Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 22:02:27 -0700
From: someone someday <s_someday@hotmail.com>
Subject: Delayed Puberty Boy--Ch 36

DELAYED PUBERTY BOY--CHAPTER 36

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

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As Art walked to his cabin, following his rape and violent whipping of
Taylor, his thoughts turned to Kevin's impending visit. Initially he had
planned to have both oral and anal sex with Kevin, but he now questioned
whether his virility would allow him to orgasm two more times that
night. Since he had already cum in Taylor's tight fat ass, Art figured he
just settle for having Kevin suck his dick. Of course, Art was prepared to
let Kevin take him anyway he chose and perhaps the thrill of the moment
might get him hard a third time. In fact, the thought of handsome Kevin was
beginning to get him erect now, less than an hour after he had climaxed
inside of Taylor.

When he entered his cabin, he turned on the stove and began to prepare the
meal he had planned for Kevin: steak, salad and baked potatoes with some
red wine. All was ready except for putting the steaks on the barbecue out
back, when Art heard Kevin's knock at his front door. Art opened the door
and smiled broadly as he let Kevin in. "Well how did it go today Kevin?"
Art asked referring to the places he had recommended that Kevin go to take
his photographs. "Great," Kevin replied lying, since he had not gone
anywhere that day except to the hill top outside the Camp with Dr. Carl to
continue their observations.

The two men chatted idly while Art cooked the steaks, then they went in to
eat. During dinner, Art recommended several other places Kevin might visit,
to which Kevin responded with feigned interest. Then as they sat sipping
their wine, Art pulled his chair close to Kevin and placed his hand on
Kevin's thigh, stroking it lightly as he said "I need to go back and tuck
the little darlings in for the night. Make yourself at home and I should be
back in an hour---90 minutes tops." Kevin responded by putting his hand on
top of Art's and rubbing the back of his hand softly, "No problem," Kevin
said, "I have a few calls to make on my cell phone to my publisher, so I'll
be well occupied until you get back." Art smiled and before leaving, he
offered the use of his phone if Kevin encountered any problems using his
cell.

As soon as Art was down the path and out of sight, the back door of the
cabin opened and Dr. Carl entered. "How long until he returns?" Dr. Carl
asked. "He said an hour to an hour and a half," Kevin
answered. "Great---that gives us plenty of time," the doctor said as he
began to survey the layout of the cabin. Then the two men searched all the
closets and drawers, finding copies of all the tapes that Art and the
Warden had sold to the porn sites. "Kevin," Dr. Carl said while inspecting
one of the closets "look what I found." The doctor then held out the cruel
strap that Art had used on the boys at the Camp before Fred had established
the "New Rules of Order" which had outlawed it. "I think we can put this to
use tonight!" the doctor hissed as Kevin shuddered at the sight of the
large instrument of pain.

"OK Kevin, write your note to Art and then drive back to the campground and
get us all packed up. Walk back up the path and hide in the woods until I
signal you from the back door." Kevin took a sheet of paper from Art's desk
and wrote:

"Dear Art,

My publisher insisted that I return tonight with the photographs because
the magazine publication date just got moved up. Sorry I can't be with you,
but I will be back again soon. Thanks for dinner and I look forward to
seeing you again.

Sincerely,

Kevin"

Kevin placed the folded note prominently in the center of the kitchen table
and then left, while Dr. Carl positioned himself by the window to look for
Art's return.

Back at the Camp, Art entered the Dorm before lights out and was greeted by
the angry stares of most all of the boys. "What seems to be the problem,"
he asked in mock surprise. "You know the problem," Fred snapped at Art "you
fucked Taylor and then you beat the shit out of him!" Art stared angrily at
Fred and then looked across the faces of the other boys as he replied
"Jones smarted off and he got punished for it." Fred shouted back "That was
against the rules Art and you know it!" "Fuck you and your rules
Carver. Sounds like you're being a smart-ass too. How would you like to see
if I can't make you cry---there's nothing I'd like more than to give YOU
another whipping!"

Fred had no desire to go there, so he choked back the retorts he would
otherwise have offered. "Now get your asses washed up and in bed," Art
commanded as the boys scampered to comply. Within a half-hour the boys were
in their beds lying silently as Art turned out the lights and left. When he
was sure Art was out of earshot, Fred said, "Fucking asshole---some day I
hope he really gets his!" "Yeah," Taylor replied "and I'd love to be the
one who gives it to him, the rotten cocksucker!" A murmur of general
consensus swept through the Dorm, as did the sounds of young feet heading
towards the beds of others. "Hey Taylor," Fred whispered kneeling at the
side of his bed "How about if I take your mind off what ails ya?" Taylor
turned to him and smiled "Sure Pal, that would be great."

Fred lay down next to his injured friend who was still naked under the cool
towels that covered him. Then he reached out and took Taylor's limp penis
into his hand. "Oooww" Taylor moaned as the touch of Fred's hand stung the
area on the shaft of his penis that Art had struck with the belt. "Sorry,"
Fred said, "this will feel better." Fred slid down until the boy's soft
penis was in front of his face, then he slowly and gently sucked it into
his wet mouth and caressed it gently. That felt great to Taylor as his
flaccid tool began to swell. Soon Fred was bobbing up and down on its full
length, and burying his nose at the base in the tufts of Taylor's black
pubic hairs. After about 5 minutes Taylor's back stiffened and he began to
arch his hips into Fred's face as his orgasm drew nearer. While he normally
had no shame about trumpeting out the moment of his climaxes, Taylor softly
moaned and held back any outcry as he felt his seed welling up inside him
and beginning its release.

Fred tasted, the salty early discharge on his tongue as it slowly trickled
from the head of the largest erection of any of the boys in the Camp. Then,
as Taylor's muted groans began to come with greater frequency, he felt the
first hard blast of fluid launch into his mouth and at the back of his
throat. He sucked harder and faster while Taylor softly cooed, releasing
two more ample discharges while being consumed in pleasure that completely
replaced his previous pain. Fred continued to suck at a slower pace, long
after Taylor's final ejaculation and did not stop until Taylor gently
pulled his face away. Then Fred slid up next to his fat friend and put his
head on the pillow next to him. "Thanks Fred" Taylor whispered "that felt
super---anything I can do for you?" "Nah, you get some sleep, you can catch
me another time."

"OK," Taylor replied "but do me a favor and just lay here with me 'til I
fall to sleep." "Sure thing," Fred replied as Taylor wrapped one of his
meaty arms around Fred's shoulders and pulled him tightly to his chest,
snuggling him softly. Soon Taylor was asleep and Fred quietly freed himself
from the warm embrace that held him. The night air was cool, so Fred
removed the damp towels and gently covered the whip-striped skin of his
sleeping friend with a sheet. Then Fred walked back to his own bed where he
found Joey waiting for him. "That was nice of you Fred---you're a good
friend. You know what they say don't you---no good deed should go
unrewarded!" Joey said as his hand slid down in between the elastic of the
front of Fred's shorts until the tip of Fred's erect penis touched the palm
of his hand................

Art walked through he door of his cabin and said "Kevin, I'm back." Hearing
no reply, he walked into the kitchen where he spotted and picked up the
note Kevin had left. "GOD DAMMIT!" Art shouted as he crumpled the note at
hurled it against the wall, "of all the fucking luck---SO OF A BITCH!" Then
he opened the door to his refrigerator and took out a can of beer before
slamming the door shut. In his anger and frustration, Art quickly chugged
the beer and threw the empty can to the ground before storming into the
bathroom to take a long overdue piss. He stood with his back to the bathtub
with the drawn shower curtain, behind which Dr. Carl was hiding. The sound
of his urination splashing in the water and his groan of relief completely
masked the doctor's approach. Then Dr. Carl struck Art with a mighty blow
at the base of his skull that rendered him completely unconscious as Art
slumped forward and then fell to his side.

Dr. Carl sprang quickly into action. He removed Art's shirt and then
dragged him to the center of the living room area, where he bound Arts
wrists together with duct tape before applying a large strip across his
eyes. The doctor stood on a chair and strung a rope through the beam that
ran through the center of the cabin. Then he tied Art's wrists and hoisted
the unconscious man to his feet where he swayed limply. Dr. Carl removed
his shoes and socks before stripping off his pants and underwear. Then he
placed a rolled up of length of cloth that he had torn from a bed sheet in
Art's mouth and tied it tightly behind his head. Finally, the doctor placed
the rest of the torn sheet under Art's feet and spread it out, before going
back to the bathroom.

He returned soon with a razor, shaving cream and a bucket of water which he
used to completely shave the dangling man's pubic region, the hair on his
upper thighs and the hair on the underside of his scrotum and his
anus. Lastly, Dr. Carl removed a set of small sharp scissors and he
meticulously clipped off every hair from Art's scrotum. When he was
finished, he went to the back door of the cabin and flicked the light
several times to signal Kevin to enter. Kevin locked the door after he
passed through it and then locked the front door and drew down the shades
of all the windows. He then turned on the TV and set the volume relatively
high. Meanwhile, Dr. Carl had set a large spaghetti pot full of water to
boil on the stove and he poured in the entire contents of a full salt
container he had found in the pantry. Then Dr. Carl produced his large
medical bag and removed a bottle of alcohol and some cotton pads which he
drenched before wiping vigorously all over the freshly shaved areas below
Art's waist.

The intense sting of the alcohol shocked Art back to consciousness, as
planned. "AAAAAHHHH" he cried through the gag in his mouth unable to
comprehend what was going on. His words, though muted could clearly be
understood by Kevin and the doctor as Art tried to fathom his
situation. "What the fucked is this---where am I---what's going on!! K, K,
K, Kevin is that you?" "Who the fuck is Kevin?" Dr. Carl's unfamiliar voice
then rang in Art's ears. "Who the fuck are you!" Art demanded "what are you
doing to me?" "I'm the instrument of revenge you sick bastard!" Dr. Carl
said sternly. "I've seen the tapes you've been making and selling and I'm
here to avenge the boys whose care and trust you have violated!" Art became
panic stricken as he shouted "NOOOOOOOO HELP---SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEE!" The
sound of his cries, and the sound of those to come were unable to escape
the walls of the cabin as Dr. Carl approached him and whispered in his ear
"Scream all you want---I want you to yell. No one will hear you but me! Now
let me hear you scream," and the doctor applied a generous amount of
alcohol to the tender shaved areas and especially at Art's
anus. "OOOOOWWWWW SSSSHHHIIITTTTT THAT HURTS---SSSTTTOOPPPPPPPP!!"

Dr. Carl then removed the boiling pot of water and placed it a few feet
behind where Art was hanging as he produced the whipping strap he had
found. Draping it over Art's shoulder and then lightly skimming his torso
with it the doctor said, "I know you can't see, but do you recognize what
this is?" To his horror, Art had recognized it immediately! "Let's see how
you like being on the receiving end---from your little films, it certainly
appeared that you liked using it. "No, don't please don't" Art cried out in
muffled words. "I will whip you, and I won't stop any time soon---prepare
for HELL!" Art was breathing hard as his fear and panic rose and he did not
hear the sound of the length of the strap being plunged into the hot salty
pot of brine. What he did hear was the mighty WOOOOSH of the first blow
that caught him squarely across the center of his bare back and swung his
body forward on impact.

The pain Art felt was indescribable as the hot wet strap ripped into him,
robbing him of the ability to scream as his senses were overcome. Then Art
felt his deep guttural cry rise up out of his lungs as he shrieked out the
agony of each lash to come WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK,
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK,
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKK, came the next 5 blows
in rapid succession. "OH GGOOODDD SSSTTOOOP PLEASSSEEEEE SSTTOPPPPP,
OOWWWW, ANHA, ANHA, ANAH" Art at once both screamed and cried out before he
started bawled like a baby awaiting the next serving of the
strap. WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, "OOOOOHHH NNOOO",
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, "FOR GOD'S SAKE NO
MORE!'' WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK,
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK,
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK,
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK.

Art slumped back into unconsciousness after shrieking out at the pain of
the 20th lash of the strap. Then Dr. Carl pulled the kitchen table out in
front of Art and lowered the rope that held him until Art's chest lay
across the tabletop. Art's back was glowing red and several of the lashes
had torn his skin producing a slow trickle of blood that mixed with sweat
and the salty water that the strap had been repeatedly dipped into. When
Art came too several minutes later, he was completely paralyzed by the pain
that surged through him and he began to shriek again. The salt water
soaking into his wounds was excruciating and his back twitched as he
writhed on the tabletop, unable to form words. Then a new pain overcame
him, from low and deep inside him as Dr. Carl said "Time for your fucking!"
and he brutally shoved the unlubricated end of a broom stick deeply into
Art's ass, churning and twisting it as it tore at the sides of his
sphincter. "AAAAHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHH, DDEEAARR GGOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD
OOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!"

After ripping the broom stick from Art's bowels, Dr. Carl dropped his pants
and took hold of his large throbbing cock which he held behind the
whimpering man's brutalized anus. A trickle of blood was running down the
insides of Art's thighs and began to pool at his ankles. "Here's something
bigger for you," Dr. Carl told him as he rammed his fat long organ through
Art's damaged rectum which elicited a deep and pain-felt "OOOHHHHHHHH!!"
Dr. Carl violently thrust the full length of himself in and out of Art,
while Kevin sat in witness to the horrors that the doctor was
unleashing. Kevin had been carefully instructed not to speak, lest his
voice be recognized, but he all most cried out on several occasions for the
doctor to stop the sadistic torture that he was unleashing.

The savagery of the fucking that Dr. Carl was giving to Art was as
unimaginable to Kevin as it was to the victim himself, who felt the deep
penetration and withdrawal of the largest cock that had ever entered
him. It seemed as if the doctor might never cum, until finally---almost
mercifully, Dr. Carl began to buck his hips and softly moan as he began to
orgasm. "How do you like to be fucked like those boys you bastard!"
Dr. Carl yelled. Then, as he began to ejaculate, instead of moaning or
making guttural sounds of ecstatic release, the doctor continued to taunt
his victim.

"HOW---DOES---YOUR---ASS---HOLE----FEEL---NNOOOWWWWWW " the doctor cried
out in a rhythmic cadence as he fired his thick volume of semen into Art's
deep recesses. When he was completely spent, Dr. Carl pulled out of Art as
violently as he had entered causing Art to sigh deeply in relief as his
over-stretched orifice was finally allowed to constrict to its normal
state. The doctor immediately cleaned himself and then pulled up his pants
as Art lay helpless across the top of the table panting like a runner who
had just finished running a marathon. "Whaa---What are you doing," Art's
slurred words cried out through his gag as he felt himself being again
hoisted to his feet by the ropes that bound his wrists.

"There's still the matter of your ASS!" the doctor hissed "you didn't think
that I'd be leaving that to you in any shade but red, did you?" Art was
terrified as he began to beg and plead "No, please, enough---I've had
enough. Please don't whip me any more---PPPLLLEEEAASSSSEEE!!!" Dr., Carl
laughed at the begging protests of the man who had caused so much pain to
his dear Fred and the other boys, to whom the doctor was decidedly
indifferent. "How many of those boys on the tapes begged you to stop? I'll
bet they all did, but you never stopped---and neither will I. Consider this
their pay back!" WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK,
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK,
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK, WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK,
WOOOSH-----CCRRRAAAACCKKK.

And the more Art howled as his buttocks were reduced to a red blistered
pulp, the harder and faster Dr. Carl whipped him. Finally, around the 15th
lash as blood poured from the angry welts that had risen on Art's backside,
Art blacked out and his head sagged down with his chin resting limply on
the top of his chest. Dr. Carl motioned for Kevin to bring over one of the
kitchen chairs, which he positioned behind Art. Then he lowered the
unconscious man into the chair and untied the ropes from his
wrists. Dr. Carl also took off the tape that bound his wrists and the man's
freed arms fell uselessly to his sides. Kevin then watched as the doctor
took Art's flaccid penis and began to stroke it fiercely. Even through all
the pain and sensory overload that Art's tormented body was experiencing,
the stimulation of the doctor's hand was producing an erection.

Dr. Carl pounded at Art's hard cock as if he were hammering nails. The
combination of the stimulation and the intense friction of the doctor's
stroking hand began to revive Art, though he could not otherwise move a
bone in his body. "Huh, nnn, now what are you doing to me?" he whispered in
exhaustion. "Call it a bonus---no, make that a severance check!" the doctor
laughed as he pounded away at Art's erection "you should always remember
this---savor the feeling!" "oooohhh, uuunnnnn, aahhhahhhahhh," Art moaned
softly as the intensity of the pleasurable stroking began to hasten his
ejaculation. "HHOOOO AAAHH," he gasped as a voluminous arc of spiraling
semen shot up high and then landed on his stomach. "OOOhhh, aaaahhhh aaarr
aaahhh" he cried as three more jets of thick white fluid erupted from him.

As his release passed and his fear began to rise again Art started to cry
like an errant child begging to be left unpunished. "Please leave me alone,
I can't take any more. I'm sorry, I'll never do it again---I SWEAR!!!"
Dr. Carl went to his medical bag and removed a wide cotton pad and then
poured some ether from its canister on to the pad. "There, there calm down
now," the doctor said in a comforting voice. "I'm not going to whip you any
more and, by the way, I KNOW you'll never hurt those boys again." Art
slumped into a deep state of unconsciousness as Dr. Carl firmly pressed the
ether drenched cotton pad across his nose and mouth.

"He's out" Dr. Carl said to Kevin who was still in shock at what he had
witnessed. Even though he knew the broad outline of the doctor's plan,
Kevin had no idea that it could be so sadistically executed. "Help me get
him to the bed so I can dress his wounds," the doctor commanded. Kevin
helped carry the limp man's body to the bed where he was first placed on
his stomach. The doctor then cleaned the whip marks from Art's back and
buttock and then applied a generous amount of antiseptic ointment to the
wounds. Then he rolled Art on to his back and turned to Kevin saying "why
don't you wait outside---I'll be out in just a few minutes."

Kevin gladly complied with the suggestion and he slumped down on the back
porch step of the cabin exhausted from the emotional toll that watching
Art's torture had exacted on him. About 20 minutes later, Dr. Carl walked
out and joined him. "OK, we're done. Let's walk back to the campsite and
then go home." Kevin nodded at him weakly to which the doctor replied
"What's wrong---don't you think he had it coming? We have avenged Fred and
all the other boys he tortured." Kevin sighed weakly and said "I know, it's
just that I never imagined it would be like that and now---now
you---you---" Dr. Carl cut him off saying "Yes, yes I know it was all
shocking to you. But it's done now and justice has been served---the piper
just got paid!"

The two men walked down the 2-mile path to the campground parking lot where
Kevin had packed the car in anticipation of their immediate departure. They
drove off in silence and when they reached the town Dr. Carl stopped beside
a mailbox and deposited a large manila envelope. When he got back into the
car Kevin asked, "What was that?" Dr. Carl replied, "Well, Kevin if all
goes as I hope, that should be Fred's ticket to freedom." As they drove on
Dr. Carl explained.......

The next morning, Art slowly woke from his groggy ether induced sleep and
began to feel the intense stinging that gripped his posterior. No, it was
not a sick dream---it had all happened, but at least he was alive. Art
began to regain the focus of his vision and he saw that his nightstand had
been pulled to the side of his bed. On it, he saw a large glass of water
and a stack of pills with a note next to them saying "For Pain". He reached
out weakly and grabbed two of the pills and put them in his mouth before
rinsing them down with some of the water. Then he saw a tube of ointment
with a note that read "For the sutures."

"Sutures?" Art thought to himself "what fucking sutures?" He pulled down
the sheet that covered him and looked down his chest and legs seeing
nothing, including no pubic hair. That sick bastard shaved me---so that's
what stung so much at the beginning" he said to himself. Then, as the
doctor's statement about a "severance check" suddenly rang in his ears
Art's hand lurched down and grabbed the full length of his flaccid
penis. "Thank Christ" he said out loud as the mystery still plagued
him. "It must be for my back" he thought "that brutal fucker must have
ripped me up." "No, it's my asshole---where he ripped me up with the
broomstick. Then Art reached down between his legs to feel the
circumference of his damaged rectum, he shrieked with all his might "OH GOD
NO!!!" as his hand came up empty in the vicinity that would normally have
resulted in his having taken hold of his balls. He sprang bolt upright and
peered at the empty sack of flesh with a two inch stitched incision an he
howled "PLEASE GOD NOT THAT, PLEASE NOT MY FUCKING BALLS!!!!"

Art's mind raced as he prayed that he was only dreaming when he finally
noticed the bowl behind the glass. He look into it and saw, floating in
pinkish water, his severed testicles. The cries of agony and horror that
rang out in the otherwise silent early morning hours quickly caught the
attention of the inhabitants of the neighboring cabins. Soon several men
had arrived at Art's bedside as he shrieked incoherently. Art continued to
scream until an ambulance arrived and a sedative was administered. When he
awoke later at the hospital, Art's shrieking renewed and it did not stop
for days to come......