A Cottage in the Woods

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2024 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

Caleb, a fourteen year old boy, shows up naked at a cottage in the woods not far from his town. The small house is occupied by two old, reclusive women. They take him in, but their motives may not be entirely altruistic.


A Cottage in in the Woods

by PatrickNaked


It had been a beautiful morning, but now that it was almost noon, the day was starting to get hot. Edna sat at the small table of the breakfast nook in the cottage she shared with her friend Gladys. Sunshine streamed in through the large bay window. She had a beautiful view of the thick forest that closely surrounded the house. Ray Charles’ latest was playing on the phonograph.

Both women looked to be in their late sixties, but were much older. That’s where the superficial similarities ended. Edna was heavyset. She had dark brown hair that hung to her shoulders. She was a solid looking woman with stern features that belied an easy-going disposition. Gladys was thinner, but not thin. Her gray hair was usually pulled up in a bun. She had a no-nonsense attitude that complemented her friend’s more gentle nature. They made a well rounded pair.

Edna scanned the trees as she sipped her tea. She’d caught a slight movement out there about half an hour before. Then again a few minutes later. And again a few minutes after that. It looked like someone was hiding behind one of the trees. She wanted to be sure before she informed Gladys of a stranger outside their cottage.

There it was again. This time the figure stepped fully out into the open before scurrying back to the shelter of the tree. But he’d been exposed long enough for Edna to tell he was indeed EXPOSED. It was a boy of thirteen to fourteen years of age.

Edna called out to Gladys in their sitting room, “There’s a boy outside, and he’s naked as the day he was born.”

Gladys entered the breakfast nook. “Are you sure? You know you need glasses.”

Edna huffed, “I do NOT need glasses. There’s someone out there, and what I saw made it very obvious it isn’t a girl. He’s been hiding in the trees for about thirty minutes.”

Gladys settled into the other chair. After a few minutes, she said, “Yep. You’re right. I just spied me some bare boy. Cute little thing. The boy, I mean… not his thing. Although that was cute, too.”

Edna asked, “Should we go out and invite him in?”

“Let’s wait a while and see if he has the balls to come to the front door.”

Edna laughed. “He’s got balls. I saw them.”

Gladys made them both another cup of tea. They settled in to wait and watch. The boy kept peeking around the tree, then disappearing behind it. He ventured out a couple of more times towards the cottage, but lost his nerve and retreated. He’d gotten close enough for the two women to get a better look at him. He was small and slender, with short brown hair that was probably cut as a flattop, but was wilted and droopy now. He was old enough to have hair beyond what was on his head too, but hadn’t had it for long. There was only a small patch of brown curls.

“Fourteen,” Gladys stated. “I’m good at guessing ages.”

Edna said, “He’s small for fourteen. I say thirteen.”

“He just hasn’t hit his growth spurt, yet. We’ll see who’s right.”

The boy was obviously upset. It was clear he wasn’t naked by choice. He was racked with indecision. After two more aborted attempts to reach the cottage, Gladys threw up her hands in disgust.

“This kid is going to do this all day. Guess I’ll have to go meet him halfway.”

She walked around the corner of the nook and out through the front door. Edna watched her approach the tree the boy was cowering behind.

Gladys stopped about ten feet away. “You might as well come out, boy. We know you’re there.”

A timid voice said, “You do?”

Gladys glanced back at the cottage with a look that said, ‘We’ve got a bright one, here.’

Edna smiled. Gladys was so easily irritated.

“Why, yes. We do. Did you think I came out here to talk to the tree? Now get over here before we call the sheriff and tell him there’s a lurker on our property. You don’t want to be arrested for lurking, do you? That’s a serious charge.”

“I… I can’t come out. I’m naked.”

“We know that, too. We’ve been watching you play hide and seek with yourself for half an hour.”

“Oh, God. You saw me? You didn’t see… everything, did you? You know… I mean, like… everything?”

“Enough for even old near-sighted Edna to tell a boy from a girl.”

“Oh, God. This is awful. It’s not my fault. They did this to me. Some bigger kids out in the woods. They made me undress. All the way. Two of them were GIRLS. And then they took my clothes.”

He peeked around the tree at Gladys. She could only see his unhappy face and a bare shoulder. Sweat was running down his face, but his red eyes told her some of that moisture was tears. “Do you have something I can wear?”

She told him, “We could wrap you in a towel, but they’re all in the wash. One of our washcloths would cover the indecent parts. But how would we hang it on you? I know… I’ve got an old oven mitt I was about to throw out. You could stick your dangly parts in it, then we’d tie it on with some string.”

The boy’s mouth dropped open, then he ducked back behind the tree. Gladys heard his indignant voice. “I’m not wearing an oven mitt. And you shouldn’t talk about my… about me down there. It’s not right. I’m a boy. You’re a lady.”

“Glad we sorted out the sexes. And I’ve got the right to talk about what some naked little schoolboy is flaunting all over my property.”

He leaned his head out again. “I’m not flaunting it. I’m hiding it behind a tree. Do you have anything else I could cover up with?”

Gladys considered, then said, “As much as I sympathize with your plight, I’m not comfortable with a strange, naked boy putting on either my or my friend’s clothes. This might all be a ruse. You might be one of those boys who gets excited by wearing women’s things. And excited boys tend to leave a sticky mess behind.”

“Ewwwww. That’s nasty. You’re not supposed to talk about… sticky stuff, either. And I would never do something like that in someone’s clothes.”

Gladys said, “I have no way of knowing that. I only have your word. And I’m not wearing anything ever again that a boy got excited in. I don’t care how many times it gets washed.”

“Can we stop talking about excited boys. I’m not excited. I’m embarrassed. I’m so embarrassed I could DIE.”

“Dramatics aside, that’s fine with me. I’m tired of talking. It’s hot out here. You’re sweating and you aren’t even wearing clothes. Imagine what it’s like for ME. So get your bare butt out from behind that tree and get in the house.”

The boy was still reluctant. “You really already saw me?”

“Saw your boy parts in front when you crept towards the house, and your bare backside every time you chickened out and scampered back behind your tree. Nice bottom, by the way.”

“Oh, God.” There was a long moment as the boy debated with himself. “Ok. I’m coming out. Don’t look.”

He edged sideways from the protection of the tree and stopped before her. His hands were clasped over his crotch. Now that Gladys was closer, she took a moment and did what he’d told her not to. She looked him up and down, confirming her earlier assessment. Definitely a cutie. Sweat ran down his body freely, adding a sheen to his exposed skin. That skin was pale. He didn’t get much sun. If they didn’t get him indoors soon, he was going to get a sunburn. Gladys sighed. She was developing an annoying sense of responsibility for the boy. He looked like a little lost waif.

Luckily, he hadn’t noticed her examination. He was staring down at the grass around his bare feet, ashamed to be standing naked out in the open in front of an old lady.

“I can’t believe this. Any of it. This is the most awful thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Gladys told him, “If you’re going to keep moaning about how horrible your life is, you might as well tell me your name. I like to know who’s moaning at me.”

“Caleb,” he said in a small voice.

“Ok, young Caleb. We’re going inside. March. And walk ahead of me. I still don’t trust you enough to have you behind me.”

Caleb jerked his head up and gave her a stricken look. “You’ll see my bottom.”

“Oh, for God’s sake… Put your hands behind you to cover it up. Does THAT work for you?”

“No. Then your friend in the house can see my front. I just saw her face at the window.”

Gladys gritted her teeth. This kid was making it very hard for her to help him out. She said slowly, so he could understand every word, “Leave one hand in front. Then put one hand behind. Then MARCH.”

Caleb gave Gladys a resentful look as he passed by her.

Gladys casually informed him, “Another one of those looks and I’ll smack your bottom, boy. I’m not in the mood to deal with stubborn, sulky adolescents. If I had the temperament for it, I would’ve had kids of my own.”

Caleb glanced back at her, clearly wondering if this old woman would really smack him on his bottom. Seeing her face convinced him she would.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He preceded her towards the cottage. The hand he held behind was positioned vertically, prioritizing the coverage of his butt crack.

Gladys smiled. “You’re a very silly boy, young Caleb.”

“I am NOT. I’m a very naked boy and I’m about to die of embarrassment.”

Edna met them at the front door. Gladys made the introductions. “I’m Gladys. That’s Edna. And this blushing boy is Caleb, who says he was waylaid by ruffians in the woods who stole his clothes.”

Caleb said, “Hi,” and raised his hand in greeting. He let out a squeak when he realized what he’d left uncovered, then grabbed his front with both hands. He looked back and forth between the two women to see if they’d noticed.

They had, and up close this time. Gladys said, “Yep. That’s a fourteen year old’s. Like I said.”

Edna still wasn’t sure.

Caleb said miserably, “Can we go inside, please?”

Once indoors, they led him to the breakfast nook. Caleb stood awkwardly waiting for instructions. Gladys told him, “Just stand there for now. We can’t have you planting your sweaty bare bottom on the furniture.”

Edna said, “I’ll make him some chocolate milk. Boys LOVE chocolate milk.”

Caleb protested. “No. I’m fine. I just need… clothes… or a ride home… or a phone… or something. I don’t even know. I can’t think straight. Mainly, I need something to cover up with so I can stop holding myself.”

Edna said, “Nonsense. A glass of chocolate milk will do you good. It’ll improve your state of mind. Then your problems will be easier to solve. You wait and see.” She busied herself in the kitchen.

Still clutching himself, Caleb said, “If I get home before five, my mom and dad won’t be back yet. They won’t have to find out what happened. Except for my missing clothes. I’ll have to figure out something for that.”

Gladys said, “But it wasn’t your fault. You said someone took your clothes. They shouldn’t get mad at you about that.”

Caleb managed to look even more uncomfortable. “Well, I wasn’t supposed to leave the house. I’m… kind of grounded. I didn’t do some chores I was supposed to. But I like roaming around in the woods. And they were going to be gone all day. So…”

Gladys said unsympathetically, “Ahhh. This is the universe’s way of telling you to obey your parents.”

Edna spoke up from the kitchen. “Leave him alone. He’s just a boy. You’re only young once.” She emerged from the kitchen. “Here’s your chocolate milk, young man.”

Gladys stepped in. “Not so fast. You need to wash your hands first. They’ve been all over parts of your body that boys shouldn’t be touching.”

Edna said, “Except when they pee. Boys have to hold it when they pee. Isn’t that right, Caleb?”

Caleb obviously didn’t want to admit to holding his penis, even to pee. And certainly not to two women. “I… well… I…”

Both women looked at him expectantly.

Caleb made a little noise of frustration. “Yes, I have to hold it when I pee.” His face blossomed into a bright red.

Gladys said, “But, then you wash your hands. Right?”

“Yes, I wash my hands after,” he admitted sheepishly.

Gladys pointed to the kitchen sink. “Then go wash.”

Caleb walked over to the sink. He was so flustered, he forgot to cover his bottom. The kitchen was as bright as the breakfast nook, insuring the boy’s body was well illuminated.

Edna told him, “You have a nice tushy, Caleb.”

Gladys told her, “I already informed him of that.”

Caleb turned to give them a look of distress as he ran water over his hands.

Gladys told him, “You didn’t use soap. Isn’t that just like a boy?”

She grabbed a bar of soap off a dish by the sink, then took Caleb’s hands and began lathering them. Caleb tried to jerk away from her, saying, “I can do it myself. I’m not a little kid.”

“But, you DIDN’T do it. Stop fussing and let me clean them properly.”

Caleb continued to whine and pull away from her. Gladys called over her shoulder to Edna, “Come over here and smack this boy’s bottom. I warned him about it before.”

Edna said apologetically, “You DO need to use soap, Caleb. You WERE touching your boy thing.”

Gladys said, “And his ballsack. His hands were curved all the way under.”

Edna agreed. “Your ballsack, too. And you’re all sweaty down there.”

Even with ample warning, Caleb wasn’t expecting the swat. It was loud in the small kitchen. His yowl of surprise and pain was loud, too.

He cried, “You can’t do that. Only my mom and dad can do that.” His look of shock dropped away. “Well… there’s my teachers, but they use a paddle. And the principal. And then there’s Coach. He REALLY wallops you. And he always does it when you’ve only got your jock strap on. And he does it in front of the whole locker room.” Caleb stopped, realizing he was babbling. He wailed, “See what all this has done to me?”

While Gladys continued to wash the boy’s hands, Edna came up behind him and started kneading the muscles on either side of his neck. “These are your trapezius muscles. And they’re TIGHT. A boy your age shouldn’t have so much tension.”

Caleb said, “I didn’t till today.”

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “That really feels goo…” He stopped. “Ummmm… maybe there shouldn’t be four hands on me… you know… all at one time.”

He tried to back away from where his hips were pressed up against the cabinet under the sink, but he only ended up pushing against Edna’s rather large bosom. This didn’t help his situation. Edna continued to massage his shoulders, while Gladys was inspecting under his fingernails.

“I… I… I’m kind of… I don’t know why…”

Gladys looked down between Caleb’s legs. “Edna, we’ve got an excited boy here. What have I always said? Boys go all horndog at a stiff breeze.”

Caleb was almost frantic. “I’m sorry. I think it’s because I’ve been naked for so long. In front of you… and those kids in the woods. And what they made me do. Then Edna started… doing that… and it feels so good. I’m not a pervert. I’m NOT.”

Gladys said, “Honey, all boys are perverts. At least till the get all those extra hormones out of their system. That stuff soaks into everything till you’re just one big penis itching to squirt out a load.”

Caleb cried, “Ewwww. You keep saying nasty stuff.”

“Like you and your buddies don’t talk that way?”

“That’s different. Boys can talk like that to other boys. You’re not supposed to do it. You’re a lady.”

“You said that before. You make it sound like a disability.”

Caleb squirmed. “No. You’re just not supposed to talk to me about my thing… my penis. You’re REALLY not supposed to talk about it’s size.”

Gladys laughed. “I said you WERE a big penis. Not that you HAD one. And believe me, you don’t.”

Edna said, “Gladys, stop. Can’t you see he’s insecure?” She looked over Caleb’s shoulder. “Right now, I’d say you’re a medium. But you’ve still got growing to do. When you’re older, I’m sure you’ll have at least three to four inches soft. Probably seven hard.”

Gladys said, “Edna, really. I was speaking in generalities. You’re narrowing it down to the inch.”

“Caleb’s so distraught. I was just trying to make him feel better.”

Caleb was looking pained. “Making me think about my thing even more isn’t making me feel better. It’s making it…”

“Harder,” Gladys said. “I can see that.”

“Don’t LOOK. Oh my God. This is humiliating. This has been the worst day of my life.”

Gladys told him, “Well, at least your hands are clean now. There’s THAT.”

Caleb yelled, “I don’t care about THAT.”

“Of course not. You’re a boy. You wouldn’t bathe at all if your mama didn’t make you.”

Edna said, “Stop tormenting the boy and let him have his chocolate milk.” She handed the glass to Caleb.

Looking uncertain, he took it with one hand as he started to cover up his erection with the other.

Gladys snapped at him. “Ah. Don’t you dare. I just scrubbed your dirty paws clean.”

Caleb indicated his wayward penis. “What do I do with THIS?”

Gladys laughed. “What do you normally do with it?”

“I… well… nothing. I don’t do anything with it. I don’t do that kind of thing.”

Gladys scoffed. “Yeah. Right. I’ve still got that oven mitt. It won’t need a string to keep it on now.”

“I think that’d probably be worse. I’d look ridiculous. I’ll just leave it out in the open if everyone’ll promise not to look at it. It’ll get soft after a while. Usually.”

Gladys told him, “Sure. We’ll put our mental blinders on. We won’t see a THING.” Edna laughed along with her this time.

They ushered Caleb into the breakfast nook. The two women sat in the only two chairs while Caleb stood facing the big bay window behind them. Not only was he once again well illuminated, Gladys and Edna eyes were just about level with his excited extension.

As Caleb took note of this, he said, “Maybe I’ll wear the oven mitt after all.”

Gladys shook her head. “It’s a bit late for that. You’re trying to close the barn door after the horse is out. And believe me, your horse is definitely out.” She took a closer look. “Though it’s really more of a colt.”

Edna told her, “Be nice. We’ll call it a pony.” She turned to Caleb and said earnestly, “Your pony is out.”

His face turned red again. “Stop talking about my pony. You don’t know how humiliating this is.” His eyes were brimming with tears.

Edna scolded Gladys. “See what you’ve done. The boy’s about to cry.”

Caleb said, “I am NOT. I’m not a baby. I’m fourteen years old. I don’t cry.”

Gladys gave Edna a smug look. “See? Fourteen.”

Edna made a face at her. She turned to Caleb and said, “Drink your chocolate milk and you’ll feel better.”

He looked at the glass in his hand but still didn’t take a sip.

Gladys said, “Oh, come on, boy. It’s not witch’s brew. Yes, I know… all the kids in town think we’re a couple of old witches way out here in the woods. Do YOU think we’re witches?”

Caleb looked guilty. “Ummm… no?”

“Then prove it and drink.” Her tone of voice said she was getting irritated.

After Caleb had finished off the chocolate milk, Edna took the glass back to the kitchen. He looked down at himself, then up at Gladys. “It’s really, really bright in here,” he told her mournfully.

She said, “That’s why Edna and I loved this place. Plus, it’s secluded. You need privacy for all those dark rituals.” She arched her eyebrows at him, then laughed at his shocked expression.

Edna bustled in. “Don’t pay her any mind, boy. Gladys has a warped sense of humor.” She gave her friend a light smack on the arm. “Shame on you. Scaring little boys.”

Caleb said, “I wasn’t scared. And I’m not little. I’m four…”

“…teen years old.” Gladys finished the sentence for him. “Yes, we know. You’re practically Methuselah.”

Edna said, “It looks like your boy thing is softening up.”

Caleb looked down at it, which was all it took. It sprang to life again. “Oh, MAN. Why is this happening to me?” he wailed.

Gladys provided an answer. “Like I said, you should’ve obeyed your mom and dad. Bad things happen to boys who misbehave. Sometimes they end up in the witch’s house like Hansel and Gretel.” She cackled maniacally.

Edna said, “I said to stop it, Gladys. The boy’s day has been bad enough without you scaring him to death. We’re not witches, Caleb.”

“I know that,” Caleb said. Still, he looked dubious.

Gladys said, “I was just trying to scare his thingy into a faint. It’s still standing proud, though.”

Edna asked, “Why don’t we retire to the sitting room. It’ll be more comfortable there.”

Gladys said, “Hold on. She reached out and ran a finger up the back of Caleb’s leg and over his bottom. This sent a shudder through him. “The boy’s still damp. Can’t have him sitting on the furniture.”

Edna told her, “We can towel him dry.”

Gladys gave her a look.

“Oh, that’s right. The towels are in the wash. We could rub him down with washcloths.”

“The boy needs a bath before we do anything. He’s sweaty. We’ll get him bathed, THEN we rub him dry.”

Caleb sounded indignant. “The BOY is standing right here while you talk about him like he isn’t.”

Gladys told him, “Well, so he is. How could I have overlooked the stiffy that’s in danger of poking my eye out?”

Edna said, “You two stop. Caleb, come with me. We’re going to clean you up. Through the sitting room and down the hall.” She got up and gestured towards the doorway. Caleb sighed. As he passed by her, Edna patted him on the bottom. “Hurry along, young man.”

Once Caleb found the bathroom. Edna bustled up behind him. “Go on in. Then stand in the tub.”

The bathroom was almost blindingly white. It had a large frosted window that let in a flood of sunlight. The walls were covered in white tiles. A white claw foot tub was positioned about three feet from the far wall. The boy stepped over to it.

“Go on. Get in.” She waited.

Caleb said, “Wait. You’re staying? When you said you were going to clean me up, I didn’t think you meant, like, literally. I’m going to get to bathe myself, right?”

Edna crossed her arms. “Don’t make me get cross with you, young man.”

Caleb’s voice was getting shrill with panic. “I’m going to bathe myself, right?”

SMACK.

The boy yelped and rubbed his bottom. “You SPANKED me again.” He said unnecessarily.

‘That was just a spat on your tush. But if you don’t get in the tub…” She held her hand out in readiness.

Caleb scrambled into the bathtub, almost tripping. Edna grabbed him by the waist. “Watch out, baby.” When he was safely standing, she released him, letting her hands slide down his legs as she did so.

“First, we’re going to rinse you off. Get all that sweat off your body.” She retrieved a handheld shower nozzle from a hook on the wall above the tub, then turned the water on. Caleb was watching her almost fearfully. After she deemed the water temperature to be warm enough, she told Caleb, “Lean your head back. We’re starting with your hair and moving down.”

She ran a hand through his hair and she sprayed it. “Now, close your eyes. I’m going to rinse your face.”

She worked her way down to his neck and shoulders, then took one of his wrists and raised his arm all the way up to rinse his armpit. Caleb tried to jerk it back down, but Edna held it firm. “Don’t be bashful. I see those little sprouts of hair. Be proud of them. You’re well on your way to being a man. Now, let’s do the other one.”

Caleb said, “You shouldn’t talk about my underarm hair.”

“Seems like we can’t mention your entire body. Which is silly, since your entire body is visible. Being naked does that.”

As she used the shower nozzle with one hand, she kept the other in constant contact with the boy’s skin, sluicing the water away. Caleb was getting fidgety as she descended below his navel.

“Ummm… you’re not going to… umm… you know?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know, baby. That wasn’t very articulate.”

“When you get to my… private parts. Are you going to do THEM?”

“Why, certainly. Don’t be silly. Those, and your bottom, need more attention than anything else.” She looked at the parts in question. “Anyway, your little man seems to be enjoying all the attention. He’s still standing tall.”

“That’s because you keep touching me,” Caleb wailed. “If you’d just leave and let me bathe myself, it’d go down.”

“If I left a boy in a state of arousal in the tub all by himself, I’m sure it WOULD go down. But not till after he did what boys aren’t supposed to be doing. And you’re not doing that in MY tub, young man.”

Caleb looked shocked. “I wouldn’t do that in somebody else’s tub. I mean… I don’t do that in MY tub. I don’t do it at all. I’ve never done it. I’ve never even thought about it.”

Edna said, “I’m sure. Now, as for the parts in question…” As she ran the warm water over them, she moved his penis back and forth. Caleb kept making little unhappy noises, but Edna ignored him. She grasped his scrotum and held it up to wash under it, then moved it side to side for full coverage. “Your balls aren’t hairy yet. But don’t worry. That’s coming.”

“You shouldn’t talk about my balls.”

She moved down to his legs. Even though the water was warm, Caleb was shaking.

“There we go. That’s the front. I’ll get your feet once you’re soaking in the tub. Now turn around so we can do your backside.”

Caleb hesitated for just a moment. He still looked unsettled at having his privates handled by a strange woman. Edna cocked an eyebrow at him significantly and raised her hand slightly. Caleb turned.

She washed off his back, then his bottom.

“Ok, Caleb. Hands around your ankles now.”

Caleb half turned, looking appalled. “W… what?”

“Bend over and grab your ankles. I need to do your bottomhole.”

“There’s no friggin’ way,” the boy declared.

SMACK.

“Owww. Oh, come on. That’s too much. Please.”

Edna turned sympathetic. “Is it because you’re unhygienic? I know a lot of boys are. You get in a hurry and don’t do a proper job with the tissue.”

“Ewwww. No. I wipe. I wipe really well. I just don’t want you to see me there. You’ve seen everywhere else. Just let me have one place that’s still private. Please.”

“Caleb, I know you’re fourteen. But fourteen is still a child. And children need to be taken care of by the adults. Gladys and I are the adults here. Since your mom and dad aren’t here, it falls to us to care for you. And part of that care involves insuring you’re clean. So bend over before I REALLY give you a spanking.”

Caleb let out a little sob, but bent over and grabbed his ankles. Edna bent down to inspect the area this position opened up. With a thumb and forefinger she spread him open a bit wider.

“There it is.”

“Oh, God.”

“And it looks well wiped. You’re correct. You’re a very hygienic young man. You should be proud.”

She hosed it down.

Gladys spoke from the doorway. “How’s it going in here?”

Caleb cried out, “Don’t look. Don’t look.”

Gladys walked up to stand beside Edna. “I’ve seen a few heinie holes in my time, boy, and yours isn’t anything special.”

“But it’s MINE. And it’s private.”

Gladys laughed. “Not so much anymore.”

“This is AWFUL.”

“Oh, the melodrama. Edna, fill the tub and let the boy soak a while. That should make him feel better.”

Caleb stood and turned around, He looked sullen. “Some clothes would make me feel better. Starting this day over and staying home would make me feel better.”

As Edna put the plug in the drain and started the bath water, Gladys said, “Sorry. We may be witches, but we can’t turn back time.”

Edna wanted to add some fragrant oil to the water, but Gladys said, “We can’t have the boy going home smelling like a pretty little girl. His mama might notice.” She chose some unscented oil instead.

Caleb asked, “I AM going home, right? I mean, you’re not going to…” He seemed to be taking the talk about witches more seriously than he indicated earlier.

Gladys assured him, “We’re not going to cook you up in the oven, boy. You’re a little bitty thing. You’d hardly make a single meal. Now, if you happen back our way in a couple of years…”

Edna stepped in as usual. “Leave him alone, Gladys.”

After Caleb settled into the warm bath water, the two women stood and chatted for a while. They occasionally glanced over to the boy to check on him. After a while, he seemed to fall into a light doze.

“How are you doing, young Caleb?” Gladys asked.

He opened his eyes and gave her a small smile. “I’m fine. A bit light headed, for some reason.”

Edna said, “You’ve just had a busy day. Probably need a nap.”

“I feel all drifty. Like a bird in a bowl of soup.”

Gladys told Edna, “Sounds like he’s ready. You take one side of the tub. I’ll take the other.” To Caleb, she said, “We’re going to have you cleaner than you’ve been since your mother last gave you a bath. How long ago was that?”

Caleb looked up to the ceiling for the answer. He said dreamily, “Ohhhh… about a year ago. I’d had the flu real bad for days. I was over it, but was too wiped out to get out of bed. Mom undressed me and gave me a bed bath. THAT was embarrassing. She bathed EVERYTHING.” He pointed down at his penis.

Edna whispered, “It’s definitely working.”

Gladys said, “It took long enough. That potion usually just takes a minute or two.”

“Well, he’s such a little thing. I didn’t want to give him too much. I think I overcompensated and gave him too little. But he’s fine now.”

Caleb was still telling his tale. “And that wasn’t the worst of it. My mom’s friend from her college days was visiting. A FEMALE friend. She was in there talking with Mom the whole time. With me laid out there on the bed stark naked. I was sooooooo embarrassed.” He stopped talking to consider something. “That was a really long ‘soooooooo’ wasn’t it?”

Edna assured him it was.

Caleb said, “I couldn’t look at my mom’s friend after that for the rest of her visit. It wasn’t even like she was one of those grownups who’d changed my diapers or bathed me when I was little. That’s what grownups always say. ‘I used to change your diapers.’ But she didn’t.

“So that was the first time she ever saw me naked. And I was thirteen. And Mom didn’t think anything about letting my her see me all naked on my bed. And getting bathed. Like I was a baby.”

Edna told him, “You’re still a baby.”

“I am NOT,” Caleb said. He didn’t sound offended. He was too drifty for that. “Mom even let that woman help turn he over so she could clean my backside.”

By then, Gladys and Edna were kneeling on either side of the tub. They each had a bar of soap. Not the pink scented soap on the shelf behind Edna. This was soap suitable for a boy. They were extremely thorough with his upper body and legs, rubbing him with their slick, soapy hands, then again with washcloths, then again with their hands for good measure. He giggled and squirmed when they worked on his toes.

Edna told Gladys, “I know another part he’ll enjoy even better.”

“Wait till we have him up on his knees. Everything will be easier to reach.”

Caleb stopped giggling and looked very serious. “Then I had to pee. I told Mom I could get up to go to the bathroom. She told me no, to wait a minute. She went and got this… contraption. She said it was for boys who had to pee but couldn’t get out of bed. It had a tube to stick my thing in. It was actually made for you to stick your thing in it. Can you imagine?” He looked at each woman in turn to make sure they grasped the enormity of what he was saying.

Gladys said, “The world is full of strange and wonderous things.”

“Just think… there’s a factory somewhere with people making these things, knowing boys are going to be sticking their things in them. And then filling them up with pee.” His mouth dropped open. “You don’t think WOMEN work there? No. That wouldn’t be allowed. That’s like an invasion of privacy.”

Edna said, “It sounds like you didn’t have much privacy yourself that day.”

Caleb said, “You’re telling ME. Mom put this contraption of the bed between my legs. Then she took my thing and stuck it in the tube. Her friend was standing right there watching. And they were talking about other stuff like it was all nothing. Like I wasn’t dying of embarrassment. I was going to try and hold it just to spite them, but that would mean laying there naked even longer. So I had to pee right there in front of them. With them knowing I was doing it. You could hear it. Then Mom has that woman help her dress me in clean underwear and pajamas.” Caleb was breathing heavily and frowning.

Gladys looked up at Edna. “He’s getting a little agitated.”

Edna left and came back with some more chocolate milk.

“Here, drink this, baby. You’ll feel better.”

She held it up to his mouth while he downed half the glass. They let him soak some more while Edna rubbed his shoulders and Gladys stroked his legs.

Once he was smiling again, they helped him into a kneeling position. After instructing him to hold onto the sides of the tub, they began to work on his midsection. Edna took the rear while Gladys handled his front. They were as thorough as before. Caleb just stared off into space with a beatific smile on his face, enjoying the sensations.

Not long after the two women had switched places, the boy started making unconscious thrusting motions with his hips. Gladys had her hand between his legs from the back. Her wrist was nestled in the cleft of his buttocks, while her hand was kneading his soapy scrotum. Edna was sliding her hand up and down his slick penis.

“I think he’s about to do it,” Edna announced.

Gladys kept her hand where it was and leaned over to watch. Caleb had been making little pleasurable noises throughout the bath. Now those sounds became more urgent. His hands gripped the edges of the tub so tightly the knuckles turned white. His thrusting motions became more aggressive.

Edna said, “Do you think he’s done it before? For real?”

Gladys told her, “No. He has VIRGIN written all over him. Not like that last one that was so arrogant. Thought he was God’s gift. I didn’t mind putting that one in his place.” They rarely used the permanent impotence potion, but he’d been a deserving recipient.

Gladys continued, “I prefer the innocent ones. Like young Caleb. All that air humping he’s doing is just him acting on instinct.”

Gladys continued to knead his balls within their sack while Edna pumped him faster. Caleb let out a dog howl and shot out the first burst of semen. It cleared the end of the tub to splatter on the tiled floor. Edna jerked harder as Caleb sent three more strings of his fluid into the bath water. Then he collapsed back with his bottom on his heels and let out a long satisfied moan.

Gladys looked over at the sticky substance of the floor. “Isn’t that just like a boy to make a mess.”

A half hour later, the two women were sitting side by side on the sofa. The sitting room was as bright as the breakfast nook and the bathroom. The walls were pale pink. There were knickknacks and doilies everywhere. The sofa was pink, as were the two overstuffed armchairs flanking it.

A sleeping Caleb lay across their laps on his stomach. He was still naked. The women had been taking turns rubbing his bottom, waiting for him to wake up. At the moment, Gladys had bottom duty. She liked to delve deeper than her friend. She had her finger sliding up and down between his buttocks. Edna, sitting closest to his head, was running her hand through his hair.

Caleb started to stir. “Mom?” He opened his eyes.

Edna said, “You’re finally awake, dearie. You must’ve been completely worn out. I think standing around outside the house in the heat of the day took a lot out of you.”

Caleb started to push himself up.

“No, no,” Gladys told him. She leaned forward and took a bottle of hand lotion from the coffee table in front of the sofa. “You got into some poison ivy will you were cowering in the trees. We saw a rash all over your bottom while you were bathing yourself. Luckily, we have a special treatment for it. It’ll stop it before it really starts. We have to rub it into the affected area for quite a while for it to soak in and do its magic.”

Caleb seemed confused. “I was bathing myself? I thought…”

Edna asked, “You thought what, baby?”

“I don’t know. Everything is all hazy.”

Gladys said, “It’s all that sun. You’re lucky you didn’t get a heat stroke.” She made a stroking motion which Caleb couldn’t see.

Edna tittered. “You said you were going to tell us what happened in the woods. How you lost your clothes.”

“I did? I didn’t want ANYONE to know what happened.”

Gladys said, “You told us it was preying on your mind, and you thought getting it off your chest would help.” She squirted some lotion on Caleb’s bottom and started rubbing it in.

“Oh. That feels… um… it feels…”

Edna said, “It should feel GOOD. It’s getting rid of that nasty poison ivy.”

Caleb said, “That must be it. That’s why…”

Gladys slid her hand in deep again.

Caleb pushed himself halfway up. “Oh. You’re touching my… my bottomhole. Your finger is… like… really in there. I mean IN there.”

Gladys told him, “You have it all over. Like you sat in it. You don’t want poison ivy in there, believe me, boy.” She pushed a little more.

“Oh. Oh, man. This is like when Mom gave me suppositories.”

Edna said, “She was taking care of you. Just like we are. Why don’t you settle back down and tell us about the woods while Gladys gets you all fixed up?”

“Ok… ok…oh, man, ohhhh… ok.”

Caleb’s Story. Part One.

So, you obviously know you’re not the first people to see me naked today. I wouldn’t have been outside your house otherwise. And the first ones weren’t nice like you are.

They were four kids from my school. Two boys and two girls. The girls, Alice and Naomi, are in my grade. I’m a freshman. They were never very friendly to me. They’re in the IN crowd. I’m not. The two boys are sixteen. Mitchell and Nathan. They’re juniors. Girls my age like older boys. And they’re football players. So they think they’re just IT. They’re always picking on younger boys. Like me.

Anyway, I was supposed to stay home all day, but I was going stir crazy. I like roaming around the woods. They’re not far from my house. So I decided to just get out for a couple of hours.

I’d been out there for about an hour when I heard someone call out behind me. “Hey, kid.”

I turned around and there they were. I immediately knew I was in trouble. That’s the kind of kids they are. I knew Mitchell and Nathan were going to pick on me to impress the girls. And Alice and Naomi are the kind of girls that are impressed by that kind of thing.

But it never occurred to me they’d do what they did, ALL the stuff they did. And… well, it’s not even over after today. Other kids are going to know all about it by tomorrow. Once school starts again in a couple of weeks, EVERYONE’S going to know. And it’s not just that they’ll hear about it. Alice had a camera. One of those Polaroids. There’s… pictures.

“Ummm… I don’t know if poison ivy could get in that far.”

“Those vines can be treacherous, boy. Better safe than sorry.

“Ok…”

Caleb’s Story. Part Two.

I thought about running, even though I’d look like a coward. We were all out there in the woods, way away from anything and anyone else. Every time they’d picked on me before, we were at school. There’s only so much they could get away with. But today… they could do anything they wanted. So I was seriously considering running.

But, like I said, the boys were football players. They’re really athletic. I knew they could catch me. And they’d probably be pissed… I mean, angry… at having to chase me down. That’d make it worse. And they’re way bigger than me. They’re SIXTEEN.

So, I said, “What?” I was trying to act like I wasn’t scared half to death. The girls were giggling. That alone is embarrassing enough. It’s not fun having girls laugh at you.

There was something about the way they were looking at me. It told me this wasn’t going to be the usual bullying. They had a lot more in mind.

That’s when I started getting some idea of what it was. I’d heard about kids getting their clothes stolen before. A couple of years ago, there was a kid I knew. David. We weren’t great friends, but we’d say hi to each other. Sometimes have lunch together. He was twelve, like I was at the time. He told me all about what happened to HIM. Well, I already knew about it. The whole school did. But he told me his side of it.

He played on a baseball team. After a practice game, he was walking home still wearing his baseball uniform. His road is more rural than mine. There’s just a few houses, all spread out with lots of pastures between them. Some of the tough boys from school saw him. They thought baseball was for pussies. Sorry. I mean… it wasn’t like FOOTBALL.

So, they surrounded him and pushed him around for a while. Then they decided to do a little more. They all jumped him at once and took all his clothes off. Then they pushed him around some more. This was all out there in broad daylight by the side of the road. A few cars and pickups went by, but no one stopped to help him. They just honked their horns and yelled and laughed.

The punks finally told him if he’d admit to being a puss… you know, that word… they’d let him get dressed and go home. So he did. They gave him back his jock strap. The kind that has the cup in front. Do you know what a jock is? You probably don’t. Ladies don’t know about jock straps. Unless they’re mothers and have to buy one for their son. My mom has had to buy me a couple. THAT’S embarrassing. Anyway, it just barely covers you in front, and leaves your bottom completely bare. It was designed by a PERV. Probably some guy like my coach. He REALLY likes to supervise us when we get undressed and take showers. But that’s off the subject.

So, he put it on, then waited for the rest of his clothes. But that was all they were going to give him. They said they were going to give him a thirty second head start, then they were going to chase him down. If they caught him, they were going to take the jock strap off him again, and he’d have to go the rest of the way home naked.

They didn’t catch him. He’s a baseball player, after all. He was quick. A few more pickups passed him but didn’t stop. A few of the girls at school saw his bare butt when their parents drove by. One even saw him while he was completely naked when the boys first stripped him. And those are just the ones who admitted to it. Some boys saw him, too. He said other boys see him naked in the locker room all the time, and it’s no big deal. But this was out in the open, on a road in town. And everyone knew he’d been stripped by force. That made it way different.

After he told me about it, and about how humiliating the whole thing was, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I was horrified. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like. Then, today, when I saw those bullies, I realized I might be about to find out.

So, I decided for sure to run. I’m not a baseball player, but I figured sheer terror would give me an edge. But it was too late. The whole time I’d been thinking all this over, they’d been walking up to me. Suddenly, they were right there.

Mitchell said, “I do believe you’re trespassing, squirt.”

I wanted to mouth off to him, show them all that I wasn’t scared. But what I said was, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

So he said, “How could you not know? You knew you didn’t pay the toll.”

I told him I didn’t know anything about a toll.

Then Naomi said, “You don’t know about the toll? EVERYONE knows about the toll.”

They all agreed. Everyone knew.

Nathan said they were the toll enforcers. I’d either have to pay the toll, or they were going to take it out of my hide.

I told them I didn’t have any money on me, but I could pay them later.

Mitchell said, “That’s what they ALL say. Then ‘later’ never comes. You pay now, or we’re going to whoop your scrawny little ass.”

I said I couldn’t pay. I really, really didn’t want to get beat up. I was almost in a panic. They all could tell, and they thought it was funny.

Alice said, “The poor little boy is so scared he’s about to pee his pants. Let’s give him a break. Let him hand over his t-shirt. We’ll decide how much it’s worth. Maybe it’ll cover the cost of the toll.”

I asked how much the toll was.

She said, “Just eight dollars. It’s a bargain.”

I knew where this was going. I’m not stupid. But if I didn’t go along, I was sure they’d beat me up. And I kept telling myself, maybe they wouldn’t make me strip all the way down.

I pulled my t-shirt off and gave it to Alice. She and the other looked it over, like they were really appraising it.

“One dollar,” Alice told me.

I told her it was worth more than THAT. Mitchel stepped up right in my face and told me if I insulted the girls’ integrity again, I’d regret it.

I already felt naked, with just my shirt off. They were all looking at me and laughing. Naomi was saying that Mitchell was right… I was scrawny.

Edna broke in and said, “You’re not scrawny, dear. You’re slender. You’re a very good looking boy.”

“Umm… thanks.”

Gladys said, “Edna, why don’t you get some lotion and double-check my work. Make sure I didn’t miss any spots. Can’t have the boy’s bottom all broken out in an itchy rash. Then I think we should do his back and legs just in case there’s some that hasn’t shown up yet.”

As Edna’s hand slid over one buttock, down into the cleft, and up the other side, she said, “Continue with your story, dear.”

“Ummmmmm… ok……”

Caleb’s Story. Part Three.

Naomi told me, “You’ve got seven dollars to go.”

They all stood there waiting.

So, I pulled one of my tennis shoes off. I kept worrying about whether they’d give me my clothes back once they’d had their fun. I was almost resigned to the fact that they were going to make me strip down to the skin. It’d be humiliating enough for boys to make me do it. But girls were there too. This was going to be awful. The worst thing that had ever happened to me. But it was going to happen. That was a fact. It still remained to be seen if they’d make me run home naked. I couldn’t stand the thought of that. I’d have to run down five different streets. And I knew at that time of day kids would be out in their front yards playing, out in the streets. People would be driving around. There’s no telling how many people would see me. And all of them would be my neighbors. And kids I go to school with.

Naomi took my shoe. They all looked it over. Then she said, “One dollar. Six bucks to go. Let’s hope your other clothes are worth more.”

Another shoe, another dollar. Then came my socks. A dollar each. All I had left was my jeans, my belt, and my underwear.

I took the belt off. One dollar. Two dollars to go, which meant my jeans and underwear. I knew that wasn’t a coincidence.

It was time for my jeans, but I just couldn’t do it. There was no way I could take them off and let those girls see me in my underwear. And after those came off, they’d see ME. They’d see what was under the underwear.

I tried. I really did. But I couldn’t make myself do it. I started begging them. I started crying. That made them laugh more. They were calling me a crybaby. And… well, I was. But I could no more stop crying than I could take my jeans off.

Mitchell and Nathan finally stepped in and did it for me. Nathan got behind me and grabbed me while Mitchell stripped me down to my underwear. The girls told him to wait before taking the rest. They wanted to see me in my briefs. So Nathan kept hold of me while Mitchell stepped aside so the girls could get a good look.

I was screaming at them by then. I was so… just overwhelmed with humiliation at what they were doing to me. And I knew my underwear were about to be pulled off, too. I begged some more. They loved every minute of it.

Finally, the girls said they wanted to see the rest. I wanted to kick Mitchell when he got in front of me to take them. But I knew they’d beat me to death if I did. So I just stood there crying while he pulled my underwear down. Then off.

The girls squealed and hollered. The boys were hollering, too. It went on and on. The whole time I had to stand there with Nathan’s arms wrapped around me, unable to do anything.

After what seemed like forever, Nathan let me go. I just dropped down to my knees.

Mitchell said, “One dollar to go.”

I looked up and said, “Wait. Everything was a dollar. There were two dollars left before my jeans and underwear. I’ve paid the toll.”

He said, “You would’ve been paid in full if you’d taken the rest off by yourself. But we had to do it for you. So they were only fifty cents each. You still owe a dollar.”

I thought, “Oh, God. What are they going to do to me now?”

Alice spoke up. “I’ve always wanted to see a boy pee. I know he has to hold it. I want to see that.”

Mitchell leaned down and said, “You heard the little lady. She wants to see a boy pee. You better hope you’ve got some in you.”

I was still crying. There was no way I could stop. And I was scared. Like I’d never been before. If I didn’t do it, they were going to hurt me. Really bad. I could tell the boys were hoping I’d give them a reason. I asked how much it would take off what I owed.

Alice said, “It depends on how long you do it.”

So I had to stand there naked with my thing in my hand and pee. It took forever before I could make any come out. I was locked up. Finally, Mitchel came up and cocked his fist way back. Pee started gushing out. I almost peed on his shoes. And there was a lot. It went on and on. I kept begging my bladder to hurry up and get it all out. The longer I stood there with pee coming out of me, the more humiliated I got. And everyone was about to die laughing.

It finally stopped. That’s when I found out about the camera. Alice walked up to me and showed me a photo. There I was, in black and white, completely naked and peeing. It showed everything. Including my pee. That’s what made it even more horrible. Not only was a naked, I was… relieving myself.

Without thinking, I screamed at them, “You better tear that up. You better not show it to anyone else.”

Mitchell grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled my face right up to his. He said, “Or what, you pathetic little shrimp.”

Then Alice said, “You know, peeing for us would’ve been worth a dollar. You would’ve been paid in full. But after that little tantrum, I’m going to say it was only worth fifty cents. You got fifty cents to go.”

Naomi said, “There’s something else that comes out of a boy’s peter when he holds it. I think I want to see THAT.”

They all went crazy. Mitchell still had me by the neck. He said, “You heard her. I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to start whacking it.”

“Oh… ummm, Miss Edna? That’s not my bottom. That’s my… you know, my balls. I didn’t even know they were… reachable from there.”

Edna said, “It’s called a scrotum, dear. And you don’t want any poison ivy there either. Lift your bottom up a bit. That’s a good boy.”

“Oh, my….”

Gladys said, “Continue with your tale.”

Caleb’s Story. Part Four.

I didn’t think I’d be able to do it. But I did. I couldn’t stand the thought of getting beat to a pulp. And I knew Mitchell and Nathan would do just that. They’d enjoy it even more than humiliating me. So I stood there and jerked off… masterbated. I don’t know if you know boys do that. But they do. Most of the boys my age do it. It’s something none of us talk about, but somehow we all know we do it. Well, some boys have what they call circle jerks, where they all do it together. I’ve never done that. But I know every other boy in my school masturbates because… well, I do it. And they’re all just like me, so they do it, too.

And I guess I just admitted to you that I do it. I don’t know why I’m saying all this really personal stuff. I’ve never told anyone I jerk it. Not even my friends. Mom knows because… well, she caught me. Twice. THAT was embarrassing. She made Dad give me a lecture. I could tell he didn’t want to discuss it any more than I did. He ended it by telling me to never do it again, and always clean up any mess I make when I do.

So anyway, since I’d never done a circle jerk, no one had ever seen me playing with myself. Except Mom, and we’re not discussing that. I’ve decided it never happened. But now I was jerking it in front of two girls in my class. And Alice was taking more pictures. I was thinking I’d do ANYTHING they said if they’d just let me have those pictures when I was through. The thought of other kids at school seeing them was about to kill me.

Then, that time came. I don’t know if you know what happens when a boy does it. But he shoots out his stuff. If he’s old enough. I only found out about it accidentally a couple of years ago. But I started playing with it way before that. Before I could shoot. I was around ten years old. I’d discovered it felt good to play with my thing. And one night I was playing with it longer than usual, and I suddenly thought I had to pee really bad. I ran out of my room still holding my thing to keep the pee in. Luckily, Mom and Dad were already in bed because my underwear and pajama bottoms were down around my ankles. It wasn’t easy to run like that. I was halfway to the bathroom when it hit. It felt GREAT. It wasn’t pee. It wasn’t anything at all back then. Nothing came out. So, I did this for years. Then, one day I was doing it, and when it happened this stuff came out of me. I didn’t know what was going on. I was scared. I didn’t dare tell Mom and Dad about it. And I couldn’t tell my friends. Finally, I went to the only teacher in my school who’s a man. It took me weeks to get up the nerve. When I told him what had happened, and was still happening, he told me what it was. He gave me the whole birds and bees lecture. And told me all about puberty. Something Dad should’ve done. It was awful having to admit to my teacher I played with my thing, but it was worth it. After that, I started hearing from other boys about sex stuff. A lot of it is totally wrong, but I don’t correct anyone.

And I’m still babbling about really private stuff. Man. I have a runaway mouth.

Anyway, Alice got a picture of me squirting, too. This long line of stuff coming out of my thing. After I was finished, they made me look at all the pictures. There was about a dozen. I begged them to let me have them. Of course, they didn’t. They’re going to show them around school in a couple of weeks. And to a few kids even before then. I may just run away. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like for my classmates to see pictures of me naked. And peeing. And jerking off.

Then they left and took my clothes with them. I begged them not to. I even got down on my knees. Nathan told me if I didn’t want to go home naked, there was always the house where the two witches lived. Maybe they’d help me. Or they might turn me into a frog. I was scared. But I couldn’t bear the thought of running through the streets naked where everyone in my neighborhood would see me. The story about what happened in the woods and all the pictures to go with it was going to be bad enough once school started.

So… that’s how I ended up outside your house without any clothes.

Edna got a half full glass of chocolate milk from the coffee table. There was a straw in it.

“Sip a little more of your milk, baby.”

Caleb obediently took a few sips. “That stuff is really good.”

Gladys started wiping the excess lotion off the boy’s body. “Go ahead and turn over now. We’d better do your front just in case.”

“Ummm… When you were rubbing in the lotion, and I was talking about doing it… I got… well…”

Gladys said, “Yes, I know. I could feel it poking my leg. Don’t worry. We’ve seen it before.”

Caleb lamented as he was turning over onto his back, “From this day on, my life is going to be nothing but one humiliation after another.”

He lay across their laps, his penis sticking up. Edna started reaching for the lotion, but Gladys slapped her hand. She whispered, “You did him last time in the bath. It’s my turn.”

To Caleb, she said, “Kid, this may be embarrassing, especially after your story of what happened earlier today, but I think we’d better make sure you don’t get a rash on your little flagpole here.”

Caleb looked like he barely heard her. He had a dreamy smile on his face again.

Gladys began applying the lotion, running her had up and down his penis. Edna alternated massaging his scrotum and playing with his curly pubic hair.

She told Gladys, “We’ll have to arrange for another day with him in a couple of years. I’d like to see how much he’s grown when he’s sixteen. He’s going to be a very handsome young man. Heck… I don’t think I want to wait that long. Let’s make it a year.”

“We’ll have to use one of our other methods. He’ll get suspicious if that same bunch strips him in the woods again.

Edna huffed. “I don’t like those punks anyway. We just said to strip and play with anyone they find. Then send them our way. We didn’t say anything about taking photos.”

“We didn’t tell them NOT to. And I don’t like them either, but they get results. And remember, they work for cheap. Those special brownies we give them aren’t even from the grimoire. I just wish we had a way of getting advance warning when they find a new plaything. Remember a couple of months ago when we missed one because we were on a supply run to the herbalist? That was so annoying.”

“Those thugs enjoy tormenting their prey so much, they should be paying US. And they took it too far this time. They’re supposed to keep the situation contained. Poor Caleb is going to have a terrible time in school once those photos make the rounds. Kids can be cruel. Maybe we should tell the punks to give the pictures to US. They wouldn’t dare disobey.”

Gladys said, “No. Caleb needs to learn to fight for himself. He’s too obviously a victim. Maybe this will inspire him to. And you shouldn’t let yourself get so involved with a plaything.”

Edna looked unhappy as she rubbed behind Caleb’s scrotum. “It may make him tougher. Or it may destroy him.”

“Beyond our control. And I think he’s about to do it.”

Caleb arched his back and howled as he shot another load onto his stomach.

Later, they wrapped the still groggy boy in a blanket and bundled him into their old jalopy. They got him home and into his bed before his parents returned.

On their return trip to the cottage, Gladys said, “I slipped him a little extra potion after we tucked him in. He shouldn’t remember much of what happened after the punks got through playing with him. With any luck, what he DOES remember of us, he’ll think was just a dream. I’d be interested to know what excuse the boy comes up with for his missing clothes. I doubt he’ll tell mom and dad he had to strip, pee, and masterbate for a group of bullies.”

Edna said, “Remember to ask him in a year.”