Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 10

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 10
by Chadlad

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Chapter 10: An Epiphany

"So what were you saying about boys' balls?" Dakota prompted.

"What you need to know is that they're really, really sensitive," Beth advised. "So sensitive that apparently it hurts more to be hit on the balls or squeezed there than anything else you can to do a boy. It's like your eye is sensitive to getting something in it, or how a toothache can be the worst thing you've ever felt. That's what one of the boys at school told me. You explain it, Chad. Tell her what it's like to be hit in the balls."

"It hurts," Chad muttered sullenly.

"Explain it better, and lose the attitude, or I'll demonstrate on you," Beth said menacingly

Chad straightened up in his chair, choosing his words carefully so as not to incite his sister further. "It hurts a lot," he added. "But it's not like a toothache or a spanking. It's more like getting punched in the gut. It's not a sharp, stabbing pain. It's more of an ache, only the worst ache you can imagine. It's like an exploding ache. It makes you want to throw up, and it throbs forever afterward. It's like an ache that just spills outward and overwhelms your whole crotch."

"Which means," Beth said, "that they're really sensitive and that boys will do anything to keep them from being hit or pulled or squeezed. They never get used to it, and it hurts just as bad every time. So you can always threaten to hit them in the balls if they don't obey, or squeeze their balls. And you can hold them still by their balls if they're trying to get away, or if they're moving too much during a spanking! Nothing on girls is that vulnerable, and that's another reason girls are tougher than boys and we can always control them," Beth concluded. "Just threatened to squeeze their little balls and they'll jump right into line."

She looked around the room. "Now, if you don't have any questions, it's time to go yank Tommy's chain a little. Remember the anticipation thing? He's standing in the corner, expecting to be paddled by Gabriel right away when we come back. So we're not going to do that. We're going to set up to do it, but you won't actually start his paddling yet, Gabriel."

"But that's not fair," Gabriel protested. "You said I'd get to paddle his butt!"

"And so you shall," Beth said. "But not just yet. I'm aiming right now for early evening, after which we can send him to bed. That way he can spend all day worrying about how much it's going to hurt. Besides, I've thought up something more fun to do to him instead right now. Just follow my lead." She rose and led the entire group back into the living room, where Tommy was facing the corner, his bright pink butt on display, sniffling loudly. He started when he heard the door open behind him and the assembled group shuffle in.

"Thomas Henson, get your little butt over here for more discipline," Beth said sharply. Tommy, hands still behind his head, separated from the corner with an audible groan, blushing as he faced the girls with his genitals swaying as he walked toward them. His nicely shaped penis hung down perfectly, his balls evenly projecting from either side behind it. He would have made a perfect illustration for a diagram on mid puberty in boys, Karen thought to herself, except for the complete lack of any pubic hair on his cleanly shaven crotch.

Tommy was wincing with each step. It was obvious his bottom was still hurting him by the way he walked. "Ready for a nice, long butt blistering with the paddle?" Beth asked pleasantly. Gabriel had retrieved the paddle and was sitting on the couch, looking expectantly at Tommy and patting the couch with his paddle.

"Come on, you big meany," Gabriel said, pointing over his lap. "Get over here and lay across my lap so I can beat your butt 'til it's blistered all over!"

Tommy flinched and looked pleadingly at Beth. "Please don't make me," he said hesitantly.

"That's what I said last night," Gabriel said crossly. "I said 'please don't.' And you said you'd crush my balls! Well, I'm going to crush yours while I paddle you! Get over here now!"

Tommy shuffled a few steps closer to Gabriel. Gabriel set down the paddle and reached out as he neared, lifting Tommy's penis with his right hand, circling his dangling scrotum with the left. He squeezed lightly, pulling Tommy closer. "Owwwww!" Tommy complained. "Stop it! That hurts!"

"Funny, I said that last night, too," Gabriel said. "And you ignored me then. So I'm ignoring you now. Get over my lap, you big baby!"

Awkwardly, trying not to increase the pressure on his scrotum, Tommy clambered down across Gabriel's lap, feeling very foolish lying in the juvenile punishment position over a much younger boy. Gabriel began massaging Tommy's still reddened posterior. "His butt is still all soft and bumpy," he commented as he did. "Better check to see if the girls really got him clean!" Still holding Tommy's scrotum just tightly enough to be uncomfortable, he pried Tommy's right bun away from him, leaning over and staring at the boy's butt hole. "That's where you stuck your stupid dick in me," he commented, leaning so close his breath could be felt on Tommy's open butt crack. "Right there where the poop comes out! It hurt bad, too! Worse than the other times the boys in the foster homes did it! But this time I get to hurt you back! Here's what I think of your stupid butt hole!" Still leaning over, he spit in Tommy's butt crack, hitting just above the pursed orifice. Tommy could feel wetness creeping down across his wrinkled muscle, soaking into the tightly closed slit of the hole itself and then drifting on down between his legs, following the raised ridge that ran from butt hole to balls on him. Gabriel let go of his butt, trapping the dampness within.

Tommy looked over his shoulder fearfully as Gabriel picked up the paddle and rested it right over his butt hole. "Anything to say before he roasts your butt, little brother?" Beth said. Tommy racked his fevered brain for something to say to make this better, but his mind was a blank. He shook his head, his face white with fear.

"What's the matter, Tommy? Cat got your tongue? You're not such a big shot with your bare butt over someone's lap, are you? How do you think this paddling is going to feel?" Beth taunted.

"It's gonna hurt!" Tommy blurted out. He was shaking, still staring over his shoulder at the paddle resting on his bare bottom, his balls throbbing dully where Gabriel was holding them just a little too tightly. Gabriel lifted the paddle, holding it high in the air above Tommy's unprotected butt. Tommy tensed, tightening his butt until the furrow where his buns joined turned white from the effort. The two remained in this tableau for a least half a minute.

"Come on!" Tommy finally said. "I can't stand waiting. Get started and get it over with!"

Gabriel lowered the paddle again. "I don't think so," he said, looking at Beth for approval. Beth nodded encouragement. "I think we should punish you some other way for awhile, and let you think about this during that time. Think about what it's going to feel like to have me hitting your bare butt with the paddle! Think about not being able to get up or protect yourself, but just having to lie there and take it! Think about me beating your butt until you're blistered all over." He set the paddle down and lifted on Tommy's scrotum. "Get up!" he ordered, yanking upward.

"Owwwww!" Tommy protested, getting hastily to his feet. He stumbled, wincing as Gabriel's hold on his privates righted him, then stood there in front of everyone, naked and trembling. "Please," he finally said after no one said anything. "Paddle me and get it over with."

"Nope," Beth said cheerfully. "He's right – you need to think about it for awhile. Besides, Karen and I have another activity planned for you right now.

She smiled at Gabriel. "Let Dakota have his balls," she said. Gabriel reluctantly released Tommy's genitals, but Tommy's relief was short lived as Dakota's diminutive grip circled his small orbs and then squeezed, just enough to create discomfort again. "You boys relax," she said. "This is more of a girl thing." She looked Tommy in the face. "We're going to play 'Truth or Consequences,'" she said.

"Don't you mean 'Truth or Dare?'" Chad asked.

"No, I mean Truth or Consequences. We're going to ask Tommy questions, and he either has to tell the truth or suffer the consequences. The consequences will be to have his balls squeezed. We'll start out with light squeezes the first time he lies, but Dakota will squeeze harder with every lie. We girls will ask the questions. You," she said, looking at Tommy, "had better tell the truth. Because I may already know the answers to whatever you say, or Chad may if I don't, and if you're lying, you get the consequences, or at least your baby balls do." She went to the table, where several bungie cords lay that the others hadn't noticed prior to that. Chad looked on in surprise. When had she brought them in? Quickly, she bound Tommy's hands behind his back. "This should keep you from being tempted to protect yourself with your hands if you can't seem to find the truth and need to suffer the consequences. Karen, you can have the first question. Ask him an easy one so he gets the hang of it, then we'll move to the harder and more embarrassing stuff."

Karen looked thoughtful. "Okay," she said. "Here's one that's embarrassing, but he shouldn't have too much trouble answering. Have you ever pooped your pants since you started school? And if so, what were the details."

Tommy looked at Dakota and Gabriel, both staring at him curiously. Beth and Chad both knew he'd pooped his pants in kindergarten. He'd couldn't very well lie. But it was so embarrassing to admit! "You guys know I did," he said grudgingly. "In kindergarten. I had diarrhea. Mom had to come get me and take me home to clean up." He flushed with embarrassment.

"Very good," Beth said. "You saved your little balls on that one. Now I have a question for you. How often a week do you play with your little dinger, and how do you manage it without being seen?"

Tommy flushed bright red. "I don't…" he began, but was cut short by Beth.

"Give him a squeeze, Dakota," she said. Dakota promptly tightened her grip briefly, making Tommy's balls ache. "Try again," Beth said.

"I, I don't do it much, only once a week or so," Tommy sputtered, his balls complaining. Beth looked at Chad, who shook his head.

"Nope," Chad said. "No way. He has to do it lots more than that. He tries to be quiet and do it when he thinks I'm asleep, but I hear him anyway, so I know it's more than once a week."

"A little harder, Dakota," Beth said. "He didn't get the message last time." Dakota squeezed Tommy's sack a bit more firmly, causing a quantum increase in his balls' dull ache.

Tommy doubled over a bit. "Okay, okay!" he said. "I do it at least once a day! Sometimes twice or three times!"

"Where?" Beth asked.

"Usually in the bathroom! Sometimes when I'm in bed and Chad's looking the other way or asleep," Tommy said, his balls still aching.

"Anywhere else?" Beth asked.

Tommy considered saying no, but felt Dakota's pressure on his still sore balls and decided not to risk it. "In the shed in the yard," he admitted. "I close the door so no one can see in."

"So you're saying you play with your little dinger in bed, in the bathroom and in the shed in the yard – is that it?" Karen asked.

Tommy considered. "Yeah, he ventured, his face beet red. "That's it."

"He's still lying," Karen said. "I know that look. There's some place else he's done it – some place more embarrassing. I'd guess it's away from the house somewhere, but not far, and not where he can easily be seen – perhaps in Jenson's woods?"

Tommy's guilty reaction to this needed no interpretation for Dakota. She gave him a healthy squeeze this time. He tried to grasp his genitals with his hands to stop the pain, but they were bound behind him. Dakota's grip was like a vice squeezing his vulnerable sack painfully. "Unnnnnnngh!" he moaned. "Stopppp! Stoppppp!" Dakota lightened her grip. Tommy swallowed, fighting the urge to retch. "Okay, Okay! Stop squeezing me! Okay, sometimes do it in Jenson's woods!"

"Where?" Beth asked. "How do you keep from getting caught?"

"There's this special place," Tommy said. "It's all closed in with vines, like a secret little hut. You can't see in from the outside, but you can see out well enough to see if anyone's sneaking up on you. I sometimes go in there and do it." He looked at Karen. "How did you know?"

"Because you're a boy. You like the thrill of being naughty. The shed and your bedroom and the bathroom are too safe. You guys like the thrill of possibly being caught, so there had to be someplace riskier that you pull your little toy," she said patiently. "My little brothers do that, too. They'll sneak out of their window onto the roof and play with their little worms right there in the open during the day, out of sight but just a few feet from where other people are."

Karen reflected briefly on the day she had discovered this fact about her little brothers. She'd been passing their upstairs bedroom door when she'd heard giggling, and noted with a casual glance in their doorway that no one was in sight. Puzzled, she'd crept into their room, looking for obvious hiding places, only to hear the giggling coming from outside their window, along with whispered shushing noises. Slipping noiselessly to the window, she'd peaked around the edge, amazed to discover her two little red-haired brothers stretched out on the roof face up and side by side, their pants and underpants crumpled in piles nearby and their bottom halves completely bare. Glancing around, Karen realized that the roof, although just a few feet above the ground, was blocked from the view of other houses by the side wall, and faced a blank wall on the house next door, making it both public and private at the same time.

Both of her little brothers were frantically stroking their identical little hard-ons, while Rod giggled uncontrollably and Todd kept urging him in whispers to shut up so they wouldn't get caught. In seconds, Rod was clenching his little butt and panting through an obviously powerful dry orgasm, with Todd following on his heels with almost identical motions and sounds seconds later. The two had settled back on the roof with sighs of contentment. Karen had watched in fascination, wondering what they were going to do next. After a half a minute or so, Rod said, "Well, was I right? The roof burns your butt, but it makes it feel better when it happens."

"Felt good," Todd had said. "Still feels good."

"Yeah," Rod had said. "It burns to start with, but then it feels good."

"Wanna do it again?" Todd had asked, sounding sleepy and contented. "Bet I can beat you this time!"

"Bet you can't," Rod had said. "Bet you a million dollars I beat you!"

"Let's bet something real," Todd had said. "Like, when one of us finishes, the other one has to stop, even though he hasn't finished yet, and he can't touch it for an hour! So when I win, you have to stop right then, before you get to the shivery part!"

Rod had considered this. Looking determined, he'd finally said, "Okay, but it's going to be you who doesn't get to do the shivery part!

Instantly, both boys had gone back to work on their little penises, which were by then soft and drooping against their bare crotches, but in less than half a minute were standing up tall and proud in their rapidly stroking hands. In a surprisingly short time, Rod was panting and thrusting again, once again beating his brother to orgasm. He turned and looked at Todd triumphantly. "You have to stop now!" he'd said, batting his brother's hand away from his penis.

"Aww, come on, Rod," Todd had complained. "I'm almost there! And it wasn't a real bet!" He reached for his penis again, but his brother batted his hand away.

"I mean it, Todd!" Rod had said. "You have to stop! We had a bet!"

"But…" Todd had said, looking down at himself. His little penis was already beginning to droop, the good feeling having fled when Rod had moved his hand. "Oh, man," he'd complained. "You made me lose it!"

"You lost," Rod insisted. "So you gotta pay."

Todd had lunged at Rod, aiming a punch at his genital region, which Rod had blocked as he grappled to poke his twin's genitals in return. Karen, fearing they'd roll off the roof, and stepped out the window. "Stop it, you two!" she'd said. "You're going to fall off the roof and break your necks wrestling out here." She grabbed Rod and Todd both by the upper arms and propelled them back in the window, throwing their clothes in after them.

"Don't tell Mom!" they'd both chorused after getting over the shock of being discovered, their bottom halves naked, on the roof in broad daylight.

"Get dressed," she'd said calmly. "And then explain to me what you two thought you were doing." She'd smiled inwardly at their redly flushed buttocks, attesting to the heat of the roof that they'd been discussing. Over then next few minutes, she'd made them admit they had gone out onto the roof to play with themselves, which they'd done at night repeatedly in the past when everyone thought they were asleep, and that being in the open made it more exciting. Rod admitted that he had discovered just the day before when he was upstairs alone that it was more exciting to do in the daytime, when you could hear people talking nearby but they couldn't see you, and the roof was just hot enough to be stimulating but not hot enough to cause serious burns on bare skin. When Karen had looked skeptical, both boys had assured her that the hot roof made it better, according to Rod, because it "makes our wieners tingle more." She had promised not to tell their mother if they'd promise never to wrestle on the roof again, where they might risk falling off, and if they'd volunteer to do the dishes for a week.

Karen realized she'd trailed off, and they were waiting for her to finish. "Anyway, doing it in the open and risking the chance they might get caught makes them more excited," she concluded. "And lots of kids go into Jenson's woods to fool around in one way or another, so it was a safe guess."

"Wow," Dakota said. "You're good! Can I ask the next question?"

"Sure," Beth said. "Make it a good one."

"Did you ever go poop somewhere where you weren't supposed to?" Dakota asked. "And look at me when you answer, because I'll know if you're lying."

Tommy froze, unable to decide what to do. Nobody could know about this one – he'd been too clever. Could he risk lying? As he struggled to decide, he realized as Dakota began tightening her grip on his scrotum that his hesitation had already given them the answer. "Yesssss!" he said, doubling over against the increasing pain.

"Where and when?" Beth asked archly.

Tommy hesitated. Dakota tightened her grip. "Okay! Okay!" he said. "It was last year, after Halloween! Remember when old Mrs. Wiggins said we were too big for trick or treating and wouldn't give us any candy? I snuck out when you were all asleep and took a dump on her front porch, right by the door!"

"That was you?" Chad said, amazed. Mrs. Wiggins had carried on for days to every adult in the neighborhood about the excrement she'd stepped in on her way to get the newspaper the next morning, cursing every large dog owner on the block. And here the large dog had been his little brother all along! Thinking back, Chad realized Tommy had seemed unnaturally interested in her complaints – now it all made sense.

"Without wiping your butt?" Chad asked. This seemed so out of character for Tommy.

"I—come on, ease up, Dakota! I'm telling the truth!" Dakota eased her grip a bit. "I—I wiped when I got back in," Tommy said, still doubled over. Dakota eased her grip again, holding him just tightly enough to remind her she was there. Tommy straightened up, panting, his face flushed and his balls aching.

"Back to you, Karen," Beth said.

"Have you ever sucked another boy's penis?" she asked pointedly.

Tommy looked her in the eyes. "No!" he said forcefully. "No, no, no! Never. Not ever! And I'm telling the truth on this one!"

"Is that true?" Dakota asked Chad.

"Heck, I don't know," Chad said. "It may be. I've never seen him do it, and the way he reacted to Jesse, I'm inclined to believe him," he added.

Dakota looked at Beth. "If I had to guess, I'd say he secretly wants to, but he's still afraid to admit to it because that would mean admitting his own feelings. So he probably hasn't done it," Beth opined.

"Okay," Karen said. "So let's change the question a bit. If you had to pick a boy and suck his dick until he came, who would you pick, and why?" Tommy hesitated again. "He's about to lie," Dakota said flatly. She gave his privates a harder squeeze.

"Nooooo! Stoppppp!" Tommy gasped in pain, doubled over again. "Stoppppp!" Dakota eased up on his sack again. Tommy stayed doubled over, panting.

"Straighten up," Dakota ordered. "So we can see your face."

Aware of her hold on him, Tommy straightened up again. His face was mottled with color. He looked at Dakota pleadingly. "I forgot the question," he panted.

"Whose dick do you most want to suck, and why?" Karen repeated.

"No one's!" Tommy insisted. "I don't want to suck any boy. I've never even thought about doing it."

"Lying," Karen said laconically. "Lying through his teeth. Lying like a rug."

"Give him a hard squeeze and then maybe we'll let him try again," Beth said.

Pain exploded in Tommy's scrotum and Dakota ground his balls together for the first time since the bath incident. He doubled over, retching and almost throwing up. She released her pressure after several seconds of grinding, and the group waited expectantly while Tommy coughed and choked and tried to settle down. Chad unconsciously brought his thighs closer together, as if to protect his own privates. Gabriel slipped a hand to his crotch and clutched his own balls through his pants in sympathy with Tommy.

"Now try again," Beth said, when Tommy had calmed down some. "Which boy's dick do you secretly wish you could suck? And don't even think about lying this time – remember your little balls get squeezed harder and longer every time you lie. Who's the one boy whose dick you'd most like in you mouth?"

Tommy hesitated. Dakota began tightening her grip again.

"Okay, okay!" Tommy gasped. "That Alan kid. Last month when we were at his house and Chad was sucking him, I wondered for a moment what it would be like if I had to suck him. But only for a moment, and only because Chad was doing it, not because I want to!"

"More convincing, but still lying," Karen said, noting the furtive, pleading, panicked look in Tommy's eyes. Dakota responded instantly, clamping down on Tommy's plump scrotum, grinding his balls past each other harder this time. Tommy doubled over, losing his balance and falling on the floor in agony. Dakota followed him down, still rolling each orb in its sack past the other, squeezing as she did. She let go and stood up, leaving Tommy retching on the ground, mucus flowing from his nose and coughing up clear liquid. Beth calmly wiped his face and the floor, then pulled him to his feet as his retching and coughing settled down. He stood, looking miserable, half bent over his crotch, his penis and scrotum trying to retreat into his body and looking smaller than Chad had ever seen it.

"I believe you haven't answered Karen's question accurately yet," Beth said. "So I'll give you one more chance, then we'll resort to paddling your balls with a wooden spoon instead of squeezing them. Out of all the boys you know, which one is the one you've thought about sucking the most? You've already admitted thinking about sucking Alan what's his name, but he's obviously not the one you want to do it to the most. So whose little boydick do you want to suck until he comes in your mouth?"

Tommy looked at her pleadingly. "Please, do I have to say it?"

"I guess you'll have to go get the wooden spoon, Dakota," Beth said flatly. Dakota turned and headed for the door.

"Nooooo! Stop!" Tommy said, tears streaming down his face. He gulped several times and looked at the floor. "Jesse," he mumbled.

"I couldn't hear you," Dakota said, stepping back toward them.

"Jesse!" Tommy shrieked.

"What about Jesse?" Dakota said evenly, reaching for his plump sack and circling it again with his fingers, giving a firm squeeze.

"I thought about sucking Jesse!" Tommy blurted, doubled over again.

"Big surprise," Beth said. "I don't know why you didn't just admit it in the first place – we already knew anyway." She looked at Tommy with disgust. "And when did you first think about sucking your best friend's little dick?" she asked.

Tommy thought about it, half bent over, his face now streaked with tears. "Maybe when Chad was sucking him last month?" he said, half questioningly. "I wondered what it would be like to be Chad."

"Think harder," Beth said. "I'm pretty sure you thought about it before that," she added. Tommy thought furiously. Had he thought about what it would be like to suck Jesse's penis, or any other boy's penis, before that day? He thought about other sleepovers, when he and Jesse had talked deeply into the night about things, sometimes exchanging excited sexually laden comments. He remembered his then tiny penis throbbing in his pajamas as they talked, of himself furtively touching it in the dark while he and Jesse had talked. Had they talked about cock sucking back then? Had he pictured Jesse's head in his crotch? Sensing his hesitation, Dakota began tightening her fingers on his sack again.

"I don't knoooooww!" Tommy wailed. Tears began flowing freely down his face. "I don't remember! I may have – I don't know!'

"So I'm guessing you've wanted to suck Jesse's dick for awhile now. How about Gabriel? Have you thought of what it would be like to suck his little dick?" Beth snapped.

Tommy's eyes darted to Gabriel's crotch and back. "You saw that," Beth said to the assembled group. "So we all know the answer. Come on, out with it."

When Tommy hesitated again, Dakota gave him another, harder squeeze, this one resulting in a full minute of doubled-over retching by Tommy. As his convulsions subsided, Beth quizzed him again. "Tell everyone what you want to do to your cousin Gabriel, little brother," she said. "Or would you like some more of that?"

"Nooooooo!" Tommy said. He gulped again. "I thought about sucking Gabriel, too," he admitted. In the chair across the way, Gabriel's face perked up with interest. "While I was standing in the corner! I got to thinking about how I was going to be punished, and I got to thinking that Chad would probably make me suck him because I did it to him, and then I thought, Gabriel will make me do it, too!"

"And how did that make you feel, thinking about Gabriel making you suck him? Did it make your little dick get hard?" Beth asked forcefully.

Tommy cringed elaborately, his eyes rolling as he looked at Dakota's grip on his sack. He weighed the odds in his head. Finally, his face fell and he stared at the floor. "Yes," he breathed.

Yes, he thought to himself. Yes. The thought made his blood run cold. They had made him tell the truth, to himself as well as them. And the truth was, Jesse made him feel warm and cozy and horny inside, just the way Serena from down the block did. But Serena was a girl, and that was okay. Jesse was a boy! He couldn't feel that way about both girls and boys? So why did his groin stir when he watched Jesse walk away, his plump little butt swaying? Why did he get a hard on himself when he caught a glimpse of Jesse's hard little cock? He'd about died of horniness when Chad had been forced to suck Jesse each time during Chad's punishment days, watching the smaller boy thrust his butt with glee and drive his cute little penis deep into Chad's throat as he came, picturing that small penis in his own mouth. And then Beth had made him admit to them and himself for the first time that thinking of being forced to suck Gabriel's little sausage gave him that tingly feeling, too.

Everyone in the room was staring at him now. "So you're saying you've thought about doing sex stuff with that Jesse kid as well as my brother?" Dakota asked. She was studying Tommy with renewed interest.

"No!" Tommy replied.

"You just said 'yes' a minute ago," Chad noted. "One of them must be a lie." Dakota reached for Tommy's sack, which had been trying to retreat into his body.

"I mean yes," Tommy said, quailing away from her. "I mean – I don't know!" Tears began streaming down his face again.

"Better explain yourself quick, little brother, or Dakota's going to get the spoon," Beth warned.

Tommy's mind raced. He began thinking out loud, stalling for time. "Like, see, Jesse's my best friend! We've been friends a long time! So of course if you think about what it would be like to do sex stuff with a guy, you think of your best friend! Like if you were going to do sex stuff with a girl, I bet you'd think of Karen! But that doesn't mean you're gay or anything!" he argued.

Beth looked at Karen appraisingly. "I think I prefer blondes," Karen snickered. "With blue eyes, pink fingernails, and 8 inch heels."

"You'd be lucky to have me," Beth responded. "But I think I'd prefer a butch dyke myself." Chad and Gabriel were staring at the two of them, having trouble following the conversation. What was a butch dyke? Beth ignored their puzzled looks and turned back to Tommy. "I think you honestly are confused, not just faking it. And that's why you wanted to hurt Jesse, because you're blaming him for your attraction to him. You need to stop fighting yourself and striking out at others and work out just who you are. You need an attitude adjustment."

Tommy stood in a half-crouch, considering, while his balls throbbed and his penis continued to try to hide. Who was he? What was the truth? He hadn't considered the meaning of the way he felt for Jesse, he'd just experienced it. He'd always thought of himself as a normal boy, with a normal love for girls. And Serena did make him horny, and he did hunger to look at her bare tits. And feel them, too! And that Chandra girl had gotten him all hot for days, thinking about that inviting opening between her legs. But, considering, he realized that he'd had those same feelings looking at Jesse's soft little butt as he had straddled Chad and humped his mouth, and even when looking at Jesse's innocent face, so round and boyish and – and so cute! He was so confused!

"I don't know!" Tommy moaned. "Please, please don't squeeze my balls no more! I don't know!"

"Then maybe you need some experience to help you work it out," Beth said. "I'll have to give it some thought. Meanwhile, Dakota, you can ask the last question."

"I've got a good one," Dakota said. She gripped Tommy's tortured sack more firmly. "Do you want to be butt fucked by another boy?"

Tommy stiffened. Did he? And if he did, could he keep it from them? He tried to picture it – him on his back with his legs up and spread, some other boy, maybe Jesse or Chad or – Lee? Lee Fitzpatrick? Lee Fitzpatrick with his brown penis hard and throbbing, easing it into Tommy's butt while he rubbed Tommy's penis with his free hand? Or him face down on his bed, the weight of Jesse or Lee, or some other boy on his back, his buns being separated by a boy's hard shaft, the feeling of a penis poking at his butt hole, pushing insistently, slipping inside … His own penis gave a jump at the thought. "I don't know!" he wailed. "I don't! Really! Stop asking me this stuff – it's messing with my head."

"Let him go," Karen said. "I don't think he can answer. I don't think he knows the answer himself."

"We'll have to make it so he can find the answers, then," Beth said. "Or he'll just keep striking out at people until he does." She looked at the other kids. "Meanwhile, it's back to the corner for you, Tommy," she said. "You can rest nurse your little balls and try to figure out who you are until lunch time. Then we can talk about your paddling."

"Can you untie my hands?" Tommy asked. "Please? I think I'm losing the feeling in them."

Beth nodded to Dakota, who walked behind Tommy and removed the bungie cords, giving his bare butt a firm slap to send him on his way. Tommy staggered toward the corner, Dakota's slap stinging, his balls throbbing, his mind reeling. What was wrong with him? Did he like boys as well as girls? He stared at the wall, his hands still tied behind his back. Who was he, anyway?

Dimly, he heard the doorbell ring. Chad padded down the hall, then returned. "It's Jesse," he said. "He wants to talk to Tommy. He says he wants to say he's sorry. What should I tell him?"

"Don't let him see me like this!" Tommy wailed. He turned from the corner, a pleading look on his face. "Don't even let him in – I don't want to see him!"

"Get your butt back into the corner, brat!" Beth snapped. "And if one more word comes out of your mouth without my permission, I'm getting the wooden spoon to use on your baby balls. I don't believe you make the decisions around here. Whether Jesse sees you in your birthday suit with your little butt glowing red from being spanked or not is up to the person Mom left in charge. Now who would that be?" She looked at each person in the room in turn. "Oh, yes, now I remember. That would be me," she smirked. "And I'm going to invite him in – I have big plans for Jesse," she added. "Big plans."