Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2010 03:54:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Uncle Wiggly <uncle.wiggly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweet Sixteen, Chapter 2

My apologies for the length of time between chapters. Over X-mas, I had a
uvulopalatopharyngoplasty, which essentially made my throat bigger. I had
the procedure ostensibly to assist in breathing, but the irony was
nevertheless of great amusement to my friends.

All previous disclaimers still apply.

The first part really should have been part of Chapter 1, but that night, I
was overtaken by Morpheus before my last keystroke.


Sweet Sixteen
by Augustus T. Wigglesworth IV


Chapter 1b

The rest of breakfast was kind of a blur for Bobby. He was with his three
favourite men--technically 2 men and a young man. His cousin Peter was only
two years older than he, but he seemed so much more manly. And Bobby liked
that--a lot. Bobby's Daddy and Uncle had always referred to Peter as a
young man, even when they were little. While Bobby was always Daddy's
boy. Bobby felt sorry for Peter, because Uncle Dick obviously didn't love
him like Daddy loved Bobby. He never cuddled him or nuzzled his neck or
tickled him or gave him big wet kisses. Poor Peter, Bobby thought.

Besides his three favourite men, there was Johnson scurrying around. Daddy
had once explained that Johnson wasn't a Real Man. Since Johnson obviously
wasn't a boy like Bobby either, he asked his Daddy what Johnson was.

Daddy said, "He's our sl... servant."

Of course, all these thoughts flashed through Bobby's mind in a
nanosecond. It was just too exciting to think today. The cake was
delicious. It was baby blue and tasted sweet and just a little salty. He
washed it down with a cup of thick, fresh squeezed banana milk and a big
glass of Daddy's special apple juice. Poor Peter had to drink cow's milk
and orange juice. (More proof that he wasn't loved.)

When Bobby was licking the creamy frosting off of his fingers, Uncle Dick
told Bobby that he and Peter had helped Daddy make the thick, creamy
frosting.

Bobby just grinned, and said, "Thank you. It was delicious."

Peter smirked and said, "Yeah, you must have liked it. It's running down
your chin."

Which indeed it was. Bobby stuck out his rather long tongue, but still
couldn't get it all. So Daddy came over and wiped it off with his finger
and stuck his finger in Bobby's wide open mouth.

"Suck it off, baby boy."

Bobby just smiled and sucked and twisted his head from side to side until
Daddy's finger was clean as a whistle. Bobby loved it when Daddy fed him
stuff.

Before he knew it, breakfast was over. Bobby jumped up and gave Daddy a big
wet kiss and then surprised Uncle Dick and Peter with kisses too. When
Bobby kissed Peter, he felt Peter's tongue brush his lips.

When Bobby pulled back looking puzzled, Peter said, "You had a little cream
left on your lips."

Bobby smiled and hugged Peter, and said, "I love you, Peter."

As Peter hugged Bobby back, he slid his hand down to Bobby's bottom. He
gently pushed in the little crease running down the middle of Bobby's
oh-so-tight school shorts making Bobby moan. Before Bobby could get the
tinglies, Uncle Dick snapped, "Peter!"

And Daddy said, "OK. Time for school."



Chapter 2


On a normal school day, Bobby would have had classes in the Male Anatomy,
the Male Reproductive System, and the History of the Male Nude in Art in
the morning. Bobby loved his classes--as did all the boys. The teachers
were so muscular and they smelled so good. They wore tight fitting khaki
pants that hugged their big bulges in front and their bulging butts behind.

Bobby's favourite teacher was Dr. Kinsey who taught the Male Reproductive
System. He showed films with big erect penises shooting gobs of thick
sticky stuff. Dr. Kinsey always wore white dress shirts stretched tightly
across his bulging biceps and pecs. His ties were always a bit loose and
his top shirt button was undone so you could see just a little wisp of hair
coming out of the collar. If the light was just right, you could see the
pattern of dark hair across his pecs, narrowing to a line called a
"treasure trail" that went down under his belt. Bobby knew what the
treasure at the end of the trail was, and he hoped he'd get to see a real
grown man's treasure up close some day. He wanted to examine it and touch
it, and nuzzle into the man's warm, steamy groin inhaling the intoxicating
scent.

When Bobby was 7, he had been playing in the front entry hall one day when
his uncle came back from playing tennis. Bobby's nose was right at this
uncle's crotch level and Bobby smelled a delicious odor coming from his
uncle's shorts. You could see the outline of his uncle's jockstrap, and
even as a little boy, Bobby had wanted to smash his face into his uncle's
crotch bulge and breathe deeply.

At lunchtime, Bobby always sat with his BFFs, Timmy and Tommy Thomas. Their
Daddy, John Thomas, was a good friend of Bobby's Daddy, and the three boys
had played together since the stork delivered them. The twins would laugh
when Bobby ground his tight, dimpled bottom into the hard plastic lunchroom
chairs, but within a few minutes, they would be gasping and moaning
too. The chairs actually had a raised bump in the center that connected
with their boystretchers, eliciting moans from all the boys throughout
lunch.

Boners were never a cause for embarrassment, because all the boys were hard
practically all the time. They just couldn't help it. Of course,
self-abuse--touching one's private parts--was not tolerated and could
result in a visit to the Headmaster's office. But the special underpants
and little boys' room escorts kept that to the bare minimum.

Bobby secretly liked going to the Headmaster anyway. He always let Bobby
sit in his lap--and even though he got a stern talking to--Bobby loved the
cuddles and nuzzles and little caresses that the Headmaster gave him along
with a firm reprimand. In fact, from the smiles on the faces and the boners
in the short pants of the recently "punished," the other boys liked it as
much as Bobby did.


But today was not a normal school day. Today was many special days all
rolled into one! It was the last day of school. It was Birthday Day since
all of the boys in the school happened to have the same birthday. (The
storks must have been working overtime that day!) It was the Sweet
Sixteenth of all of the boys in Bobby's class. And it was Coming of Age Day
for most of Bobby's classmates. (All of the boys came of age at either 16
or 18 depending on where they came from.)

The trip to school was uneventful, but Bobby could barely contain his
excitement. They drove along the big brick wall and turned into the gates
by the sign that said, "THE BATES SCHOOL" in big brass letters and "for
boys" written in small letters underneath. The driveway was jam-packed with
buses and limos and fancy convertibles.

When they got close to the front walkway, Bobby started to get out, but
luckily, he saw the muddy grass before he stepped in it. Mr. Stroker, the
crossing guard, noticed the bus blocking the sidewalk, and yelled, "Pull up
to the bumper, Bobby, in your long black limousine."

Bobby was already out of the car when he heard Johnson say, "Have a
wonderful day, Bobby, and remember, I'll always love you."

Bobby shouted, "Me, too!" and he was gone.


The handsome, muscular instructors at the Bates School knew that holding
classes on the last day of the school year was pointless. The vast majority
of the boys in Bobby's class were having their Coming of Age parties today
and would be leaving permanently. Very few boys continued on until their
18th year since age of consent laws had been relaxed

So the whole day was one big party. The boys played games and ran around
the playground. Of course, it was hard to get the boys off of the
see-saw. They would take turns jumping off the high end, so that their
friends would come down with a jolt and a gasp. The boys normally would
have to be taken to the little boys' room after a seesaw ride to clean up,
but today, there just weren't enough attendants to go around.

Each of the boys got a special ride on the headmaster's lap and then had
ample time for special student-teacher meetings where they were rewarded
for being so good and obedient. Bobby was even given a salty banana
creamsicle that his art teacher had made just for him. Bobby hungrily
slurped on it while bouncing up and down on his groaning teacher's
lap. Mr. Harden loved beautiful things, and as far as he was concerned,
Bobby was the most beautiful thing to come along in quite a while.

But alas, like all good things, the school day came to an end. The boys bid
each other farewell. Bobby and the twins hugged and cried a little;
swearing to be BFFs and see each other soon. Unlike most of the other boys,
the three boys would spend more time together in the future, since their
Daddies were close friends who believed in sharing.


On the drive home, Johnson did something very strange. He pulled into a
rest area and got into the back with Bobby. His dour expression and
forceful demeanor upset Bobby. But bred to be compliant, Bobby sat quietly
as Johnson removed all of Bobby's clothing, even his special
underpants. Then Johnson frightened Bobby further when he restrained each
of Bobby's arms with velvet straps sewn into the upholstery.

As he exited the passenger compartment, Johnson turned, and with a softer
expression, said, "I'm sorry, Bobby. Be quiet. It's for your own good. I
love you." Bobby sniffled quietly for the rest of the ride home.

After circling around the big fountain in the middle of the drive, Johnson
stopped the car in front of the door, and once again, climbed in back with
Bobby. He undid the restraints and kissed Bobby's cheek. He then got out,
scurried around to the passenger side, and opened the door.

As Bobby exited naked from the door of the long black limousine, Johnson
whispered, "I love you, Bobby," then said sharply, "You will speak only
when spoken to, boy!"

He turned quickly before Bobby could see his tears and ran back to the
driver's door, slamming it before sobs racked his body. Slowly, he turned
the key in the ignition and left Bobby on the drive, the sharp gravel
digging into the soft soles of his feet.


"AHEM!" came from doorway. Bobby turned and saw his favourite man in the
world standing, and oddly not smiling, at the front door.

Bobby rushed forward, but was immediately stopped as his feet were jabbed
by the gravel. He looked up and said, "Daddy? It hurts." He even raised his
arms for Daddy to pick him up and carry him across the remaining 10" and
onto the soft rug of the foyer.

But Daddy just stood there. His blank expression confusing since Daddy had
never looked at Bobby without a smile. But Bobby hesitated.

"Come. Here." Daddy said pointing to spot just in front of him. If Bobby
had not seen his Daddy's lips move, he would have thought it was his uncle
talking to his cousin. Daddy had never spoken so harshly to Bobby.

Bobby hesitated.

"COME. HERE. NOW!"

Bobby was more frightened than he had ever been, but somehow he managed to
move slowly across the gravel, the adrenaline numbing the pain in his
feet. He hesitated again as he looked up at Daddy from the bottom
step. Bobby was too frightened to feel the tears as they slowly ran down
his cheeks.

"NOW!"

Daddy grabbed Bobby's hand as he reached the top step, and said, "When I
call you, you come. Do you hear me, boy?"

Bobby choked out, "Yes, Daddy."

"That's good."

"Daddy, what's..."

Daddy yanked Bobby's hand sharply, and said, "Only speak when spoken to. Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Bobby hung his head feeling the cool air conditioning hit his
tear-stained cheek.

With a firm grip on his hand, Daddy led him up the stairs to the right wing
of the big house. Stopping when they reached the door to Bobby's room. The
baby blue letters spelling out, "Bobby's Room," had been rearranged. The
big "B" was gone and the "o" was moved to replace the second little "b." It
now said, "boy's Room." boy looked at Daddy quizzically.

"Daddy?"

boy cried out as he felt a sharp smack on his bottom. It was no more
painful than the slap one might use to kill a mosquito, but since Bobby had
never once been spanked by his Daddy, boy didn't understand and began to
cry.

For the first time in his life, Daddy truly understood the phrase, "This
hurts me more than it does you." He fought back tears as he led boy to the
big hall mirror. On the table beneath the mirror was a shiny black collar.
The kind one might place around the neck of a Rottweiler or German
Shepherd.  Sharp looking silver spikes stuck out 1/2" from the 2" wide band
of leather. A big silver buckle gleamed at the back. Letting go of boy's
hand, Daddy picked up the collar and turned it around to show boy the
little heart shaped tag that hung from a ring on the front. It was baby
blue and engraved into its surface was simply the word, "boy."