Chapter 2: Too Small To Stroke

‘Then I will,’ I said reaching in my pocket for my phone. ‘It won’t do any good,’ she said, ‘There’s no evidence you see.’

‘I’ve changed your bed,’ she continued, ‘Your sheets and your night wear are in the washing machine. You have had a bath and Arnold is at this moment having a shower. If the police come, we will have to back him up by saying nothing happened.’

‘I was speechless, I didn’t know what to do. Aunty Laura who I had always considered scatterbrained, was really on the ball. Then she amazed me. ‘We’ve talked it over, Clifford and I,’ she said. ‘Although we have protected him because he’s our son, we don’t condone what he did to you. ‘So, we’re going to punish him by putting him on a diet and introducing some discipline to his life.’

‘I probably looked sceptical because she added, ‘But as you’ve seen, we’re a push over for him and find it hard to deny him anything. So, in return for keeping the police out of it, we would like you to take charge of him. Set his diet and teach him to behave. We feel confident that even after what he has done to you, you will treat him fairly.’

‘Incidentally,’ she added, ‘Arnold has no idea what I have done to destroy the evidence, or why I told him to go and have a shower as soon as you came down. As far as he is concerned, the only reason the police have not come to arrest him, is in return for us accepting your offer of disciplining him yourself.’

‘I was flabbergasted. I had no idea if it would work, but I was willing to try. Anyway, it didn’t look as if I had any choice. I’d already decided that it would be difficult for me to continue to live here after Arnold was arrested and I had no idea where I could go. At least this would solve that problem.’

‘Ok,’ I said, ‘But there are two provisos. One, there must be no overriding anything I tell him to do, or any feeding other than what I approve. Two, if he makes any attempt to attack me again, I go straight to the police.’ ‘I agree,’ she said and looked at Uncle Clifford. ‘Very well,’ he said, ‘Yes I agree.’ He didn’t look to happy about it, so I realised this was all Aunt Laura’s idea. I was seeing her in a new light.’

She got up and went to the door. ‘Arnold,’ she shouted, ‘Come down here.’ A few moments later he came in, avoided looking at me and went and sat by his mum.

‘Arnold,’ I said. He kept his head down. ‘Arnold, look at me.’ I said firmly. He lifted his head and l could see he looked terrified. ‘What you did to me,’ I told him, ‘Was absolutely disgusting and the courts look on rape very, very, seriously. When you’ve been arrested you will be kept in a cell until you can be taken to court.’

‘In court the judge will hear what you did and be so disgusted that he’ll order that you are sent away to a secure unit for very bad boys. You’ll be fed small meals and won’t see your mum and dad except on occasional visiting days. The other boys there will all be as bad as you or even worse so you will probably get beaten up or even raped yourself. You’ll have to put up with that for two or three years.’

He was looking even more terrified now. ‘Do you know why the policeman isn’t here yet to arrest you?’ I asked him. He shook his head. I could see he was near to tears and didn’t trust himself to speak. ‘Because your mum and dad asked me if I could think of any alternative that would punish you and stop you doing it again without you having a criminal record.’

‘My first reaction was, ‘Why the hell should I bother, you deserve everything you get.’ I told him. ‘But then I thought of your mum and dad instead of you. They gave me a home when I needed it, so for their sake not yours, I gave it some thought. You should learn from that. If your mum and dad had treated me as badly as you did, I wouldn’t have even considered it.’

‘So, here’s what I came up with. When I’ve told you what your punishment will be, you, your mum and your dad will have to agree to what I suggest, otherwise I call the police. Do you understand that and how lucky you are?’

‘Yes,’ he managed to say still looking terrified. Then he burst into tears and hugged his mum. ‘I don’t want to go away to that terrible place.’ he cried. ‘You don’t have any choice son,’ she told him, ‘Because of what you did it’s in the hands of the court. But let’s hear what Kaye is going to suggest.’

He sobbed for a bit then wiped his eyes and looked at me. ‘You are an obese, greedy, rude and very unpleasant little boy,’ I told him. ‘You never do what you’re told, and no one likes you. I am going to change that.’

‘In return for keeping you out of prison, you will become a nice, polite young man with a figure people will admire. You will earn the respect of your mum and dad and become popular at school, even make some friends like normal children do.’

‘It won’t be easy, but it’ll still be easier than being sent away and locked up.’ Arnold seemed to be looking interested. ‘Arnold, do you accept my offer?’ ‘Yes,’ he muttered. ‘The answer is, ‘Yes please.’ I told him. ‘Yes, please.’ he said. ‘Mum and dad?’ I asked looking at them. ‘Yes please.’ they both said immediately.

‘Right,’ Arnold I said, ‘You can go and get a glass of milk and one biscuit. Then go up and get into bed. I’ll come and speak to you when I come up.’ As he got up to go to the kitchen I said, ‘By the way, if I find you eating anything you are not supposed to, you will go hungry for the following twenty-four hours.’

‘A few minutes later he came through on his way to bed carrying a glass of milk and a single biscuit. After he had gone, I said, ‘He is thinking how nice it will be if he can succeed. But he’ll need you to be strong for him.’

‘Each mealtime,’ I said to Aunt Laura, ‘Cook a meal no more than four times a meal to suit your own appetite. Put them out on the plates in the kitchen, then we will all get the same quantity. We’ll develop a proper diet for him as we go.’

‘I went upstairs to the bathroom and collected the scales, then I went into Arnold. He was sitting up in bed nibbling his biscuit to make it last.

‘Right, get out of bed I instructed.’ When he did, I told him to strip off.

‘As he looked at me surprised, I said, ‘Come on, you can’t be shy you’ve already shown me yourself naked twice.’ He stripped off. ‘On the scales.’ I ordered. He got on and struggled to balance. Nineteen stone seven pounds it read. ‘You are twice the weight you should be,’ I told him, ‘If you had kept eating as you were you’d be lucky to live another ten years.’

‘Now, I’m going to measure you,’ I said, ‘So we can keep a check on progress.’ I measured his height, his waist, his hips, his chest, round his legs and round his arms and round his neck.’

‘Lie down on the bed and draw your knees up.’ I instructed him. He did and I got a good view of his cock. It was so tiny. I measured it. He seemed to enjoy me touching it. ‘Your cock is very tiny,’ I told him. ‘That is because you are so overweight. Because you are young and still growing, if you succeed in getting your weight down, it will grow much bigger, then you’ll be able to use it better.’

‘He seemed to be pleased at that idea. As I finished measuring it, it had gone hard at my touch. ‘Is that fully hard?’ I asked. ‘Yes.’ he answered. So, I measured it again, length and diameter. ‘Did you enjoy feeling my hand on it?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ he admitted, ‘That’s why it went hard.’ ‘Well, that’s natural and what it’s supposed to do,’ I told him. ‘When you’ve lost your first stone, as a reward, if you want me to, I’ll stroke it and fire it for you.’

‘His face lit up. ‘Wow.’ he said. ‘Now stay as you are,’ I told him. ‘I’m going to take some pictures. I promise you that no one will ever see them but you and me. But as we go on, you’ll be able to see how your body is changing and hopefully how well you are doing.’

‘I took a picture of his hard cock. Then I got him to stand up. I took a full frontal, one from the back and one from the side. By then his cock had gone soft so he lay back on the bed with his knees drawn up. I took a picture of his soft cock showing his two tiny little balls hanging underneath.’