Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 13

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 13
by Chadlad

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Chapter 13: Name That Butt

"So, how's the patient doing?" Beth said cheerily, as she and the two boys entered Chad and Tommy's bedroom. Tommy was standing in the corner dutifully, his face smeared with snot and hastily wiped tears, his butt glowing pink with reddish blotches scattered across the top half and a deep reddish glow covering his lower buns, especially along his butt crack. He was sniffing, but had managed to stop his overt crying. Beth walked over and ran her right hand over his bottom, caressing it gently and feeling the surface, roughened from spanking and giving off considerable heat. She noticed Tommy was dancing from one foot to the other, shifting his weight back and forth in some distress. His penis had hardened again, waving in the air in front of him as he danced. Beth grabbed it to settle him down, noting with pleasure that it pulsed in her hand at her touch. Out of sheer malice, she squeezed it several times, making it pulse each time and Tommy's butt clench involuntarily with each squeeze.

"Butt hurt that much?" she inquired archly. "Because you haven't experienced anything yet."

"I gotta pee!" Tommy said, a note of panic in his voice. "I gotta pee bad!"

"We'll see," Beth said. "Meanwhile, you can hold it." She let of his penis. Tommy's face became more distressed.

"I can't!" he wailed.

"Then he should have to hold it in with his hands – that's what he made me do!" Chad said peevishly..

"Nice idea, little brother," Beth said to Chad. "Thanks for reminding me." She turned to Tommy." Tommy, you'll go to the bathroom when we say you can, and not before. You young boys always think you have to go when you can hold it awhile longer. When I think how many car trips we've had to stop because one of you guys thought you had to pee! I remember once when we were coming home from the beach, Chad had to go so bad that we stopped right by the side of the highway so he could go. Mom was going to take him behind a tree by the side of the road, but he just dropped his pants and underpants right behind the car and let fly right out in the open, right in front of about a hundred passing cars! There were all these kids going home with their parents, gaping out the windows at the peeing boy as they went by. He looked like that stupid statue over in Venice or Amsterdam or wherever it is! Little girls were staring out the windows at him as he passed, with his little butt sticking out and his little dork in his hand! It was hilarious! I always wondered how many parents had to explain boy anatomy to their little girls that day!"

Gabriel looked at Chad and smirked. Chad didn't remember this incident at all, but he still blushed with shame at how he must have looked. Beth turned back to Tommy. "No peeing until we say you can go. You pee, I'll rub your face in it and then make you clean it up, and then I'll make you wear diapers to school for a week! You can squeeze your little dork if you have to in order to hold it in."

Tommy, still dancing and looking desperate, could feel the pee urge burning just at the base of his dick. Peeing was all he could think about! Humiliated at having to go this far to avoid wetting himself, he clamped down on his still rock-hard penis with both hands, squeezing both at the base and just behind the head. His sphincter immediately gave way, the burning urgency spreading down to his penis itself, so that the only thing preventing leakage was his iron grip. He continued dancing in the corner.

Beth was looking around the room. "Aha!" she said, leaning down by Tommy's bed and coming up with a small piece of white cloth Chad hadn't noticed earlier. She held it out, revealing she'd picked up a pair of boy's underpants. They were ordinary white briefs, roughly the same size as Chad's, but the waistband was an unfamiliar gray rather than the white waistband found on his and Tommy's Fruit of the Looms. Hanes deluxe, Chad realized. He'd seen them in the store, but his mother had refused to pay extra for "something nobody ever sees, anyway."

"And whose are these?" Beth inquired, holding them daintily up in the air by a thumb and forefinger clamped on the waistband.

"Probably Jesse's," Chad said. "I bet he couldn't find them in the dark last night and left without them. And they must have been out of sight so he didn't see them today, either."

"Excellent," Beth said. She snatched Tommy's underpants from the floor and tossed them on the bed as well. She inclined her head at Tommy. "Potty him," she said to Gabriel. "And have him wash his face and hands afterward – he's probably wet on himself by now." Indeed, Tommy had lost a few drops by that point. He could feel the warm wetness on the backside of his right hand as he danced in distress and squeezed his penis for dear life. Gabriel avoided the damp tip of his protruding organ and squeezed one of his buns tightly and painfully, using it to guide Tommy out of the room. Beth turned to Chad. "I've got some old Kleenex boxes in my room I'm going to go get, and I need something from downstairs. When Gabriel gets back, tell him to take off his underwear and then put his pants back on. You do the same thing. And pick up Tommy's underwear from over there. I want all 4 pairs on the bed by the time I get back." She left the room, whistling.

Chad, puzzled at what his sister was up to, complied, pulling off his pants, shucking out of his underwear and tossing them on the bed, and then pulling his pants on again. He'd barely gotten them up when there was a knock on the door, which opened immediately to reveal Dakota. "Whatcha up to?" she asked. "Where's Gabriel and your lame- o brother?"

"They went to the bathroom," Chad said. He felt funny with no underwear on – he was acutely aware of his penis brushing the front of his pants when he moved, and of the airy openness around his balls. He glanced down at his crotch, calling Dakota's attention to it as well. He blushed as she scrutinized his package through his pants.

"You're hard," she said. "I can tell. Gabriel's always getting hard these days." She studied Chad's crotch more closely. "I think yours is bigger than his," she said, looking Chad in the face to gauge his reaction. Chad stood a little straighter at the compliment, but slumped again at her next remark. "I think your dork-o brother's is bigger than yours, though." She looked at Chad's face, then, guessing the truth from the way he avoided meeting her eyes. "Yes, yours is definitely smaller," she said. "How come your dork is smaller than your little brother's?"

Chad was spared answering by Tommy bursting back into the door with Gabriel steering him by his butt like he had when they'd left. "Come on, leggo!" Tommy was saying. "That hurts! Watch it with the fingernails!" Gabriel was grinning evilly, clearly enjoying Tommy's distress. He stopped short on spying Dakota standing by Chad, eyeing his naked body appreciatively. Tommy's penis still hadn't gone down despite peeing, and was waving in the air, continuously pointing the direction he was traveling. She reached out and batted at it with her hand, missing as Tommy jumped back. Gabriel guided him back into the corner, where he could hide his nudity, at least temporarily.

Chad quickly transmitted Beth's orders to Gabriel, who shrugged and dropped his pants and underpants in a puddle at his feet, stepping out of them. Dakota watched him solemnly, making no attempt to hide her scrutiny of his boy parts as he undressed. His little penis was soft and hanging neatly over his nubbin of a scrotum, the fleshy point of his foreskin drooping dramatically off the tip. Unabashed, Gabriel bend over with his butt toward them to pick up his pants from the floor and separate his undies from them. His legs were planted slightly apart as he did, so that the flashed a clear view of his spread bottom and his wrinkled little sack from the back, the pointed tip of his penis visible just behind the sack, swaying as he grasped his clothing. Chad noticing that the boy's butt hole still looked pink and a bit puffy, and the tear on one side had become an angry red scab. That boy was going to suffer when he had to poo, no question about it.

No wonder Gabriel was still mad at Tommy – Chad would have been, too. How typical this was of Tommy – he'd actually caused the smaller boy significant damage, yet he'd been totally unswayed by the boy's protests at the time and even now seemed more focused on threats to his own body rather than on the damage he'd down to his cousin's. He'd have torn Jesse's butt up just like that if chance hadn't taken Jesse away and substituted Gabriel. Yet Jesse still appeared, deep down, eager to forgive Tommy if Tommy ever stopped acting like a total butt hole. Butt hole, Chad said to himself in his mind, savoring the crude, apt simplicity of the term. A few weeks ago he couldn't even bring himself to say these two forbidden words, and now he was able to let them roll around in his mind unhindered. Butt hole. His brother was a total butt hole, with all the rankness and crudity that the term implied. An unpleasant and unsavory thing that you had to learn to live with, even though it every so often caused you pain, discomfort, or
embarrassment. That's what his brother was a lot of the time, a total butt hole. Tommy kept his unsavory side hidden most of the time, just like a boy's butt hole was hidden deep between the soft, smooth orbs of his buttocks.. But it was always there, right under the visible surface, ready to spew its crap around without advance notice.

Chad wondered if Jimmy Chen would have been so forgiving if he'd done something to Jimmy that hurt him as badly as Tommy had meant to hurt Jesse. What would Jimmy do if Chad attacked him with the intent to cause him severe pain, and Jimmy had been damaged and bleeding afterward? Actually, the answer to that one was obvious – Jimmy would have done the same thing back to him only twice as long and twice as hard. If he'd stuck his dick in Jimmy's butt, Jimmy would have done it to him twice, and then made him lick his tick clean for good measure. On the other hand, he'd have probably then put the whole thing out of his mind and never mentioned it again if Chad didn't, and they'd have continued their relationship. That attitude he could understand – it suggested they needed to respect each other and that there would be severe consequences otherwise. Chad didn't understand Jesse's loyalty to Tommy at all. Jesse didn't ask for respect from Tommy or expect to receive it. He knew as well as any of them what Tommy was like, yet he was fanatically dedicated to him and absorbed his abuse without complaint. It was all too confusing to contemplate.

Gabriel had straightened up and tossed his underpants by the others on the bed. Dakota, meanwhile, had watched this whole performance dispassionately, like naked boys were no big deal to her. Maybe they weren't, Chad suddenly realized. Gabriel had suggested that some of his mother's many boyfriends walked naked around their apartment, and had also told Chad that older boys in his foster families sometimes forced themselves on him – perhaps his sister had experienced similar things. In fact, hadn't Gabriel said that his foster brothers had frequently demanded he suck their wieners? Had Dakota been given similar offers or ultimata? And how had she responded to them? Was it possible that Dakota was experienced in giving boys oral pleasure?

Chad's penis stirred as he got a mental image of Dakota getting on her knees in front of him, smiling up at him and then wrapping her hand around the base of his dick and drawing the other half into her mouth. Suddenly he wanted a girl to suck him more than anything in the world. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he jumped in surprise when Beth bustled in the door, her arms full of old tissue boxes and the flyswatter from the kitchen. Gabriel was fully dressed by that time again, feeling extremely free and loose with his boy parts roaming unhindered. Four pairs of white briefs were in a row on the bed. Beth dropped the boxes beside them. "Excellent," she said. Tommy stared into the corner, hearing the boxes fall but unable to imagine what they were. He wondered what was up and how much it was going to hurt. He couldn't think of what to do with his arms, hanging limply by his sides. His penis still stuck out in front of him, visibly aroused. His balls had retreated to a nice, tidy package clinging tightly to the underside of his swaying erection.

Beth was verifying the owner of each pair of underpants with Chad and then inserting them each into one of the tissue boxes, so that most each pair was hidden and only a small swatch of unidentifiable cloth was sticking out the opening in the top. She stood back, satisfied. "I've set these up so that the lower back panel sticks out, but not the rest," she explained. "That's the part that was right over your business ends. And I've marked the bottom of each box so I know whose is whose, but I've used my own code so you won't know." She beamed at the three children watching her. "Thomas Henson, come on down," she said, dropping into her best imitation of booming voice-over. "You're our next contestant on Name That Butt!"

Tommy turned, reluctantly, surveying the boxes on the bed in puzzlement. "I see you're confused, young man," Beth boomed again. "The rules of the game are simple. You have to smell each of these pairs of underwear in turn, and then identify which of the 4 boys who were wearing them the underwear belongs to. After you have made your 4 guesses, I'll determine which of your choices was right and which were wrong. When you get all 4 right, the game ends! But each time you get any of the wrong, you suffer the consequence. Johnny, tell us what the consequence is!"

Beth shifted positions and lowered her voice, picking up the swatter as she did. "Beth, the consequence is a hot swat on his baby ball bag with the fly swatter! That's right, a good, swift smack on the nuts! Smacks on the nuts have been a stable of boy punishment before the beginning of time, but are still just as effective for young boys today! Back to you, Beth!"

Tommy looked from box to box with great trepidation. "He's gotta sniff everyone's underwear?" Gabriel asked. "Gross. What if there's poop or pee on them?"

"Then he'll get no more than he deserves," Beth said. "Round 1. Smell each one, Tommy, and make your guesses. You'd best take your time and get it right, if you don't want to suffer the consequences." She waved the flyswatter menacingly.

Gulping, Tommy walked to the bed and picked up the first box, eyeing the cloth protruding from it suspiciously. He couldn't see any markings or distinguishing properties on it that would betray its owner. He checked hopefully for signs of skid marks, which would narrow it down to Chad or perhaps Gabriel, but visual inspection revealed nothing useful. Resigned to his fate, he took a tentative sniff, then a deeper one when he couldn't really smell anything. Forcing himself not to think about where this swatch may recently have been, he got his nose right in the cloth and breathed in. All he could catch was the faint smell of some clothes washing soap. The smell was faint enough that he wasn't even sure if it smelled like the brand his mother used, which would narrow it down to three of them. He sat the box down and picked up the second, giving it a tentative sniff. The swatch in the second box was more distinctive. His preliminary whiffs revealed the definite odor of musky boy scent, mixed with just a trace of the odor of poop and a minor pee tang. Hmm, that could be either Chad or Gabriel, but he was betting on Chad and his notoriously sloppy hygiene habits. The third swatch smelled only of pee, but more strongly than the previous one. He remembered Gabriel flipping his still dripping penis into his pants that morning. The final swatch was musty and strongly boy- smelling, but only had faint wisps of pee smell and no poop smell at all. He sat it down again. Which one was which? There was a lot on the line here – a swat with the flyswatter on the balls would be majorly painful. He picked up the second and third boxes and smelled them again.

"So, what's the verdict?" Beth said. "Other than that you apparently like smelling things that have been on boys' butts." She pointed at Tommy's penis, which had become even more erect during this procedure, so that it pointed at an upward angle. "It's decision time."

Tommy weighed the options. Who was likely to be cleaner, him or Jesse? Jesse was less physically mature, so he probably didn't have as much boy smell as Tommy. But Tommy had put on new underpants for only about 10 minutes that morning before he'd been forced to take them off again. Jesse had worn his all of the day before. The cleanest ones had to be his! He gulped and made his first guess. "The first one is mine," he said. "It doesn't smell of anything, and I put on new underpants this morning, so mine would be the cleanest, and besides, I keep myself cleaner than they do. The second one smells like poop and pee both, so it has to be Chad's – we all know how bad he is at wiping and how he always dribbles in his pants when he goes pee. So he'd have the smelliest ones. The third is Gabriel's, because it smells of pee but not poop, and I saw Gabriel dribble into his undies when he peed this morning. And the fourth is Jesse's – it's almost as clean as mine." He put the third box down, confident he'd gotten it right.

Beth looked at the bottom of each box in turn, smiling at Tommy. "The results have been tabulated," she said. "Before we announce them, you need to get into the inspection position in case you've mixed any of them up. You remember the inspection position, I trust."

"What's the inspection position," Gabriel asked Chad.

"You'll see," Chad said. Tommy, his trepidation rising, climbed onto his bed on his back and pulled his legs ups up over his head, spreading them as widely as he could and holding them with his hands. Gabriel's eyes widened as he noted the incredible vulnerability of Tommy's genitals to the swatter in this position, as well as the humiliating way the position displayed all of his private parts like a laboratory specimen. Dakota had moved to Tommy's side where she stared it his genitals unabashedly with her cold eyes. Tommy looked at Beth holding the swatter fearfully.

"Close your eyes," Beth ordered. "Chad, put a pillow over his head so he can't see." Chad complied, kneeling by his brother's side. Tommy held his own ankles tightly, trembling. "I'm going to announce the results now," Beth said. "I'll announce that we have a winner, or I'll give you a swat on the balls, in which case you'll know you got at least one wrong." Tommy tensed. He couldn't see anything with the pillow over his head. He was acutely aware of his genitals, his penis, hard and throbbing, pointing toward his head, and his balls, laying against the base of his penis and bulging outward in the flat space between his legs. The moments appeared to drag by endlessly as he awaited either the acknowledgment he was right or an explosion of pain. What was taking so long! Shouldn't she have done it by now? The unseen room was silent, no clues of what was coming.

Suddenly overwhelming pain shot from Tommy's crotch, causing him to release his legs and shoot his hands to his throbbing genitals. He fought the urge to retch as wave after wave of throbbing anguish poured through him. He curled into a fetal position, moaning and clutching himself. It hurt so bad! Dimly, he heard Beth commenting that he'd gotten at least one wrong, but that out of pity and due to the fact he might make many more mistakes before he got all 4 right, she'd only given him a mild swat this first time. Mild? He thought his balls were going to be crushed, it hurt so bad! Tommy rocked back and forth for a time, moaning, his eyes shut against the pain. Gradually the throb died down to a dull ache, and he was able to open his eyes and release his grip on his private parts. Beth urged him up again.

"Time for your second try," she said cheerfully. "You got every single one wrong that time. You've obviously got a real talent for this."

Tommy sat up unsteadily on the bed, picking up the first box again. His balls throbbed and his sack stung where the swatter had hit it. He had to get it right this time – where had he messed up before? He went through the boxes one by one, sniffing more deeply this time but getting the same impressions as before. It all boiled down to the one that smelled only of clothes detergent, the one that smelled of everything associated with a boy's privates, the one that smelled strongly of boy and pee, and the one that smelled strongly of boy but only weakly of pee. He decided he must have gotten the first and the last one wrong before – the first one must have been Jesse's and the last one his. He couldn't be either of the ones smelling of poo – he'd been thoroughly and humiliatingly cleaned by Dakota and Gabriel just before donning his underpants after his diapering. Maybe he'd leaked a bit of pee when they'd started getting him ready to be spanked – he'd been awfully frightened at the time and it was hard to remember. He made up his mind. "The first one is Jesse's, then, and the second one is Chad's, and the third is Gabriel's, and the fourth is mine," he stated, hoping he was right.

"Back into inspection position," Beth ordered. "If you're right, it'll all be over, but if you're wrong, I'm going to swat you a little harder this time, so you can feel it."

So he could feel it? The last one had almost killed him! Tommy looked at his sister pleadingly, but she just smirked at him and waved her free hand in a circle. "Come on, bottoms up!" she said cheerfully. Trembling visibly, acutely aware of the vulnerability of his bulging scrotum, Tommy assumed the humiliating inspection position, his penis again pointing at his face, which was immediately covered by the pillow that Chad held firmly against his face. He tensed and waited, gripping his legs. He had to be right this time, he had to!

For what seemed like a long time, the room was silent and Tommy was aware mostly of his pounding heart and the surge of blood in his ears. Suddenly his groin exploded into throbbing pain again, this time deeper and more unbearable than before. Tommy's legs shot out and he clutched his tortured scrotum tightly, rolling into a ball on his side and convulsing, managing, but just barely, to keep from throwing up. The throb of his balls with each heartbeat when on and on and on. By the time he opened his eyes and blinked back the tears to look up blearily, Chad and Gabriel had settled down to reading old comic books, and Beth was poking through a fashion magazine, twisting the swatter idly in her hands.

"Ready for another round, little brother?" Beth asked. "You've got one right this time, but the other three are wrong!"

"How. Many. More. Tries?" Tommy gasped out.

"As many as it takes until you get it right," Beth said. "But I'll give you a break in one respect. I'll tell you what you got right. Jesse's is number 4, so you can eliminate it and concentrate on the other three. Remember, each your previous guesses is wrong, so number 1 isn't yours, number 2 isn't Chad's, and number 3 isn't Gabriel's."

Groaning, Tommy shifted to a sitting position and picked up each box in turn, this time burying his nose in each and inhaling deeply, unheeding of the smirks on Gabriel's and Chad's faces. Think – he had to think! The one that smelled of everything had to be Gabriel's, he decided. He'd been wrong when he'd thought it was Chad's, and it couldn't be his when he'd just had a bath and only worn them for 10 minutes. So that meant Number 1 had to be Chad's, because it hadn't been his. Maybe Chad had put on new underwear for the day, too. He hadn't noticed at the time. That would leave number 3 as his – the one with the strong pee smell. He definitely must have had a bad case of the pee squirts when he'd been standing in the corner, and just hadn't noticed it. He announced his choices and got into position, trembling more noticeably this time as Chad held the pillow over his face.

The blow, when it came, was harder than the previous two, sending Tommy into uncontrollable retching as he curled into a fetal position. He coughed and gasped and tried to get his breath again, while his tortured balls became the center of his existence. This time he was a long time quieting down, Beth slipping out the door for a time while Chad and Gabriel returned to their comic books. After what seemed like endless waves of throbbing ache, Tommy was able to uncurl slightly while still nursing his balls, his head clearing enough to think. Beth had returned by then. "How many?" he asked weakly.

"None," Beth said, smirking. "None right at all."

Tommy tried to focus his thoughts. He couldn't face another blow to his bare nuts! Suddenly he realized his fears were groundless. There was only one possibility left. Humiliating though it was to admit, the pair that smelled the strongest of pee, poo, and boy, was his own. He must have really lost it when he was being prepared for his spanking. "Number 1 is Gabriel's," he stated confidently. "Number 2 is mine, and number 3 is Chad's."

"Really?" Chad said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I mean, we all know about my wiping habits, isn't that what you said? And how I drip pee everywhere. And how Gabriel peed all over himself this morning. And how you're Tommy clean-butt, whose poop doesn't stink and who never poops anyway. How could the smelliest ones, as you put it before, be yours?"

"I don't know!" Tommy wailed. "I don't understand it! But that has to be right, because it's the only possibility left! I'd swear I saw Gabriel dribble into his underpants when he finished peeing! And I don't care what you say, we all know you don't keep yourself clean all the time! I don't know why mine are the dirty ones! But they have to be."

"'Cause I changed my underpants when I went back to our room to get dressed," Gabriel said calmly. "And I haven't been to the bathroom since then."

"And I realized I have to keep myself cleaner after – well, you know, after all I went through," Chad said. "So I probably stay cleaner than you do, now! And remember, little brother, you're the one who pooped himself today! "

Tommy looked down at the bed, catching sight of his scrotum as he did. It throbbed like hell, but it didn't look any different externally than it had before.

"I guess there's no use in making you get into position, you know you're right this time," Beth said grudgingly. She looked at her watch and brightened. "It's lunch time!" she announced cheerfully. "That means hot cinnamon rolls for everyone." She turned to the door, then turned back. "Everyone but you, of course, Tommy. You're having yesterday's stale biscuits and warm water. But you get to watch the rest of us eat." She opened the door and went out, turning back to them and holding the door for a moment.

"Get dressed, Tommy," Beth said, standing in the doorway. "Put on new underpants, dress pants, a dress shirt, socks, and your good shoes. You're getting a formal paddling after lunch, so I'm going to make it as formal as possible, with all the ceremony and pomp that an occasion like a young boy's first bare butt paddling deserves. We'll all eat, and then we can start the preparations." She grinned at Tommy. "Just think – we can have lunch, and then Gabriel will personally serve you your just desserts!"

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Tommy asked hesitatingly. Her mention of his upcoming paddling had increased his nervousness, and nervousness made him want to pee.

"Sorry," his sister said. "It's not your bathroom time yet. You'll get to go just before you get paddled, so you don't pee while you're being punished like some people I could name did."

Tommy stood disconsolately by the counter, glumly chewing on tasteless stale biscuits while his siblings, his cousins, and Karen gleefully ate cinnamon rolls, their smell pervading the kitchen and making his nose twitch. It wasn't fair! All he'd done was make a little mistake, and they all ganged up on him! Even Chad, who ought to be more sympathetic. He'd have given anything for a piece of a cinnamon roll. He felt stupid all dressed up in long dress pants and good shoes and a white dress shirt when everyone else was in casual weekend clothing. On the other hand, it felt better than being naked in front of everyone, like he'd been most of the morning. His need to pee hadn't declined, though -- he really had to go. Yet he didn't look forward to being allowed to go, because that would mean his paddling was imminent. He shifted from one foot to the other, trying not to think about it. Beth had said he had to drink the entire bottle of water, and that would make his problem worse. The more he tried not to think about it, the more the waves of pee-urgency washed over him. Finally, he interrupted the conversation of the quartet at the table. "I gotta go to the bathroom," he said, his face coloring. "I'm about to wet my pants!"

Beth looked at him sharply. "Didn't I tell you 10 minutes ago that you weren't going to get to pee until you get paddled? Shut up and eat your food."

"No, I really gotta go!" Tommy said with a note of urgency in his voice. "Really."

"You heard Beth," Dakota said. "So you'll just have to wait. Besides, the sooner you go pee, the sooner you get paddled."

"But—" Tommy said.

"But what?" Beth interrupted. "You'll pee your pants? I'm going to gag you with you underpants when you get paddled – do you really want to wet them? Now shut up and wait until we're done, then we'll prepare you for your paddling."

Tommy continued dancing from one foot to the other, the urge to pee causing a burning sensation at the base of his penis. He'd gone rock-hard again at the stimulation, a condition they were all certain to notice and make fun of when they did let him pee. He concentrated on not wetting his pants as he watched the group slowly eating the rest of their cinnamon rolls. It seemed like forever until Beth, who was the last to finish, finally pushed back her plate. Tommy heaved a sigh of relief, but she made no effort to get up. "I think I'll have some more milk," she said. "Tommy, if you'd be so good as to serve me, please."

Dancing the whole way, Tommy hurried to the refrigerator and retrieved the milk, carrying it to the table, where he stood, still dancing like a recently potty-trained 2-year- old who'd drunk an entire soda, as Beth very slowly poured milk in her glass and began sipping delicately. He finally was forced to clap a hand over his crotch and squeeze the end of his penis through the cloth to fight back the pee urge, still dancing and silently urging Beth to get up. Finally, very slowly, she rose. "We'll clean up later," she announced. "We've got a very naughty boy to paddle on his bare butt."

"Yes!" Gabriel exclaimed. "It's about time! I'm ready." He picked up the ping-pong paddle, which he'd kept at his elbow during the entire meal.

"First thin we do is blindfold him," Beth said, picking up a bag on the counter and fishing in it. She came up with a black blindfold and a roll of surgical tape.

"Why do I have to be blindfolded?' Tommy asked.

"How can I see how much he's crying if he's blindfolded," Gabriel asked at the same time.

"We'll take it off just before we start his paddling," Beth explained. "But he needs it for now." She slipped the blindfold over Tommy's face and began taping the edges against his face so he couldn't see at all. Tommy kept dancing, needed to pee badly but not wanting to wet his underpants after Beth's announcement about using them as a gag.
He wondered if pee tasted as bad as it smelled. You never could tell about how thing tasted from how they smelled. Motor oil, for example, had a fascinating smell but tasted truly awful if you got any in your mouth. Cabbage smelled bad but tasted pretty good. Pee came out of boy's wieners, yet he'd discovered just an hour ago that they didn't taste too awfully bad – sort of intriguing, actually. Chad's was kind of disgusting with the way it spat musty liquid when he was done, but Gabriel's hadn't been bad, just kind of salty, and Jesse's…

His penis gave a lurch in his hand. Why was he thinking about Jesse that way? Why did he feel so bad that Jesse had gone home? He'd asked Jesse to do exactly that, had told Jesse that was what he wanted, so why did he feel betrayed that Jesse had followed through on it rather than staying around to witness and participate in his further humiliation. And why did he think of Jesse's penis in his mouth not with revulsion, but with a kind of longing to feel it again?

Beth had finished taping his mask to her satisfaction. Pee urgency and dread competed for dominance in his mind. He could see nothing at all. He felt Beth take his shoulders and rotate him multiple times, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. He heard her say, off to one side, "Dakota and I will make sure everything is set up, then she'll come back and the two of you can bring him out, Gabriel. Come one, Chad, I need your help, too. Tommy waited silently in the darkness with growing dread. He couldn't stop dancing. He hoped they wouldn't be long, because he really had to pee, but he that would mean he was getting paddled next! He'd seen Chad get paddled. At the time he'd thought it was funny how Chad had looked as he waited, naked in front of everyone, for his paddling, his small, shrunken penis barely a button against his groin. He'd even gotten a kick out of Chad's squealing and crying as they'd each taken turns beating his little butt. Now he found the whole thing horrifying! That was gonna be him with his bare butt turned upward, the paddle descending on it over and over, bringing sharp, searing pain that built with each swat. Gabriel had been holding his arm, but now he felt Gabriel's hand shift, until it was gently caressing Tommy's butt through his pants.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice more a squeak than he'd intended.

"Nothin'," Gabriel replied. "Just wondering how loud you're gonna squeal and how red your butt is gonna get." He continued caressing Tommy's butt, raising goose bumps on Tommy's arms with his touch. Tommy fought to keep from flinching away, not wanting to show his fear. Gabriel began massaging Tommy's right butt cheek harder through his pants. "I never paddled another boy before," Gabriel said after a bit. "I never even spanked one."

Tommy tried to ignore Gabriel. His already penis swelled in his hand as he squeezed the tip, keeping from peeing himself. He realized that he was enjoying the stimulation Gabriel was providing. Gabriel shifted his touch from Tommy's but to the shaft of his penis, probing and poking to feel it's hardness. Tommy tried to twist away. "Stop touching me!" he ordered.

Gabriel responded by squeezing Tommy's penis hard through his pants. "I can touch you if I want to! Beth says I get to paddle you on your bare ass as long as I want, and pull your dick and your balls, too! So get used to it!" He squeezed Tommy's penis harder through his pants for emphasis. Tommy shuddered at the touch.

"Hey, how come your dick is hard again?" Gabriel asked, looking puzzled. "You really gotta pee that bad? I mean, there aren't any girls here or anything, so you can't be horny. Unless….." He continued squeezing Tommy's penis shaft, reaching with his other hand to stroke Tommy's butt again. Tommy's penis, against his will, immediately pulsed. Gabriel dug his fingers in more firmly.

"Hey, come on, stop that!" Tommy complained. "I don't like it."

"Then how come you're all hard now?" Gabriel asked. "You do like boys, don't you! You're getting all horny because I'm touching you! I bet you knew it was me all along last night, and just went ahead because you wanted to fuck my butt! You're all hot for me, aren't you!"

Tommy jerked away from Gabriel's touch, white hot anger overcoming his good sense. "You're an ugly little toad," he said, outraged. "Your breath stinks, your butt smells, and you've got a pointy little dick like a gerbil! You not only don't make me hot, but you'll never make anyone hot. They'll take one look at your boy stuff and burst out laughing! You'll say, 'put this in your mouth, baby,' and she'll say, 'sorry, I don't like cigarettes.' Nobody would want to do sex stuff with you!"

"Shows how much you know," Gabriel said hotly. "All kinds of kids want to do sex stuff with me! You aren't the first pervert to try to do me up the chute, you know! All the older boys want to do me at all the foster homes, 'cause I'm so cute! They even want to suck my dick sometimes!"

"Maybe you're the one who's gay," Tommy suggested. "Maybe you sent out gay vibes. I bet you want boys to have sex with you. I bet you beg them to! I bet that's why you came to my bed – you didn't have a nightmare, you just wanted my dick up your little butt!"

Gabriel dropped both of his hands, letting go of Tommy. "I'll get you," he said evenly. "I'll get you good! Because I get to whip your butt! And you just have to lie there and let me! I'll paddle you until you're blistered! I'll make you beg! I'll squeeze your fat little balls until they pop!"

Tommy realized he's made a mistake in letting his temper get the best of him. He tried to backpedal. "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," he muttered.

"Yes you did," Gabriel said hotly next to him. "You did, because you're a meany, just like Chad said! I hope they're ready soon -- I want to paddle your bare butt!"

Suddenly Dakota's voice was next to him. "We're ready now," she said to the boys." She took Tommy by one arm, and Gabriel took the other. "Remember, Gabriel, don't say anything that would give it away!"

Give what away? Tommy wondered as they started moving. He assumed they were headed toward the hall, but he couldn't tell, really. Were they going to the living room? They stopped him briefly at one point, then moved ahead again. The surface under his feet changed Was that carpet? Were they in the hall now? Gabriel and Dakota suddenly stopped, turning him to face the other way. "Here we are," Dakota said.

Tommy was puzzled. They hadn't walked far, but it didn't feel like they'd gone into the living room. He couldn't see, but he concentrated on his other senses. It didn't sound like the living room – Dakota's voice didn't echo right. He concentrated. Birds! He could hear birds! And a breeze was blowing gently. "We're outside!" he exclaimed. Horror overtook him. "Nooooooooo!" he begged. "Not outside!"

"Yes, I'm afraid so, little brother," Beth's voice said behind him. "You're getting paddled in the back yard!"