Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 11

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 11
by Chadlad

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Chapter 11: Recriminations and Reconciliations

Beth opened the front door, where Jesse was standing uncertainly, looking at the porch flooring and kicking it nervously, obviously agitated and unhappy. "Good morning," she said, smiling at him. "I understand you want to talk to Tommy about something."

Jesse kicked the porch floorboards. "We had a fight," he said to the ground. "I want to tell him it's all my fault and I'm sorry."

"Oh, we all know all about that," Beth said brightly.

Jesse looked up, surprised. "You know we had a fight?" he said, his face draining of color. "What did he tell you?"

Beth didn't answer. "It isn't what he told me, it's what he did," she said enigmatically. "You need to come in," she added. "You and I need to have a talk." She guided the small, slightly pudgy, brown-headed boy into the house by the shoulder, shutting the door firmly behind him. She led him down the hall, opening the living room door. "Tommy is in here," she said brightly. "But he can't talk to you now. And I'd prefer you not talk to him, either." Beth indicated the figure in the corner. Jesse blinked in surprise. Tommy was standing facing the corner, his hands at his sides, naked and sporting a deep pink glow on his bottom that Jesse immediately recognized from seeing himself in the mirror and from seeing Tommy's brother get punished as the results of a fairly vigorous spanking. At least, it looked like Tommy from behind. But Tommy never got spankings!

"We'll go into my room," Beth said. "Karen, Dakota, you come and join us. Gabriel, you and Chad go clean up in the kitchen and wait there until we come down. Tommy, you keep your face into the corner and keep your hands off your butt and your genitals. I could peak in any time, you know." She led Jesse up the stairs and into her room, Karen and Dakota following. Pointing to her bed she said, "sit." Looking slightly apprehensive, Jesse sat. "The first thing you need to know is that we know everything. And I mean everything. We know that you made a move on Tommy, and that he went along with you for a while, and that when it started to get serious he had second thoughts and stopped you when you finally got your hands on the goods. He got mad, stomped off to the bathroom, and you chickened out and took the opportunity of his departure to take a powder. What you don't know is what happened after you left. Our little cousin Gabriel had a nightmare and climbed into Tommy's bed while he was off pouting and pretending he wasn't tempted by your offer. So my stupid little brother comes back determined to teach you a lesson by jumping on you and raping your little butt, but of course, ends up sticking his little hard dink up his cousin's poop chute instead, and proceeds to hump the daylights out of him until he squirts his pathetic little dribble up Gabriel's butt, all the time thinking it's you he's getting even with. He finds out he's poked the wrong tush, Gabriel screams bloody murder, and Tommy boy has to choose between Mom finding out he's not a sweet little angel she thinks he is and possibly going to juvenile hall, or delivering himself to our tender clutches for a week of punishment."

She paused to take a breath. Jesse's brow was furrowed as he tried to take this all in. "He thought Gabriel was me?" He asked.

"Exactly," Beth said.

"And he wanted to do that to me?" Jesse asked. "Tommy wanted to do sex stuff with me?" He looked hopeful at the thought.

"Well, it's not like you didn't ask him to," Karen said. "According to Chad, you offered Tommy both oral and anal favors before he stomped off in a snit."

Jesse blushed, his whole face turning bright red. Dakota was looking at him with interest. He looked down at the floor.

"Look, we girls don't care how you boys get your rocks off, as long as you're not trying to do it with us. It makes you sound a little queer, I'll admit, but if you wanted Tommy's dink up your butt or in your mouth, it's nothing to me. Nor is it anything to me if he wanted to get your rocks off in return. But this wasn't about sharing sex with you. Tommy wanted to hurt you, he wanted to hurt you bad. He wanted to rip your little butt hole with his cock because he was mad. He wanted you to bleed! He wanted it to hurt so bad you'd never want to do it again. He ended up doing it to Gabriel, but he wanted to do it to you. Doesn't that make you mad? Don't you want to get him back?" Beth asked.

"I don't know," Jesse said.

"Of course you do," Beth said. "He wanted to hurt you! And the only reason he wanted to hurt you is because he's just like you! He'd love to play you suck mine and I'll suck yours. Just as much as you! But instead of admitting it like a decent friend, he attacks you. Only it wasn't you. Don't you think he ought to be punished for wanting to hurt you? Don't you think you need to teach him a lesson?" Beth urged.

"What do you mean?" Jesse said, looking puzzled.

"I mean, that you have to help us punish Tommy. You have to make him understand that you're angry with him for leading you on and blaming you when you took it farther. You have to make him accept the fact that he's just as attracted to you is you are to him. You have to make him quit dominating you, and treat you like in equal. You have to hurt him until he realizes how much he hurt you, and freely apologizes," Beth said.

"But, but Tommy is my friend!" Jesse responded. "I don't want to hurt him!"

"The trouble is, Beth, that he's a bottom," Karen interjected. "He likes to be dominated, it's part of why he likes Tommy to start with. He'd rather suck than be sucked, and he'd rather take it up the butt than give it." She looked at Jesse. "Tommy hurts you all the time, doesn't he?"

Jesse looked at the floor again. "I don't know," he muttered.

"Well, think about it," Karen insisted. "Doesn't he smack you hard on the back a lot? Doesn't he tackle you and tickle you when you're yelling for him to stop? Because I could swear I saw him doing that just last week when I was here. In fact, I could swear I saw him poke you in the crotch and laugh when you doubled over."

"We were just playing," Jesse muttered, but he sounded less confident.

"It looks to me like Tommy hurts you all the time, and you let him do it," Karen said. "You'd be happy to Tommy oral sex and never get it yourself, wouldn't you? You'd go home, then, and mentally relieve doing it to him and pleasure yourself rather than expect him to reciprocate."

"What?" Jesse said, obviously puzzled. "I don't get it. What's reprisicate?'

"Never mind," Beth said. "I don't care if you don't mind it if Tommy squashes your baby balls under his boots. We need you to do this."

"Do what?" Jesse asked.

"Here's the plan. You and Chad and Gabriel are going take Tommy to his room for a punishment session, and you're going to join them in Tommy's punishment. You guys going to spank him, and paddle him, and pull his little balls, and generally make his life miserable. You're going to do whatever Gabriel wants you to do to Tommy. Let him find out what it feels like to be dominated for a change. Who knows, maybe he'll like it!" Beth finished.

Jesse looked at them with round eyes. "I can't do that," he said. "I couldn't hurt Tommy!"

"Why not? He wanted to hurt you!" Beth snapped.

"He didn't really want to hurt me," Jesse said. "I mean, I mean I told him he could -- if he wanted to -- I told them he could."

"You invited Tommy to do something pleasurable and gentle to you," Karen commented. "You trusted him. That's not the same thing as asking him to hurt you."

"It would be okay if it hurt me a little bit," Jesse said. "And Tommy wouldn't have hurt me a lot. He's my friend. He likes me." When.

"Have you listened to anything I said?" Beth asked. "Do those rose colored glasses you look through ever come off? You might be loyal to Tommy, but he's not nice, and he's not loyal or friendly to you in return. He just takes advantage of your forgiving nature! It's time you stood up to him and demanded he act decently! You do what we tell you, and there's a chance we'll make a decent human being out of Tommy. But we've got to do it now, before his attitude hardens further. And you're an important part of it."

"I can't do it," Jesse said simply. "I won't hurt Tommy, I won't force him to do anything."

"Yes, you will," Beth said. "Or I'll have to make a call to your mother! I bet she'd be interested to know that her sweet little son has a crush on his best friend and got in a fight with him last night, because it tried to do the nasty and was rejected. I'll bet your mom would really like to hear that! What mother doesn't want to her that her son wants his best friend to butt fuck him? I bet she'd insist you never see Tommy again! Think about it -- no more sleepovers, no more hanging out with other boys, she'd probably make you into some sort of study nerd! And what's she going to think of you when she finds out what's going on in that little round head of yours?"

Jesse looked at her pleadingly. Did she have to announce this stuff around all these girls? "You wouldn't tell my mom!" he said. "Please?"

"Not if you do as I say," Beth said. "You agree to do everything I say until Friday, and I'll agree that your mother never hears a word about this. But you have to be convincing! You have to convince Tommy you really are mad at him and want to punish him. When you spank him, it has to hurt. When you squeeze his balls, you have to really squeeze. You have to do everything that Gabriel and Chad do. And Tommy has to think you're really mad! If you don't, I tell your mom everything! And you have to do one more thing."

Jesse looked like a trapped animal. "What?" he asked suspiciously.

"You have to show your private parts to Dakota. She hasn't seen a lot of naked boys and needs more experience. So you have to take your pants and underpants down right now and let her look at your little boy parts and your fat little butt. Just for a minute. Just so she can see what you look like under your pants. Then you can pull them back up again and no one will be the wiser. We won't tell anybody, will we, guys?"

Jesse was mortified. Which was worse, his mother knowing what he'd wanted to do to Tommy, or doing this? He wasn't modest around boys, because they had more or less the same stuff he did. But girls were another matter. What to do, what to do. There didn't appear any way to keep his mother from finding out except doing what Beth said. He looked pleadingly at Karen, who shrugged helplessly. "Just shut your eyes and do it," she advised. "It will be easier that way. And if it helps, we're not going to make fun of you – Dakota and I think you're cute." Jesse looked from one girl to the other.

"Really," Dakota said, speaking for the first time. "I just want to see all of you. Please?"

Jesse considered the options. This was so embarrassing! Finally he slumped in submission. "Okay, you can see me, I guess. As long as you don't tell my mom or anyone else."

He stood up and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, stealing himself. Slowly, he lowered his pants and underpants together, tugging his clothing down and leaving them at his knees, then standing with his arms at his sides, feeling vulnerable despite having his eyes shut. He could almost feel female stares boring into his most private parts, but he kept his eyes tightly shut. He could almost imagine he was alone, the room was so quiet. He really couldn't hear anything over his pounding heart. Dakota settled on the bed in front of Jesse's exposed genitalia and examined his body avidly. Karen gave him a quick once-over from across the room, cataloging his parts and the dismissing them as too immature for her tastes. Give me a big, hairy dick and balls the size of golfballs any day, she thought to herself. This one had potential, though – in a few years he might be worth reconsidering.

Beth found her own heart accelerating as she leaned in to examine Jesse herself. It wasn't his genitals that had her heart racing – they were rather ordinary. No, what got Beth going was the feeling of power she felt whenever she forced a little boy to undress, especially when he was as reluctant as this one was. Had Jesse been one of those boys who cheerfully and voluntarily stripped off his pants and flashed her, she'd have had little interest at all in his stuff. No, it was catching a boy when he thought he wasn't being observed and didn't want to be seen that excited Beth. Walking into the bathroom when they were naked in the shower or tub, acting like she'd entered accidentally and watching the panic on their faces when they realized she was seeing everything. Catching them changing in their bedrooms, with their little butts exposed and their little dinks hanging out. Even better, catching them masturbating, or just with a raging erection, and seeing the shame on their faces when they realized she'd seen, and feeling she could guess what they'd been thinking. The exciting part was the fact that Jesse did not want her to see him, but that he had to let her anyway. She'd forced him to do it against his will. She felt powerful and dominating, and she liked that feeling.

Beth lifted the digital camera that had sat unnoticed on her dresser and snapped a quick, silent picture of Jesse, being careful not to catch any of them in the photo with him, then setting the camera down again in case his eyes opened prematurely. Her plan was going well. Dakota, her dark eyes shining, was examining Jesse's boy equipment closely. Despite Beth's claim to Jesse, she'd actually seen quite a number of boys with their pants down or off, but she never tired of looking at them. They all had the same basic equipment, but that equipment varied in a fascinating and never-ending number of ways. Jesse himself was an interesting set of contradictions in appearance. He was a bit pudgy and still had a prepubertal layer of fat rounding his hips and padding his groin, yet his scrotum hung loosely away from his body and his balls were large enough to make the sides swell outward at the bottom rather than being the snug little bag of younger boys. He was completely hairless everywhere, without even the few downy hairs that boys generally sprout at the beginning of puberty. His scrotum was a deep pink in color, and his penis was circumcised and nicely symmetrical and it hung limply down in his embarrassment. It had to be a respectable length erect, because it was still visible even with the padding in his pubis. It wasn't quite as large as her cousin Tommy's had been when she'd seen it that morning, but it was respectably bigger than her little brother's immature little peanut. She'd seen with her own eyes that her cousin was capable of squirting a few drops when he came, and she wondered if this boy could wet cum as well, despite his lack of hair. She looked up a Beth. "Can I touch it?" she asked.

Jesse had almost convinced himself that he was alone in the room up to this point, but that spell snapped instantly. "No!" he said, his eyes snapping open in an instant. He reached to pull his pants up again, backing away from Dakota's reaching hand.

Time to up the ante, Beth thought. "Have you decided you want me to call your mom?" Beth asked sweetly.

Jesse gaped at her, his pants pulled up in front, covering most of his genitals, but caught on the lower curve of his butt in back so it was still fully exposed. "I'll let you have a choice," Beth said. "You can let her touch you, or you can show her your back side." There, that'd give him something to think about!

"Show her my backside?" Jesse asked, still trying to tug his pants up but unwilling to let go of the front to reach around and pull up the back.

"Yeah, show her your back side. Bend over the bed and spread your butt apart and let her look at you from that side. Or let her touch your little weenie. It's up to you," eth said carelessly. Actually, she herself didn't care which he chose. Both would be acutely embarrassing for a young boy like this one, and that was all that mattered. Although it might be kind of fun to see how big his penis would get if he chose the latter option.

Jesse stiffened, looking from one female to the other, torn with indecision. He finally decided to bend over the bed. After all, girls had butts, too, so that wasn't as bad as letting a girl touch his weenie! Heck, it might get hard!

Shuffling forward, Jesse awkwardly lowered himself over the side of the bed, settling down until his plump little white butt was neatly bent with his feet touching the floor. He buried his face in the mattress, shutting his eyes tightly again.

"Remember what I said!" Beth snapped. "You have to reach behind you with both hands and spread your butt apart.".

Trembling and wondering if he'd made the wrong choice, Jesse complied, spreading his plump butt apart and displaying his tightly pursed butt hole. It was funny, he thought. He didn't mind at all exhibiting his naked body to other boys. He'd stripped in front of Chad and Tommy and even those two little red-headed kids last month without a thought, because they were boys, too, and had the same stuff he did. He took everything off in the changing room at the municipal pool all the time (and was somewhat disappointed that Tommy always seemed to have something covering his body when he changed). He'd bent over to make Chad kiss his butt hole without any modesty at all. But these were girls! Looking at his most private parts! It wasn't right!

Being in this position reminded Jesse of another embarrassing memory from just a few months ago. It had all started with a case of constipation caused by Jesse's uneven diet, resulting in a bowel movement so hard and compacted that when he'd finally forced it out it he'd literally squealed in pain, and had stood half crouched in the bathroom shuddering for some time until the pain subsided to manageable levels. He'd also bled a bit afterward into his underpants despite wiping himself repeatedly, a fact that escaped his notice but not the sharp eyes of his mother, who also spotted blood on a second pair of underpants the next day when the anal tear had reopened. Without saying anything to Jesse she'd made him a doctor appointment, so that it came as an unpleasant surprise when she brought him to the doctor's office after school for what she told him was "a checkup." He hadn't suspected anything was unusual about the visit until he and his mother were ushered into the small examination room, and the young nurse's assistant, a pretty 8th grader who was part of a supplemental medical study program at a local middle school, had handed him a skimpy paper gown and commented, "Of course with a problem like this he'll have to take everything off for the doctor."

She had left the room and shut the door. "What did she mean by that?" Jesse had asked his mother, but she'd just shushed him and began removing his shoes and socks, then pulled his shirt over his head. He repeated his question again, but his mother didn't answer, merely pulling his pants down and making him step out of them, leaving him in his underwear. In the past Jesse had kept his underpants on for exams, with the elderly male pediatrician merely pulling the front down briefly to press his fingertips next to Jesse's scrotum while telling him to "turn your head and cough, young man." He'd always found the procedure just a bit too intimate, but the old doctor's matter-of fact touch and the swiftness of the procedure had made it bearable. This time, though, following the nurse's instructions his mother had calmly removed Jesse's underpants, leaving him standing naked in the small room. She was turning to put them on the clothes pile when the door opened and a young woman came in wearing a white coat and a stethoscope around her neck.

"I'm Dr. Gloss," she'd said, as Jesse let out a squawk and clapped both his hands over his genitals. He backed into the opposite corner of the office.

"Oh, hi!" Jesse's mother had said. "I'm Jesse's mother. I guess we haven't been in since Dr. Whitsett retired. Jesse, come out of the corner and say hello to your new doctor."

"But I'm naked!" Jesse had said, still clutching his genitals. "I need that paper thing!"

"I can come back in a minute when you're ready," Dr. Gloss had said, starting to turn toward the door.

"Nonsense," Jesse's mother had said. "He's so physically immature he doesn't really need a robe. He hasn't got anything you haven't seen in other boys. Jesse, get your little fanny over here right now and let the doctor examine you!" When he had hesitated, his mother had added, "Or do I have to get Mr. Slappy out?"

Jesse had shuffled over, his hands still clapped over his crotch, and stood next to his mother as ordered. He had no desire for his mother to get out Mr. Slappy, the name she'd applied to the long thin plastic bowl scraper she had carried with her from when he'd been a little boy in case he needed a seat of the pants paddling in public. Dr. Gloss and proceeded to examine his eyes and ears, had looked in his throat, and had listened to his heart and his breathing. Then she'd said the words that had made Jesse's blood run cold. "Okay, sport. Time to get up on the table so we can have a look at your dangler and his two friends and check out the problem with your little pooper!"

Look at his dangler and his two friends? Jesse had thought fearfully. Check out his pooper? "Mooooom!" he'd begged.

"Now stop that nonsense, Jesse Ericson! She's a doctor!"

"But she's a girl!!!" Jesse had complained. He had another reason for his reluctance by that point. The Doctor's gentle handling of his body and the contact of his hands clasped over his genitals had given him a major stiffy. He'd had to shift his palms so that his penis could find a more comfortable position against his groin while she'd been listening to his lungs. The last thing he wanted was to uncover himself.

But Mrs. Ericson wasn't having any of that. "I'm counting to 5," she'd said. "And by then you'd better be on your back on the table, or Mr. Slappy is going to do his dance all over your hind end."

Whimpering, Jesse had backed up to the table and edged up on it, stretching out flat with his hands still over his crotch. The doctor, meanwhile, was attaching some metal rods on the table above his legs. She firmly took Jesse's legs and raised them, one at a time, onto little platforms on each rod, attaching a Velcro strip around each ankle as she did, so his legs were spread widely apart and high in the air. Realizing his butt was now spread apart and his butt hole visible from the end of the table, Jesse shifted one of his hands down and spread it flat to cover his butt, while still trying to cover his erect penis and scrotum with the other.

"You'll have to move your hands, now, sweetie," Dr. Gloss commanded. "Besides, you should touch your little pooper like that – it isn't hygienic." Jesse kept his hands clamped firmly in place.

"Move your hands, Jesse," his mother prompted. "The doctor needs to look at your little bleeding problem." Jesse kept his hands firmly in place. Dr. Gloss shrugged, then turned and stuck her head out the door.

"Linda, Alyssia!" she called down the hall. "A little help here!"

In moments, the door opened and the 8th grader who'd ushered them in popped in, followed by a slightly younger looking blonde girl with beautiful blue eyes. Jesse gripped his genitals more tightly.

"We're going to have to restrain this one so I can examine him," Dr. Gloss said, while Jesse's mother looked on disapprovingly. "Each of you take an arm and pull them up by his head, and I'll bind them down."

Jesse struggled, but the girls were too strong for him, and his hands were pulled up by his head, where the doctor had more Velcro strips to tie them to bars along the edge of the examination table. In seconds, his genital region was uncovered, his hard little penis was visible to all four females in the room, the shaft curved so sharply that the tip touched his groin, the pee tube running down the bottom side bulging prominently due to the hardness of his organ. His balls, larger than one would suspect by looking at his pudgy frame, sagged down between his spread legs, his butt hole a dark pink eye wide open underneath, the still healing tear a visible scab.

"Better stay here in case I need you two," Dr. Gloss had commented. The two girls had stood by the foot of the examination table, their eyes glued on Jesse's genitals. He struggled with his bonds, only to find that he couldn't move anything but his head and upper body. The doctor had leaned over his genital region, lifting his penis in her gloved hand and squeezing it, testing its hardness. "An erection like this is not at all uncommon in these young boys when they're examined," she'd said dispassionately to the attending high school girls. "In these little boys, it isn't always due to sexual excitement, like it would be in an older boy. Little boys like this may become erect just from the feeling of the open air on their genitals, or from a need to urinate or defecate."

"He isn't going to go right here, is he?" one of the girls said with a bit of a giggle in her voice.

"I doubt it," Dr. Gloss said. "With a boy like this who's just at the beginning of puberty it often takes nothing more than just the feeling of the open air on his genitals to cause an erection." The girls nodded, Jesse blushed, and the doctor shifted her hand to slide it along the topside of his penis where it touched his lower torso. "Notice that this boy's penis is quite curved. A lot of boys have straighter penises than this. It does seem quite pleasingly symmetrical, however. Note, also, the boy's total lack of body hair. Yet if you'll look here, under his penis, you'll see his scrotum has lost that little boy look you girls saw in the 7-year-old we examined earlier. It's sagged away from the body and has a much darker color than the rest of his skin, and the testes inside it are bigger than that younger boy's. He should be sprouting his first downy pubic hairs in just a few months." She flicked his penis upward against his straining erection until it pointed straight out, squeezing the tip and watching the pee slit open and close as she did. "Yes, indeed, quite a pleasing appearance," she said almost to herself.

She turned to face Jesse, who was wishing he could die right about then. "Have you started having wet orgasms yet?" she asked.

"What?" Jesse said.

"When you play with your penis, young man, does anything come out of it?"

Jesse looked pleadingly at his mother. "Answer her, Jesse Ericson! You've already earned yourself a date with Mr. Slappy as soon as you're done with your contrary behavior! Imagine, a son of mine having to be tied down to be examined by the doctor! Do you want it to be worse?" his mother answered.

"No!" Jesse said pleadingly.

"So do you have wet orgasms?" Dr. Gloss asked, stroking his penis gently and observing the swelling of the tip as she did and Jesse's involuntary hip contractions.

"I don't think so," Jesse said uncertainly.

"Well, if you did, you'd know," the doctor had replied. She'd let go of him then, to his combination relief and disappointment, moving her attention to his wide open anus. "I understand you've been bleeding from here recently," she said. "Have you stuck something into your anus recently?"

Jesse blushed from his head all the way down his chest. "What?" he said.

"These young boys sometimes stick things in their anuses while experimenting sexually," Dr. Gloss said. "It's not at all uncommon for them to hurt themselves by inserting something too big or something too rough. So what have you been sticking in your bottom young man?"

Jesse looked at her, aghast. The two high school students were smirking, their eyes shifting from his butt hole to his face. "Nothing! I swear! Nothing!" Jesse protested.

Dr. Gloss raised her eyebrows, then leaned over, greasing a gloved finger and poking it in the center of his anus. "Look here, girls, how there is a scab here on this side where tearing has occurred. That's where the bleeding is coming from."

The two girls leaned in, staring at Jesse's butt hole. "Oooooooh, I see it! That black scabby thing!" The blond girl said. "It looks pretty big!"

"It's going to leave a permanent scar," Dr. Gloss agreed. "He'll have a big raised bump there after he heals, probably for the rest of his life. But no matter – who's going to see it?" She smiled at her own comment.

"I didn't do it spanking him, did I?" Jesse's mother had said, sounding a bit worried.

"Oh, no!" Dr. Gloss had replied. "Not unless you were whipping him with a switch that was too thin with his legs spread – then you might have caused an injury like this. But if you use your hand or a paddle, or whip him with his buttocks closed, you can't hurt him like this.

"Oh, thank goodness. I won't want to have to give up spanking Jesse! He's a bit rambunctious, I'm afraid, and sometimes a good spanking is the only way to make him behave," Jesse's mother had replied. Jesse's ears had burned as the two girls had grinned mockingly at him. He wondered if he'd ever meet them again at a mall or somewhere, and if it was possible to die of embarrassment.

"Actually there are really only two things that are likely to have caused this injury. Either this little boy is lying about putting things in his anus, or he's had rectal tearing due to constipation." She fixed her gaze on Jesse's blushing face again. "Have you had a particularly hard, painful bowel movement lately, young man?" she'd asked.

Jesse, so embarrassed he found it hard to speak, nodded seriously. They were talking about his pooping problems just like it was an everyday conversation! In front of these girls barely older than himself!

"Well, it doesn't look too serious," Dr. Gloss had said. "He needs to make sure he eats fruits and vegetables every day to keep his system moving along nicely. This problem is easy to deal with. You'll just have to treat him twice a day and before each bowel movement with this antibiotic cream." She'd squirted thick, greasy gunk from a tube onto her finger, and then had rubbed it over the entire surface of Jesse's anus, finishing by pushing her finger into his butt up to the first joint and then rotating it. His hard, sharply curving penis had jumped repeatedly as she did so, causing both watching girls to giggle. She'd then handed the tube to Jesse's mother and had turned to face him.

"Now remember, young man, don't put sharp things or things that are wider than about an inch or longer than about 4 inches in your bottom! I'd say don't put anything in your bottom, but I know how you young boys are and I see no need to spoil your randy little games. Fingers or other finger- like body parts…" Here she'd paused and given Jesse a significant wink, "…are okay as long as you aren't too rough with them. And as long as you use some sort of lubrication, like baby oil, lotion, or the like. And as long as you stop if there's any sign of bleeding." She'd yanked the Velcro straps off his hands and feet, lifting his legs down and helping him stand up. Jesse had an impulse to cover his still hard penis, but at a glance at his frowning mother decided he'd best not. He mentally willed the girls to go away.

That hope had also been dashed quickly, as the doctor had turned him around and made him go face down across the table, with his bottom bent over the side. "Might as well get an accurate temperature reading while we're here and it's convenient," the doctor had said. The older girl went to the far side of the table and took Jesse's hands in hers, keeping him from reaching back impulsively, and in moments Jesse had felt his butt being parted and the greasy feeling of a glass thermometer being shoved up in his butt hole. "Hold this for a minute," she'd said to the blond girl, whose hand had immediately taken the doctor's place against his butt crack, keeping the thermometer in place. Jesse swore he could feel each individual finger as she gripped his butt lightly. "I'll be back and check it in a minute, and then you folks can be on your way," Dr. Gloss had added, slipping out of the room.

Jesse had lain there looking at the floor, still embarrassed to the tips of his toes. After an eternity Dr. Gloss had returned, removed the thermometer from his butt, examined it and made a note in his chart. "I brought him a suppository, also," she said. "We'll insert it now, and then he'll be ready to go when he gets home." To his shame, Jesse felt his butt cheeks being parted again as the older girl continued to hold his hands firmly. "It's time you gave inserting one of these a try," Dr. Gloss said to the blond girl. "You're finger is smaller than mine, anyway, and won't run as much chance hurting him further."

Jesse stiffened as he felt the greasy pill's tip pushed against his now well-lotioned butt hole, then slide in, followed by a the girl's dainty finger sliding in and in and in until he felt her remaining knuckles against this butt crack. "That's good," Dr. Gloss had remarked, "push it all the way in." The girl's gloved finger had then withdrawn, leaving the suppository behind.

"Okay, you can get dressed now," Dr. Gloss had said.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to hold off on that a minute," Jesse's mother had said, standing up. "And I'd appreciate it if you girls can stay a minute, and if you would keep holding my son's hands." She withdrew her hand from her purse, showing Dr. Gloss the flat kitchen scraper that Jesse had felt on his bottom many times before, but never when he was bare bottomed. "You see, this is what I paddle him with when I don't use my bare hand," Jesse's mother had commented. "You don't think this would make his problem worse, do you, Doctor Gloss?"

"Not at all," Dr. Gloss had said, while at the same time Jesse had wailed, "Nooooooooo!" The paddling that had followed had been brief, only about 10 blows on his naked bottom, but it had burned worse than any Jesse had remembered, and the two giggling girls and the approving doctor watching did not make it any easier. Nor was it easy 10 minutes later when he'd had to walk, flushed and sore bottomed, past a waiting room full of snickering children and grinning adults, all of whom had heard the loud smacks of a boy's bare butt being paddled and the begging of said boy pleading for his mother to stop. Jesse had been in the same position for that paddling that Beth had him in right now, and the embarrassment of that moment still overwhelmed him, weeks later. His butt hole had healed, although, as the doctor had suggested, a scar remained marring the even surface of wrinkles, a fact he had verified by looking at his butt in the bathroom mirror from between his spread legs. It was that scar that caught Beth's attention as she snapped her second picture, but she was gratified that the boy's butt was also smooth and hairless and not terribly unsightly. Examining it more closely after taking her shot, she discovered it was also impeccably clean, foreclosing the possibility of shaming him further by commenting on his lack of hygiene before letting him go, an activity she'd always deeply enjoyed. Jesse's little butt hole peeked out shyly from between his slightly chubby buns, a deep pink color matching his scrotum, the scar on one side marring its symmetry. It gave an involuntary twitch every few seconds, betraying the youngster's discomfort. Dakota give it a cursory glance, not much interested in this side of boys. She was somewhat intrigued by the smooth simplicity of boy's anal areas, without the complicated genital opening that girls sported from that angle. "Okay, you can get up and pull up your pants – we've gotten the pictures," Beth finally said.

Pictures? Jesse's head popped up, his eyes wide open, snatching his pants and covering himself as quickly as possible. Beth was holding the digital camera in one hand. "Insurance," she said. "In case you decide not to go through with it." She turned the camera around so that Jesse could see the display. "Look how cute your little dork looks in this one!" Jesse snatched for the camera, but Beth pulled it away. "Just remember that if you don't do what you're supposed to, I could send these pictures to anyone. An-y- one! So you just go down and wait in the hall, like a good little boy, while I have a little talk with the other two boys," she said. "And remember what I said, you have to do everything to Tommy that the other two boys do!"

In the hall, Beth left Jesse in Karen and Dakota's tender hands, looking betrayed and yet embarrassed at the same time. She walked into the kitchen where Gabriel and Chad were just wiping the table with towels. "Listen up," she said. "Here's what we're going to do. You two boys and Jesse are going to take Tommy up to your room and punish him until it's lunch time – I figure that will be around 1. I'm leaving it up to Gabriel how you punish him – Jesse has agreed that he'll do whatever you guys do."

"Jesse agreed to punish Tommy?" Chad asked, surprised. "Me- too Jesse? Jesse who always plays whatever Tommy wants to play and does what Tommy wants to do?"

"Yeah, that Jesse," Beth said. "He got really mad when he heard what Tommy was going to do to him, and he wants his revenge."

Something about this didn't strike Chad as quite right. He'd seen Tommy get too rough with the smaller, weaker Jesse many times when they were playing or wrestling in the past and genuinely hurt him, yet Jesse had always told Tommy that he wasn't hurt and that his injury had been his fault. Why, not more than a couple of months ago, Tommy had elbowed Jesse out of the way and caught him in the face, and Jesse had split his lip and cut the inside of his mouth and bled like a stuck pig, yet he'd agreed with Tommy when he'd said it had been his fault for having his head in the way of Tommy's elbow. Chad had a sneaking suspicion that if Tommy's plan had worked out the way he had planned it and it had been Jesse's in the bed, Jesse would have ended up apologizing for bleeding on Tommy. But it didn't pay to question Beth, especially when she was in charge and when, like now, she had the upper hand on all of them.

"Don't you want revenge on Tommy, too, after all the things he did to you when you were being punished?" Beth prodded. "I bet you're just itching to make him do all the things he made you do to him."

Chad thought about it. "No," he finally said, somewhat surprising himself. The desire for revenge just wasn't there. "I don't really want to," he said. "Tommy's mean. He wasn't just punishing me because I deserved it, he was getting a kick out of it. I don't feel that way."

"Then do it because if you don't we have to tell Mom and he goes to juvie," Beth snapped. "Or do it because if you don't, I'll paddle your little butt in the front yard and then put you on a leash and make you go poop on the curb like a dog. I'll just tell Mom you deserved it and she'll never say a thing. So take your choice – who gets punished – you or Tommy?"

She'd do it, Chad thought. She'd do it, and then she'd tell Mom that he'd deserved it, and his Mom would probably have her do it the rest of the week for good measure. "Fine, I'll do whatever Gabriel does," he snapped. "But I don't have to like it!"

"And yet, I bet you will," Beth said smugly.

Gabriel's eyes were shining. Now there was a boy who wanted revenge, no question about it. "Can we do anything we want to him? Anything at all?"

"Of course not, you little weasel," Beth replied. "No paddling him more than a stroke or two to keep him in line, for starters. And if he does need a whack or two to keep him in line, I want Chad or Jesse to do it, not you. I don't want him to know what it feels like from you until his formal paddling. I want how much that paddling hurts to be a surprise. There's a world of difference between being whacked once or twice with a paddle and a formal paddling where it goes on and on and just keeps getting more and more painful – just ask Chad."

Gabriel looked expectantly at Chad. Chad sighed. Did Beth have to keep reminding him of his punishments at the hand of teacher and family? At Beth's warning glare, he realized he had to respond. "That's true," he said. "Even one whack with the paddle hurts, but it's lots worse when you get a whole bunch and it just doesn't stop." He looked at Beth. "But you wouldn't know, would you?" he said bitterly.

"I've seen you dance at the end of a paddle enough to get the idea," Beth snapped back. "Anyway, back to what you little scrotes can do. You can spank him, but no more than 25 spanks at a time, and only using your hands. What else did Mom say Tommy could do to you when she sent you two upstairs together before your paddling, Chad?" Beth asked.

Chad blushed. He hated references to the long, embarrassing bare-butt paddling he'd been given by his family and the Mortons several weeks back. He tried to think what Mom had said then. "Only bare hand spanking, only finger-flicking or gentle squeezing of his balls, use different punishments, don't just spank him all the time, and don't put anything up his butt much bigger than a thumb," he recited. He remembered Mom's instructions to Tommy all too well.

"Okay, then," Beth said. "Anything Gabriel wants to do that's within those guidelines is fine. But whatever he does, you and Jesse have to do to Tommy as well, or you two will face the consequences as well. Now go collect Jesse and your brother and get to work on him. I'd better see evidence he's been thoroughly humiliated and punished when I call you down for lunch, or I'll paddle the lot of you myself."

Gabriel looked at Chad, who shrugged and walked out to the hall, where they collected Jesse. "Beth was telling the truth?" Chad asked Jesse under his breath, so Beth wouldn't hear. "You really want to punish Tommy?"

Jesse looked at the ground and bit his lip, then looked up again and nodded. Chad interpreted his look of distress at being trapped into punishing his best friend as determination, so he nodded back and led Jesse and Gabriel into the living room. Tommy was standing in the corner leaning his head against the wall, still looking miserable.

"Come on, Tommy," Chad said. "Beth says you need to come upstairs with us for punishment between now and lunchtime."

"Punishment!" Tommy groaned. He turned from the corner and then froze when he saw Jesse was with them. He half turned to hide his genitals and gave Jesse a dark look over his shoulder.

"Why's he here?" Tommy demanded. "He should go home – this is all his fault, anyway!"

"Tommy…" Jesse began.

"Go home!" Tommy snapped. "I'm not your friend any more! I don't want to see you ever again! Go home!"

Jesse's face drained of color and a tear pooled in the corner of one eye before slowly drifting down one cheek. He reached up and impatiently wiped it away. "No." he said simply. "No. I'm not quitting on you, and I'm not letting you drive me away. This isn't my fault, and I'm still your friend even if you don't admit it."

"I suppose you want to hurt me, too!" Tommy said bitterly. "You're mad 'cause I won't play your gay games with you, and you want to get even, and you think this is your chance!"

For the first time that Chad could ever remember, cheerful, easygoing Jesse's face flashed with anger. Color rose in his cheeks and his countenance darkened. "Is that what you think? Is that what you think, Tommy Henson? Well, then, I don't care! I'm not leaving! I'm going to your room with your brother and your cousin, and I'm going to help them punish you, and I'm going enjoy it! Whatever they do, I'm going to it more and harder! And then, maybe we won't be friends after all!" He turned and rushed out of the room, his feet making distant clomping noises, followed by running steps down the upstairs hall and then the distant slam of Chad's and Tommy's bedroom door. Tommy gazed hotly at the door he'd passed through.

"Tommy,…" Chad ventured.

"You hate me too, don't you! You all hate me! You're just itching to get your hands on me and make me suck your baby cock and put your fingers up my butt and flick my balls and do all the stuff that I did to you, aren't you! And you know I can't do anything about it or Beth will tell Mom on me! You're jealous because Mom likes me better and my dick is bigger than yours and I don't get in trouble in school all the time like you do! All you want to do is hurt me!"

Chad thought for a moment, his mind seething with feelings, visions of Jesse's distraught face as he fled dominating his thinking. "Actually, Tommy, I didn't want to hurt you at all. What you did to me, well, I deserved a lot of that. And I've forgiven the parts I didn't deserve. But I believe I do want to hurt you now. And I'm pretty sure that by shooting off your big mouth you've made Jesse want to hurt you even worse." He glanced at Gabriel.

"Well, I want to hurt him bad!" Gabriel said. "I want to hurt him 10 times as much as you hurt me! So could we please get his stinky butt upstairs so I can get started?"

Tommy, still agitated, began stalking across the living room floor. Chad stopped him. "Put your underpants and pajama bottoms back on first, Tommy" he said.

Tommy brightened and snatched his underwear up, slipping one foot and then the other into them and pulling them smoothly to his waist. It felt good to have his genitals pulled snuggly against him again and not waving in the breeze. He reached for his pajamas, then hesitating, his face clouding. "Why are you letting me get dressed?" he asked. "You'll just take them off me again when I get upstairs."

"Probably," Chad said. "That's not going to be up to me – that'll be up to Gabriel. I just don't want to have to look at your boy junk and your stupid butt hole on our way up. Now get moving!" He prodded his brother's backside, and Tommy left the living room with the two of them trailing after him.