Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 32

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 32
by Chadlad

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Chapter 32: What Goes in Must Come Out

Meanwhile, Tommy and Beth had made it almost all the way around the block without meeting an additional person. Old Mr. Iverson had driven very slowly by in his ancient Chevy Citation, it was true, but he could barely see beyond his nose (and shouldn't have been driving at all, no matter how slowly), and probably thought Beth was walking a real dog and not a boy on a leash. In the middle of that block, Beth had insisted, to Tommy's humiliation, that he sniff the fire hydrant and then lift his leg and squeeze out a few drops to mark it, which he finally managed to do with some effort, but other than that it had been an easy trip. As they turned the third corner of the block, though, Tommy's luck ended. At the end of the block, dead ahead, were three children's silhouettes – two short, one taller, and since she was in profile, clearly sporting developing breasts. No, it couldn't be – Tommy's luck would never be that bad! But it was. A few more paces confirmed it. Standing there, talking, were two of the bratty, trashy, mean –tempered Bascomb brats, the boy and girl who were twins. And talking to them, his sometime crush, Serena Cay!

Beth leaned toward Tommy. "Looks like you're about to have an audience, Tommy-dog!" she said cheerfully. She waved her flyswatter, giving Tommy a pat on his exposed rump. "No, don't slow down. Trot right up to them, sniff their feet and their butts like a good dog. Wag your tail. Oh, that's right, you don't have a tail yet – I'll have to do something about that, soon. Well, wag your butt as you sniff them, then! And remember, if you're not acting like a good dog, a couple of swats on your baby nut bag should improve your attitude."

She looked critically between Tommy's legs as they padded along. "Baby being the operative word – amazing what a little cold air does for you guys! I would swear I was looking at Chad's stuff right now!"

Tommy winced mentally at the comparison to his barely pubescent older brother. It was Beth's fault, putting that ice on him before they left. That and the cold. The rest of his body had warmed up as a result of the energetic walk she'd been forcing him to take, but his genitals still felt like they had ice on them. A quick glance under his belly confirmed it – his penis was hardly extended downward at all – it was just a little bump between his legs! And they were approaching Serena now – any moment and she'd turn and see them, see him in all his inadequacy – see his bare butt, and his exposed butt hole, and his tiny, ice-shrunken boys parts!

Tommy had, from time to time while masturbating alone in his bed, fantasized showing Serena genitals. In his dream, she'd eagerly pull down his pants, stare at pulsing, swollen phallus and low-hanging balls with an excited "ooooooo," and then gently touch his cock while saying something like, "Oh, Tommy! It's so big!" In his fantasy, she'd then begin stroking it faster and faster, until he came about a gallon and she stared, in his fantasy, in fascination at his incredible manliness.

He certainly hadn't imagined anything like this for her first sight of his boyhood – him naked and being treated like a dog, his genitals shaved hairless and shriveled in cold and humiliation. He tried to walk slower, but Beth nudged him between the legs with the flyswatter. "Don't even think of stopping, Tommy-dog!" she said. "Walk right up to them and sniff their feet and their butts, all three of them, or I'll have them hold you while I hit your little danglers about a dozen times with this thing!"

Tommy stiffened. She would, of course. She would cheerfully have them hold him down on his back with his legs spread, while she took the swatter and smashed his balls with it over and over again. She'd even smile while she did it. His mind flashed back, for a minute, on the day a few weeks back when his entire class had played kickball using Chad's balls as the target. He remembered his brother's face each time the ball hit home, and the way that his ball sack had swollen to twice its original size afterward. That's how his balls would look, too, if he gave Beth even the least chance at them. No way he was risking that, no matter how embarrassing this would be. He just have to sniff their butts, even Serena's, even those bratty Bascomb kids', and deal with the humiliation later.

One of the Bascomb kids finally noticed Beth and her charge coming up the walk. He glanced at them, looked away, then snapped his head around in surprise. "Hey!" he said, breaking into giggles. "Look!"

The two girls looked where he was pointing. The Bascomb girl fell into a fit of giggles as well. Serena stared, her mouth dropping open in a mime's parody of surprise. "Tommy?" she said. "Tommy Henson?"

With Beth nudging him with the flyswatter, Tommy had no choice but to walk up to the nearest child, the Bascomb boy, and sniff around his feet. He looked pleadingly at Beth, who merely waved her swatter in the general direction of the boy's grimy pants seat. Flushing, Tommy rose a bit and sniffed near the boy's bottom. He repeated the process on the boy's sister.

"What are you, a dog?" the girl laughed as he sniffed near her bottom. She bent over slightly, shoving her butt towards Tommy's nose. "Here, take a good sniff," she said. Snickering.

"Course he's a dog, stupid!" Her brother replied. "Why you think he's sniffing your butt!" He smirked at his sister. "I feel sorry for him! I wouldn't wanna sniff your nasty old poopy butt!" He grinned at Beth. "Bet she hasn't taken a bath in 3 days!"

"Neither have you," the girl retorted. "And your butt is nastier than mine, 'cause you're a boy, and everyone knows boys have nasty butts. Besides, you poop in your pants all the time."

"You're the one who took a dump in your pants last week, not me!" her brother retorted. He smirked at Serena. "She got it all over her butt, and it ran down her pant leg to the carpet! The old woman had to take her outside to the back yard and hose her off! She had to bend over naked while she did it! You could see her pussy and everything! Wide open!" He gave Serena a confidential look. "Not that there's much to see there," he added. "She doesn't even have any hair. But I saw everything!"

Serena looked away from the boy it in distaste. His sister looked at him contemptuously. "Yeah, like you boys are so much to look at," she said. She winked at Serena and Beth. "A little bump with a slit in it and a patch of wrinkled skin underneath –- that's all butt face over there has! I'm surprised he can find it to pee!"

"You should see it when I think about Sylvia Lopez," her brother muttered. She ignored him and bent over Tommy's side to examine his belly and the area back between his legs. "He is all nakey, isn't he? Totally, completely, weenie-dangling naked" she shrieked with laughter. "Like you were 2 weeks ago when the old woman switched your butt!" She grinned at Serena and Beth. "He had to stay nakey the rest of the day, 'cause she said he needed to get air on him to heal. And she made him clean the house by himself, and I didn't have too! I got to pull his dangler and smack him in the nuts every time he passed by!". The girl leaned over Tommy's side again, studying the area between his legs. "You don't have much there, do you?" she said. "I'd swear your doodlebug is smaller than my brother's, and that's pretty small!"

"It's not small when I make you suck it!" The boy said, smirking and his sister. He dashed around Tommy, looking blatantly Tommy's butt and at his scrotum, tightly pursed between his legs like a snug little pouch. "You can see his dumper, too," he said loudly. He leaned over and poked Tommy's anus hard with his index finger, almost shoving the finger in. Tommy yelped and shied away. The kid smelled his finger and smiled. "Smells like shit," he said. He came at his sister with it, trying to hold it under her nose, and they began scuffling.

Serena reached around and cuffed to the two of them on the ears. "You to get out of here and go home," she ordered. "Or I'll tell your mother what you were saying, and she'll blister your little buns!" She reached over and easily circled both children around the chest with her arm, pulling them to her and giving them each a hefty swat on their clothed rear ends. The boy let out a little yelp, and the two of them fled, rubbing their butts as they ran.

Beth reached down with the flyswatter and nudged Tommy's legs apart, so that he was standing on all fours with his legs widely spread, the better to show off his genital region. Serena turned back from chasing the Bascomb kids away and walked around to join Beth

"That'll chase them away for a while" she said. Their mom probably would paddle them if she said anything – she seemed to enjoy beating their little butts at the slightest provocation. Serena shuddered. Grimy as they were, no way she'd touch their bare bottoms, not even with a paddle!. She found herself wondering just what the boy he did have in his pants, and whether it actually was bigger than what Tommy was sporting right now. She looked at him kind of sideways, so not as to be seen looking at him, but at the same time eagerly sized up his equipment from back between his legs as she stood by Beth. Forced to stand as he was by Beth, with his legs spread, she could see everything.

Her first response was one of disappointment. His boy equipment didn't look very much different from that of his brother Chad's. Chad had been the first, and up to today, only male whose genitals she'd seen in person. She'd seen diagrams of naked boys in sex education books, but the reality that was Chad's genitals had been a genuine disappointment by comparison—much smaller than she'd imagined and not nearly so manly looking. On the other hand, his hairless privates had been soft of cute, in their own way, and she'd enjoyed her part in helping to punish Chad several weeks earlier. Tommy, at the time, had suggested that his own boy parts were much bigger than Chad's and that he had crotch hair like the boys in the diagrams in the books. Yet he appeared to be as bald as his brother down there. She could've sworn that she'd heard somewhere that Tommy had hair, but his crotch appeared to be bold as his brother's had been. His boy parts also didn't look much different from Chad's, his scrotum a wrinkled bag pulled tight to his groin, two small balls bulging out each side. They did appear to be bigger than Chad said been, and his scrotum was browner and perhaps more wrinkled, but they didn't appear all that different. Tommy's penis was also a disappointment, a little finger of flesh, dangling downward just beyond his scrotum and barely projecting at all in the cold air.

Serena had tried to imagine Tommy naked many times after having seen Chad in the flesh. It was a favorite fantasy of hers when she was lying on her back in her bed in the dark, her right forefinger gently circling the hard, super- sensitive lump at the top of her vulva. She almost always pictured him the same way, walking toward her smiling, arms outstretched ready to enfold her, hold her tightly. She'd pictured him with a full carpet of hair on his groin, a man- sized sausage hanging down between his legs at least 5 inches, swaying as he walked to her over a hefty pouch that made the sausage curve outward. He'd take her into his arms and press against her, and suddenly in her fantasy she'd be naked, too, and he'd press his hard body against her supple one, his manliness rubbing urgently against her own eagerness. In a flash, he'd be hard, hard the way Chad had been hard, but bigger, oh, so much bigger! She'd circle him with both hands, one at the base, one at the tip, and feel that hardness, his eagerness for her, and then, usually, she'd climax, and thus she hadn't really explored what happened in her fantasy after that point.

The reality she was seeing now was like a cold, wet blanket over her fantasies. The hairless groin, the small, wrinkled sack, the tiny, pathetic finger of tissue. When she'd pictured Tommy naked she'd never imagined anything like the pathetic, soft little knob barely projecting between his legs. It just wasn't – wasn't manly, that was it! It was little-boy cute, that's what it was, and Serena had no interest in little boys' genitals. The position Tommy was in didn't help his case, either. With his legs widely spread, his crack was fully separated, his slightly swollen butt hole (the result of having been forcibly butt-fucked just the night before by his little cousin Gabriel, with Chad's assistance) clearly visible and protruding slightly, and marring the smoothness of the skin lining his crack and extending down between his legs. To Serena, he looked absolutely disgusting with his butt hole sticking out like that, kind of like those dogs whose tails curled over their backs, so that you have to stare at their unsightly orifices all the time. She'd never understood why anyone would want to own a dog like that, where you had to look at their ass holes continuously. Yet, despite her disappointment and even mild revulsion at seeing the object of her affections naked, she couldn't take her eyes off the boy's anal and genital region. The picture was seared in her brain, like a picture she'd once seen of someone clubbing a baby seal.

Beth nudged Tommy with her flyswatter. "Turn around and look up at Serena," she said. "Stop looking at the ground." Tommy reluctantly crawled in a circle and raised his head, having trouble meeting Serena's eyes. He remembered the excited glitter of her eyes when he'd shared his naked brother's punishment with her, the superior look she'd sported every time she'd examined Chad's meager genitalia, the smirk that said, "I'm clothed, and you, you poor pathetic thing, are naked, and I can look at any part of you I want to!" But he knew Beth wouldn't cut him any slack, and he didn't want to feel the flyswatter on his naked sack. He tilted his head up reluctantly, until his eyes met hers. He was both gratified and mortified to realize she he was gratified to see that she was not smirking or laughing at him. Rather, he saw an odd mixture of disappointment and disgust, like she'd been expecting something more, something better. Like some cherished fantasy inside her had died. He gave her longing look, trying to signal that none of this was his fault, that he hoped everything would still be the same between them after this. But her eyes shifted to his butt, she suppressed a shudder, and then she looked away, and started back to her house. "I gotta go," she said. "Breakfast is probably ready."

"I don't think your little girlfriend was much impressed by your little dangler," Beth said. "She was probably thinking that you were hung like a real boy!" She nudged Tommy forward on the leash. She grinned to herself as he began plodding disconsolately down the sidewalk to the corner. It had been clever of her to ice him down first, thus forcing him to show himself off at his worst. And making him pose with his legs apart so that his butt hole showed
prominently, that had been pure genius on his part. A smooth, rounded butt, even a muscular boy-butt like Tommy's, could be attractive and intriguing to any girl, if he was standing up, his buns chastely together. But bend him over, and his ugly little third eye immediately spoiled the view. "Probably just as well for her to see you as you really are," she added. "I doubt if there was any future to her thoughts about you, anyway, now that everyone knows you're a rump-ranger at heart!"

The two rounded the corner, and started back up the block toward their house. They hadn't got more than another 10 steps before the Bascomb kids came racing out of their front yard, again, the girl waving something in the air, the boy whooping at them to wait. Beth paused, yanking Tommy's leash to force him to stop, also, and immediately prodding his legs apart again with her swatter to show off his equipment at its worst. As they neared, the girl held up a short carrot, the tip blunt, a luxurious, busy, bright green top still attached. It appeared to be more than an inch wide along most of its length, and the orange part was glistening in the rising sun, obviously coated with something slick. "We got the doggie a tail!" she said, smirking.

"Yeah, and we put hand lotion on it. So you can shove it up his butt!" The boy said.

"How considerate," Beth said, stopping. "And how is it that you found a carrot and hand lotion so fast?"

"We had carrots in the garden!" The boy said.

"And he has lotion stashed in his drawer. So he can jerk off with it when he thinks I'm asleep!" The girl added.

The boy shot her a startled, guilty look, then tried a quick counterattack. "I only use it for my hands," he said. "You use it on your bald little cunt!"

"Yeah, right," she countered. "You use it on your hand, all right. Right before you grab your dork with it!"

"Spare me," Beth said in a sharp voice. "Give me that thing."

Tommy's eyes got huge as he looked from the carrot to Beth. No, he tried to make his face say. No, no, no, Beth! Please! Please, no! But Beth had set down the flyswatter and had the carrot in her hand already, eyeing it with an evil grin. She turned that grin to Tommy.

"Now hold still," she cautioned. "This might be a bit bigger than the little dicks you've had up there lately.".

The Bascomb boy was growing impatient. "Come on, stick it in already! I want to see his face when it goes in!" He stared at Tommy's upturned face eagerly. His sister moved around to Tommy's butt to ogle him there.

Holding Tommy's leash tightly, Beth squatted beside him. Tommy began violently shaking his head from side to side, and scooting his butt around so that it was away from Beth. "Grab his bag," she said to the girl peremptorily. "Give his jewels a squeeze if he moves again.

The grimly little girl's hand flew between Tommy's legs, seizing his scrotal bulge and closing around the base, isolating his marbles from his body and squeezing just enough to give Tommy the threat of discomfort. Tommy froze, afraid she'd squeeze hard at any minute if he moved. Frowning, Beth gripped him around the middle with her leash hand. Tommy dropped to the sidewalk and squeezed his butt shut as tightly as he could, trapping the girl's hand between his closed legs against the ground. The girl began tightening her grip on his balls, causing an immediate increase in discomfort. At the same time, Beth spoke to him in an even, threatening tone. "I'm giving you until the count of five to get back up on all fours so I can put this all the way up your butt," she said. "Or I'm going to have her crush your little jewels until you do! Then, afterward, I'll take the swatter to your entire diaper region!"

Tommy went white with terror. She do it, she really would! Also, the girl's grip on his sack was tightening to the point of pain. Reluctantly, his whole body shaking, he forced himself to get back up on all fours. "Lower your head to the ground," Beth ordered. "I need you to open up as much as possible. It's a pretty wide carrot!" Whimpering, Tommy did is he was told, lowering his head to his arms, a few tears trickling out of the corners of his eyes. His butt felt so open and exposed, thrust backward and spread like that. The little boy's face was now cocked low to the ground, so he could see Tommy's own face from inches away. Tommy lurched as hefelt the cold carrot pushing against his anal orifice, pushing harder and harder. Just as Gabriel's little cock had pushed harder and harder into him the night before. He remembered what Chad had said about relaxing like he was trying to poop, and willed his anal orifice to relax, hoping to stop the building pain. Suddenly, his anus parted with a sudden agony that left his gasping, and the carrot slid it greasily, immediately filling his rectum and giving him the powerful urge to poop. Tommy tensed every muscle in his lower body, waiting for the pain to recede, trying not to cry. He could feel his anal muscle close over the top end of the carrot, the sharp pain cutting off, but his anus wrapping uncomfortably around the green stalks sticking out of his butt. Incongruously, he felt his penis stiffened between his legs, lengthening rapidly and lurching up towards his belly. Sure, now it gets big, now that nobody sees it, he thought to himself.

Behind him, the little Bascomb girl let out a startled "ooooooo." At the same time, her brother began laughing hysterically. "You should have seen his face when it went in!" he shrieked. "You'd have though she'd stuffed a car up his butt! Or maybe even a bus!"
Behind Tommy, the little girl was laughing, too. "It looks just like a tail!" she shrieked. "A green, fluffy tail!"

"Better yet, it hides his disgusting butt hole," Beth said letting go of Tommy and standing up to admire her handiwork. "Thanks, kids, that was a good idea." Tommy, still shuddering from the receding waves of pain from his anal area, could feel the ends of the carrot fronds tickling his butt and the backs of his legs. He wondered, suddenly, if this was how Gabriel had felt when he'd rammed his own penis into the boy Friday night. He suddenly had a lot more sympathy for the boy's complaints, and felt a corresponding pang of extreme guilt.

Meanwhile, the boy was laughing hysterically, finally collapsing to the grass next to the sidewalk and rolling on the ground along with his sister. Beth picked up the flyswatter and nudged Tommy with it. "Home, Tommy-dog!" she ordered. "And wag your tail like a happy dog as you go, or we'll go around the block again!"

Not wanting that worse than anything in the world, Tommy took a step, then another. The carrot up his butt felt distinctly uncomfortable, like an extremely hard poop that was lodged half out of his butt and wouldn't come out. Beth nudged him with the swatter on his flank, and he jumped with a start. "I said, wag your tail!" she ordered. Tommy began wiggling his hind quarters as he padded along, making his green carrot top tail shake. The Bascomb kids watched them go. As they receded behind him, Tommy heard the boy, still laughing hysterically, shout, "I've heard of people pooping out corn, but never a whole carrot!"

Tommy was almost grateful as they padded up the front steps and into the hall, his penis now bumping rock hard against his belly, the fronds of the carrot, tickling his butt as he half waddled into the house. It was hard to crawl normally with a carrot up your butt! Each step reminded him of his painfully full rectum. They proceeded into the kitchen, where the other three kids were finishing setting up breakfast. Beth's eyes immediately lit on Tommy's plate sitting up the table. "Dogs don't eat at the table," she said icily. She took the eggs, bacon, and toast that they had already piled on Tommy's plate and dumped them into a plastic bowl from the cupboard, letting them mix together in the process. She poured Tommy's orange juice over the mess she had made, setting the whole thing on the floor.

Meanwhile, the other three children were staring in shock at the carrot frond sticking out of Tommy's butt. "What's that?" Dakota said, staring.

"It's his tail, of course," Beth said. "I think it's very becoming. And he needed something to cover that disgusting business of his! I didn't want to stare at his butt hole all day – did you?"

"But what is it?" Dakota asked.

"Just a carrot," Beth said. "Too bad we don't have a turnip to stick up there instead! Now that would get his attention."

Chad looked to Gabriel. "You'd better be careful, Beth," he said. "You could hurt him sticking things up his butt! Mom said you shouldn't put anything up there any bigger than his finger. Look what happened to Gabriel when Tommy—when Tommy--"

"When you dear brother corn-holed him? Is that what you're trying to say, Chaddie-boy? Like you're so innocent!" Beth said. "I bet you and the other little rug rat took turns fucking him up the butt last night with your baby cocks," she said. "Don't think I didn't see how irritated he was this morning."

Chad opened his mouth to deny it his participation in that activity, then closed it. It wouldn't do any good, Beth would just say he was lying. Besides, he did hold Tommy, while Gabriel did it to him, so it was almost like he'd done it to Tommy himself. Dakota spoke up, however. "Neither of them has a boy thing bigger than Tommy's thumb. Isn't this carrot a lot bigger?" She waved her hand at Chad's and Gabriel's crotches as she said that, getting a blush of embarrassment from both.

"So now you're defending him, too," Beth said. "Shut up, all of you! Sit down, and eat your breakfasts. Tommy, you'd better eat all of yours, or I we'll shove that up your butt, too! And no hands! Dogs eat with their mouths only! And lick the bowl clean when you're done."

Tommy gestured urgently at his painfully stretched anus. "Can he have the carrot out when he's done, then?" Chad interpreted.

"I said shut up about that!" Beth snapped. "Unless you want one up your butt, too!" Dakota and Gabriel gave her startled looks, and Chad cringed. "Don't you think he deserves it?" she demanded of her cousins. "Look what he did to you!" she said to Gabriel. "If you will recall, you're why he's getting punished to start with."

Gabriel looked down, but Dakota met Beth's eyes. "What?" Beth said, glaring back at her. "Don't tell me you feel pity for him? You telling me you like looking at his butt hole?" she added nastily. "Don't you think it makes him look better?"

"I think it looks like it hurts, a lot!" Dakota said. "And Gabe and I have been talking – we think maybe Tommy has been hurt enough all ready. Gabe thinks they're more or less even now."

Beth looked around the room at the disapproval from all sides. She'd best not push all of them too far – they might find out how narrowly her authority extended. And she had gone a bit overboard in the last two days. "Okay," she said. "After we've all eaten and cleaned up, I'll let him get rid of the carrot, and he can stop being a dog. But he does it on my terms."

Tommy spent the next 15 minutes forcing himself to choke down cold eggs and bacon and soggy toast drenched in orange juice. He had the lower his face to the bowl to do it, so that his butt was jackknifed into the air the whole time, the carrot top waving as he struggled, his rectum painfully stretched and full. There was no talk around the breakfast table – Chad kept giving Tommy sympathetic glances, and even Gabriel appeared chastened by how far Beth was willing to go to punish Tommy in his name. Tommy found it difficult to get all the food out of the bowl without getting it all over his face as well, but finally managed to lick it clean. He looked up hopefully at Beth.

"Wag your tail," Beth said. Tommy dutifully wagged his hindquarters, making his carrot frond tail swish from side to side. "Good boy. Now sit until we're done cleaning up."

Sit? Tommy tried settling back on his haunches, like a dog. This put additional pressure on his carrot-stuffed rectum and was singularly uncomfortable. To add to his
humiliation, the sitting position made the erect state of his penis obvious to all. He tried settling down against the floor on all fours, but Beth was having none of that. "Sit, boy!" she commended. "Bottom against the floor, up on you your front legs! Don't make me get my swatter!"

Tommy struggled back up on all fours, then settled his bottom gingerly to the floor. The pressure of the carrot in his rectum was increased by this position, so similar to the pooping position. More than anything in the world, his body wanted to push out the hard lump distending his anus. Yet his penis, paradoxically, was rock hard and extending up his belly, visible to everyone with him in the sitting position.

"Looks like he likes the carrot after all," Beth commented, pointing to Tommy's erect 3-incher snugging against his belly. "In fact, it looks like Tommy likes having things stuffed up his butt."

Surprisingly, it was Gabriel who came to Tommy's defense this time. "All us boys get hard when we have to go," he said matter-of-factly. "Piss or sh—I mean pee or poop. It don't mean he wants to be butt-fu—it don't mean he wants to take it up the chute," he finished. "It just means he has to go."

"Look who's talking – the chief rump-ranger himself!" Beth said mockingly.

"Don't make fun of my brother!" Dakota snapped. "If he felt like paying Tommy back, that's their business, not yours! That doesn't make him a rump-wrangler."

"Rump ranger," Beth corrected. Dakota glared at her. "Okay, okay," Beth said, backing off. God, was everyone on Tommy's side now? The four of them cleaned up the breakfast things in stony silence, the tension in the room palpable. Finally, with the table cleared and the dishes in the dish washer, Beth turned to Tommy.

"Okay, Tommy-dog," she said. "You do one more little thing, and you can stop being Tommy-dog for awhile."

"What little thing?" Chad asked, speaking for the muted Tommy, who looked anxiously up from where he was seated uncomfortably on his haunches. His expression, Chad realized suddenly, looked exactly like how you'd expect a boy with a large carrot painfully shoved up his butt to look. He wondered if that's how he'd looked when Mrs. Rose had shoved the biggest dildo up his butt. No wonder kids were laughing.

Beth picked up Tommy's leash. "Come," she said to Tommy. "Out to the front yard."

Tommy got back on all fours and waddled uncomfortably down the hall. His rectum wasn't just full of carrot, it was thoroughly sick of the thing, and telegraphing its impatience.. He followed Beth out the front door, scanning nervously up and down the street, seeing no one in front of the house at the moment to view his humiliation. The four upright humans and the boy-dog walked over by the tree in front.

"Okay, Tommy, I gather you're tired of this Tommy-dog thing," Beth said. "So I've got good news. Once you lose your tail, you can stop being a dog." Tommy looked at Beth hopefully, then reached back with both hands, searching for the carrot frond sticking out of his butt. Beth grabbed his hands and stopped him.

"Not that way," Beth said. "Two provisos. First, you have to lose your tail without using your hands." She firmly pushed his hands back to the front of him. "And you can't ask anyone else for help, either."

"Then how is he going to get it out?" Chad asked, puzzled. His expression changed as realization struck him. "Oh." He said.

"That's right," Beth said. "If you wanna stop being a dog, Tommy-dog, you're going to have to shit it out. You've heard people say that they shit a brick? Well, you have to shit a carrot!"

"Here in the front yard?" Chad asked, knowing the answer already by his sister's smirk. God, he'd gotten tired of that smirk when she'd been punishing him a few weeks back..

"Over here," Beth said in a commanding voice. "Over here by the tree. With your butt facing the street, so any kids who walk by can see what you're doing. And you have to stay on all fours, like a dog would. You can squat back like dogs do, but you can't settle back on your back legs like a human."

"I think I'd rather stay a dog than do that," Gabriel said.

"Not your decision. He can suit himself," Beth said. "This is a limited time offer. Plus, if he decides he's not going to do it, but he has to take a shit later, I'll make him do that in the front yard, too." She looked down at Tommy, who was looking at her with great distress on his face. "So make your decision, Tommy-dog. You can shit a carrot now, or you can stay a dog and wait until you have to shit more than a carrot! Either way, you're doing it here, where everyone can see!"

The last comment decided it for Tommy. He knew he'd have to take a crap sometime soon – either way, it was happening in the front yard. Later, there might be more kids out! He wanted to wear pants so bad he could taste it. Although it was a bit worried what she meant by his next punishment. Turning, he pointed his butt toward the street.

Dakota, Gabriel, and Chad watched, Chad feeling like spectators at a public stoning, not able to look away, but not really sure they wanted to see it either. But then something struck him. He'd had to do something just about like this himself several weeks ago. And Tommy had gleefully watched him poop in the back yard on all fours over the drain, just like this, and hadn't dreamed of protecting him. Indeed, his brother had stared at his butt hole in fascination as he'd been totally humiliated in front of the Morton twins, Jesse, Beth, and the twins' older sister Karen. Maybe Tommy needed some payback here, too. For a moment, he felt the humiliation he had felt that night, as Tommy had gleefully reveled in the fact that Chad was getting punished, and he got the one of the punishers. He remembered Tommy, smirking as he'd been forced to squat over the outside drain and expel the enema that Tommy had also gleefully watched be forced into him. Maybe Tommy did need this experience. Maybe Tommy's attitude would be different if he understood what it was like to be the one being utterly humiliated in public. His sympathy for Tommy lessened considerably, and he resolved to say nothing, and to watch the whole process, making sure Tommy knew he was watching. Besides, it would make them even.

Beth prodded Tommy's knees apart widely, and then pushed him backwards by his waist so that his butt was lewdly bent and spread, all his secrets on display to the degree they could be seen under the thick green carrot frond. Despite the cool outside air, Tommy began sweating. He stared at the ground, looking totally defeated, the carrot frond arching comically over his butt crack. His face was glowing red with humiliation at the prospect of what he was going to have to do. "Go ahead, Tommy-dog," Beth said. "Time to take a big orange dump!" Dakota stood by with a bored expression, as if she watched boys poop in the front yard every day. Gabriel actually looked eager to witness Tommy's ultimate humiliation, as eager as Beth herself. Across the street, the Bascomb twins appeared from around the side of their house, heading toward the street. No one saw them yet except Chad.

Tommy just squatted there, as if unsure what to do next. "Come on, Tommy," Beth said. "The longer you wait, the more chance someone else will come by and see you taking a shit like a dog." Tommy, his head drooping, and his face flaming, tightened his pelvic muscles, hunching his back, shifting more rearward on his knees to open his buttocks more. Nothing happened, except the carrot top wiggled a bit. Surprised that he felt no movement behind him, Tommy strained his abdominal muscles harder, becoming rigid as he tried to expel the carrot. It didn't move. He lifted his head and arched his back, tensing all his muscles now, pushing harder yet. The only result was that he grunted, embarrassingly, sounding remarkably like a little boy trying to poop for his mommy on the potty. Tommy pushed harder, his abdominal muscles straining, his butt crack tensing, and his face growing redder with effort, again grunting like a little boy on the toilet, but although the carrot quivered, nothing happened. He sagged, panting. After a short pause, he arched his back and threw back his head, straining again, the muscles in his back becoming clearly defined as he pushed with all his might. He moaned aloud, a kind of strangled, grunting moan, and suddenly, without warning the carrot moved, part of the orange top slipping out of Tommy's rectum, but then retreating fully again as he let up again and panted, trying to catch his breath. Chad noticed the Bascomb kids were now walking slowly down the sidewalk in their direction, having seen the circle of kids and apparently wondering what was up. "Hurry up, Tommy, before anyone comes," he urged.

Tommy, still panting, straightened his back and thrust his buttocks out, straining mightily, moaning again as the carrot moved and about a half inch of it forced its way out of his butt hole, stretching his anus widely around it. The pain in his anus was sharp and almost unbearable. He'd had that feeling before, always when he'd been constipated and finally was able to go, only to discover in the midst of the operation that what he was trying to expel was too wide and too hard to pass through his anal ring without sharp, shudder inducing pain. He knew, from past experience what he had to do – he had to get it out, first, and then the pain would subside. He moaned more loudly as he grunted harder, the carrot moving again so that half of it was sticking out, his anal ring stretched around it like a protruding set of lips. He paused again, panting, moaning, as the carrot remained half out of his butt, obviously, stretching his anal ring painfully. The Bascomb kids rounded the gate corner and ran into the yard.

"Hey, he's pooping!" the boy yelled. "Right here in the yard! Just like a dog! Cool!"

"Gross!" his sister said, staring at Tommy's distended butt hole. "It's a big orange turd!"

"It ain't any grosser than your butt hole!" the boy shot back. "Yours is a lot more disgusting, because you're a girl!"

The girl thought about this a moment, as Tommy hunched, panting, desperately wanting the carrot out but first needing to work up the courage to make that happen. "Uh, uh! Mine's pretty, like a little rose," she finally responded. "It's you boys who have ugly ones, because you always have poop on you because you don't wipe good."

"Hers looks like a dog's butt hole," the boy said, grinning at Chad and Gabriel.

"You look at your sister's butt hole?" Gabriel asked. "You mean, when she gets spanked or something?"

"'Course I do," the boy said, boasting. "She shit her pants last week and had to be hosed off in the back yard! I saw everything! Even her front! And sometimes, when she's asleep, she kicks the covers off and curls up into a ball, and her butt his hanging out the bottom of her nightie all spread and open, and you can see everything then, too!" He grinned at Chad and Gabriel. "I even poked it with my finger!"

"You did not, you big liar!" His sister said. "I always sleep with the covers on."

"You do not, you kick them off," her brother replied. "And you don't wear no underwear, so everyone sees your butt hole and your pussy when you do!" He winked at Chad. "Looks like a big pink slit – it's nasty!"

"Keep it down you two!" Beth ordered. "Or you'll have to leave!"

The two grimy brats immediately zipped their lips, turning their attention back to Tommy's spread butt. Tommy was straining again, obviously in pain, the carrot gradually moving outward as he did. Finally, as he strained even harder with an agonized groan, the carrot sprang free and landed between his legs. His butt hole hung open for a moment, the dark pink insides clearly visible, and then raggedly twitched a few times, and slowly closed, finally tightening into a tiny vertical slit, but clearly irritated and swollen. Tommy collapsed, panting. Beth leaned over and unclasped the dog collar. "Okay, Tommy," she said. "Pick up the carrot and take into the recycling bin, then you may go in the house and put on underpants, shorts and a T-shirt. Be back here in the front in exactly 3 minutes, or you go back to being a dog."

As her last words registered, Tommy's head snapped up and he leaped to his feet. Taking the carrot up gingerly between his thumb and forefinger by one of the distant frond's, he held an arm's length from his body and raced around the house, his still hard penis pointing the way and flopping from side to side as he ran. He disappeared from sight. The Bascomb kids went into hysterics over the sight, although the boy felt pangs of envy now that he was seeing Tommy in all his 3-inch glory. His sister, though, was staring at Tommy's muscular butt flexing as he ran as if she were in love. Faintly, Chad faintly heard the telephone ringing. "I'll get it," he said. "Maybe it's Mom."

Panting and catching his breath as he snatched up the phone, Chad heard a voice that he couldn't quite place at the moment, but it sounded familiar. "Hello, is this Chet's house?"

"Who?" Chad asked.

"You know, Chet! Cute kid, kind of a shrimp! The one who's in my brother Joey's class!"

Recognition struck. "Zoey!" he said, genuinely pleased. "Zoey Turpin!" He remembered the last time he'd talked to Zoey, when she stood at their door and run her hand over his crotch, suggesting that she should get to know him better. He'd masturbated to that thought at least a dozen times since that day.

"The very same!" She said. "Is this Shad?"

"Chad." Chad said.

"Yeah, what ever," Zoey replied. "So how about it? Will you do it?"

"Do what?" Chad asked.

"You know," Zoey said. "The baby sitting job. A special baby sitting job, if you know what I mean. Today. Now. Kind of like what you did before. Only you get paid more this time, because you're proven draw, so to speak."

"A proven draw?" Chad asked, not following any of this.

"Hey, you've got your own fan club!" Zoey said. "You should see the fan mail! Well, I guess you will when you come over! So how about it?"

"Are you saying you want me to come over and make another mov… and babysit for someone?" Chad asked.

"Kind of," Zoey said. "Among other things. I need you for about four hours. Be sure to take a shower before you come. I need you at your finest. Dress cute. Save yourself, if you know what I mean."

"I don't know," Chad said. "My sister might not go for it, and my mom's not here."

"I can talk to the sister," Zoey said. "Besides, there's $100 in it for you! And perhaps something a little extra! Actually, definitely something a little extra."

Chad's eyes almost bugged out of his head, and his growing penis gave a lurch in his pants and immediately erected. A little extra? Sort of like the things she'd promised him before? Behind him, Beth poked her head in the door. "Is it Mom?" she said. Chad thought she actually looked a bit worried.

"It's Joey's sister wanting me to come baby sit for a few hours," Chad said. "She said she'd pay me, and I can walk over there."

"Why anyone would want you to baby sit is beyond me," Beth said rolling her eyes. "Fine by me – there are too many of you dick people around here, anyway. I'm sending Tommy off with a friend, and the more of your dicks I get out of here, the better. But why would she want you to baby sit? Doesn't she know you're still a baby yourself? Probably not – she hasn't seen what you've got in your pants." She waved hat him dismissively and went out the door again.

Chad turned back to the telephone. "Guess it's okay," he said, excitement rising inside him and his penis throbbing in his pants, seeking release. "I'll be over and half an hour," he said. "I have to shower first, and it takes 15 minutes to walk there. Will that be soon enough?"

"Just peachy!" Zoey said. "Just remember to wear something cute, Shep! I'll be watching for you. By the way, do happen to know another boy who's cute like you that you could get on short notice? You know, unspoiled looking? Smallish, if you know what I mean? It would help if he had dark hair, to match the girls. Because if you do, bring him. I can't pay him as much as you, unless he gets a following, but there's a fifty in it for him if he's willing to do what has to be done.." There was a pause. A muffled voice intruded on the other end of the line. "Ooops! Gotta go! Get here ASAP, Champ!" The line clicked and went dead.

Girls? Chad thought as he put the phone down. That was intriguing, yet terrifying at the same time. What would she want him to do with girl? He remembered what he'd done with Efram, Zoey's cousin, enacting a punishment scenario that involved Efram getting a real, pants down, bare butt spanking until he was blistered and crying. Would she want him to do the same thing to some girls? Strip them bare naked? See them that way, even from the front? His penis lurched uncomfortably again, and he had to reach into his pants to adjust it. The urge to run to his bedroom and masturbate was so powerful he almost succumbed to it, but Zoey's admonition to save himself for her strengthened his ability to resist. As he turned to the hall, Tommy shot down the stairs wearing soccer shorts and a T-shirt. He was running in a sort of bowlegged fashion, looking
uncomfortable. Sort of like someone who had just shit a carrot, Chad thought, grinning to himself despite Tommy's discomfort. He threw open the front door and skidded to a stop on the porch. Beth looked up and saw him. She looked at her watch.

"Ten seconds to spare!" she said. "Lucky for you. Naomi should be here any second! I promised her I would lend you to her as a model for a few hours. She's an artist. I'm sure you would have hated going over to her studio as Tommy- dog, butt naked and all."

"What?" Tommy said, his voice a croak after being silent all morning. "You want me to go somewhere with an artist?"

"Naomi," Beth said. "I just said that, stupid. You're going to model for her. She's a bit quirky but she needs a boy for some project she's planning. I offered her Chad, but she said she wanted someone whose dork was longer than an inch. You're nothing to write home about, but at least she'll be able to see yours."

Chad flushed, but didn't defend himself, knowing from past experience he couldn't win arguing with Beth under any circumstances. But Gabriel, less cautious, spoke up in his defense. "Chad's peter's bigger than that," he said. "It's twice as big!"

"He's right," Dakota chimed in. "It's at least 2 inches long when it gets all stiff, I'd say."

"Barely," Beth said dismissively. She turned back to Tommy. "You have to obey Naomi in everything she said, just as if she was me," she commanded. "I'm sending my swatter with her, and I'm going to tell her how and where to use it. If you're a good boy, I'll let you go to your room after you come home and refrain from punishing you again until tomorrow morning. If you're bad, though, I can schedule a marathon punishment session this evening, so it's really your choice."

"What about tomorrow?" Chad asked. "When does Tommy stop getting punished?"

Beth regarded him coolly. "When I say he does, of course. Or I tell Mom what he did and he probably goes to juvie and Gabriel and Dakota go away. And she finds out what Tommy is really like. It would probably sour her on all boys, so you'd suffer, too, Chad – think about that before you threatened to rat people out."

"He wasn't threatening to rat you out, Dakota said soothingly. "He just asked how much more Tommy was going to be punished. To tell the truth, I'd like to know, too, and Tommy should also have some idea how much more he has to go through."

Beth glared at tbe three of them. "Okay, if you must know, here's the agenda. Tommy's last punishment is Friday. He gets spanked every morning between now and then, not a butt blistering, just enough to make him have a good cry and warm his butt up a little, just like we did with Chad when he screwed up. He also gets a nightly spanking before bed time. We'll each take turns at his butt for the spankings, Chad, you're up first tomorrow morning."

"I don't want to spank him any more," Chad said.

"I don't care," Beth replied. "When I tell you to spank him, you spank him until he's cried, or you get spanked by me until you agree to do it. That goes for all three of you. Second, I'll have a special task or challenge for Tommy every day while he's at school. If he doesn't finish the challenge or task to my satisfaction, he gets more than just a few little smacks on the butt that night – I'll be giving him the penalty each time I give him the assignment. Third, when he's home, Tommy's lower half has to be naked unless he's wearing something I've approved for him to wear. That applies even if you guys have visitors, so Dakota, if you want to bring a friend or two around to see what's what with a boy, feel free. Finally, he has to do whatever pervertedness you scrotes want to make him do when he's in the bedroom with you at night as long as you don't make him bleed, and if he doesn't, I'll paddle him until he does. Any questions?"

Tommy's dejected look at these revelations was clear to everyone. "Cheer up," Gabriel said. "It's only until Friday. Then you're off the hook!"

"I gotta be spanked twice every day?" Tommy said with fear rising in his voice.

"At least," Beth said. "Unless you earn more."

"And I gotta be naked?" he added, the fear rising higher.

"You can wear a shirt," Beth said. "And shoes. That's not actually naked, you know."

"But anyone coming by can see my – my – my stuff!" Tommy said indignantly.

"Them's the breaks," Beth said.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Gabriel said. He looked pleadingly at Chad and motioned into the house.

Chad looked at him, puzzled. Gabriel pointed at the center of his butt. "Oh," Chad said.

Beth opened her mouth to comment, but then a dark skinned, black haired young woman poked her head around the door. Chad and Gabriel took the opportunity to flee.

"Beth!" the girl exclaimed. "There you are!" She looked at Tommy "Is this the young man?" she asked. "Does he know what he has to do?"

"This is Tommy," Beth said. "And he doesn't need to know what he has to do. He just has to know that if he doesn't do it you'll take this swatter and work over the ol' family jewels with it. Don't be afraid to swat 'em good and hard – it really gets through to him. And remind him that if you have to punish him, I'll punish him worse when he gets home."

Beth looked at Tommy. "So she'd better report back that you were completely obedient! Whatever she says to do, you do it." Looking glum, Tommy followed the woman down the steps and turned right in front of the house, disappearing quickly from sight. Chad and Gabriel raced up the stairs to the bathroom, Chad shutting the door as Gabriel yanked down his pants and underpants and stood there looking at Chad with his little privates hanging out. His penis was soft for a change, just a cute little pointy finger hanging over his purse. Chad retrieved the lotion and sat on the toilet, taking Gabriel in the spanking position as before. He wondered, briefly, if it felt nearly so humiliating to be in that position for medical treatment rather than to get one's bottom smacked. Probably, he thought – you were still showing people your most private place, the place the poop came out, and there was all the shame that come with that.

He leaned over the boy's bottom and gently spread his butt with his right hand, pumping the lotion with his left so that globs of white obscured the little boy's healing orifice.
Gabriel shivered, his butt hole twitching with the movement. "Cold," he said laconically.

Putting the lotion down, Chad kept his cousin's butt apart while rubbing the lotion gently into Gabriel's crack, working inward to the corrugated anal circle and the rude dark scab marring the one side. It did look better today – less swollen and inflamed. Gabriel stiffened briefly when Chad began working the lotion into the scab, muttering, "be careful!" but tolerated Chad's working of his finger into the hole, spreading the lotion inward. Chad let go of his butt and he leaped up, hopping from one foot to the other as he waited impatiently for Chad to vacate the toilet seat. "Gotta pee!" he sang out, Chad noticing that his little penis was hard now, the foreskin mostly retracted, the whole appendage not much smaller than his. He washed his hands quickly as Gabriel sat down and began peeing copiously, racing back to his room to get a pair of clean underwear, a pair of shorts that Cynthia had once said made his butt look cute, and a shirt with the words "chick magnet" printed on them in big letters that he'd secretly loved but been afraid to wear around anyone before.. He dashed down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and putting the clothes on the laboratory. Forgetting he wasn't alone and focusing on getting the shower done, he quickly yanked his shirt over his head, shucked down his pants and underpants, and turned to the shower. Only then, with a shock, did he noticed the small figure of Gabriel huddled over the toilet, looking flushed and panting. Chad's hands shot down automatically to cover his genitals.

Gabriel looked up at him and rolled his eyes. "I don't know why you bother," he said, his voice strained. "It's not like either you or I have anything down there. And I've already seen everything you have. We're kind of like brothers now, you know." Feeling foolish, Chad let his arms fall to his sides. Gabriel smiled wanly, sweat rolling off his brow, still panting.

Chad looked at him, concerned. "You all right?" he asked.

"It hurt a lot," Gabriel said. "But not as bad as yesterday. I don't think it's bleeding this time." He got up from the toilet and stood beside it, grabbing toilet paper and bending over to wipe his butt.

"How come you get off the toilet to do that?" Chad asked, intrigued.

Gabriel looked up and shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "I guess that's what my mom made me do." He tossed the paper in the toilet and grabbed another wad, bending voer again. Chad noticed his little penis was standing upright, pointing cutely at the ceiling as he straightened up again. Chad had a sudden thought.

"Uh, Gabriel?" he asked. He felt self-conscious standing there naked, and almost guilty watching another boy wipe his butt. Stupid, he thought. This is a kid who watched Tommy suck me off multiple times already – I shouldn't be worried about him seeing my stuff. Yet the self-consciousness remained.

"What?" Gabriel asked, flushing. His little penis bobbed in front of him, but he seemed in no hurry to pull up his pants.

"Did you ever…" he trailed off, not sure how to make his proposal. "Uh, want to share the shower with me?" he suddenly asked.

"Sure," Gabriel said, stepping on one pant leg while pulling with the other foot, then repeating the action with the other pant leg. He lifted his shirt over his head and stood by the toilet naked, his clothing piled beside him. Chad turned on the water and adjusted it, suddenly feeling self- conscious again as it struck him that he was flashing his butt hole to Gabriel while bending over to make the adjustments. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Gabriel looking right at it, but smirking or laughing, just looking serious. "I don't think we look ugly like Beth says," he commented. "I mean our butt holes and stuff," he clarified. "Yours isn't ugly – it's all tight and even and clean. Tommy's isn't ugly, either, and neither is mine, I'll bet." He turned to look at himself in the mirror. "And our peters aren't ugly, either! We look just as good as they do! Better, even! Imagine having to pee out of a slit!"

Chad pulled the shower curtain and stepped in, switching the water to the shower. Gabriel stepped in between him and the shower head, so that they both were receiving some of the spray. Chad's cousin began rotating in the water, getting himself wet all over, water streaming off his mop haircut. Chad reached for the bar of soap and began soaping himself from the neck downward. Gabriel kept basking in the water.

"Did you ever consider doing stuff for money?" Chad began again. "You know, do stuff you kind of liked anyway, only you got paid this time?"

"What do you mean, stuff?" Gabriel asked.

Chad considered, wanting to broach the topic but not sure how. "Like, suppose someone wanted you to pick you nose, and offered to pay you if you picked your nose. Would you do it?"

"I'd pick my nose for free!" Gabriel responded. He demonstrated by shoving his index finger up his nose and rotating it dramatically several times. He pulled it out and looked at it. "Yuck," he said, sticking it under the running water.

Chad thought for a moment. "But suppose it was something you weren't sure you wanted to do? What if they wanted you to pick your nose and eat it. Would you do it if they paid you?"

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "That wouldn't be so bad," Gabriel said. "I used to eat boogers sometimes, when I was little. They taste okay."

"Suppose they gave you $5 to pick a big booger out of your nose and eat it, would you do it?" Chad persisted.

"Sure, I guess," Gabriel said. "I could use $5."

"Okay, how about something else. What if a girl wanted you to take your clothes off if she paid you? Would you do it?" Chad asked.

Gabriel looked up at him seriously. "Dakota's seen my peter," he said. "She's seen yours, too. So has Beth."

"Suppose this is a different girl, not a family member. A girl you know at school, maybe. Would you get naked for her if she gave you $5?"

"Do I have to let her see my peter?" Gabriel said.

"Your peter and your balls," Chad said.

Gabriel considered. "Sure," he said. "For $5."

Chad began washing his butt with the soap. "Okay, but suppose she wants you to do something else – pee in front of her, maybe. And she offers you $5 to do it. Would you?"

Gabriel considered. He finally grinned up at Chad. "For $5 she can watch me pee and poop, if that's what she wants!"

"Okay, what if she wanted to take pictures of you peeing. And she promised no one you knew would ever see them, just some people in China, maybe. Would you do it for $5?" Chad asked.

Gabriel considered. "No one I knew could ever see them? Sure, I guess."

Chad began soaping his genitals. Gabriel stopped turning in the shower and stood with his butt to Chad, letting the water play off of his chest. Chad had made sure his butt was extra clean – who knew what Zoey had in mind this time? "Okay," he said. "How about this. She wants you to whack off in front of her – you know, play with your wiener until you squirt. How much would she have to pay you to do that and let her film it?"

"I can't squirt," Gabriel said.

"You know what I mean – until you cum. Like you did when Tommy sucked you. And she's going to film it, but no one who knows you will ever see it. How much would she have to pay you?"

Gabriel considered. Chad continued soaping his genitals. His penis, stimulated by his thoughts, began to rise. He handed the soap to Gabriel and began rinsing, turning his back to the water and reaching back to spread his butt unconsciously to rinse it out. "Hey, watch it with that thing," Gabriel protested. "I'm right here, you know!"

Chad let his butt close again. "Sorry," he said
apologetically. He turned back towards Gabriel. Gabriel was slowly circling his own small genitals with the bar of soap, pushing his erect penis first to one side and then to the other as he did.

"I'd make her pay $10 at least! Gabriel said. "Maybe even $15!"

"You jerk off in front of her and let her film it for $15? Chad said. "Jesus, what would you do for $50?"

Gabriel looked at him soberly. "Almost anything," he said seriously. "Almost anything at all. I mean, anything reasonable. I wouldn't let her cut off my peter, or smash my balls, but she do about anything else."

"Even paddle you? Even spank you until you were blistered?" Chad asked.

Gabriel looked up at Chad, gripping his genitals with his right hand while handing Chad back the soap. "Why not?" he said, circling his peter with his fingers and beginning to rub it slowly in that familiar boy-grip. "I get spanked for nothing all the time. I wouldn't mind getting paid for it."

Chad looked down a Gabriel's hand, beginning to accelerate on his penis. "Then you'd better stop that," he said.

Gabriel dropped his penis, looking at Chad guiltily. "Sorry," he said. "I thought you were cool with it. You do it too. It doesn't make us weird or anything."

"It's not that," Chad said, making his final decision. "I just need you to save it. I have a business proposition for you. One that will make us both money, But you have to promise not to tell a soul."

Gabriel looked up, his eyes shining. "You have someone who'll pay us money to do stuff? I'm in."

"Okay," Chad said. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even Dakota or Tommy, or you'll ruin it and we won't get any more money or, or anything."

"Okay," Gabriel said quickly.

"Swear," Chad said. "Swear on your life. Swear that if you tell, you hope your wiener falls off. And your balls."

"Then we have to peter swear," Gabriel said. He reached over and grasped Chad's semi-hard penis. Chad jumped. "Hold still," Gabriel said. "You have to take mine, too. Then we both swear, like this. 'Peter swear, peter swear, may mine fall off if tell I dare."

Chad hesitated, then grabbed Gabriel's little dick in his hand, squeezing its hardness firmly. He repeated the words with Gabriel, who promptly released Chad's dick. Chad held on a moment, amazed at the softness of the outside skin contrasted with the pulsing hardness under the surface. "Now we can't tell," Gabriel said firmly. "So you can let go of my peter, you perv."

Guiltily, Chad released the boy's penis. "Sorry, I was thinking," he said. He turned off the water.

Gabriel grinned. "Yeah, right," he said. "Thinking about my peter, you mean!"

"I'm not gay like Tommy," Chad protested, grabbing his towel and exiting the shower, his face flushing with
embarrassment.

"Neither am I," Gabriel said. "But that doesn't mean I don't like a little fun! A hand is a hand if you shut your eyes and think about girls! With big boobies!" Swiping a towel over his body cursorily, he raced out the door naked. "Meet you in the bedroom!" he said. "I got to get clean clothes!" He disappeared through the open door, his little behind bobbing as he ran.