Chapter 10
THE BOYS WITH STRANGE COMPULSIONS
Many of the boys who seek out older women are victims of peculiar cravings. It is true that the female pedophiles are usually the ones who possess unnatural and abnormal urges that can be practiced with younger and more impressionable males. But the boys, themselves, are often victims of their strange longings and they become vulnerable for the older pedophile. Here are several situations that reflect the social system of our modern age in which it is considered to be "in" when you are weird.
JEROME, AGE 15, EXHIBITIONISTIC FETISHIST. When he was very young, Jerry recalls that he was always being caressed with a silky bloomer or else with some soft and titillating fabric. He knows when he was about 10, he and several other boys exhibited themselves nakedly to a few girls who were subsequently shocked into telling their parents.
"My mother spanked me," he says. "She pulled down my pants and spanked me right on my bare bottom. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would; instead, it kind of felt good."
First impressions often create an indelible fixation to some youngsters. Although this is not a rule, it is seen to hold true with many youngsters who grow up with longings for such aberrations as exhibitionism, fetishism, spanking and forms of sado-masochism and flagellomania. Some youngsters are able to adjust to a normal sex life. Many others are unable to do so and in an effort to find some measure of release, they seek an outlet with older women.
Jerome is a handsome boy, with a smooth face that has just the trace of down on his upper lip. He was so impressed with the reactions of being spanked (the rhythmic involuntary contraction of the buttock's gluteal muscles are identical with the same tightening and opening in the rhythm of ejaculation) that he sought to have greater punishments.
"I always get hard when I'm spanked," he admits. "Also, I like to feel silk stockings rubbed against 'it' when someone plays with me.
"I once told a girl about it and she laughed it off. I figure if I can get an older woman who understands, she'll go along with it."
Jerome looks like a quiet, studious boy with a cowlick over his scalp, a polite attitude. This makes him a pleasing choice for female pedophiles who are often frightened of rough-looking boys.
"It was in a library once where I met this woman. She dropped a book on the floor and I picked it up. I got an eyeful of her silk stockings and her panties. She caught the look and said, 'Would you want to join me for coffee?' Just like that. Later, I found out she liked the young boys and was always doing things to attract them."
Jerome and this woman, who was about 42, but extremely good looking and well preserved for her age went to her small apartment at the other side of town. She drove him there, chatting idly, telling him that she liked polite boys. She promised to "treat him right" and later, she kept her promise.
"We can do whatever you like," she urged him in her apartment. "What do you want, Jerry?"
He was shy, at first. "Well, could I take off my clothes and just walk around like that?" He was red-faced when the request was blurted out. "I mean, I feel all excited like that."
She was visibly aroused, too. Her face was flushed. "Of course. It's exciting to see a naked boy. Want me to take off my clothes, too?" She lifted up her dress, exposing her shapely thighs and pink panties. She fondled her crotch. "I'll show this to you."
He felt deflated. "Unh, no, not you. I like it better if I'm the only one nude."
Like most exhibitionists, Jerome derived a sensual thrill if he was the only naked one. There is a lessening of excitement if others are nude. This detracts from the main focus of attention upon the exhibitionist.
She pulled down her dress. "Of course, Jerry. Go right ahead." She felt a dizzying sense of elation. She had never before come across such a boy and it was thrilling.
Slowly, Jerry removed his clothes. He did it with a strange precision. Everything was methodical. Now, he was nude except for his briefs. The enormous protrusion gave evidence of his arousal. He was breathing shortly; his gasps were shallow. His flushed face betrayed his mounting excitement. His throat was constricted.
"How do you like me?" in a stammering voice. He slithered out of his briefs. Then he just stood there, nude and vibrant. "Like me?" He craved affection and attention.
"You're wonderful."
The older woman was dazed with his boyish purity. Jerome had a neat whipcord physique, with chiselled features, smooth skin and just the barest trace of down on his limbs. His boyhood flesh was rigid red and throbbing. A slight thatch emphasized the promise of vigorous manhood. His pendulous scrotum shook with his motions.
"Turn around," she said. Happily, he obeyed.
She ran her hands across his naked shoulders. The kid had a neat build. She fondled his lower back, went down his indented spinal column, then to his boy buttocks. These were small and tight.
"Like this?" she whispered as her fingers found his anal gorge, then she reached between his naked rear thighs and cupped his scrotum. "Feel good?"
He was shivering and trembling. He kept swallowing nervously as he turned around, his enormous male shaft now exposed to her manipulations. "Would you rub it? No, I mean, with something silky."
She was slightly taken aback. "Oh? Do you like silk things? Maybe you want to wear panties? Let's try it. Bet it'll be fun." She was eager to participate in any deviation with the boy. This was too good to believe.
"All right," in a quiet voice.
She rubbed his rigid phallus with a silk stocking, then her eyes glazed as she saw how rigid and stiff he became when she used a silk panty to fondle him further. When she helped him into a pair of pink panties, the abrasion against her nerve-drenched male flesh made him yelp, "Oooooo, it's gonna come out...." With that, he erupted in a series of shudders that caused the eruption and a copious flow to wet the panties. He was gasping and sputtering as he felt the older woman clutch the panty covered damp organ. "I ... I couldn't help it." He was embarrassed.
She frowned. "I wanted to kiss it," she was obviously disappointed. "But Jerry, you must learn to control yourself if you want to have fun. This is nice if you use it to become excited; but the best fun is when...." She used lewd terms to describe coitus and fellatio. "Next time, we'll do it that way."
There were other times. Always, Jerry thrilled at being able to parade around, entirely nude. It was one way of arousing his ardor. But he always needed the fetish-stimulation of either having his privated rubbed with silk or else just wearing silky panties.
"I like it better if they're used panties," he confessed. "I like the feel of it better."
The older woman indulged his every wish; she liked this unusual boy and in other experiences, she taught him the art of fellatio-cunnilingus. She teased him and said she would spank him if he did not perform oral-acts upon her genitalia.
"No, no, I won't do it," he play-acted as he protested. "You can't make me lick it."
"Yes I can." With that, she seized him, turned him over her lap and started to spank him hard on his silken covered boyish buttocks. He yelped as he felt his blood surging and the throbbing pound of an erection. The woman called out, "Are you going to lick me or not?"
"No, no...." Then he yelped as the hard-as-leather palm punished him.
Eventually, he capitulated. That was how the 15 1/2 year old boy was "forced" into cunnilingus upon the 42-year old woman. He was masochistic enough to derive gratification by being punished into this act.
The woman doted upon her little naked lover and indulged his every whim. She once gave him some money and this led to the scandal that followed.
His parents found the money and demanded to know where it had come from. After much pressure, he confessed that he had been going to "a woman" and she gave it to him.
The authorities were notified and the woman was arrested. Because of the embarrassing circumstances, everything was hushed up; the woman had to leave the city. The boy was given intensive psychotherapy and it is hoped that he will be able to overcome this isolated form of sexual stimulation: that of fetishism and spanking. But it is reasonable to believe that the woman pedophile is in another city and is contributing to the debauchery of another boy. Who is to blame? There is no compulsion on either part. We can only wonder at the exigencies of voluntary perversions!
EDDIE R., 16, A SPANKING ENTHUSIAST. As the only boy in a family of six girls, Eddie was the youngest and always subject to discipline. The older sisters would soundly spank him for being naughty. This may have led to his liking for such a form of tactile stimulation. There were times when he would spank an older woman and derive a reasonable meassure of excitement.
He met one older woman in a bookshop. He was looking among the paperback section when he spied the small photo-novel booklets that showed spanking in action. Just when he wanted to buy one, he heard the woman say, "You're under age, young man. They won't let you buy that."
He was embarrassed. Until now, he had never let anyone know his secret inclinations. Neither had he found anyone, until now, who would accommodate his yearnings.
"Well, it's okay but...."
"I'll buy it for you." She looked him up and down as do most female pedophiles, as if appraising his sexual values. She liked his clean cut looks and slim body. He looked like a young yearling with power in his blood. His face was not necessarily handsome but his boyishness made him appealing. He had fire-red hair that added to his appeal. "Oh, don't give me the money. I'll be glad to get it for you."
She purchased the small photo-book for two dollars and met him outside by a prearrangement. Timidly, he took the book. Then she asked him, "Are you interested in discipline?"
He was perspiring nervously. "Well, sort of." He thought that everyone was listening and cast nervous, shy glances at unconcerned passersby. "I mean...."
"Would you like to talk in a restuarant? Come along, and we can talk. I don't like to eat alone. Be my guest."
That was how young Eddie came to participate in spanking sessions with 40 year old Phyllis B., a retired schoolteacher.
"I believe in proper punishment." She would force the boy to bend over, hold his ankles with his pants dropped down. "Now, you count as I whack you with this paddle."
The room echoed with the loud crack-thwacks of the paddle on the boy's smooth bottom. Each paddle-whack so provoked Eddie that he felt the familiar warnings of an emission. He kept counting until, when the older woman and ex-teacher, fondled his warm flesh.
"We'll have to do something about that."
Some times she would mouth him until he reached his climax. Other times, she would show him how to penetrate her in an act of intercourse. Always, the ex-teacher would dominate Eddie as to the method of sex. He obeyed. Here we can see that the seeds of masochism were sprouting into compulsive aberrational behaviour.
There were times when Eddie would be spread-eagled nakedly and then flogged with a belt. He would whimper and cry out. The sting of the lash only provoked his libidinal impulses; this catered to his masochistic urges.
The sessions had to end because a new curriculum was established at Eddie's school; it meant he would have to take physical training. In athletic shorts and shirt, he would reveal the welts on his body. Unhappily, it ended for Eddie and the older woman.
We can reasonably assume that once Eddie is out of school, he will seek out other women for this strange compulsion. Why does he prefer older women? Like many of the other boys, he says, "I can't ask a girl my own age to spank me. She'd think me weird. An older woman is more understanding."
NED, AGE 15, CAT O' NINE TAIL ENTHUSIAST. There are reasons for young Ned's lust for the legendary cat o' nine tails. He remembers reading scenes of shipboard punishments when he was much younger; he gloried in seeing such scenes in films and on television. Much of his background suggests his being guilt-drenched about sex. Punishment thereby relieves this guilt feeling because Ned uses the narrow-minded logic that he was forced into the sex act by being flagellated.
Ned has a difficult time finding older women to use this hideous cat o' nine tails.
"They're afraid when I tell them that's what I want. I met one woman in a restaurant and after we got to talking, I told her she could tie me up. Nothing to be scared of. Many think I want to do it to them. That's why I bring leather straps. I love getting all tied up."
On one occasion, Ned met a handsome homosexual male, about 30, who took him to his apartment.
"He whipped me until I couldn't stand it. Then he (vernacular for sodomy) and I thought he would split me in half. He didn't do anything else to me except a hand job." (Vernacular for masturbation.) "He did it to me while I was tied to some steam risers. That's all. I figured he'd at least use his mouth on me or let me spike him. But no. He didn't want it. He said he liked to whip boys. After that, I kept away from queers."
He's had several women who whipped him but he admits, "They didn't go for it too much.
I know there must be a million women around who'd do anything to whip me but I can't find them. I'm kind of cute. I guess I'm something special. Where else can you get a 15-year-old kid who digs the whip stuff? But where can I get a woman who will play the game with me?"
We can thus surmise that if guilt is to be attached, the boys and the older women are equally to blame. As stated earlier, most of these liaisons are voluntary and this is one reason why so little is ever discovered. In order to avoid embarrassment to the young boy, the outraged parents (upon discovery) keep the scandal as quiet as possible. It is hoped they will learn from this bitter experience and see to it that their youngsters are given normal sexual education.