The Adventures of Stevie #102
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 13 in this story, in year 3 of his special school. It's
Spring, just after his 13th birthday.
The Adventures of Stevie #102 "The Party Pooper"
Dear Carlos,
I'm 13 now! I don't feel any different. I'm touching myself all over
to make sure of that, but you can't see me do it. Sorry. I had a kind
of birthday party. I don't like the usual kids' parties, so this wasn't
like it. My party was like an adult party, in a formal ballroom, in the
evening. We had so many important guests we had to have a bunch of
security people watching for things. Father was in charge of that. I
recognized some of his team members from the school. They knew I did,
but didn't let on they were my friends. Not while on the job. They are
good people, and very professional.
All was going well. I was going around and saying hello to my
friends, when I saw Chad come out of the hallway which leads to
bathroom, looking mad. He signaled to me urgent conference. I went to
him, and he told me one of the security guards had slapped him in the
nuts while they were walking by each other. He was so surprised, he
didn't do anything about it. He thought he should tell me first. I said
I would see if he does that to me, and then take care of him. I told
Chad to pass the word to people who might, not to interfere with me. I
was angry. Nobody should to that to anybody, specially not an adult to
a child. And to do it to beautiful affectionate Chad? That was the
worst part. He is the least person to do something like that too. I
went into the hallway and saw the guard still there. He was a big man.
Not fat, but well muscled. He walked toward me as I walked toward him.
When we were passing each other, he slapped ME in the nuts. I don't
know if you understand how hard it was for me to let him to that to me,
who could kill him lots of different ways before he could move an inch.
It was. It hurt. I let myself bend over in reaction. Then I looked
afraid at him, and waddled into the bathroom. I made the pain go away,
and flushed a urinal and made the water run in a sink, to make him
think I was there for a good reason. Then I came out.
He was standing up against the wall right next to the bathroom door.
I knew that, because auras don't care about walls. I could see his
while I was still in the bathroom. He moved when I came out. I twisted
like in surprise, and swung my body around, with my arms out like for
balance, and planted a bent middle finger in his chest just below the
breastbone. Not very far in, but enough to make him want to bend over
and want to throw up. I said "Oh! Sorry. You startled me. Here, let me
help you. You don't want to make a mess out here where people can see
you." I helped him into the bathroom, and positioned him in a stall,
standing feet apart, bent over the toilet so he could throw up. Then,
while he was in that position, I backed up a pace, and stepped forward
and swung up my leg and foot in a very fast whiplike kick up under his
butt between his legs from behind, right into his nuts. There was a
loud slap sound, and he fainted from the nerve shock. I guided him to
the floor so he wouldn't bang his head, or drown in the toilet.
I kicked him exactly that way so it would knock him out, but still
leave him with some pain when he woke up, but without leaving a mark or
permanently injuring him. I hoped. I needed him unconscious so I could
get to his gun and take the bullets out of it. I had more plans for
him, and didn't want to risk him shooting anybody by accident when he
woke up and came looking for me. Not that I would be hard to find. I
wrapped the bullets in his handkerchief, and put it in my suit coat
pocket, and put his gun back. Then I went out to the main room. By then
father knew about the nut slaps. He signaled to me to do nothing about
it. I signaled I had a work in progress, and wait. He wasn't happy, but
he couldn't do much about it, in front of everybody at my birthday
party. I was sorry for putting him in that position, but I had to see
it through, for the sake of future boys that guard would hurt, and for
the guard himself.
10 minutes later, the guard came out looking not too happy. He
couldn't figure out which part of himself he wanted to grab first. I
came up beside him and said, "Sir, you look like you should sit down.
Let me help you." He didn't want any help from ME, but I didn't let
that stop me from guiding him to a chair near a far wall nobody nobody
else was near to. The fact I had his elbow in a crushing grip he was
powerless to escape from, made it not so hard to do. I sat him in the
chair and stood beside him so we both faced the room, with my fingers
of one hand buried in his shoulder and the side of his neck. I said
through my teeth without moving my lips so no nobody but him could know
what I was saying, "If you move in a way I don't like, you die
instantly." I played with my very strong fingers which were grabbing
him, to prove that. He got the message. I said "Good. Don't say a
thing. I will do all the talking. If we work this right, you might get
out of the mess you caused, with your life. If I walk away before we
settle this, you will probably be torn to pieces by my friends, because
your boss will want to wait until this function is over, before killing
you himself. No, don't reach for your gun. You can't shoot it because I
removed the bullets while you were out. I just don't want you to scare
the guests with it. Put your arms behind the back of the chair and keep
them there. Hook your feet back around outside the legs of the chair."
I tightened my fingers a little, and he did it. "I'm warning you, I can
kill you before you can blink, even from 5 feet away from you. Try me,
and that will be the last thing you will ever know. Or I might leave
you to my friends."
I moved around in front of him and said more comfortably, "Now we can
talk. Just me, not you, because this room is full of lip readers, and
you do NOT want them to know what you might say. You can nod or shake
your head to me, to answer my questions. You can guess what will happen
if you don't answer." I will write it as if he said yes or no. "Are you
a new hire? I thought so, or you wouldn't have done what you did. You
don't know much about your boss. He knows what you did, and is furious.
I don't think you understand how bad it is what you did. You sexually
assaulted children, a felony, on the job, working for him. Did you
really expect he would let you live after that, with his reputation?
Oh, you didn't know. Well, you should check out your bosses before you
go to work for them. It gets worse. Do you know what this function is
for? I'll tell you later. Do you know who the people here are? I'll
tell you that now. See that beautiful blonde standing next to that tall
grey haired man? The one with her arm through the red haired young
man's arm? I see you do. Well, Jan is a very good friend of mine, who
wants to rip your balls off right now, and she can. Her father near her
is a Senator. See the family from Africa? The man is a grandson of the
ruler of his country. See the man who is talking to him? Look harder. I
see you recognize the Director. There is a Cardinal here too, and the
Chief of Police. They ALL know what you did. Your first victim, my very
good friend Chad, has told them all. It's fortunate for you he checked
with me first, before he killed you. He can. He's another one of my
fighting students. The other guards know too, now. All of them are
trying not to make it obvious, but they are all looking at us, and
watching with a lot of curiosity what I'm going to do with you."
"By the way, did you know your boss on this job has a son? He does.
What do you think he looks like? You guessed it. He's my father. Now
you know why I can do what I said I can do. I'm his best student.
That's why he wants to kill you, not just for attacking a boy, but for
attacking his son, and AT HIS OWN BIRTHDAY PARTY. That's right. These
guests, ALL of them, are my very good friends, and are here for my
party. I'm 13 today. Now do you see how much trouble you are in? I'm
trying to save your life, and maybe your career. Cooperate, and prove
you are worth my effort. Do you agree?" He was looking much more sick
now, even though most of the effects of my strikes had warn off. He
nodded. Good. I said "Now I have some questions. You can answer
silently however you wish, but I will know if you lie, even if you
don't answer. Are you sexually attracted to young boys? I see you are.
Have you ever forced sex on a boy? I see you haven't. Fortunate for
you. Unfortunate you substitute violence for sex. It doesn't work. It
can't make you feel better, or better about yourself. It CAN get you in
big trouble, which you are finding out. Do you like little girls too?
So they are safe from you. What about adults? Men? Women? So you are
gay too. At least you can find some legal partners, to help you stay
off kids."
"Now we have to figure out what's going to happen to you. If I let
you go, and tell everybody not to hurt you, which they won't then,
because I am their boss, will you ever try to hurt any more boys? Oh,
you don't believe I'm their boss? Use your brain. They know what you
did, and they love me, but they are not doing anything about it and to
you, because I told Chad to tell them I said not to. Well, are you
going to hurt any more boys? If you ever do, and I will probably find
out about it, the mistake will be mine, and I WILL correct it. Say your
decision out loud." I stood aside. He said "I will never hurt a child
as long as I live." He meant it, but I don't know if he will always
mean it. Most of the people in the room relaxed a little then. I could
feel it, and so could he. His eyes went really wide at that, because he
realized all I said was the truth.
I said "You are safe, for now. There is one little thing you should
know, which might make you want to bust your own balls again and again.
You picked the one boy here to bust his balls, the very affectionate
Chad, who might have loved you all the way, if you have been a friend
to him and asked him nicely. Now that can never happen. Don't even
think about trying. It's your very great loss, which you caused
yourself."
"What we need to do next is to try to save your career. When I say,
you will leave this function, and this job. Don't look back, just walk
out. Try not to look afraid. When you get home, write out a report
about all this, and drop it off at my father's office early tomorrow
morning. Don't stick around. A full and honest report. Include
everything, no matter how bad it makes you look. My father doesn't care
about sexuality, only about how people behave. Be as honest as you can.
If you are sorry, say that too, as well as you can. Don't plead. I will
report too, so he will know the truth. Do a good job of it, and it
could save your health, and maybe your career. Include in it a separate
letter to Chad, with an apology. I will see he gets it. Do you agree to
all this?" He said "I do, and thanks." He stood up and shook my hand. I
surprised him with my strength. I said "Your balls still hurt?" He
nodded. I said "I'll fix that." I gave him enough of a shot of healing
and love energy to stop the pain, because I can undo the pain I make,
and he was REALLY surprised. I said "Don't underestimate people. I'm
more than I look. These are all MY loyal friends, not my father's. Go,
and good luck. Here are your bullets." I gave him the bundle, and he
walked straight out.
I gave a thumbs up sign to the crowd, and they relaxed even more. The
guards, too. Then I went to tell father everything which happened. That
didn't take very long, because we know each other so well, and can
signal so well, we can talk an awful lot real fast with just a few
actual words. Then I went to Chad and hugged him, and told him he would
get a letter of apology from the guard. I said "I'll tell you more
after we get home." He was going to sleep over, but I suspected we
wouldn't get much sleep. I would tell the rest of the team at school.
The rest of the party went alright. I told everybody before, NO gifts.
They didn't listen. I got things I didn't want, and didn't have any
place to keep. I don't really like birthday parties, but other people
do, so I put up with them for my friends. One thing happened which was
unusual, so I'll tell you about it.
Rod and Davie gave me some of their old clothes. The best gifts at
the party. I had to tell everybody about it, because they didn't
understand what it meant to me. I said "These are very special gifts,
even though they might not seem that important. When I wear clothes my
loving brothers wore, it's like they are hugging me with love all the
time, even though we are miles apart. That's what I feel, and they know
it. What they gave me today makes me more happy than I can say." I
hugged them with love, and made everybody else feel it too. Davie and
Rod and I dripped a few tears, and I think a lot of other people had
not so dry eyes, too.
After the party was over, the guests left. I thanked and hugged each
one with love, at the door. Then I went around and did that with the
guards. I could tell they wanted to know all about what happened, but
knew not to ask. Then Zack and Glena drove me and Dan and Chad home.
Father stayed to close the place down. It was late. When we were
undressing in the bedroom, Glena called us out to have some ice cream.
When we finished undressing and went out, I could see by her face what
she had in mind. So did Chad and Dan. I didn't drip any on me, but do
you think that made any difference? I made enough noise that night to
wake the whole neighborhood. Well, almost. They took turns licking me
all over, which tickled me a lot, but when they did that to my nuts, I
went absolutely crazy. I really mean that. What else would that be when
somebody says Stop, and Don't Stop, and Stop, and Don't Stop, over and
over, while laughing his head almost off his shoulders? The nut licking
and sucking made me feel so ticklishly hot, I actually squirted without
anybody touching my monster. There was one more thing which was new.
What squirted wasn't clear. He was milky white. Yes, I'm a real man
now. Still short, though. In hight.
Your friend,
Stephen
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Grant
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