Ghost Patrol and Charlie Part 3

Ghost Patrol and Charlie Part 3
By Steam Train
Based on stories written by an author who wishes to remain anonymous, with that author's permission.

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Billy Templestowe's idea to shave off Charlie's sparse bush of pubes had run into a hitch. Mr Steward had taken his shaving gear with him. Neither Tim nor his friends shaved yet and so it was looking very much like Charlie's pubes were safe until Steve commented that there was a shaving kit at his house and a pacifier for Charlie to suck on!

This caught Tim's immediate attention and soon Tim and Steve were walking the short distance down to Steve's house, leaving Charlie once again standing at the front window, this time sucking on his thumb, erect and forlorn, under the watchful eye's of Tim friends as they continued to make phone calls advising of Charlie's imminent public punishment.

During the short walk to Steve's house Tim recalled the vivid memory of Charlie's mom, once his dance of the spanked was done, calling him over to her. Oh, how the boy hated that, self conscious shame written all over his face. Lonely cries of distress spewing forth. They mattered not! Once her son was at her side, she sat down, turned her son around, and placed him on her knee. All but bouncing him as her hands encircled his naked body, and cooed at him as if once again, he was her little boy. Remembering the way her hands softly explored his naked flesh, and the way Charlie jerked under her control, no wonder Tim tripped over his own two feet and nearly fell near Steve's front gate!

Second was the small voice in the back of his head, the one that kept getting louder and louder the closer they got to Steve's house. The little voice that said the boy's attitude didn't fit in around here. The little voice that kept asking why does Steve have access to a pacifier at his house, and why is he so willing to use it on Charlie. It took him a moment, but finally the pieces of the puzzle fell together!

Steve never shuts up, and ten gets you one the pacifier is used on him, and used on him with some frequency. The smile on Tim's face was evil, and had Steve seen it, there was no way he wouldn't shiver in fear just like Charlie.

Even the best laid plans can go astray. That said, if you are on a lucky roll, who cares. Such was the case today. Waltzing in the front door Steve's suddenly becomes almost rigid, robotic like. Seems his mother is home, and none to happy. Taking in Tim the first thing she does is ask, "So what has he done this time." It takes a few minutes, during which Tim does most of the talking, but she is clued in. However it is her response that catches Tim off guard but brings a huge smile to his face.

The first thing she does is to grab her son by the arm and start leading him towards the kitchen sink, talking over and ignoring his squeal as she darkly tells him, "Young man. Your face is a mess, and needs to be thoroughly washed." Turning on the kitchen sink she grabs a cloth, wets it, then soaps it up and turns toward Steve. It appears that only now does she notice his state of dress as with a harsh jerk she all but rips the hood off his head, revealing a very short, if spiky hair cut, with hair that had been over jelled. A look that left her shaking her head, and mumbling, "I see someone has been into my bathroom again, against my expressed orders!"

Tim had not noticed how small the boy was for his age but now as his mom goes to work on him he looks increasingly younger than his 12 years and 10 months of age. He was five feet, if one was being generous, and if he were a beating man Tim would have guessed the boy weighed in at around eighty five pounds, soaking wet. And under the firm scrubbing his mom was administering, he sounded smaller, and younger!

By the time she was done, his face glowed, and the little boy that was hidden underneath his act, was on full display.

Contrite might be the best way of describing Steve's attitude. Respectful and childish also come to mind. Regardless, when his mother took a step back, and took in his outfit, there was nary a word of protest when she ordered him out of those 'gangster' rags. Just a flushed face and obedience. If a very flushed face when being told, "And that includes those boxers as well. You know you are still a little boy and too young looking for them yet!" How sheepish Steve was when removing them, such a stark contrast to his earlier behavior, all his wanna be macho posturing gone and a little boy in his place. And a little boy he was revealed as being. Not a single sign of puberty. No hair, anywhere except his head. No fullness to sac, much less a dropping sack. Only a slightly long thin, if flaccid penis gave any hint that in time, he would mature.

His nakedness left him dancing in place, and all that excess nervous energy had to come out somewhere, and being that we are talking Steve, that meant his mouth was running a mile a minute, full or sorrys and excuses, or was until his mother's eyes narrowed, and with a single dark command of "Steven! The drawer! Now!" she stopped him in his tracks. Silence, finally.

Steve took one look at his mother and went to protest, before stopping to think, and with a head that was hanging, pulled the drawer out and withdrew a pacifier. Refusing to look in Tim's direction he all but tipped toed back to his mother and with sad eyes, looked up at her, and opened his mouth.

The pacifier was inserted!

Looking at Steve, it was as if he had regressed years. His small thin frame was accented by skin so creamy, you would have sworn that color was painted on. His hairless penis was laying down, moving gently in a small circle as he swayed from foot to foot. With eyes that were round and soft. No wonder Tim gave him such a sweet smile. Catching Tim's look, Steve sucked in hard, his pacifier moving in response, then quickly looked away.

Taking a chance, and after all, why not, he was on a roll, Tim reacted to Steve's mother's comment of, "There. Now maybe we can talk without interruption." by gently grasping Steve by the wrist and bringing the round eyed boy to him, then turned him around and set him on his knee. Leaving the boy's legs spread and his penis pointing towards his mother, before throwing his hands around his stomach and holding on to him. His risk taking was met by eyes that were warm, at least the mom's eyes were. That and Tim could understand the weird expression on Charlie's mom's face the night before. There is something almost comforting in holding a naked child on your lap, be it the gentle pressure on your leg, or the silky feel of their skin as you let your hands roam. And roaming, Tim was. If ever so slyly.

The conversation that followed was both entertaining and enlightening, as heard through Tim's ears. Of course the way Steve was squirming on his knee, this gave away his opinion. Seems that on average it is twice a week that Steve gets so wound up that the only way to slow him down is by placing a pacifier in his mouth. And that this was often done with pants off corner time. Amazing the difference thirty minutes of this makes, or so it was said. His mother then went on to explain that yes, Steve had been in the nudie juvie program three different times, if just for the weekend, and while it worked wonders in the short term, if never lasted all that long, but maybe it was time to enroll him again. Steve sure jumped at that!

Tim listened politely, and plotted, and when it was his turn to speak, he was ready. At first he was sympathetic, saying how hard it must be to raise a boy by yourself, this while working full time. However, that said, maybe Steve had too much time alone, unsupervised, and that being the case, well he was free to babysit whenever needed. She seemed receptive to this idea, even if Steve was getting jumpy. Tim next went on to explain that since he was already in charge of one boy today, what was one more. Maybe, with her permission, an afternoon reminder, time in the program would be just what Steve needed. The words were no more than out of his mouth when she agreed. Strongly!

The fact that Steve choose that moment to talk, if with pacifier still in mouth, just played into Tim's hands. Obviously the boy wasn't listening, and just as obviously, here was his chance to take control.

Lifting the boy off his lap he had Steve face him, and in his deepest voice quietly asked him, "And who said you could speak little boy?" Looking at the floor, Steve gave this small, "No one." Followed by an even smaller, "No one sir." when next asked, "How do you address an adult?" Grabbing him by the arm, Steve was light enough Tim could pick him up and throw him over his lap with ease, leaving the boy in perfect spanking position. And while he did not spank him, the two swats, delivered as they were with force, were enough that the child was red faced when back on his feet.

To cement his power, the next thing Tim did was to angle the boy so that his mother could watch, and with a tease of a touch, gently cupped his penis in his hand and began stroking him. Even when puberty is a point in the future, a boy's penis reacts to friction, and Steve was no exception. In mere moments his penis was standing straight up, at full attention; well, as full as it would get. A fact that was causing Steve great distress as he danced under the gentle touch that at first was Tim, then his mother, as suggested by Tim. A mother's touch that was bringing forth her first smile of the day, this as her son pranced like a horse at the starting line with each gentle wisp of motion, up or down. And danced even harder when Tim kindly suggested that each and every time she found need to take her son's pants off, it might be best if she created an erection for the boy.

"After all" Tim said, "It is a little hard to run your mouth when your mind has been distracted to this degree." A fact that, after a moment of thought, she agreed with, in the form of a promise, that from this moment forward, this is exactly what shall occur.

A few more minutes was spent talking, and even a blind man could tell she most impressed with Tim, that or wanting to have an afternoon off from Steve, or both. Either way Steve's mum had soon rung through for a nudie juvie authorization, with the understanding that for the rest of day, Steve was under the rules of the program and under Tim's control.

Tim in his discussion had stated that if you want a boy to be a boy, to act like a boy, the first thing you must do is dress him accordingly. Steve's mother caught Tim's drift and produced a clean pair of shorts, and a nice pull over shirt. Clothes that Steve shook his head at, or did before Tim said it was these, or walk back naked.

Still, Tim decided Steve needed one last twist, especially after that quiet protest, and came up with one when stating that the way Steve was acting, even a pair of tighty whities were too mature. He asked Steve's mum if she had something more appropriate. She found what Tim wanted in the back of Steve's closest.

It was a pair of old underwear he had yet to out grow, ones that contained pictures of cartoon hero's at play. How Steve hated putting them on, but he did. And how cute the child looked in them, even if they were so snug they actually made him appear as if he had a basket.

Leaving the house, one little boy knew beyond any doubt that he had just gained a permanent, and frequent, babysitter.

As he walked back to Charlie's house, Tim's mind again wandered. He was enjoying the gentle pressure of Steve's hand in his, after all, little boys need to be holding onto an adult's hand when walking down the street. Just as he was enjoying how much Steve hated this, no matter how hard he tried to pretend otherwise.

Why this thought had wandered into his consciousness, Tim had no clue, but for some reason he was thinking of Charlie and Steve in the tub, being washed by him and his friends. This, he decided, was going to happen. In fact this thought was enough to make him whistle.

Nearly to Charlie's house they ran into Wendy Travers, a girl in Steve's and Charlie's class. She was carrying a supermarket bag and was in a hurry. She was a cute little thing, much taller than Steve and Charlie, with braces and the outline of a bust line that was just staring to give her a figure.

Asking, in a sweet voice that was obviously fake, why he was holding hands, Steve told her, in a snappy tone, "Cause I have to!" A tone that was all too sharp for Tim's liking, so in voice that was laced with emotion he snapped back, "I see one little boy needs the pacifier again!" And with that he reached into his pocket and pulled the one out Steve's mom had given him.

Talk about saucer like eyes, it was hard to tell who was more surprised by it's sudden appearance, however it was easy to tell who found it's sight humorous, Wendy's girlish laughter made that quite clear. A girlish laugh that she accented with a small clap of her hands as Tim told Steve to open, and open wide, before inserting the pacifier.

"Are you two going to the park to see Charlie Stewart's nudie juvie punishment?" Wendy asked with an excited voice.

"Yes and no" Tim replied. I am the adult in charge of Charlie and now I am in charge of Steve as well but first I have to go back to Charlie's and get him ready for the park along with Steve.

Wendy's eyebrows raised on hearing this, first at the news that Tim was an 'adult' as she knew he was not, he was only in the 10th grade, second at the news that Steve was now in the program and that Tim was in charge of him as well!

By now they were standing directly outside Charlie's house and it was at that moment that Wendy burst out laughing. She had spied the forlorn looking Charlie standing totally naked at the front window, sucking on his thumb, his penis erect and pointing out at her!

"Wow, he's naked! And look, he's got a boner and is that some pubes I can?" Wendy exclaimed!

"They are, but he won't have those few pathetic excuses of pubes for long" Tim responded gleefully, "We're about to shave them off"

A huge smile erupted across Wendy's face at this news.

"Shit" Tim exclaimed.

"Careful with your language Tim. Under the program you would be in big trouble if an adult heard you, and if the Ghost Patrol heard you ... well ... you're only a 10th grader and they certainly wouldn't treat you as an adult!" Wendy stated.

A smirk at the thought of Tim being punished as the 15 year old boy he really still was by the Ghost Patrol, momentarily broke out on Steve's face, but he quickly suppressed it, in fear of Tim's reaction.

"That Ghost Patrol stuff's just superstitious rumors being spread by the government and other adults. Besides I have never seen one of these so called 'Ghost Patrol' monitors have you?

"No, but it's been on the TV news and seems to be spreading everywhere very quickly." Wendy responded.

"Isn't going to happen here is it Steve? Tim asked.

"Guess not" Steve half heartedly responded, his mind still wishing that the ghosts would appear and teach Tim a lesson.

"Guess not what?" Tim growled.

"Guess not, Sir!" Steve blushingly replied as Wendy giggled at her classmates response.

"We forgot to get the shaving kit when we were at your house Steve! Tim continued to growl, explaining why he had sworn earlier.

Hearing this, Wendy opened up her shopping bag and glanced inside as another huge smile spread across her face.

"We girls have other ways than shaving" Wendy stated as she produced a carton of depilatory cream she had just bought at the supermarket to do her own increasingly hairy legs.

End part 3