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Living in Hell
by Y. Lee Coyote (yleecoyote@lycosmail.com)
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This story is for Tommy who told me of some similar
horrors he was forced to endure until he was well into
college. (MF, Fdom/b, fb, nc, v, ped, huml, cast)
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Author's Note: The following story is fiction. It
contains scenes of humiliation, spankings, parental
abuse, castration and non-consensual activities in a
fem-dom environment and gay sex. If such subjects are
offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e.,
child) please leave now. The story is presented as an
attachment in the first of a series communications with
an editor.
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COMMUNICATION #1
To: Ms. Sabrina Kenworth, Editor of Women's Press
From: Jenny Kanine
Subject: Tommy's Manuscript
My Dear Sabrina,
As we have discussed I have amalgamated parts of the
journal of Thomas Cook, my dear step- son, into a
coherent narrative. I was really surprised at how well
he wrote and how he respected the superiority of his
betters. As you would expect there was a lot of
repetition over the almost five year period covered in
the journal. I have, of course, eliminated all of that
as well as cleaning up the spelling and grammar errors.
It is a shame that he was taken from us on our trip in
Tijuana. The authorities say that kidnapped boys like
him are never found. The demand for white, blue-eyed,
golden haired boys is so great that they disappear
quickly. Yes, occasionally (years later) one is found
wondering in some distant port where they are just prey
to violent human monsters but so damaged that if they
were animals they would be destroyed. The ones that
eventually talk claim to miss their previous lives of
horror.
Occasionally, I have interjected some comments into the
boy's narrative to explain things that he did not
understand. He changed the title several times, but
I've kept his last one.
Most sororally yours,
Jenny
LIVING IN HELL
Extracts from the Journal of Thomas Cook
Edited by Jenny Kanine
** Age 8 ** Like Father, Like Son.
I'm Boy to my family. In school my teachers call me Tom
and my classmates, Tommy. Only my real mother, she is
with the angels, called me Thomas. She died a long time
ago when I was really a little boy. I don't remember
very much about mommy Laverne but she was beautiful and
we loved each other. After that dad got another mother
for us. She is very strict and makes both dad and me do
just what she says. If we don't do what she says right
away she spanks us. Yes, she even spanks daddy. I saw
it for the first time last week. I had gotten up to
pee-pee in the middle of the night. Mommy was yelling
at daddy just like she yells at me. "Sandy, since you
act like a little boy, I going to spank you like a
little boy. Now get over here."
"Please, I won't do it again. Promise." said daddy. He
sounded just like I do when mommy is yelling at me.
I went to the top of the stairs and I could see mommy
and daddy in the mirror. I lay on the floor so that
they could not see me. Mommy reached for daddy's belt
and opened it. Then she opened his pants and pulled
them down. Then she pulled down his underpants. I could
see daddy's pee- pee hanging from a lot of hair. I
don't have any hair there. Daddy's pee-pee was so big
that when mommy grabbed it, it stuck out on both sides
of her hand. It was so long that mommy could have put
both hands next to each other to hold it. My pee-pee is
much smaller -- even smaller than my little finger. She
pulled daddy over her lap and picked up her hairbrush.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Daddy was crying and promising just I do when she
spanks me. I did not see his bottom but it was probably
very red, just like my gets. "You stand in the corner
and think about being a good boy, Sandy." Daddy got up
and headed for the corner and I heard the TV come on.
Then I went to the bathroom and back to bed.
I never made it back to bed though. Mommy came upstairs
to use the bathroom and saw me going back to bed. "I
had to pee-pee, mother." I said, hoping that she would
not yell at me for being out of bed past my bedtime.
I was just getting back into bed, when mommy yelled for
me. I ran back to the bathroom. She was pointing at the
toilet. "You did not flush, again, naughty boy." I
could see the yellow water. She took my hand and led me
back to the bedroom and sat on my bed. I was pulled
across her lap and she spanked me hard (as always) with
her hand. In just a minute I was crying but she
continued spanking. I was bawling when she stopped and
put me back in bed. I cried for a very long time just
like daddy.
I had trouble sitting in school the next day. When I
got home and undressed my bottom was still red and
sensitive. Mommy says that clothes are very expensive
and I'm not allowed to wear them in the house most of
the time and only during the winter in the yard. Mommy
says that little boys have nothing to hide and this way
I'm always ready for a spanking.
Mommy thinks that's important because I'm always
getting into trouble. Spanking trouble. She does not
like the bother of having to pull down my shorts.
She does not even let me get dressed when people visit.
It not so bad when it just grownups but the little
girls always stare at me. Mommy says that I should not
care and makes me stand still while they look and touch
me. A lot of them like to watch me pee-pee.
Daddy always tells me that I must listen to mommy just
like he does.
** Age 8 ** Wishes
I was missing my real mommy a lot today. Daddy tried to
make me feel better and read to me from my favorite
book -- Peter Pan. Daddy does it very nicely but it's
not like when my real mommy read it to me so long ago.
I wish that mommy Laverne was still here and that I was
Peter Pan. How nice it must be to sail and fight with
pirates.
** Age 9 ** Daddy Gets Fixed
This year daddy been very sick and been going to the
doctor a lot. The medicines that he's been taken made
him tried and even made his hair fall out so that he is
as smooth on top as my little bottom is. One day, daddy
went to a different doctor. The one that mommy works
for. I don't know what kind of doctor is but the cards
say: "Urology". Mommy says that she is going to work
with the doctor and fix daddy real good. Mommy also
says a lot of men need to be fixed and if they were the
world be a nicer, more peaceful place.
Because mommy is so busy helping and caring for daddy,
cousin Barbara came to stay for a few days. Mommy said
that I must do what cousin Barbara tells me just like I
must listen to her. Cousin Barbara is almost a grown up
for she is thirteen; that's already a teenager. Mommy
made me get across cousin Barbara's lap like I was
going to get spanked. "See how nicely he fits on your
lap, Barbara. If he gives any trouble at all, just
spank him hard."
"Yes, aunt Shirley, I surely will." and she slapped my
bottom a few times.
Cousin Barbara also gave me my bath. It was pretty much
like mommy doing it but she rubbed harder. She was very
rough when she washed my pee-pee. She even stuck her
finger into my bottom hole to make sure that it was
clean.
I had to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag because
she slept in my bed.
After mommy fixed daddy, he was OK. He got his hair
back and we played a lot.
** Age 10 ** Like Father, Like Son; Reprise
One day daddy and me went to play in the park. We were
having so much fun playing ball that we forgot to go
home on time. Mommy was very, very mad. She yelled at
us both for a long time. She said that we were two
naughty little boys and were going to be spanked. All
daddy said was "Yes, ma'am." and I said "Yes, mommy".
Then right there with aunt Shirley and cousins Barbara
and Ruth Ann, both daddy and I got spanked.
Usually by the time I'm in the house this long I've
gotten undressed already but since mommy was yelling at
me I could not do that. Aunt Shirley said that she
would take care of the cooking so as mommy undressed
daddy right there in front of everyone, Barbara and
Ruth Ann undressed me. Mommy pulled daddy across her
lap and using the big wooden spoon that she cooks with
spanked daddy. Daddy's bottom turned red just like mine
does and he was crying just like I do.
When mommy led daddy to the corner, I got to see his
pee-pee. There was less hair about it like the last
time I saw it and it was smaller. Actually, I did not
see daddy's pee-pee this time because mommy was using
it to lead daddy and did not stick out like it did the
first time I saw it.
Cousin Barbara did not wait for mommy to spank me or to
tell her do it. She just pulled me across her lap and
held me in place. She just used her hand and spanked
real hard. I was soon crying and my bottom was flaming
hot. Ruth Ann thought that she should help. She picked
up the flyswatter and started to use it on me. It
really hurt a lot! It was as big as mommy's hand and
wrapped around my cheeks even more. I really bawled.
Barbara put me in the corner.
When we had dinner, I was, as always, naked but so was
daddy. Mommy said: "Naughty little boys who are spanked
don't need any clothes." Aunt Shirley added that it was
not proper for little boys to show their pubes to young
ladies and that it was time for Barbara to learn how to
shave a boy. Mommy said she was absolutely right. She
told me to watch TV and took daddy to the bathroom.
I heard him ask "Please don't, dear." but she told him
to be quiet. A little latter, they came back and daddy
did not have any hair by his pee-pee, on his chest or
under his arms. He was very quiet. Barbara and Ruth Ann
were both very happy and said that was a lot of fun.
** Age 10 ** Tragedy and Changes
The second most terrible thing happened today. Daddy
and aunt Shirley were killed by hit and run driver
while walking on the sidewalk downtown. Everyone cried
a lot. There was not very much money because there was
no insurance. Now mommy has look after Barbara, Ruth
Ann and me. The house is very small. Barbara and Ruth
Ann got what was my room and my bed was put into the
big storage closet with the door removed.
Mommy has to work very hard to support us and I was
constantly in the charge of my cousins. They had full
authority over me, even the flyswatter loving Ruth Ann
who was a year younger, and were around all the time.
They were there only a few days and Ruth Ann told me to
do something but I refused because I was playing. Well
she told mommy and I got a big spanking. Mommy was very
annoyed that I did not do what she had told me to. She
kept spanking even after I was bawling and then I had
to stay in the corner for a long time.
I had to apologize to Ruth Ann for not obeying her and
then ask her to spank me. Ruth Ann was a big girl even
then and bigger than me. She took me across her lap for
the first time with mommy and Barbara watching. My
little pee-pee was between her legs and she held it
tight. With her left hand about my waist she started to
spank my still red sore bottom. She hit hard -- not as
hard as mommy -- but it hurt. She made me cry. A little
girl younger than me and she made me cry. It was even
worse than when mommy spanks me because mommy is a
grownup. I even was bawling again.
Ruth Ann held me until I stopped crying all the time
telling that she would spank me harder and longer every
time I misbehaved. Then she said that she would give me
my bath and put me to bed. It was only five o'clock and
we did not have supper yet. She led me to the bathtub
and filled it with cold water and scrubbed me very hard
with the rough washcloth.
I begged her to be gentle but she told me to be quiet
before the soap got into my eyes and mouth. I just
suffered in silence as she punished me. After the bath
she made me go pee-pee while she watched and said she
would put me in a diaper if I didn't make. I'm going to
try very hard to do what Ruth Ann says because she
really punishes me.
After school started there was a whole new set of
embarrassments. Both Barbara and Ruth Ann would bring
their friends and classmates to visit. They all
inspected me and watched how my cousins spanked me.
They always found reasons to spank me. Sometime they
even had boys over. Barbara's boy friends did not
really care about me generally provided that I stayed
away from them. I don't know what happened but Barbara
got upset with me when Chuck was here. She was going to
spank me, but he said he would do it.
He was a big guy like dad was so he could pick me up
with just one hand. Once he had me over his lap he held
me in place so that I could not move and spanked me
very, very hard. I was bawling after just a few SPANKS.
I'm going to hide when Barbara's boy friends are
around.
Ruth Ann's friends, both the boys as well as the girls,
like watching and helping Ruth Ann making me do tricks
like a dog. The boys said that my pee-pee was very
small -- smaller than they had; even smaller than their
little brothers'. Then after a few months there was a
change -- it got worse. Ruth Ann made friends with some
of my classmates and they also saw me naked and doing
tricks. Everyone in the class was always laughing at
me. Some of them said that I did not need clothes in
class because everyone had seen me naked.
** Age 10 ** Economics in the Fifth Grade.
Mommy figured out two more ways to save money. First
mommy got an electric hair clipper and started to give
me a crew cut every week. She did not do it very well
and not only was I laughed at for having a crew cut but
a bad one at that.
She also made me wear Ruth Ann's hand-me-downs.
Fortunately not the dresses and skirts but it was
almost as bad. Ruth Ann had some plain white dress
shirts that looked like mine and mommy said that they
had lots of wear left in them. They looked OK and I did
not object to them. I found out in class that they were
not the same. Girls' shirts button right over left
while boys' shirts left over right and someone in the
class knew that and saw the difference. I was laughed
at for wearing a girls' shirt. The same thing happened
with some of Ruth Ann's jeans. She had both boys' and
girls' types. You can guess what happened with the
girls types.
I was only allowed to wear jeans when it was very cold.
Mommy said that little boys wore shorts -- short
shorts. It was good for little boys' legs to be
uncovered she explained. She got the kind with an
elastic waist and without a fly so I had to pull them
down to pee-pee.
I was very afraid that the guys would also find out
about Ruth Ann's panties. Mommy said they fit just fine
and that I did not need a fly but could pull them down
when I had to pee-pee. It was a disaster the very first
day. It was very cold and I was wearing girls' jeans. I
had opened my belt and zipper and lifted my pee-pee
over the lowered waist band of the panties when some of
the other guys came into the toilet. They saw what I
was doing and Paul started making nasty remarks. "The
sissy boy can not find his little pee-pee to take it
out through his fly."
As they all laughed he reached over and snapped the
waist band of the panties. "Hey, these baby blue things
are panties; GIRLS' PANTIES." Then he yanked down my
jeans and panties. Everyone laughed hysterically at me.
Now they could see the label in the jeans showing that
they were girls'. They called me a sissy for wearing
girls' panties and jeans. I still had to pee but they
did not let me. Instead they pushed me out the door and
across the hall to the girls' toilet. Of course, my
pee-pee was sticking out as the jeans and panties were
both pulled down.
There were some girls in there and they grabbed me so I
was now under control of some girls instead of some
boys. Before anything else could happen, Ruth Ann walks
in. I heard Paul tell her "Your sister is in the boys'
room and wants to pee." She's embarrassed that I'm in
the wrong room and does not care that it not my fault.
"You have to pee-pee?" she asked.
"Yes, Ruth Ann." I answer. I get into trouble if I'm
not respectful and polite to her.
The end toilet is missing the stall walls. Ruth Ann
leads me there by the ear and orders me to pee- pee
with all the other girls watching. A couple of them
want to aim and hold my pee-pee. It takes me quite a
while. When I'm done she sits on the bench, pulls me
over her lap and spanks me. There are at least a dozen
girls there -- several from my class. She tell me that
I better not be caught in the girls' room again. I run
out crying. The boys are there making the 'shame,
shame' sign with their fingers, yelling "crybaby" and
laughing at me.
Ruth Ann thanks Paul for his help. (What help??) "He
such a naughty baby and needs watching all the time."
Then she sighed and adds: "I have to spank him almost
every day."
"Glad to be able to help." With that he slaps my ass
hard and orders: "Back to class, little girl or daddy
will have to spanky-spanky."
Soon everyone in fourth and fifth grades knows that my
little sister spanked me without even a single word of
protest from me. Nobody even wants to talk to me
anymore.
** Age 11 ** Water Sports
It was a worse than usual day today -- we went to the
lake. Both Barbara and Ruth Ann brought a girl friend
along. Barbara's friend also brought Bill, her twelve
year old brother. I though that I might have fun with
him while the girls played with each other. Things did
not get off to a good start. I did not have a bathing
suit and had to play in my underwear. Worse was that it
was hand- me-down of plain white cotton. From a
distance it look sort of like the Speedos that Bill
wore but when it got wet it became transparent and it
was like I was naked. All the girls had two-piece
suits, even Ruth Ann who is as flat as I am.
Mommy had gone to lady's room and we were all talking
on blanket waiting the hour after lunch before we were
allowed to go back into the water. Bill asked why I was
wearing girls' panties. Everyone laughed and I did not
know what to say. Barbara said that I had nothing to
hide so it did not matter what I wore. Everyone kept
laughing. Then Bill said that he had lots to hide and
his sister giggled. Everyone could see that there was a
big bulge in his suit. "I even have a big bush." he
boasted. Then he got up on his knees and pulled down
the front of his suit to prove it. Not only did he have
a big bush but a big pee-pee. No one laughed at him.
Ruth Ann told me to show what I had. I begged not to
but she said if I didn't, she would take the panties
back right now leaving me naked for the rest of the
day. So I got on my knees and pulled the front down and
back very fast. "No, no; all the way!" said Barbara and
she yanked then down completely so everyone could see
that I did not have even a single hair by my little
pee-pee. Then I was allowed to pull them back up. I
looked like I had a sunburn all over.
Later in the afternoon, the girls did not want to swim
any more but Bill and I stayed in the water. He threw
me around like daddy did when I was little. When he
accidentally pulled off my panties, he just helped me
put them back on. I decided then that Bill is really
nice.
At the end of the day, mommy went to the rented locker
to change out of her bathing suit and when she came
back, the girls went. While mommy was packing up, she
called Bill and me out of water. As the girls came back
mommy said to hurry and change. Then Barbara handed
mommy some money and said that she returned the key and
got the deposit back. Bill was almost finished drying
himself off by then and Barbara apologized to him for
returning the key.
Bill just laughed and pulled down his wet suit and
continued to dry himself. "No problem, Barbara. I'll
just give all you girls a thrill; a big thrill." He was
laughing as he put on his shorts.
I was still dripping wet, in my wet panties, with the
towel in my hand. Mommy took the towel and started to
dry me. I objected and said that I could do it myself.
She said: "If you could, boy, you would be dressed like
Bill is already; one more word and I'll spank you." She
just pulled off my wet panties and continued to dry me.
The girls and even Bill giggled at me.
I said, "Please, mommy..."
"I warned you, boy." She sat down on the ice chest and
pulled me over her lap and spanked me hard. I was soon
crying. I'm sure everyone on the beach was watching.
Then she put my wet panties and the wet towel into the
wet-stuff-bag. My shorts were missing. I was left naked
with tears on my face and a hot, red behind. Ruth Ann
and her friend each took one of my hands and led me. As
we walked back to the car we passed zillions of people
on the beach, at the food stand, by the restaurant and
in the parking lot. They all could see my tears, my
little pee-pee and just spanked red hot behind. Barbara
and her friend did not want to be seen with me so they
went ahead. Mommy and Bill walked behind but not very
close.
At the car, Bill grabbed the sun tan lotion and spread
a batch on my hot bottom saying that it would be
soothing. He even tickled my asshole. When we were
getting into the car he said I should sit on his lap so
that I did not stain the seat with the oily stuff. That
surely would save me a spanking. Ruth Ann and her
friend sat in front with mommy and I was on Bill's lap
between Barbara and his sister. Bill told them that I
had a cute red butt and that it was making him hard and
he wanted to fuck me.
Barbara leaned over and whispered that he could and to
come around while mommy was at work. I could feel his
pee-pee through his thin shorts as Bill moved me around
on his lap and it was very hard. The same big muscles
that let Bill throw me around let him keep me just
where he wanted me. He shifted me a couple of times and
also managed to get his fly open because I was feeling
his cock pressing up between my legs. It was like
sitting on an iron pipe of the monkey bars it was so
hard. He had also gotten my legs on the outside of his
so that he could keep them apart.
As the car bounced down the dirt road he kept moving me
around and I felt the end of his cock at my hole. Then
it started to go in. With every bounce it went deeper
and soon it was all in me since he could not pull me
any closer.
Mommy asked us where we wanted to go for dinner. The
vote was three-three so Ruth Ann suggested that only
those with pants could vote. I started to protest but
Bill slipped his hand over my mouth and said that was a
great idea. It was probably good that he did that
because I probably would have been spanked for talking
up. Since Ruth Ann and Bill were for Big Mac and I was
for the Whopper, I was sure that I would be having a
Big Mac.
Mommy was just about to say that when Bill said that
when there is an invalid vote, the whole vote needs to
be redone. Mommy called the roll again and Bill changed
his vote to BK. "Us guys have to stick together." he
whispered into my ear. That was really funny because
his cock was up my butt and how much closer together
sticking together can there be.
I thought mommy would go for the drive-thru but she
parked meaning that we should go inside. This time I
did protest but mommy said it was my own fault for
losing my shorts. Bill pulled off his long t-shirt and
put it on me. It was really not long enough but it
covered most of me although my pee-pee and much of my
red bottom showed. Bill told me to act like I was eight
and he was my big protective brother.
He took my hand and led the way inside. I was
embarrassed and some little kids stared and there were
a lot of whispered comments but not as terrible as I
feared. Bill really had been thinking ahead because by
going first we got through the cashier first so we
could pick the table. He got me the window seat and
then sat by me so that while we were eating I was
covered by the table and protected from my cousins.
When we left he put his arm about my shoulder and held
me close. I felt good being protected like that.
I'm sure that Ruth Ann was very mad at him because she
would have liked me to be totally naked and laughed at.
As we left I heard some dad tell his older son: "See
how a big brother is protective and caring. That's the
way you should be."
Back in the car, I just got on Bill lap and let him
hold me. It really felt nice.
Ed note: As we walked back to the car Bill and I
talked. I told him that I'll have to watch him near my
nieces. He was quite the mature young gentleman. "Have
no fear Mrs. Kanine. Ruth Ann is not ready yet and I'll
ask your permission first. Barbara won't look at anyone
who is not at least a teen. But doesn't Thomas have a
beautiful red sexy butt that is ready for it." I had to
agree with that but did not expect that he would do it
particularly in the car.
** Age 11 ** Cherry Pickin.'
The next day Bill and his sister came over and I learnt
what fucking was. Bill told the girls that they could
watch him take my cherry. I was already naked when they
got there and then Bill stripped. He did not mind being
naked and the girls all admired his body. His pee-pee
was hard and sticking up from a big nest of hair.
Bill said that he wanted a blow job first. I did not
know what that was and he said that was to suck his
cock. He pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock in
my face and said to suck and lick it and that he did
not want to feel any teeth. I was a little scared that
he would hit me because he was talking so tough.
Yesterday, I could feel how strong he was when he held
me on his lap in the car, so I did the best I could.
After a while he grabbed me by the ears and pulled me
back and forth. Then he gave a yell and he filled my
mouth with something but it was not pee. He boasted
that he cummed in my mouth and I swallowed it.
Then he made me kneel on the floor with my face down
and my bottom up like my cousins do when they want to
whip me. He put some petroleum jelly on my hole and
played with it for a while shoving his fingers into me.
It was sort of like when my cousins bathe me but he
used several fingers. The girls were counting as they
watched. Then he held me by the waist and pushed his
hard cock into me. It did not hurt after his fingers
had opened my hole.
Then he thrust in and out. It felt good as he pushed
around inside of me. My pee-pee got hard. Then he gave
another yell and said he shot a big load into my boy-
cunt. The girls applauded and congratulated him on
taking my cherry. I still don't understand since I did
not give him anything but he gave me something. It was
more fun than when he had done it in the car.
He went into the bathroom and washed his cock. When he
came back he offered to fuck the girls but they all
refused. He got dressed. Then the girls made me go
potty and I saw that some strange stuff came out. Then
they gave me a bath so that I would not make a mess
with the grease still on me. Bill watched then did it
with a very big smile on his face. He even pee-peed
while they bathed me not caring that they watched.
He then told them not to tell or let any other guy do
that to me because I was his. He said "I'll beat up
anyone else who does it and deny that I had. Also, that
Ruth Ann is just jealous that I fucked Barbara and
since she's too young and flat-chested."
I hope he does it again like he said.
Ed note: Later entries indicate that he did at least
once a week for the next year.
** Age 11 ** First the Lab, Then the Lecture.
It was a few weeks after Bill took my cheery that I
started to learn about sex in school. I'm really
puzzled by a couple of things. First, when will I get
to puberty and get hair and my penis grow big, like
Bill's and daddy's was before mommy fixed him? Second,
am I homosexual? I like it when he fucks me and I feel
good when I think about him. I don't think about girls
but is that because I have not gotten to puberty or
because I'm gay?
Barbara has been telling me that she wants to 'fix' me
like mommy fixed daddy for a couple of years. I never
thought that I was broken so why should she want to fix
me. In sex education they talked about what 'fixing'
dogs and cats was about. It sounds real horrid that
they cut off their balls. But the teacher explained
that this make the animal more gentle and prevents
unwanted puppies and kittens. It better than having to
kill those little cute things. The teacher also said
that they don't do that to people unless the testicles
are diseased like with cancer.
I asked mommy why she had to fix daddy and she said he
had testicular cancer. Since chemotherapy did not work,
she explained, they had to do it the other way. Daddy
was doing very well and would be alive today if not for
that terrible accident. The only thing was that he
couldn't have any more children but he had you (meaning
me) and was very happy.
** Age 12 ** Wishes that Don't Come True
I asked mom about why I have not reached puberty like
all the other guys in my class. In the shower after
gym, I saw that everyone but me has pubic hair. Mom
felt my penis and testicles and said that they felt OK
but took me to the doctor she works for some tests. A
few days later she said the doctor had ordered that I
get a special injection every two weeks to make me
grow. She gave me the first injection right there.
Barbara and even Ruth Ann wanted to help and she let
them wipe me with the alcohol pads to prevent infection
and to hold me so I would not get hurt moving because
it was a painful injection deep in the muscle.
I'm so glad that I asked.
** Age 12 ** Wishes that Do Come True
It has been almost year of the bi-weekly injections to
make me grow up.
Not only did I not start puberty, but I have not even
grown in height. I'm the smallest kid in school and
everyone picks one me. It certainly does not help that
I have to wear Ruth Ann's hand-me-downs particularly in
gym. One of the favorite jokes is that I wear panties
rather briefs with a fly because my pee-pee is so small
that it wouldn't stick out far enough to pee without
getting my pants wet.
I asked mom about it again. She examined me and said my
balls were just about to drop and it was time for a
special injection which she would do on Friday. Mommy
had asked Bill to be there to help. It was necessary
that my bottom be filled and she thought that I would
like Bill to do that rather than use a dildo. After
dinner she got the stuff and had me sit on Bill's lap.
Yes, that was fun because his big hard cock was up my
butt.
Barbara and Ruth Ann held my legs far apart and Bill
had me in a bear hug. Then mom did the injections --
one into each ball. It hardly hurt at all and mom said
she was proud of her little boy for being so good. All
four of them gave my balls a gentle squeeze and said
that I was their little boy. The girls added that they
wished I would be forever. Bill said he was looking
forward to my prick becoming a real cock so that he
could play with it.
Barbara was especially nice and glad that she could
help mom fixing me. They all laughed. I laughed too
because I though she was just kidding me. Mom broke the
needle and gathered everything up while Bill put me on
the floor and fucked me until he came. When I took the
stuff to the garbage I saw that she had injected me
with something called Neutersol (see
http://www.eunuch.org/Alpha/B/newea_03013Boy_Neut.htm).
I have no idea what that is.
Mother checked me every day for a week to make sure
that my balls were OK. They were not swollen nor tender
which was good. But they got very small and soon I
could hardly feel them. I asked mom about this. She
said: "I fixed you so that you would be my little boy -
- forever. Little boys have little balls and little
pee-pees and yours will always be tiny-tiny. You'll
never have to shave or worry about cancer like your
daddy had. Your voice will stay sweet like it is and
your body nice and smooth. You wished that you were
Peter Pan so many times. Well, my little boy, your wish
will happen for, just like Peter Pan, you'll never grow
up."
I cried a lot for a few days. Mommy got me some new
clothes that she said was just right for a little boy.
My new shorts have a real zipper fly and a belt. My new
briefs have superman on them.
** Age 12 ** Tragedy Once Again
Mommy said that we would go to Mexico for a few days
and have fun on the beaches. I'm looking forward to
that trip next month.
Ed note: Unfortunately Tommy's journal end here. While
we were driving south we stopped in Tijuana for the
night and he was kidnapped. The authorities said there
was no hope. Now after seven years we never expect to
even find his bones. May he be with his dear mother,
Laverne, in that other world?
COMMUNICATION #2.
To: Ms. Sabrina Kenworth, Editor of Women's Press
From: Molly Shamus, Hush Hush Investigators, Inc.
Subject: Tommy Cook
**** CONFIDENTIAL REPORT ****
Not to be used other than as per contract.
We have investigated what might have happened to Tommy
Cook starting in Tijuana some seven years ago. The only
positive identification possible is the subject's right
thumb print to compare with the print left by his inky
finger on his journal.
There were three possibilities.
1 -- It was just a random, local crime. In this case
there would not be anything to find particularly at
this late date. It is most likely that the subject was
mistreated by the kidnapper or operator of a pedo-
brothel and is now deceased and the body disposed of.
2 -- It was a crime by a dealer. This is unlikely but a
distinct possibility. The result would be the same as
either #1 or #3.
3 -- The boy was sold to a dealer in boys. Tracing the
subject was conceivably possible.
Our agents were able to uncover the major agent for
such a dealer in that area and time, who since he has
since retired and as the time for prosecution has
passed was willing (for a fee) to discuss the matter.
The subject was indeed sold by a woman using the name
June Kleaver to this agent. The incident was memorable
not just because of the fine condition and risky
modifications that had been made to the subject but for
his attitude.
The subject had been chemically castrated just before
puberty so that there was no trace. The subject had
also been treated with an anti- growth chemical for a
year so that he was not going to grow even another
millimeter. He was healthy, unmarked, with good teeth,
fair of skin, blue eyes, blond hair, docile and
intelligent. In short, the subject was an extremely
valuable property; worth far more than the woman
realized. He was quickly re-sold to a middle east
dealer.
The subject was unusual during the time the agent had
him. Here is his first person report.
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He never was any trouble and totally accepted his fate.
He was in the room watching when I paid the woman. The
woman told him to go with me and to be a good boy. He
just said: "Yes, mommy." His very first question when I
took him away was: "Did she get a good price for me?"
He laughed when I told him no. He said that he expected
that he was going to be sold after his stepmother fixed
him as she had fixed his father. He asked about where
he was going and hoped that it would be nicer than with
his step-mom and step-sisters (cousins). He looked
forward to the sea voyage and asked if he would be able
to steer the ship. He was the only boy I had ever had
who wanted a new name (which he would have gotten
anyway) -- Peter Pan since he would never grow up.
His only regret was that he did not have the picture of
him with his real parents which was in his journal
hidden in the attic back home. I got him a blank book
for which he was very thankful. I read his first entry.
++++
They were always mean and cruel to me. They treated me
worse than a bad dog. In addition she stopped my
growing, then she fixed me and yesterday she sold me.
I'm going to start a new life.
I've been reborn. I've picked a new name -- PETER PAN!
I'm going to be a boy forever.
++++
Within the great expanses of the hot sands, he changed
hands a couple of times to become the became the
property of an oil rich sheik with a large harem and
lot of children. He is the living boy-toy of the
children. He is very shy, even fearful, of the girls
but still totally obedient. He likes to play the
"naughty boy" in their games and be spanked. The boys
find him an easy mark for their rough and tumble games
for he is easily beaten by even nine year olds. He is
also used sexually by the boys and really seems to
enjoy it.
The subject is not for sale as the sheik is very happy
that he is such a good toy for his children. For this
reason he is treated very well proven by the fact that
he lives with the children sharing their food, housing
and games with the same medical care and schooling.
++++
If we can be of any further assistance, please don't
hesitate to call on our firm.
COMMUNICATION #3
To: Ms. Sabrina Kenworth, Editor of Women's Press
From: Jenny Kanine
Subject: Tommy's Manuscript
My Dear Sabrina,
Certainly you may have the original manuscript. I've
sent it to you by express post.
Jenny
COMMUNICATION #4
To: Ms. Molly Shamus, Hush Hush Investigators
From: Sabrina Kenworth, Editor of Women's Press
Subject: Peter Pan
Here is the photograph that Peter wishes for. It was,
just as he said, hidden in his first journal. He is
welcome to that also, but it is full of horrors and
demons.
Enclosure
COMMUNICATION #5
Dear Ms. Sabrina Kenworth,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sending me
the photograph. It the one and only thing that I
treasure from my previous life.
I've put it into my journal of these much happier
times.
Thank you for adding joy to my heart.
Peter Pan
The End
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and
con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions.
E-mail: YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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