of an available stall, he saw that he was next to little George who had his
forehead pressed against the tiled wall of the shower as the hot water
streamed down his pudgy body.  The red welts with the white circles
throughout them were still a prominent reminder of the punishment Art had
administer with the large perforated strap because of George's "refusal" to
obey Stevie's foul command.  George finally pushed away from the wall and
walked stiffly from the shower room still feeling his obvious backside
discomfort.

When they were all dressed and ready for breakfast, Art said "OK let's
go...new boys...congratulations, you're on 'shit house detail'.  As most of
the other boys laughed and applauded, Art instructed Fred, Taylor and
Charlie to grab the mops and brushes in the shower room closet, and to then
"step on it" as they mopped the floor and cleaned out the 10 sinks, urinals
and toilet stalls. They were told to hurry to breakfast after they
finished, because the morning hike would start promptly at 9:00am, whether
they had finished eating or not.  While the detail to which they were
assigned was nothing to be happy about, Fred welcomed the opportunity to
speak alone to Taylor and Charlie about his plan to get control over their
dreadful situation, and to share the information that Andy had given him
earlier.

"This is going to be the second time I've cleaned up shit in here" Taylor
said smiling at Charlie in reference to having cleaned up the mess he made
after his bout with Devon last night.  "Yeah, thanks again" Charlie said
earnestly. The boys started by grabbing the long handled toilet brushes and
squirt bottles of disinfectant, as they headed toward the stalls.  "Oh
fuck!" Taylor shouted "I've got a live one in here!" referring to the large
turd that floated in front of him as he flushed away the disgusting remnant
of some rude user.  The boys all laughed and then Fred spoke.  "Hey guys,
last night I couldn't sleep and while I sat outside a cool kid named Andy,
one of the Haves, came out and gave me the lowdown on this place."  Fred
then shared Andy's story, omitting any reference to the sexual release that
they later shared.  He took particular care to explain the "Sadie Hawkins
Day" process that would be in effect tomorrow, and that it was CENTRAL to
the plan he was hatching.  Fred's concept was to get the right-minded Haves
and the oppressed Have Nots organized so they could deal with the fuckheads
like Devon and Stevie.  "Good" Charlie sighed "if we don't do something I'm
gonna go nuts in this place."  Fred told them about Andy's offer to help
Taylor run interference for them, which was a start.  But Fred said he had
bigger plans, so their job was to meet as many of the kids as they could
today and figure out who were assholes and who might become allies.

"Taylor, I'll introduce you to Andy and then you two work the Haves while
Charlie and I work the Have Nots...I figure that George kid will join us if
he's not too scared.  But from what I've seen, some of the Have Nots like
things the way they are, so we need to be careful who we try to enlist.
Feel them out and if you think there's any question, let them go.  We need
to move quick...we only have today to pull it off, otherwise we'll have to
wait until next week."

"No fuckin' way I'm going through a whole week of this shit." Charlie said
"We'll get it done!"  Fred agreed and said that they and Andy would meet
after lunch to see where things stood, so they should mingle hard during
the hike and at he lunch tables.  "We need to spread out...there's like 30
kids to talk to, excluding the obvious asshole Haves and the go-along Have
Nots.  My guess is that Art will put a stop to us if we're discovered
before we put things into place."  Fred had no way of knowing how accurate
his guess was.  The effect of what Fred had in mind was clearly contrary to
the free-for-all orgies that were being taped, edited and sold by Art to
porn distributors, whose willingness to pay top dollar for such excellent
product was making Art and the Warden rich!!!  When Taylor asked exactly
what Fred had in mind, Fred replied that he was still working on it and
they'd talk at length after lunch.  The boys then mopped the floor and
rushed to the Dining Hall.

When they entered they found that all of the other boys were in mid-meal
and, looking at the clock they had about 20 minutes before the hike was to
begin.  They walked up to the serving counter and quickly filled their
plates, then Fred led them to a back table where, luckily, only Andy sat
alone.  Fred introduced them to each other and then told Andy about the
recruiting mission they were about to undertake.  Andy said he would work
with Taylor and he knew, absolutely, 8 or more Haves that they needed to
keep away from.  He also rattled off the names of 5 Have Nots who had
"protected" relationships and he confirmed Fred's hunch that George would
join them and help navigate their efforts with the other hairless boys.
They finished their meal and rose when Art commanded that they assemble
outside.

The hike was an unorganized 5 mile march across a path through the forest
area outside of the Camp.  Art led the hike and the boys were free to walk
with whom they chose as long as they kept up.  The object of the exercise
was to have the boys expend energy, no instructional wilderness or forestry
information being provided.  It was a perfect opportunity for Fred and his
gang to accomplish their task.  Fred and Charlie quickly enlisted the
willing George whose recent beating was causing him trouble in keeping up
with the pace Art had set. So, as he lagged back at the end of the line,
their conversation remained totally private.  He pointed out other boys
they should approach and, as they did, they would slow their pace to get
the potential recruit to the privacy of the line's end.  Andy and Taylor
followed the same process as Andy systematically introduced Taylor to his
fellow Haves.  By the time the boys returned to the Camp they had fully
canvassed their intended target groups, so there was no need of continuing
their efforts during lunch.  Instead, the five of them: Fred, Taylor,
Charlie, Andy and George, met in private to compile their lists during the
90 minutes of "free time" before lunch.

Fred produced a sheet of paper and a pen and made 6 headings under which he
then filled in the appropriate names that the boys had compiled, along with
a description of the state of their pubic development and size:

Good HNs Bad HNs ? HNs Good Hs Bad Hs ? Hs Fred(scalped/big)
Josh(whities/fat) None Andy(light/medium) Devon(hairy/big)
Steph(light/medium)

Charlie(bald/fat) Bobby(bald/skinny) Taylor(hairy/fat) Stevie(light/skinny)
Marty(hairy/big)

George(whities/fat) Bert(whities/medium) Chuck(light/big) Rob(light/big)
Jens(light/big)

Oscar(bald/small) Everett(whities/medium) Albert(light/small)
Sam(hairy/big) Hal(light/medium)

Milt(whities/small) Karl(whities/fat) Quentin(light/big) Mike(hairy/big)

Zack(whities/fat) Larry(whities/medium) Bart(light/big) Don(hairy/medium)

Hank(whities/medium) Alan(hairy/fat)

Dick (whities/medium)


They studied the list noting that the combined "Good Haves and Have Nots"
were the approximate physical equals of the "Bad Haves and Have Nots".
Only the "Questionable Haves" could swing the balance of power.  Andy said
if it came down to it he'd say, worst case 3 to 1 in favor of the Bad
Haves, but they'd get Big Marty, and that Steph and Hal were wimps
anyway. "Chances are a 2/2 split or none of them would take either side."
Then Andy laid out some scheduling issues they should be aware of.  "Like
you saw yesterday, the Have/Have Nots orgies happen on a school day after
class lets out during the first hour of break before dinner, and the second
orgy happens at lights out.  On weekends, the first one will an hour after
lunch and the second one at lights out.  Fred said there'd be no way to get
organized by the first session, so they'd have to cover for themselves.
"If we can do that" Fred said "we're safe during the night session because
of the 'Only Once a Day Rule'.  We'll be exempt during the evening session
and free to carefully watch and evaluate any of the question mark kids who
skip the afternoon session but make a move at night."

Charlie did some quick math and his eyes teared up as he said," that only
leaves two of you to cover three of us...one of us is exposed."  "Well"
Taylor said "that little fuck Stevie is going to come after Fred and if we
don't head him off, then Fred either sucks his shit covered cock or takes
the strap.  So I say he definitely gets covered.  You two decide who's on
their own."  Fred then further demonstrated his leadership qualities by
declining Taylor's suggestion that he get automatic protection by saying
the three of them would draw straws for who was left unprotected.  Then
George showed his loyalty and compassion to his new friends by saying "No,
I'll be the one.  I've been through it all and chances are they'll leave me
alone because I got whipped yesterday, or one of the 'good guys' will
choose me."  Fred said that was the answer...the strongest candidate from
the "Good Haves" list needed to be approached and enlisted to protect
George during the afternoon session, because if he only got skipped, he'd
still be eligible for someone to make a move on him at night.  "It's gotta
be Bart" Andy said "I know he's in, he hates those other fucks...I'll set
it up for you George."  Then Fred warned "Look we've got to try our best to
make it happen, but we can't tip our hand...it can't look orchestrated so
during line up be ready to move fast but no running or anything like that.
If someone beats you to us, then were on our own...we've got bigger fish to
fry!"  The boys agreed and then just before they joined the general
population who were involved in recreation activities, Fred laid out the
full details of his plan.......
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When Fred and his boys arrived at the athletics field, they saw that a flag
football game was underway with Art officiating.  It was 5 on 5 with one
team comprised of 5 of the 8 Bad Haves, with the other 3 wearing flag belts
standing on the Haves sideline. The other 5 were comprised of 4 of the
toughest of the Good Have Nots along with Big Bart from the Good
Haves. Fred also spotted asshole Stevie who stood there cheering but not
wearing a flag belt because he was obviously just a little pussy.  Andy
said that Art systematically let the assholes gang up on the little guys in
football, basketball and softball, and that he and Bart always tried to
help them.  After watching a few series, Fred saw what a mismatch it was.
Devon QBed the Haves and was pretty good, at least given the modest
competition he faced.  They scored at will and consistently shut down the
smaller competition when they were on offense.  There was also no shortage
of cheap shot elbows being thrown by the Haves and Art never called a
penalty on them.  When Bart retaliated once, Art was quick to whistle a
penalty though.  Fred thought this would be a golden opportunity for the
initial launch of his plan...to get political capital established for
himself and the others.

"Listen guys, I've got an idea" Fred said "I'm not trying to brag or
anything, but I'm a pretty good QB and I gotta think you can block like a
mother fucker Taylor."  Taylor replied that he could kick some ass and Andy
said he was a good receiver.  "They have 3 guys on the sideline so how
about if the 3 of us join the little guys and light it up a little?"  The
other boys smiles signaled their approval and they went to the Have Not
sideline where Fred yelled to Art "Is it OK if we join them" pointing to
the smaller team "looks like the other team has 3 guys waiting to come in."
"Sure Carver" Art answered, glad to see new meat enter the carnage "grab
some belts...we'll take a 10 minute break so you guys can warm up."

The 3 new players put on their flag belts and joined their team mates.
Andy handled the introductions to those who had not yet met, and Fred shook
Big Bart's hand firmly as he looked into his eyes with extreme confidence
before saying "Look guys, these shit bags are beating the Hell out of you.
I play High School football so would you guys mind if I captain our
efforts?"  "Fuck no" Bart said "if you can help us take it to these
jackasses I'm all for it."  And to a man, the others nodded their
agreement.  "OK" Fred said "we've got the ball with 2nd down and 8 to go,
so I'll play quarterback...Bart you play left guard and protect my blind
side and Taylor you play center...can you snap 'shotgun'? "  Taylor nodded
his agreement as Fred continued "Zack, you're a big kid (fat was more like
it but Zack was tough and had a temper) you play right guard.  That leaves
Andy, Hank and Dick to play receiver...it looked to me like you've got some
speed, but can you catch" Fred asked directing his question at the medium
built Dick and Hank.  They nodded that they could, then Fred said "Here's
the drill, I'm going to pass on every down or I'll run out of the pocket.
Bart, Taylor and Zack, you level anyone who rushes me. Milt you play
halfback and get in the way of any one who slips through."  Fred then
picked up the ball and tossed it around with his receivers until his arm
was loose.  Then Art blew the whistle to restart the game.

In the huddle Fred told Andy to run a fly pattern while the other two ran a
crossing route. Fred figured it would tangle up their secondary leaving
Andy open long.  "Just give me time boys and I'll pick 'em apart.  Well go
on the first count every time...I'll just call 'HIKE!' "  The boys were
grinning widely as Fred yelled "Ready, Break!"  As Fred stood 5 yards
behind Taylor waiting the long snap, he winked at Andy who understood its
meaning.  When Fred cried "Hike" and Taylor snapped the ball back perfectly
to where Fred stood and then he leveled the kid in front of him, Bart laid
his guy out too and as Zack struggled with his taller opponent, Milt rushed
up to help neutralize his rush on Fred, who stood poised watching the
crossing pattern freeze the Haves secondary just long enough for Andy to
fly by.  "Kids got some wheels" Fred observed as he saw Andy break free
deep behind the defenders, as Fred launched a perfect tight high spiral
that sailed into Andy's waiting hands for a 50 yard touchdown.  "YEAH, YEAH
YEAH!!!!!" Fred's team screamed as they mobbed him in congratulations and
then extended similar greetings to the panting Andy when he returned to
them.

The Haves team stood looking at each other is silent shock as Art thought
to himself "That kid's got a cannon for an arm!"  The boys who were not
playing swarmed to the sidelines to watch what now promised to be a
competitive game.  "Lucky fucking play Carver" Devon yelled "Let's see what
you can do on defense!!"  Fred positioned the 3 big kids to rush, putting
the 3 medium guys in the middle while he and Andy played deep. Devon then
dropped back to pass as Fred picked up a speedy receiver and was well
positioned to break up any pass that came his way.  But Bart got to Devon
as he released the ball and Fred hit the brakes and raced back to the high
pass that was falling short.  Fred caught it just before it hit the ground
and then weaved his way through the converging Haves.  With only Devon to
beat he went right at him and when Devon raised a cheap shot elbow, Fred
ducked beneath it slamming his shoulder into Devon's ribs, which sent Devon
sprawling to the ground as Fred wheeled around, keeping his balance and
waltzed into the end zone for another score.  Art blew his whistle and
yelled "Incomplete pass...ball hit the ground!"  "Bull fucking shit!"
Taylor fired back at the obvious injustice of the call.  "No arguing Jones,
get your fat ass back on your side of the ball."

"Listen guys" Fred announced "it's going to be that way all game, but we'll
just keep scoring and shutting them down.  Then we'll know and those
dickheads will know who really won, regardless of the shit officiating."
Their spirits renewed, they did just that with the fierce front line rush
of Bart, Taylor and Zack harassing Devon for the rest of the game while
Andy and Fred took away all of the deep routes, and Milt, Dick and Hank did
a good job of shutting down the middle.  On offense they scored 5 more
times, 4 long passes: 2 to Andy and one to each of Hank and Dick. The 5th
TD Fred ran in from 20 yards out after he alluded one of the few rushers
who got through to him and then scampered through the defense with no one
coming close to his flags.  All of the TDs were called back by Art for
assorted imagined penalties: off sides, holding, offensive pass
interference.... The boys on the sidelines cheered their scores and booed
loudly at Art's bogus calls.

 Fred's team kept their cool, and they played on until Art whistled the
games end.  Then Art said they had 10 minutes to cool down before lunch,
then they had 1 hour of free time before they were to return to the Dorm
for their afternoon rest hour a/k/a "fuck session"!!!  As Fred passed by,
Art said insincerely "Good game Carver...better luck next time."  Fred just
said a simple "thanks" and smiled at him as Art turned away.  During the
cool down break Andy fully recruited Bart to cover George that afternoon as
Fred carefully watched the steaming mad Devon, Stevie and their defeated
minions. They were arguing and pointing at each other and, then, their
pointing was directed to where Fred, Charlie and George. Fred walked over
to Taylor, Andy and Bart and said "They're planning to make a run at us so
be ready, but remember, not too obvious!"  Then as they walked toward the
Dining Hall for lunch, the boys who had been spectating patted them all on
the back and congratulated them on their gallant effort.  "It's starting to
work" Fred thought to himself "now all I need is time to get them
organized."

 One hour after lunch Art's whistle blew and the boys walked into the Dorm
and assumed their positions beside their respective bunks in a Haves/Have
Nots face off.  "OK Strip!" Art commanded as he entered the room and locked
the door behind him.  Soon they all stood buck naked across form each other
as Art looked down the aisle and surveyed who was hard and who was not.
The only boners he saw were on the boys who, unbeknownst to Art, were on
Fred's secret "Bad" list of Haves and Have Nots.  Devon and Stevie looked
particularly hard and anxious and Art figured he'd be doing some great film
editing of their antics with the unfortunate Have Nots that they selected.

"Go!" Art yelled and a group of Haves headed across the aisle.  Devon was
headed toward Charlie but Andy casually cut him off and got to Charlie
first at about the same time as Taylor nudged ahead of a surprised Stevie
who had targeted Fred. Bart got to George without issue, as the other 4
boys who decided to participate that afternoon paired off and began to
engage in non-abusive mutual sex.  Stevie and Devon stood there furious and
erect as they had no desire to choose anyone else. "Fuck!" Devon yelled as
he walked back to his bunk, his hard on melting as he went.  Stevie on the
other hand headed towards Art who sat in a chair at the head of the aisle
taking in the action and making mental notes as to how he would edit the
film that night.  The rules were that a Have had to "get off" with a Have
Not in order for that Have Not to ineligible for another Have to choose
either during the remainder of a given day.  So if a Have started an
afternoon session with a Have Not but didn't cum, another Have could choose
him then or during the evening session.  That way, no Have could just "nice
guy" a Have Not by picking him and then just sitting around and talking
until a session ended.

Therefore, because of the rules, the boys needed to get it on even though
they really didn't care to...at least not at the moment the session began
and they completed their successful selection process.  So, they casually
cross handed each other, and slowly stroked the other's limp dick to an
erection.  Bart and George had been willing partners before and soon they
were sucking each other in an accustomed fashion, as George bobbed on
Bart's short fat penis with modest growth, and Bart mouthed the entirety of
George's small unit with its flat white hair adornment. Charlie was getting
off on Andy's soft strokes and Andy was enjoying the reciprocity he was
getting from Charlie's soft hand.  Meanwhile Taylor and Fred stroked each
other until their eyes met in a knowing stare and they laid down to take
the other into their mouths Not wanting to be left out off the consensus
position, Charlie and Andy soon followed suit.  Bart's orgasm approached
him suddenly and he shuddered and reveled in silence at the joy of it.  In
four spasmic shots he unloaded an ample amount of juice, given his modest
growth, all of which fell into George's mouth.  George was not a willing
swallower and he let the salty goo flow out of the sides of his mouth with
his large volume of spit as his hips began to thrust at Bart's mouth and
his dry orgasm forced a loud "UUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAHHH" from his mouth as his
nuts rose and fell without discharge.

Charlie's uncontrollable "OOHHHing and AAAHHHing" at Andy's powerful
sucking got Andy very excited as the hairless boy's hard dick twitched and
pulsed in his mouth.  Andy, too, came silently with only a soft post-orgasm
moan as he jetted three hard streams into Charlie's mouth, which were
promptly swallowed as Charlie continued to suck and then was overcome by
the electric shocks that shot through his silken loins.  "Oooooooo
Aaaaahhhhh fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkk" he gasped as his scrotum drew tight and
he spasmed in dryness.  Then, just as Fred and Taylor were getting close,
being cheered on as it were, by the sounds of pleasure and release that
surrounded them, Taylor felt a firm tap on the back of his shoulder.  "Get
off him Jones" Art's voice commanded as Taylor turned around to face him.
"Why?" Taylor asked in total confusion.  "Because you pushed Stevie away to
get to Carver and that's not allowed" Art replied.  "So you 'fix' this
stuff just like you do football games, huh Art" Taylor sneered.  "Shut up
and get back to your bunk or I'll have you on the rope for 10 with the
strap!" Art fired back.  Fred looked at Taylor with a hopeless expression
and said "go ahead Taylor...there's no winning scenario here."  Taylor
reluctantly rose and walked back to his bed with his unsatisfied erection
pointing the way.  As Fred contemplated the potential events that would
follow, his own erection quickly passed and he sat there limp at the head
of his bed as a hard Stevie took Taylor's place and Art returned to his
seat 10 beds down at the head of the aisle.

"Well Carver you're either going to gag on your shit while you suck it off
my dick, or I'm going to jerk off in front of you while you take the
strap!"  Not wanting either of the alternatives Stevie had proposed, Fred
tried to find a compromise solution.  "Look Stevie, why don't you just let
me suck you and then you can fuck me, but let's skip the gross stuff OK?"
"No fucking way, but you go ahead and start sucking me first" as Stevie
then motioned for Fred to get up so he could take his place at the head of
the bed.  At first Fred thought maybe he could get Stevie off quickly, but
he soon abandoned that hope.  Then he thought of another plan. As he began
to position himself to start blowing Stevie, he quickly grabbed a pillow
and slammed it against the small boy's face and then forced him down flat
on his back on the bed.  As Stevie frantically tried to pull the pillow
away Fred easily captured his weak arms and pinned them against Stevie's
chest as he rolled his hip and side across them trapping them securely.
With one hand he lowered the pillow until Stevie's nose was free to breath
as he held the pillow hard across his mouth.  Then with his free hand he
began to violently jerk him off.  Fred planned to get him to shoot, then
he'd take his chances that Stevie's subsequent protests would appear as a
transparent attempt to get Fred whipped after Fred had complied with the
rules of the game.

Things were going well as Art's view of Fred's bed was obscured by the
others and the bouncing of Stevie's efforts to free himself blended in with
the squeaking springs of the activity in the surrounding beds.  Taylor and
Andy saw exactly what Fred was up to, and the other on lookers were either
newly won over fans of Fred, or were too intimidated by the silencing scowl
on Taylor's face as he made eye contact with any one who might try to blow
the whistle. As Fred stared at Stevie's hard little dick and continued to
pump it quickly, he was unaware that Stevie was gradually succeeding in
getting his face to turn under the pressure of the pillow. Suddenly a loud
"AAARRRTTTTTTT HHHEEEELLLLLPPPPP!!!!"  sounded through he room and a
disheartened Fred let go of the struggling boy, knowing that the jig was
up. "What the fuck's going on here!"  Art shouted as he arrived at Fred's
bed and a panting Stevie detailed Fred's attempt.  "That's a REFUSAL
Carver, get your ass to the center of the room!"

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Crestfallen, Fred slowly walked toward the rope that Art was lowering form
the ceiling pulley.  As he passed by Taylor and Andy, they lowered their
heads sadly, unwilling to look him in the eyes as he headed toward his
appointment with the strap.  Then he heard sobbing and turned toward the
sound and saw the tear streaked face of Bart who was crying at the fate of
his new friend.  Art bound his hands and then raised him with his back
toward the on looking boys.  Soon Fred was in the same tip toe position
that George had occupied the night before, as his mind raced.  "If I cry
like a baby I'll lose all of the support I've gained from these kids...I
have to find a way not to cry."  Then he recalled Andy's story about the
tough kid Phil who made it through 5 without bawling...he only grunted and
yelled out at each stroke, but he didn't cry until the 6th stroke had
broken him.  As he watched Art remove the strap from the closet, he
suppressed his fear and grimly resolved that he'd make it to the 7th stroke
before crying.  "I'll set the record and that will keep my plan on pace" he
told himself "just hold on Fred...for Christ's sake hold on!!"

Art then turned him so that Fred now faced his audience and then he
inserted the wooden gag in Fred's mouth.  Fred winced in pain when Art tied
it tightly in place and its edges pinched the skin at the corners of this
mouth.  He hung there with his extended hairless front on full
display...this large boy with his limp genitals dangling and not a visible
hair on him.  As he prepared for the first lash, he prayed that the harsh
whippings that he had learned to endure from Dr.Carl without crying, would
allow him to silently suffer the first 6 strokes of the monstrous strap.
Then just before the first strike was to come, he watched as Stevie sat on
the floor 5 feet in front of him luridly grinning as he began to slowly
stroke the hard small lightly haired dick he held in his fist. That sight
redoubled Fred's conviction as he heard the first WOOOHSH of the strap and
then felt its biting sting.  It covered a huge mass of skin across the
center of his buttocks and swung him forward into the room as his back
arched, his teeth clamped down into the wooden gag and his eyes shut
tight. As he swung back into place his face had become beet red and the
veins on his neck were bulging.  He had no worry of screaming or crying
because the unimaginable pain that seared through him had taken his breath
away.

WWWOOOOOOSSSHHH....SSSMMMAAAAAACCCKKK!!
WWWOOOOOOSSSHHH....SSSMMMAAAAAACCCKKK!!  Came the next to 2 blows as Fred
deeply sucked in fresh air and was now well equipped to shriek.  He held
back with all his might as Art let him dangle there for a few seconds and
Fred violently gasped for air and sucked back the screams that were dying
to erupt from his mouth.  Art, of course, was well aware of the "Phil
Record" as he had often heard the boys talk of it admiringly.  "No record
for you kid" Art thought as he begrudgingly gave Fred credit for staying
quiet for the first 3 welts that now rose angrily from the bright red flesh
of his bulbous ass.  Art cranked back as far as he could and swung with all
his might as the 4th lash struck Fred square across his back
WWWWOOOOOOSSSHHH.......SSSMMMMMAAAAAACCCKKK!!!! and it caused small bloody
bubbles to form at the edges of the perforation marks that the strap had
branded on him.  Fred heard a loud "AAAHHHHHHH!" pass through his mouth but
he choked back any further sound as he swayed back into position for the
next shot.

"Stop it you sick fuck!!"  Fred heard Taylor scream from down the aisle.
"Shut your fat hole or I'll have you up here next!" Art shouted back as he
breathed heavily from the exertion of the beating he was administering.
Through his teary eyes Fred found Taylor's face in the crowd and shook his
head slowly to signal Taylor to remain silent.
WWWWOOOOOOSSSHHH....SSSMMMMMAAAAAACCCKKK!!!! and the 5th blow caught Fred
by surprise as it landed with incredible force across the back of his upper
thighs "OOOOOOHHHHH!" Fred groaned and then contained himself as he knew
that the record was only one lash away.  "Cry now Carver and I'll stop" Art
offered trying again to cheat him out of victory.  "Fffuucckk yyyooouuu!!"
Fred gargled through the gag.  "Have it your way then" Art said as he raise
the strap for a strike that he was sure would break Fred down.  Instead of
coming at his target sideways, Art raised the strap high above his shoulder
and then stepped towards Fred strongly as he flailed at his back
WWWOOOOOOSSSHHH....SSSMMMAAAAAACCCKKK!!  as the blow landed the full length
of the strap diagonally across him leaving a bright red welt that extended
from the top of Fred's right shoulder to the top of his left butt cheek
"UUUNNNNAAAHHH" Fred groaned as he swayed forward and back, long since
having lost the strength to arch in response to the fiery lashes.  He
forced all of his will power to restrain any further cry and when he
breathed a few sweet breaths of air he knew the record was his and he need
fight no more as the last four stroked found their mark.

 A sense of calm overtook him as he heard Art's labored breathing as Art
rubbed at his rapidly tiring arm.  Then he slowly opened his teary eyes and
surveyed the faces of the boys who watched his ordeal.  Looks of admiration
and wonder greeted him from all but a few, those few being Devon who
sneered at him hatefully and the masturbating Stevie who sat before him and
just then reaching his climax and spewing his small load over the top of
his pumping fist as he triumphantly crowed at his orgasm's arrival.  Then
Stevie stood and stepped toward the dangling Fred.  He then flung the
viscous fluid that dripped from his hand and it hit Fred on his neck and
upper chest.  Stevie then wiped the remainder across each of Fred's sweaty
and tear streaked cheeks.  Then he drew back abruptly as his eyes met
Fred's and the steely look Fred gave him readily communicated that Stevie
would get his...and soon.  "For fuck's sake make him cry Art!" Stevie
yelled as he turned and walked back toward his bed to the disapproving
faces of almost all of the boys except Devon who was laughing at Stevie's
degradation of Fred. "You're a fucking pig Stevie!" Bart said as the skinny
boy walked by.

Fred was prepared to weep at the next shot, in fact he was relieved that he
could finally release all of the expressions of pain that he had been
storing away, but as the WWWOOOOOOSSSHHH....SSSMMMAAAAAACCCKKK!!  of the
7th blow struck him, his nervous system went on over load and he blacked
out without uttering a sound.  The 8th through 10th lashes landed across
his ass and back as he swung like a silent pendulum.  Fred could vaguely
hear the sounds of the strap and feel the pressure when they landed and the
subsequent swinging motion of his body, but for the most part he was in a
far off place feeling no pain.  Then the strap fell from Art's dead right
arm as he walked out of the front door of the Dorm saying "Take him down
and clean him up!"  Taylor, Bart, Andy, Charlie and George raced to
Fred. As George lowered the rope Fred's loose body fell into the arms of
Taylor and Bart, who held him up under his arm pits and shoulders as they
cringed in shock at the intense heat they felt where their hands touched
his whipped exterior.  Andy and Charlie lifted his legs and they carried
him face down with his limp penis dangling like the fin of a sail boat as
they headed toward the shower room, walking past the eyes of the gawking
boys who looked on in horror and the massive swelling that was rising from
the entirety of Fred's bright fire red backside .

They laid him down on his stomach and turned his hot sweaty face sideways
so he could continue to breath deeply.  The boys quickly soaked about a
dozen towels in cold water and then began to apply layer upon layer of the
soothing cloth to his burning skin.  Andy rolled one towel and wiped Fred's
face and then applied it to Fred's forehead as a compress as he tried to
revive him.  "Fred, Fred, can you hear me...are you OK?"  Fred's body
suddenly began to twitch as he came to and his nervous system began to
awake sending out a crescendo of rising burning pain.  Fred's eyes suddenly
flew open and bulged as a loud wail began to rise from his lungs.  Andy saw
it coming and held one of the cold wet towels over Fred's mouth to keep his
cries from reaching the boys outside.  As his muffled shrieks filled the
towel Bart rose to stand guard at the shower room door.  No one was getting
by him to see Fred's moment of weakness after having so bravely endured
that savage beating.  "It's OK buddy, it's OK" Taylor comforted as tears
ran down his face watching his writhing friend sob as his body was racked
with unimaginable pain.  Fred cried hard for at least 10 minutes and then
the effort of his sobs drained him of the strength to cry any more.  As he
lay there heaving for air and unable to speak, all of the boys who attended
to him cried silently at the suffering their friend was going through.
Then Fred struggled to his hands and knees and vomited...hard and
violently.  As he began to collapse, Taylor caught his chest and head and
turned him away from his mess and laid him down softly with a cold towel
under his head.

For the next 1/2 hour they continuously replaced the wet towels with new
cold wet ones whenever the heat that emanated from Fred warmed the prior
ones.  Fred fell back into a deep sleep occasionally moaning and twitching.
Andy told Charlie to go out to his foot locker and bring back his bottles
of Advil and Aspirin, which were the only medications the boys were allowed
to possess. Charlie stepped back into the main Dorm area where he was
greeted by the concerned faces of all but Devon and Stevie who had left for
the Rec Center.  To a boy, they desperately wanted to know Fred's
condition.  Charlie said "Don't know yet...he's pretty much out still."
Andy walked into the room and carefully scanned the faces of the other "Bad
Haves", "Bad Have Nots" and the "Question Mark Boys" who had stayed in
tribute to Fred.

"This Haves/Have Not shit is over!" Andy shouted "From now on, we all need
to agree that no one does shit with another kid UNLESS that kid wants to,
and only WHEN he wants to...we owe it to Fred and I promise you this: what
you see happen to Devon and Stevie tomorrow, will happen to anyone who
breaks the NEW rules!!!  And God help anyone who tries to warn those
fuckers that their reckoning is coming!  Fred's not going anywhere for a
while so go to the Rec Center or whatever, and leave us to tend to him.
We're going to stay with him through dinner, so please bring some stuff
back for us."  As the others turned to leave Rob, one of the previously
dutiful followers of Devon, said "You can count me in...that was the
bravest fucking thing I've ever seen.  Fred's the new boss here as far as
I'm concerned and I'll help beat the shit out of anyone who disagrees!"
Looking over at the Have Nots he had previously terrorized Rob said "I'm
sorry I was such an asshole to you guys, I'm gonna make it up to you,OK? "
Then he walked over and shook each of their hands and all of the other
Haves who had ever bullied a Have Not did the same.

"Does that mean you're all in?"  Andy asked as he looked at their
affirmatively nodding faces and heard there "Yeses."  Rob added "As far as
we're concerned, Devon and Stevie are on their own."  "OK then wait up a
minute and I'll tell you Fred's plan, that were going to carry out to the
letter tomorrow."  Andy then laid it out just as Fred had explained it to
him, as Charlie went back to Fred with the pain killers. After Andy
finished detailing the plan he cautioned the boys to act like nothing had
happened...that the Haves should talk to and treat Devon and Stevie like
they always did, otherwise they'd get Art involved and things would get
fucked up.  They acknowledged their understanding as they left.  The other
boys managed to get Fred to wake up long enough to take the pills and then
he downed four glasses of water before falling back to sleep.  Andy
returned and happily reported that ALL of the boys were in for tomorrow and
Bart expressed his surprise that only Devon and Stevie needed to be dealt
with.  "That's fucking justice!" Taylor said.

They decided to carry Fred to his bed but as they reached under to lift him
Fred woke up and said "Wait, wait I gotta piss."  Taylor asked if he could
stand and Fred said he'd try.  They helped him to his feet, but as the cool
towels fell off of him and blood rushed through his backside when he got to
a vertical position, he began to moan and tears began to stream down his
eyes.  "Just lay back down and piss on the floor" George suggested.  "No"
Fred said "I'll be OK, just get me to the urinal."  Charlie draped two cold
towels from the top of Fred's shoulders to soothe his reddened back as he
was slowly led to the place where he could relieve himself.  Once
positioned, he grabbed for and missed his limp penis, the effect of his
whipping having robbed him of his manual dexterity.  "Let me help man"
Taylor said has he gently took hold of Fred's penis and aimed it at the
target.  Fred took a long hard piss that started out very dark and pungent
and then finished light yellow.  Relieved, he limped to his bed as the boys
supported him. They covered his back with cold towels as he again fell back
to sleep. "Listen guys" Andy said "after tonight's fuck-fest we've have to
stand watch on Fred and change his towels and give him pills and shit. I
can never fall asleep quick, so I'll take the first shift and go for like 3
hours, then each of you take a 1 hour shift and we'll get through the
night."  The others agreed as they went back over the plan for the rest of
the evening.

 Meanwhile, the others mingled in the Rec Center or milled around outside.
Though he didn't care to, Rob hung out with Stevie and Devon. Of course all
of the conversation was about Fred.  "How the fuck did he take that
beating?" was the question being continuously asked but never answered.
All of this Fred-admiration shit was getting to Devon.  "Fucking hairless
punk!  If Art didn't swing like a girl, that kid wouldn't have made it past
2 or 3."  Rob couldn't hold back as he responded "You're full of shit Devon
and you know it.  Art hit him 5 times harder than he hit George last night
and those last shots looked a lot harder to me than what Phil got when he
set the record.  Give the kid credit, he beat the strap!"  "Fuck him"
Stevie hissed "I'll see to it that he gets to try it again, as soon as Art
says he's back in the mix!"  Rob wanted to beat on Stevie right then and
there, but the plan was for him and Devon to get there's tomorrow so Rob
shut up and continued to play his part.

Later, the boys filed into the Dining Hall for dinner. A nervous Art
approached a table of Haves and asked how Fred was doing and why the other
boys had not come to dinner.  Art had never hit a kid as hard as he did
Fred and he didn't want his anger to cause him to kill the "golden goose"
porn films he was able to make at the boys' expense.  "He's pretty fucked
up" Rob replied "he just keeps sleeping and the others are watching him and
putting wet towels on him and stuff."  Rob then asked for permission to
bring them all some food and Art OKed the request and also said they should
take some buckets of ice back with them.  Then Art reached in his pocket
and gave Rob a vile of pills and a tube of cream.  Give him one of these
every 4 hours for pain and when he doesn't need the wet towels any more,
rub this cream on him to treat the welts.  Rob stated his understanding as
Art returned to his meal.

Most of the boys went back to the Rec Center after dinner to play ping pong
or pool and then watch whatever crappy movie was being shown.  Rob and a
few others took food and ice back to the Dorm.  While Fred continued to
sleep, the others wolfed down their food and then brought a portion over to
Fred's bed.  When they placed a layer of ice between the towels that
covered Fred, he awoke and struggled to clear his blurry vision. Rob then
crouched down before him and said "Hi, I'm Rob...we played football today,
but now I'm on your side Fred.  I got some pain killers here, one every 4
hours" he said as he pushed a pill toward Fred's face holding a cup of
water in his other hand.  "Make it two OK Rob?" Fred asked weakly "I'm
feeling pretty bad right now."  "Sure man" Rob replied extracting another
pill from the vile.  Then he handed the vile to the watchful Andy along
with the cream and through teary eyes Rob said "Take care of him Andy, and
let me know if there's anything I can do OK!"  Andy patted Rob on the
shoulder as he walked away and then offered Fred some soup.  Fred got about
5 spoon fulls down before saying that was enough and declining any solids.
Then as the coolness of the ice and the pills began to numb him, he went
back to sleep.

Taylor walked over to the bed where Rob was softly weeping into his hands,
and sat down next to the big 13 year old and put his arm around him.  "I
don't know what it is about him" Rob choked out "but I love that kid...I
mean I hated his guts after the way he carved us up on the football field,
and when he started to get whipped I couldn't wait for him to start crying
like the punk I thought he was.  But man, what he did...the kid's a fucking
hero and I'd lay down on the tracks for him now."  Then Rob totally lost it
as he cried on Taylor's shoulder.  "Yeah, Fred's a natural born
leader...truly inspirational and if you knew about his no-hair deal...well
it would make your hair curl...errr...an extra curl anyway."  Taylor
laughed and it loosened Rob up as he asked exactly what it was with Fred
being so big and so bald.  As Taylor unfolded the whole tragic story Rob's
jaw dropped and he finally said "God, what a fucking story...no wonder he's
so tough.  You know Taylor, Fred laid out this whole plan and Andy told us
all about it, but after what you just told me I've got a twist on the plan
that I think would be perfect."  Then after he softly whispered his idea in
Taylor's ear, Taylor shouted "Fuckin' A right...that's great...Andy, come
here you gotta hear this!" Before Andy got there, Taylor whispered in Rob's
ear "Hey Rob, I know you got some business to attend to tonight, but if you
want to either later tonight or any time, I'd love to suck your dick!"  Rob
smiled at Taylor and nodded as Andy came over to hear about Rob's plot
twist.  When he heard it Andy started to laugh hysterically "That's such a
great idea...I'm in...Rob you talk to the others, it's your idea go get
them on board!  But let's all keep it a secret from Fred, it will be a
great surprise for him."  And the boys laughed at the expression that would
be on Fred's face when the secret act of the play that he'd set in motion
was performed before his very eyes.

As the others later streamed in from the Rec Center followed by Art, they
went to their beds and dressed for the night in their sleeping shirts and
shorts.  Then Art, tolerating the boys who were out of place holding vigil
over Fred, said "Lights out...and enjoy boys!"  Soon the sounds of Haves
feet walking towards Have Nots filled the room.  None walked more
purposefully than the unfulfilled Devon and the self-relieved, but craving
the touch of another, Stevie.  What they found was a perfect execution of
the early stages of Fred's plan as instructed by Andy...the bed of every
boy that Devon and Stevie would otherwise have violently assaulted was
already occupied by a now pro-Fred Have.  That left only the beds of the
"protected" Have Nots, each of whom was willing to take a bullet for Fred's
team!

Left with no alternative, Devon and Stevie decided to go "fat" for the
night rolling up on Josh and Karl respectively.  After they exchanged
greetings, Devon told fat Josh that his dick was so hard he could chop wood
with it and that before they were done Devon would be fucking him in the
ass.  "Come on Dev...let me just blow you, you know I'll do you good."
"Sorry Josh" Devon replied "I gotta fuck ya, but I'll be gentle. Now show
me your little cock and let's get started."  As Josh lowered his shorts and
Devon stroked him to his small 3 inch erection, Josh leaned his fat belly
across Devon's lap and took his throbbing cock into his mouth.  He sucked
with a sense of purpose knowing Devon's propensity for premature
ejaculation and managed to get him to cum in his mouth before he could
attack his fat ass.  Devon grunted out his release and sent a large load of
his cum into Josh's mouth, which Josh allowed to drool out of the side of
his face. "Fuck Josh...I told you I wanted your ass."  "Sorry Dev" Josh
said insincerely.  "Well" Devon continued "I'm going to sleep so you just
finish yourself!"  And Devon left Josh high and, even if he had orgasmed,
dry...as he walked back to his bed.

In the meantime Stevie was fully into Karl's big butt, not caring in the
least that Karl was "protected."  Given Stevie's small size, Karl's
discomfort was minimal, but since Stevie had shot just a few hours before,
he hung on for what seemed like an eternity as he pounded away inside
Karl's dark recesses. Stevie fucked as hard as he could as he shot his few
drops of second time cum into Karl, and then he yelled more for dramatic
effect than to actually reflect the strength of his orgasm. Stevie returned
to his bed leaving Karl who never even got hard as the disgusting little
Cretan was touching him.  For the most part the other boys faked it, though
some did not turn their back on the opportunity for a mutual release...all
of it consensual and gentle the way Fred had intended.  As the boys then
settled down to sleep and Andy took up the first watch over the sleeping
Fred, Rob walked by Taylor's bed and then stroked him lightly across the
cheek as he walked into the back shower room.  Taylor rose like a shot his
erection swelling as he followed Rob into the showers where he came upon
him standing naked fully hard with his light brown moderate growth hanging
around the base of his hard staff like the branches of a willow.

Taylor quickly stripped off his clothes and his fat rolly-polly exterior
was as much in contrast to Rob's budding muscularity as Taylor's thick
pubic bush was to Rob's light growth.  Taylor stood face to face with Rob,
only briefly, and then dropped to his knees and took Rob's hard cock into
his mouth.  As Rob swayed joyously at Taylor's exciting manipulation of his
manhood, he laid down taking Taylor with him until the boy's hairy pole was
before his lips.  He took the musky offering before him and sucked hard and
long down its shaft.  Taylor who could usually hold out much longer was
overcome with the excitement Rob was providing as he quickly braced himself
for the explosion of his fluid that was not far behind.  "Here I come Rob"
Taylor warned, but Rob didn't back off as Taylor softly "OOOHHHHed and
AAAHHHed" as his semen released its large volume into Rob's waiting mouth.
The amount of Taylor's discharge surprised him, but Rob stayed on his
pulsating cock as it continued to spasm and then quieted.

 Taylor said "Rob...I want to feel you in my ass."  Rob suggested that he
get some lubricant from his foot locker when Taylor said "Just spit in
there and go for it...I'm tough and I want you now!"  Rob complied and
drooled a large gob of saliva down the crack of Taylor's ample ass.  Then
he positioned the head of this throbbing dick against Taylor's hot hole and
began to push and gain entry, inch by inch until he was all the way in.
Taylor had bitten his lip as Rob's fat cock stretched and then slid its way
into him.  Now he groaned with pleasure as Rob pumped in and out and
foretold his orgasm as his dick got harder and wider within Taylor's rectal
walls.  Taylor got hard again and began to pump on himself with his closed
fist.  Then Rob began to fire hard into Taylor as he barked out his
orgasmic pleasure "OOOHHHHH IIIIIITTTTTSSSSS SSSOOOOO GGGOOODDDD
TTAYYLOOOR!!" as Rob's balls flew deep inside of him and his hard jets of
semen filled Taylor's hot wide ass.  When he felt the hot fluid being
squired inside of him, Taylor silently released three shots of his semen,
which sprayed on the cool tiles beneath him.  Rob fell back out of Taylor
completely winded and overcome with the strength of his release.  The two
boys held each other and cuddled as their thoughts returned to the long
suffering Fred.  They cleaned and dressed and then returned to Fred's bed
side with a fresh pile of cold wet towels and found Andy sitting in a chair
watching their sleeping hero....