Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 16

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 16
by Chadlad

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Chapter 16: Water Closet Encounters of the Third Kind

Dot grabbed his hands. "Wait, don't pull them up yet," she said breathlessly. "I was just looking for a towel behind the door when you came in, then when you started – you know – started, well, doing that to yourself, well, I was so startled I couldn't think of what to do. You looked just like Tommy did, except your weren't blindfolded, and no one was making you do it. I mean, you were so intent on what you were doing, and I didn't want to spoil your fun. And then you finished, and you started peeing, and it was all so funny I just couldn't keep from laughing." She looked at him earnestly.

"Yeah, right – you're like all those girls out there – you just want to make fun of us boys," he said. He tried to shake his hand free and put his still half-hard penis away. "So go ahead, make fun of me! Tell me how little my dick is, and how ugly it is, and how disgusting it looks. Then you can go out and tell your friends you caught me playing with myself and they can laugh, too! Tell everyone!" He glared at her and tried to reach for his pants again. She blinked in surprise.

"No," she said. "That isn't why I laughed. I wasn't making fun of you. I laughed 'cause you looked so cute doing it – you were so serious and intense! And your hand moved so fast! I mean, you looked like Tommy when he did it, except yours is so much smaller, of course, and it has that little hoodie over the tip that Tommy doesn't have. And yours didn't shoot out that disgusting snot stuff that Tommy did when you came. And when you came you squeezed your butt so tight, and it was such a perfect little butt, and so cute and innocent, and I just wanted to reach out and touch you, and, and, and I don't know what. And then you started peeing, and I was afraid if I said anything you'd jump and pee would squirt all over, and I pictured that, and that's when I laughed, I swear," Dot finished in a rush.

Gabriel was still trying to reach his pants and cover his genitals at the same time. "Get out of her and leave me alone," he said, blushing.

At the tension in his voice, Dot froze and let go of his hands, enabling him to snatch up his pants. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I've messed things up again, haven't I?" her eyes glistened, tears starting to appear. She turned her back to him. "I'm so stupid," she said. "All the girls know it. They make fun of me when they think I'm not listening. You know Dot, they say. A bit slow on the uptake. The one who always trips over stuff, and says the wrong thing." Her voice broke on the last word. She took a deep, gasping breath, then continued. "I'm sorry – I'll just leave. I didn't intend to spy on you, it just happened. And I really meant it about you being cute."

Gabriel heard her moving toward the door. He hitched his pants the rest of the way up. "Wait," he said, on impulse, grabbing her arm. Dot paused with her arm on the doorknob, still appearing to be on the verge of crying. "You really think I'm cute?" he asked. "Even naked? Even when I'm peeing, or, or…."

Dot swallowed, looking younger than her years, her face flushed. She swallowed again. "Yes," she managed to choke out. She looked at the floor. Gabriel looked at the floor, too, neither speaking for a moment.

"My sister says I look like a dork naked," Gabriel said, almost inaudibly. "She says girls just pretend to like boys so that boys will give them presents and take them to movies and stuff. She says our – our boy stuff, you know…" here he pointed to his modest crotch bulge, as if Dot couldn't figure out what he was talking about. "She says our boy stuff sticks out all funny like it was just glued on as an after—and after—an after something or the other."

"Afterthought," Dot suggested.

"Yeah, that's it. She says that girls are nice and smooth and boys are all hard and pokey and rude, and that makes us disgusting. She says my – my—you know, my peter – she says it looks like a little worm," Gabriel said heatedly. "You think that too, don't you! She says you all think that, but you just tell us it's cute to our faces and then laugh at us behind our backs for believing it. That's what you're going to do, isn't it? You're going to go outside and then tell your friends you caught me – you caught me--." Gabriel gave up trying to express the thought and looked at her with real fear in her eyes. "And then you'll all make fun of me, like you did Tommy!"

Dot stared at Tommy, amazed by this tirade, and hurt by the accusation. "No!" she said forcefully. "I won't! Really! I wouldn't! I really think you boy parts are cute, and your butt, too! I won't tell a soul, I promise! It was fun watching you – watching you play with yourself – it looked like you were so into it! You were so intense! I wished I could have seen your front more while you were doing it – all I could really see was your cute little butt and your hand moving, and just a little bit of your weenie from the side! It made me all tingly inside!" Gabriel looked at her doubtfully. "Look, I don't think your little weenie is ugly! Really! I like it!" Gabriel looked even more skeptical.

"Everyone knows girls don't really like it," Gabriel said. "That's why all the boys at the foster homes were always trying to make me suck theirs and trying to make me take it up the chute – because girls don't want to. That's why we have to do ourselves all the time – because the things between our legs are disgusting."

"They're not really between your legs, you know," Dot said. "Your weenie and your bag, I mean. They're not between your legs. I thought they would be – that's what everyone always says. Like Jessica – she said when she called me and said to come over, 'they're gonna strip Tommy naked and paddle his butt, and we'll see what he's got between his legs.' But you boys' stuff isn't between your legs – it's kinda attached to the front of your crotch instead." She stared into space, reflecting. "I suppose if it actually was between your legs, like girls' stuff is, it would get in the way when you walked."

"It doesn't matter where our stuff is – the point is you guys don't like our stuff, you just pretend to. Like my mom – she'd did all kinds of stuff with guys she didn't like just so they'd give her money or drugs. Then she'd sit in front of the TV and tell me and my sister how disgusting each of them was, and how sometimes it was all she could do to keep from puking when she looked at them. So I know it's all a big lie," Gabriel said stubbornly.

"I'll show you," Dot said, determination in her voice, now. She reached behind her and locked the door, then slid to her knees on the floor. "I'll show you!" she repeated more forcefully. She licked her lips and looked up at him. Then slowly, deliberately, she raised both hands to the sides of his sweatpants and gripped the waistband, starting to tug them downward. Gabriel, at first frozen with surprise, reached down and grabbed his pants just as the top of his hairless pubic triangle was emerging, barely in time to keep hip privates under wraps.

"Hey, cut it out," he protested. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Let go," Dot replied, tugging harder on his pants. "And you'll see." She looked at him earnestly. "Just let go and close your eyes. Or open them and watch. I don't care." When Gabriel still clung to his pants, she looked him in the eye. "Trust me," she said earnestly. "If you don't trust me this time, how will you ever know what I would have done? You have to be able to trust some people sometimes even if others have hurt you, that's what my mom says. She says if you don't take a chance and trust people, you'll be alone all the time."

Like Chad, last night. Gabriel thought. There had been something about the tone of Beth's voice that had put Gabriel on his guard last night – something that told him not to go off with her alone to her bedroom. And I trusted Chad last night, Gabriel said to himself. I had to make a decision, and I trusted him. After having seen Beth in action all day, Gabriel was pretty sure this had been the right choice. After all, Chad had comforted him, and hadn't taken advantage of him although he easily could have. He remembered, with warm coziness, Chad's larger, stronger body pressed against his back, Chad's hand gently stroking his penis, soothing him to sleep, not hurting him. He'd trusted Chad, and Chad had come through. Maybe this girl…..

He eased his grip and let her pull his pants down, his little penis flopping out and immediately assuming a half- hard jut. The bathroom air felt cool on his bare butt. He looked down at the girl, who pulled his pants clear to his knees and then let go and smiled up at him. "You're gonna like this," she said. She slid her hands up the back of Gabriel's legs, cupping each of his bare buns and then pulling him slightly toward her. She studied his little penis at close range, noting the tip of the glans sticking out with the foreskin surrounding it. "See, I told you it has a hoodie," she said. "It's like Kenny on Southpark, peaking out of it's hoodie at the world." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip, kissing it lightly. Then, to Gabriel's amazement, she opened her mouth wide and sucked his entire tool in, circling her tongue around the shaft and bathing it in warm, enclosing wetness. Gabriel gasped, contracting his butt at the overwhelming sensations. The boys were never like this – lips so soft they caressed, tongue working busily. Usually, they just took it in and sucked on it like a nipple on a baby bottle, sometimes moving up and down it, often just slurping noisily. They usually had rougher, chapped lips, and they went at it like they were trying to start a fire. Sometimes they'd sucked so hard they'd left him sore afterward. Dot was sucking more gently, using her tongue constantly, probing under the foreskin, exploring the pee slit, licking the knot of skin on the underside. Gabriel was rock hard in moments, his whole body practically vibrating with sensation. Her hands on his butt massaged, probed, and caressed, as if she couldn't get enough of touching his boyish musculature, exploring his butt's leanness, his total lack of body fat. Gabriel tensed, pulses of pleasure rapidly ascending despite having just cum minutes earlier. His need to cum became a burning desire. He rammed forward again and again, Dot sensing his movements each time and moving with him, drawing out to the tip of his organ, only about an inch and a half from his crotch, then enclosing him all the way to his groin again. She shifted her right hand to his crotch and began playing with his tiny ball sack has she sucked, tickling him lightly underneath, sending new sensations through Gabriel. It was as if she genuinely liked messing with his equipment, not like the boys who did the minimum that had to be done to make him cum and then stopped sucking with his first pulse of orgasm and spit his little penis out like it was something distasteful.

Seconds later, waves of orgasm swept through the little boy, bringing him up on his toes making grunting little squeals of delight as his penis pulsed in Dot's mouth, the ridge where the foreskin attached growing much bigger in the process. She kept sucking valiantly through the whole process, as if wringing the last vestiges of passion out of him, then let her mouth slip down his rapidly shrinking tool and off of it, where it landed wetly against his scrotum and hung there glistening with saliva. She caressed his butt with one hand and his balls with the other, while Gabriel caught his breath.

"Now do you believe I like it?" Dot asked, wiping her lips and then kissing the head of his spent organ. "Now do you believe I think it's cute?" She lifted his penis gently and planted a kiss on each of his marble-sized balls, then looked at him earnestly.

Gabriel stared down at her smiling face. "Wow," he finally said. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," she said. "Feel up to some more?"

Gabriel looked at his penis seriously, thinking about how it felt internally at the same time. The inside of his penis was getting a bit sore from all the sucking he'd received in the last few hours, first from Tommy and then from this marvelous girl, and from his own stimulation just minutes before. He also was completely limp, and he had plans for Tommy later that needed his penis' cooperation despite the temptation of this offer. "I don't think so," he said solemnly. "I just did it myself a few minutes ago, you know. I'm kinda milked out." The latter was a phrase he'd heard one of his mom's many boyfriends utter when she'd been trying to arouse him on the sofa in front of the TV one day despite Gabriel's presence in the room. Dot didn't bat an eye, though -- she responded by rising off her knees and taking his underpants firmly and replacing them, following with his pants. She trailed a hand over his miniature crotch bulge and looked at him with an air of contentment.

"I've wanted to do that ever since Rebecca Slocomb started talking about it last year, how she did it with the stupid James Whitcomb and then insisted on telling about it over and over and over, all the time pointing out the rest of us couldn't possibly understand because we weren't experienced like her, Dot said earnestly. "But I had to find the right boy. I can't do stuff like that with just anyone – he's got to be cute. I don't mean just have a cute face, he's got to be cute all over, if you know what I mean. Like, he's got to be clean and good-smelling, and, and not gross! And then there you were in the bathroom, and as soon as I saw your little butt and your cute thingy, I just knew you were the one. And I did good, didn't I? I bet Rebecca wasn't anything as good as I was. Didn't I do good?"

Gabriel, amazed at the string of words without a pause, didn't answer immediately when they stopped. Dot's face fell. "Stupid – of course I wasn't any good. Nobody's ever any good the first time they do something. And I never do anything right, anyway. I should have known!" She turned to the door.

"Wait!" Gabriel said, finally breaking from his post- orgasmic lassitude. "Don't go. You were good. Really! Better than any ole boy! Really good! You were great!" He looked at her earnestly willing her to believe him.

"Really?" Dot said. "You're not just saying that?"

"Peter swear!" Gabriel said, sliding a hand into his pants while holding the other one in the air.

Dot burst out laughing. "Peter swear?" she exclaimed. "What's that? Like pinky swear, only you use your peter?"

"Yeah," Gabriel said, looking at her earnestly. "I learned it from the orphanage I was in for awhile. All the kids in our bunk did it. When a boy really meant something, he'd put one hand on his dick and swear with the other one. And if you were agreeing to something, you'd both do it, and smack your hands together at the same time. It's called peter swear. It means that if you're not telling the truth, or if you betray the other person, you hope your peter falls off. You only do it with special friends. You're not supposed to do it in front of girls, though – it's kinda like a secret boy oath. And you've got to have a peter, and girls don't. That's probably why you never heard about it."

Dot looked at the smaller boy, overwhelmed with his earnestness. She was his special friend? She stepped beside him and slipped her right hand down his pants, feeling for and finding his damp little cock and squeezing the once again foreskin-covered head. She raised her right hand. "I'll have to use yours, then. I, Dot Havers, think you and your weenie and all your other boy parts are cute," she said. "And I'll never tell a soul our secret. Peter swear." She gave his penis a tweak and slapped his upraised hand.

"Wait," Gabriel said seriously. "I have to be touching it, too!" He slipped his hand into his pants beside hers, their fingers joining, and together they gripped his penis and slapped hands. Immediately they both burst out laughing. Seconds later, they cracked the bathroom door, peeked out of it, and when it was obvious the hall was clear they raced out the bathroom door, down the hall, and back through the kitchen to the back yard.

No one appeared to have missed them. Tommy was standing now, in front of the circle of chairs, his arms still bound behind him, his butt to the girls, who were chatting gaily and making comments about his anatomy and his continued crying. His butt, fully exposed, was an angry mass of blisters, welts, and bright red blotches. He was hopping from foot to foot, bawling more softly now but still unable to control it, his fingers flexing behind him as if itching to get loose and comfort himself. Dot gave Gabriel a wink and went to join the girls, while Gabriel passed in front of Tommy and joined Chad against the fence on the far side. He noted that Tommy's penis was soft, hanging loosely over his bulging scrotum, but not trying to retreat into his body like before.

"I got him good, didn't I?" Gabriel said to Chad with satisfaction after joining him.

"Oh, you got him," Chad said, looking sober. "So do you feel that you guys are even now?"

"Not yet," Gabriel said. "I'm done with paddling and spanking, I think, but I gotta take him up the chute before we'll be even. I might even have to do him twice – one for butt-fucking me, and once more to punish him. And I'm gonna make him suck me a few more times before I quit and call it even. Are you gonna do anything more to him?"

"He owes me about seven blow jobs," Chad said. "But I don't know if I'll collect on all of them. I'm more concerned with what he owes Jesse –he needs to show Jesse he's sorry and forgives him, and he needs to humiliate himself voluntarily to Jesse to show that he means it. And I don't know if I can get him realize he has to, and to go ahead and do it."

"Oh," Gabriel said. He looked at Tommy for a moment, still standing with his butt facing the girls, his hands still tied just above his butt. Beth was taking the underwear gag out of his mouth. "Chad, what does it mean if a girl sucks you just 'cause she wants to?"

"Huh?" Chad said, his head snapping around to look at Gabriel. "What are you talking about?"

"You know – if a girls sucks your peter and says she thinks it's cute and you are too, what does that mean? Does that mean she's your girlfriend?" Gabriel asked, his eyes drilling into Chad's.

"Somebody did that to you?" Chad said, his voice betraying his doubt.

"Maybe," Gabriel said. "So what does it mean?"

"Really? A girl sucked your wiener?" Chad said, ignoring the question.

"That one," Gabriel said, pointing at Dot, all talk of peter swearing forgotten. Fortunately, Dot's back was turned. "In the bathroom. She was in there, and I didn't see her,

and then she saw – well, she saw stuff, and then she said I
was cute and she sucked me."

"Dot sucked your wiener?" Chad said, still incredulous.

"It felt good," Gabriel said. "Better than when a boy does it. Well, you know – you've had girls suck yours before."

"Oh, yeah," Chad said, the lie slipping easily off his tongue. "Lots of times." The world wasn't fair, he thought. Here this little kid is getting blown by girls he's just met, and all of Chad's prospects for a blow job were equipped with penises. Sure, he could make his brother suck him any time he wanted for the next few days, and one call to Alan would probably bring him running over ready to spend the night, and Jesse had indicated he was ready any time Chad was and only wanted to please him, but could he get one girl, one single girl interested in sucking him? It just wasn't fair!

Beth was making Tommy turn around with his genitals facing the audience while she removed his arm restraints. With the gag out of his mouth, he was crying softly but more audibly, working his lips and tongue like his mouth was dry. It probably was, Chad thought.

"Here's the deal," Beth said. "I'm going to release your arms, and you get 5 minutes to comfort your butt or your nasties all you want. After that, you won't be able to touch anything below your waist for the rest of the day unless one of us orders you to. So give yourself comfort while you can – you have five minutes." She removed his bonds with a flourish, and Tommy immediately began rubbing his wrists, restoring circulation in his hands. Momentarily eased, he reached gingerly behind him and cautiously cupped each of his buns with the corresponding hand, arching his back and whimpering at the touch, oblivious to how this made his genitals project towards the girls. His fingers began slowly exploring the welts and blisters of his stinging, aching buttocks, pausing periodically to circle an especially sore spot here or a rough spot there. He moved his right hand to the front briefly to cup his scrotum and raise it so he could see it better, trying to see if any external marks were present corresponding with the throbbing ache he felt inside them from Gabriel's enthusiastic squeezing of his balls. He hurt! He hurt all over his underpants area – his entire butt stung and throbbed, and his balls had a deep, unquenchable ache. He had new respect for his brother Chad, who'd suffered a similar spanking at the hands of his family, also in front of witnesses, and numerous other spankings and paddlings from other people, including himself, during that same week. His butt felt hot under his hands – hot, yet dry rather than sweaty, not surprising, given the afternoon was waning and the air outside was cooling. He flinched as he explored his butt crack, where his buns were lined on both sides with a particular vivid and severe crop of blisters. He was glad he'd already pooped for the day – he didn't think he could stand to sit down even for that.

Time was passing quickly during this musing, though. Soon his sister Beth sang out, "Two minutes left – then we'll clean all that snot off of you and you can sit on your sore bottom for awhile and think about your misdeeds!" She indicated the hard wooden chair Gabriel had sat in to spank him. More tears welled up in his eyes. He was going to have to sit on his sore butt! It burned all over, and ached inside! He didn't think he could stand it! Desperately he tried to sooth the burn that still overwhelmed his butt. Man, for a little boy, his brat of a cousin could sure swing a paddle! He must have been really mad!

The brat in question, meanwhile, was tugging at Chad's sleeve to get his attention. He leaned in, whispering to Chad so as not to be overheard. "I gotta take a shit," Gabriel said as softly as possible.

"You gotta be more careful," Chad said. "You used the f- word before, and now you're using the s-word. You use either of them where Beth can hear you, and she'll strip you and spank your butt bare right here in front of the girls."

"Well, she can't hear me, can she?" Gabriel said reasonably. "And I gotta take a dump and I need your help. 'Cause it's gonna hurt, I know it is!"

Belatedly, Chad realized what the younger boy was talking about. Gabriel's anus was injured, injured as a result of his brother Tommy's misplaced anger. As his own family member was responsible for the damage, Chad himself felt a strong obligation to help the little guy out. Besides, he had experience in these things himself from dealing with his own anal injuries after being butt raped in the gauntlet, so he knew what the boy was facing, and he knew something about dealing with it. And he doubted Gabriel would want Beth's help in such a delicate, personal matter.

"Okay, Gabriel," Chad said reassuringly. He really did have sympathy for this problem of the boy's. "But we'd better go to the upstairs bathroom, away from all these females."

"Stupid cunts," Gabriel muttered. Chad looked at him warning. "Don't worry, they can't hear me," Gabriel said, adding, "besides, you were thinking it, too."

Actually, Chad wouldn't ever have used that term – up to a few weeks ago, he couldn't even bring himself to think the phrase 'butt hole,' or 'cock,' and he still felt kind of funny about that, let along use the word Gabriel had just said, or the f-word. But he had to admit that he did feel the same way about the girls in his yard as Gabriel apparently felt.

The two slipped away from where Tommy was moaning and rubbing his butt to the Girl Scouts' amusement, and trooped into the house and upstairs. Chad carefully locked the bathroom door and looked for a place to sit, finally settling on the edge of the bathtub. Gabriel obligingly pulled his pants and underpants off and stretched himself across Chad's lap as Chad spread the boy's soft buns and examined his anus at close range. He reached over to the ledge of the bathtub and retrieved the hand lotion. "I'm going to put a whole bunch of this on your butt hole and then gently work it in, so you're all soft and greasy. I'll try to be gentle, but it might hurt some. Just try to stand it, because if I don't, it's going to hurt worse when you poop, and once you get started going it'll be too late to make it better."

Gabriel shivered as cold lotion was applied to his butt crack, then Chad began gently rubbing it in, making circles on the younger boy's butt hole, trying to soften the scab leading in a brown line from the tight center of the boy's hole to the outer edge. He took his time, pressing progressively harder and adding more lotion as he went, then easing lotion into the slit down the middle of the wrinkle pattern. "I'm going to try to put some inside you now," Chad said. "I won't push it very far in because I know you're full of poo in there right now and I'd just as soon not get any on me, but I've got to get some in so the poo just slips out when you go. I'll try to be gentle, but it will probably hurt." He squirted a large amount of lotion in the center of the boy's butt hole and pushed with his little finger, forcing first the lotion in, and then, causing a grunt and bodily tensing from Gabriel, the tip of his index finger. He paused with his finger in the boy up to the first knuckle, and then began working it in slow circles, trying to spread the boy's butt hole and loosen the tight scab. Gabriel squealed, tightening his butt and arching his back.

"Sorry," Chad said. "I was trying to soften the scab so it doesn't hurt when you poop. I think I've done all I can do. You've got to try to go now."

Gabriel got up hesitantly, plopping immediately on the toilet seat and wincing as his butt stretched apart. His little penis was rock hard and the foreskin retracted, his small, tight scrotum protruding between his widely spread legs. The anal stimulation and a full rectum were obviously combining to given him a throbbing hard-on. He rocked a little bit to try to find a good position and spread his buns more, building the courage to push. "I'll just step out until you're done," Chad said, starting to rise from where he sat across from the boy.

Gabriel grabbed his arm. "NO!" he said. "It's gonna hurt bad, and I need you here to hold onto, and to tell me to keep going when it hurts! Please!"

Chad sighed. He'd just as soon not be around a pooping boy – he didn't like the sounds they made, or the smell, or the feeling of intruding on someone's most private moment. But Gabriel clung to him tightly, so he settled down again on the bathtub edge and looked at the floor, trying not to listen to Gabriel's grunts and his little moans of pain as he gripped Chad's arm convulsively. His fingers became like little claws momentarily, mildly painful to Chad, then he let out a little squeal and shuddered. "It hurts!" he moaned.

"Come on, you can do it – just a little more," Chad said, glancing at the boy's red, pain-twisted face. Gabriel took a deep breath and bore down, gripping Chad even harder before exhaling sharply and relaxing his grip, plopping sounds in the toilet attesting to his success. Over the next minute, Gabriel forced himself to strain twice more, with accompanying plopping, and then relaxed, panting.

"That hurt like a mother," he said between pants. "But holding onto you made it easier. And you were right – the lotion made stuff just slide out. But it still hurt a lot! That's why I gotta get Tommy!" He reached for toilet paper and leaned to one side to slip a hand under him, then shuddered and let go of the paper. "I can't do it! It hurts too much!" he moaned. "Chad, you gotta wipe me!"

Great, thought Chad. Tommy has his fun, and I get to clean up the poo. Meanwhile, Gabriel had risen and was clutching his ankles, assuming the little boy wiping position with his butt in the air. Chad, taking lots of paper, carefully wiped the boy, trying to ignore his moans and the seep of new blood from the cut. "I guess we gotta wash it, too, and put on Neosporin," Chad said reluctant to touch the boy's orifice but knowing his duty and family obligation. Great job, Tommy – because of you I'm now chief butt-wiper and washer. He had Gabriel climb on the sink with his butt hanging over the basin, then ran the hot water and splashed water on the younger boy's butt hole, soaping his crack and then splashing more water to rinse him off while Gabriel cringed each time he neared the sore spot. The other boy's butt hole felt strange under his fingers – alive and moving, reacting to his touch, but without the internal feedback he got when he touched himself. He lifted Gabriel back off the sink and handed him a towel, noticing the boy's penis was still erect as ever. Man, what a horny little devil! He sat back down on the tub edge and Gabriel settled across his lap again, wincing and complaining as Chad applied Neosporin to his most private place, but restraining himself enough for Chad to finish. Finally Chad nudged him up, told him to get dressed and went to wash scrub his own hands as thoroughly as possible. He didn't see anything on his hands and he'd been careful, but he still felt unclean. Getting your own poop on you was bad enough, but someone else's poop – Chad shuddered and washed his hands a second and then a third time. When he turned around to get the hand towel, Gabriel was standing, still naked from the waist down, staring down at his penis, which he was holding in one hand.

"Do you really think my peter's cute?" he said. "That girl said it was cute, but I don't see how she could think that. It's just a peter, just like every one else's," Gabriel said. He thought a moment, then amended that. "Well sort of like everyone else's. Except most of them are bigger than mine, and some don't have a hood, and a lot of them are hairier," he added.

"I don't think any boy's dick is cute," Chad said, realizing he actually meant it. "No matter what size it is or whether it has a hood or not or how hairy it is or isn't. I know mine isn't cute, and neither is Tommy's or Jesse's, or Alan's, and Jimmy's looks like a big turd…" he realized he was saying too much and stopped that train of thought. Gabriel didn't seem to be paying any attention, anyway. "Look, I don't think mine is cute, either. But some wieners are less disgusting than others, I guess, and yours is probably one of them. At least, that may be what she meant. She probably likes a certain type. And remember, she's a girl. They think different than we do."

Gabriel let go of his genitals and looked at himself critically in the mirror. His penis bobbed in the air in front of him. "I look funny naked," he said. "It's different when I have pants on – then all you see is a little bump in front. But I'm all weird looking and wrinkled and floppy when I take my pants off."

"Me too," Chad said. "I think we all look funny. And we look funnier all hard like that. But some girls seem to like it. Look how eager the Girl Scouts were to get Tommy naked." He reflected. "Not Beth, though," he said, almost to himself. "I'm pretty sure she doesn't like the way we look at all. She just undresses us for pure meanness."

Gabriel was still staring at his crotch in the mirror. "I could never be a girl," he said.

"You don't have the right equipment, anyway," Chad responded.

"Even if I did," Gabriel said. "I'd still think boys look weird."

"So don't look at them. I try not to. And put on your pants so I don't have to look at you," Chad said, throwing the boy's sweatpants toward him. Gabriel snatched them out of the air and turned to bend down to get his underpants, flashing his anus at Chad, his little bulge of a scrotum momentarily framed between his spread legs. Then he was in his pants again and stepping gingerly out the door, walking slightly bow-legged and taking short steps, his damaged hind quarters obviously still hurting him. Chad hung the towels up. I really don't like boys, he realized as he watched Gabriel go. His own genitals were soft and unaroused in his pants, despite the intimate handling he'd just done of the younger boy. He tried to picture having Cynthia in the same position, spread over his lap with her legs apart, the furrow that had to be between her legs spreading to show her vagina, the place for his penis. His penis twitched and began to harden. Yes! Chad smiled smugly and headed for the hall. Cynthia and Jimmy were right! He liked girls! Yet somewhere deep inside him a dissenting note resonated. He still wanted to make Tommy suck him, and not just because he wanted to pay Tommy back. And if Alan offered to suck him, he might not say no, either. Yeah, he liked girls. But he didn't hate doing sex with boys – it made him feel kind of tingly to think about. So what kind of person was he?

Outside again, Chad discovered that Beth had suffered another brainstorm while he and Gabriel had been off on their mission. Tommy was standing in the middle of the yard surrounded by girls, his blistered butt and sagging genitals on display and his fingers curled with the effort to avoid soothing his posterior now that his comfort time was up. Beth was putting the sprinkler wand on the garden hose, while two of the girls, whose names Chad didn't know, were standing by holding new bars of soap and grinning. She looked up as Chad emerged from the house. "We've decided brother dear needs a bit of a wash to get the snot and crud off him – you boys shed all sorts of disgusting things during discipline! The girls are going to take turns soaping him up, two at a time. He ought to be clean after being washed 5 times, don't you think?" she added, smiling smugly.

Chad looked at Tommy, noted he was still crying softly. "Don't you think it's getting kind of cold out for that?" he asked. The late September air had been balmy earlier, but now it was cooling off fast.

Beth shrugged. "So it can be a contest – we'll see if the girls can warm him more than the air and water cool him. If his nasties go into hiding, we'll know the cold won."

Chad turned away. He almost felt sorry for his brother, until he remembered the painful brown scab on Gabriel's posterior, and Tommy's gleeful torture of himself a few weeks back. He turned his back and walked over to where Gabriel was standing by the table, finishing the last of the potato chips. "I have to stand up for a bit, yet," he confided as Chad got within earshot. "It hurts too much to sit down. Will it get better soon?"

"It's still gonna hurt pretty bad tomorrow, I'd guess," Chad said. "When I got punished there, mine hurt for 4 or 5 days, but it got a little better each day."

"I'm gonna get him good," Gabriel said grimly, flexing his butt experimentally. "Do you suppose it would hurt if I just sat on one side of it?" He settled with half of his butt on the chair, shifting to try to find a comfortable position. "Still hurts," he said. "I'm gonna get him good," he repeated to Chad. "But not until later. I'm sleeping with you again tonight. I'll act like I'm not going to do anything when he goes to bed, and then and when he's asleep and not expecting it, boom! I give it to him up the chute! But you gotta help me by holding him down when I do it."

Chad considered the situation. He understood Gabriel's need for retaliation – it was the playground way of dealing with disputes. You hurt me, I get to hurt you back harder, then I either hit you back harder or we call it even and we forget about it. He figured even Tommy would understand Gabriel's need for revenge. But would Tommy consider it even afterward, or would he go feel compelled to strike back harder? "You know," he said to Chad. "You might just make Tommy want to do something else to you if you get him back. I can't protect you all the time, and he's as big as me." Tommy was bigger than Chad, actually, and stronger, a fact Chad found humiliating to consider, let along admit aloud.

"I don't care," Gabriel said. "If he tries to get me back, I'll just get him tell Beth or your Mom, or I'll get him again myself. And I'll keep doing it until he gives up. That's what you have to do in the foster homes, too, or the kids run all over you."

Chad sighed. He'd figured Gabriel would say that. "Okay," he said. "But you've got to let me grease you up a little with lotion first. I don't want you ripping him open like he did to you. And you don't want blood on you, do you?."

"Aww, I won't hurt him that much," Gabriel said. "My peter isn't big enough to tear him up. And it's gotta hurt him. Will it hurt enough if you put greasy stuff on me?"

Chad thought back to how he'd felt with Joseph Rainey's little inch and a half cock in his butt, pounding away with abandon. "Believe me," he said. "It'll hurt enough. Especially if it takes you awhile."

Gabriel considered this. "I know," he said. "We'll make him suck us off just like normal before bedtime. Then when he's thinks we're going to sleep, I'll get him. It always takes me longer to cum if I wait a few minutes after the last time," Gabriel said. "You just have to convince him to hold still and take it." Chad opened his mouth to answer, but then heard the phone ringing in the house. He sprinted to answer it, surprised to hear Alan Delvecchio's voice on the line.

"Hey, Chad!" he said happily when Chad answered. "Just the amigo I wanted to talk to. My mom says she'll take a bunch of us to the movies if you wanna go! She'll drive us there and pick us up later, so we can even hang out at the mall awhile. I thought of you, and Jimmy, and Cynthia – she's a girl, but she's still part of the gang." Chad hadn't thought of that before, but Alan was right – he and Jimmy and Alan and Cynthia had become their own little crowd lately – a comfortable foursome brought together by their mutual hatred of Emily Git and, in the case of the boys by the comradery of having all been in the position of being bare naked in front of class, showing their boy parts to everyone, and having to cry through a savage spanking, paddling, or whipping. For that matter, it was that comradery that had made big Joey Turpin their newest protector and sometime ally at school. Sure, Alan had made sexual advances on Chad and that was weird and unsettling, but he was a heck of a lot of fun, too, and he knew what Chad had been through more than any of them, even Jimmy. And there had been Cynthia's brush across his crotch and promising smile when they'd parted on Friday afternoon. Chad found the prospect of an evening with his friends suddenly very attractive.

Alan was continuing to talk. "You can bring your brother too, you know. My mom has a van, so she can actually carry 6 people. If that friend of his is there, you can ask him to come, too. You know, the one you told me about." There was an expectant pause on the other side of the line, Alan suddenly sounding a bit edgy.

"Jesse, you mean?" Chad said. "He's not here now. And Tommy's being punished, so he can't go, I'm sure." He didn't add the details of how severely Tommy was being punished or why, and Alan didn't ask.

Alan didn't reply immediately. Instead, the pause on the other end of the line went on, and then Alan, sounding significantly less enthusiastic, said, "Oh. Well." Then he paused again. "But you can still come, right?"

Realization hit Chad. Alan had probably been hoping to meet Jesse, perhaps see if they were even remotely compatible. During the week after his suspension for school, Chad had related his entire home punishment story to Jimmy and Alan, including the part about the phantom cock-sucker who he'd thought was Karen but who'd turned out to be Jesse instead, swearing them both to secrecy, and leaving out his own doubts about his reactions to being sucked by a boy. Jimmy had laughed himself silly, pronouncing the whole story utterly hilarious. Later in the day, though, Alan had begun probing Chad about Jesse, asking whether he visited often to hang out with Chad's brother and wondering what he looked like. It wasn't until now that Chad had linked the two things together. On impulse he'd told Jesse he should get to know Alan when Jesse had confessed his homosexual impulses back then. Now it occurred to him that maybe Alan would like to get to know Jesse as well.

It must be tough for kids like Alan, he thought to himself. He found it almost impossible to share with Cynthia his powerful new emotions about her – how much harder must it be to confess your feelings to a fellow boy, and probably face rejection and ridicule and maybe even attack. He remembered Jesse's disappointment when he'd found that Chad's enthusiastic response to his oral overtures were due to the fact that he thought Jesse was a girl. At the time he'd actually felt a bit guilty about his reaction, and about the fact that he'd rejected Jesse more strongly than he actually felt internally. Then, on the heels of that disappointment, Jesse got more callously and viciously rejected by Tommy, threatening a friendship that went back to kindergarten. Only Jesse's hasty exit had prevented him being the victim of Tommy's retaliation last night instead of Gabriel.

Chad realized he felt a strong urge to do something to make both Jesse and his new friend Alan's life easier if he could. Maybe going with them would help get Jesse's mind off of the events of the last two days.

"You know, Jesse might still want to go," Chad interjected suddenly. "Even if Tommy can't. Why don't I call and ask him, and if he wants to go we'll just pick him up. He doesn't live far away." "Great!" Alan said, his voice brightening again. "Pick you up at 4?" Chad felt himself brightening too. Wouldn't it be great if the two of them hit it off – maybe they could work out who they were without all the uncertainty of approaching boys and being rejected or attacked. And if it was just a phase or something, they could work through that, too. He didn't like Alan considering him a possible sex partner, or Jesse either. But if they both liked it, and it made them both happy, and what was the harm in that? It didn't involve him. And tonight he could concentrate on getting closer to Cynthia.

He thought of something else. "Can I bring my cousin, too? He's a couple years younger than us, but he's a good kid. And I think he needs to get out of the house for awhile."

"Sure, why not?" Alan said expansively. He sounded positively cheerful again. Chad hoped he wasn't setting Alan up for disappointment, or Jesse either. This whole matchmaking thing was nerve-wracking. "See you in a bit!" Alan said, ringing off.

Chad hung up the phone and drifted out to the yard. A pair of girls was busily soaping Tommy, one probing deeply between his welted buns from one side, the other circling his cock and balls from the other side. From the completely shrunken appearance of his brother's genitals, cold was definitely winning over stimulation. Tommy was shivering, fighting to hold still, and crying from the pressure of their scrubbing, the burning of his blisters by the soap, and the humiliation of successive sets of girls handling his most private parts. Chad sauntered up to Beth, who was watching, smirking, looking satisfied with the world.

"Alan's mom offered to take Gabriel and me to the mall to see a movie. That's okay with you, isn't it? I'll take care of him, and we'll be back by 10," he said.

"Sure, whatever," Beth said. "I'm putting baby balls over there on the peg chair next, with a nice hefty dose of burning lotion on the peg to warm him up again. The fewer of you scrotes there are around, feeling sorry for him, the better. It'll be easier to humiliate Tommy without you guys around, flinching every time we give his dork a yank. So go, and take the little butthole over there with you," she said, jerking a thumb at Gabriel, who was watching the proceedings with mild interest.

Chad nodded and drifted off, rejoicing inside. He was going to get away from Beth all evening! And Cynthia was going to be there! Maybe even sitting beside him at the movies, maybe even holding his hand, or putting her hand on his knee, or maybe even on his crotch like she did that afternoon! His penis sprang to full hardness in his pants, and he went off to tell Gabriel the good news.