Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 37

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 37
by Chadlad

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Chapter 37: Tommy Performs

Tommy's jaw dropped. Had he heard her right? "Wha—Wha—What did you say?" he asked.

"I said, you get to fuck Miss E!" Naomi said, tugging him by the elbow to start him walking in some unknown direction. Tommy dutifully began to walk where she was guiding him, his jaw working convulsively.

Fuck Miss E? Fuck one of her sisters? Blindfolded? Without knowing who he'd done? "Which – which one is Miss E?" he croaked.

"Ah, you see, that's one of the things you don't get to know. That's part of what makes this so great. You're a boy. You don't care who you fuck, as long as you get to fuck someone. The blindfold, the tied hands will really bring that home. The picture I make from this will say, 'I'll fuck anyone! I'm a slave to my cock!' As all you boys are, of course," she said as they walked. "That's why I tied your hands, too – the idea is you don't even need to touch her, as long as your cock gets in her. It's a great statement on the emotional poverty of males."

Tommy stopped. "You're – you're painting me doing it?"

"Of course, stupid!" Naomi said. "What, you thought I was just letting you have a fuck out of the goodness of my heart? It's all for the art, of course! That's the only way Miss E would agree to let you inside her, too – so I could capture the pathos and hypocrisy of boys. And I had to agree that Miss E's head and upper body won't be in the picture, so she'll only be visible from the waist down to get her to do it. Now come on!"

Tommy still hesitated. Naomi pulled him more insistently. When he still didn't move, she stopped and addressed him again. "Look, bozo, you've got a chance at having your very first fuck here – you'll be the only boy in your class who's actually done it! Are you turning that down just because you're squeamish about not touching her or knowing who she is? Believe me, Miss E is doing you a huge favor here, the kind of favor every boy would jump at even if their mothers were watching them do it.!"

Miss E, Tommy thought to himself suddenly. Something about that rang a bell. The mysterious Miss E. Miss E. Missy? Didn't some girls named Melissa call themselves Missy? Hah! He'd cracked the code! It was Melissa who was being offered to him. He let Naomi start him walking again. He wouldn't mind doing Melissa for his first time – there was something about her lithe body, the lack of bodily hair, the thin frame, the mop haircut – well, he couldn't place it, but there was something that made her much more attractive to him than her sister.

Naomi tugged Tommy off in a different direction, then changed directions again after a few steps. Her voice sounded different when she spoke again, as if they were in a smaller room. "Here we are," she said.

Tommy's mind was reeling. He was really going to get to do it – fuck a girl! With his dick in that place inside her that he'd seen for the first time several weeks ago? The place that was made for a boy's dick to go? His heart was racing, and his penis, obligingly for a change, was erecting itself so that it felt like a baseball bat sticking out of his groin. He could feel the pulse in the tip, knowing from that feeling that he was in his full glory even though he could see nothing at all. He had the urge to reach for his penis, touch it, had a yearning for touch, but of course his hands were tightly bound.

"Now here's the deal," Naomi said. "She's on a mattress a little way from the floor. I'm going to guide you to the edge of it." She took him by the arm and moved him several more steps, then stopped. "Now kneel on your knees here," she said to Tommy. Clumsily, Tommy got down onto his knees where she had guided him, feeling the mattress edge against his thighs and leaning against it.

"Now what?" he said, trying to hide the eagerness in his voice. He was going to fuck a girl! Screw Chad and Gabriel and their tales about girls sucking them, he'd be way, way in front on this one!

"Now we put on your condom," Naomi said. "You're going to have to wear a condom to do this – I'm dead certain Miss E. can't conceive, but I do feel that I have to send a message of responsibility in my art, and using a condom shows responsibility. Of course, it would be your partner who would have insisted on it, I think that would be clear from the picture. A young male like you would never have thought of a condom by himself."

He felt her left hand grasp his stiff penis and hold in firmly, assuredly. It jumped in her hand, the head swelling. He felt a cold, rubber glove like sensation against the tip, then her other hand was rolling a snug- fitting tube up his shaft until it made contact with his groin. "You're a bit short for this, but it's stretchy enough to fit tight, I think, " Naomi commented. "Fortunately I have access to a particularly small brand of condom made for, well, somewhat less endowed males. But it's still going to be a bit long. We'll just have to leave the extra rolled against your crotch." She ran her fingers up and down his shaft several times in a masturbating motion, checking that the condom wasn't going to come off. To Tommy, if didn't feel all that tight. Naomi echoed his feelings. "It's a bit looser than I'd like," she said. "But let's face it, you're not all that big in the boy department."

Tommy would normally have been crushed by a remark like this, but his mind was elsewhere – on the remarkable fact that he was about to fuck a girl! True, it would have been better to be able to see her naked body when he did, to see his dick going into her, to hold her body while he mounted her, but this was okay, too. He'd have quite a tale to tell his older brother, and Jesse, and … he remembered he wasn't speaking to Jesse, might never speak to Jesse again, and his excitement cooled. He waited while Naomi messed with his erection, then took her hands away. The hands were back in moments, spreading something greasy on the condom that felt cold even through the latex. "K-Y jelly," Naomi commented, applying it liberally all over his projecting shaft. "Miss E's pretty tight – only done little guys before, guys who could only dry cum and were safe to do bareback. Condoms need lubrication." She continued spreading the material down his shaft, returning to add liberal globs to the head. She let go of his penis again, causing a sudden let down in Tommy, who'd been getting gradually more excited with her touch.

"Now, it's party time! Moment of truth! Time you became a man, yada yada." Naomi said. "Ready, Miss E?" Apparently there was some sort of affirmative signal, because next Naomi said, "Okay, Miss E is ready. Are you ready to do your part, boy? Or are you going to wuss out at the last minute, be all talk and no action?"

Tommy thought it over, but only for a moment. He couldn't turn away from this chance, even if he was being photographed and would be painted in action. He wanted to do this! It didn't even matter if Miss E was Zandra instead of Melissa – he wanted it. It was a chance to redeem some of the face he'd lost with them – a girl you'd been inside couldn't very well act superior to you, could she? And besides, he could use the fact he'd done it to prove he wasn't gay, or at least not fully gay. Heck, maybe he'd love it, and all this attraction for Jesse and other boys would be behind him! "Okay," he said, nodding his blindfolded head. "What do I do?"

He felt Naomi's hands on his butt and the side of his hips. "She's on her back with her legs spread and held up out of the way, so that your target is wide open and easy for you to reach, even with your meager span. I'm going to guide you forward and line you up with Miss E's special place," Naomi said. "Once you feel yourself lined up, you can just push in and after that do what comes naturally. You'll know you're in when you feel her butt against your legs. Then pull out gently until you're almost out, and push back in again, and keep doing that. But go slow to start with – you want her to have a chance to stretch out and get used to you. After you've stretched her out, you can go faster. I'll be here to guide you if you slip out, and to help you learn. Pictures will be taken, but you don't need to worry about that. I'm titling this one 'He'll Do it With Anyone.' It'll make a powerful commentary. The fact that you're enjoying it without any contact with Miss E except your dick also makes a good commentary on males."

He felt her pushing him, guiding him, then his penis hit something. Naomi's hand moved from his hip, circled his penis, moved it to a slightly lower position, a position with give in it. "Now push forward gently," she said. "Gently!" she added when he started pushing with a bit too much fervor. Tommy relaxed a bit, leaning forward, feeling the tightness build up against his penis head, like it had when he'd entered Gabriel. Then he felt things open, and he slipped forward fluidly, sliding easily into a tight, hot place – a place that circled his condomed erection like a glove, squeezed it from all sides, and felt surprisingly good. He eased forward until his hips hit another body, felt soft buttocks against his hips. I'm inside her! He thought with rising excitement. I'm in a girl's special place! I'm actually fucking!

He pushed harder, enjoying the feel of himself buried to the hilt in her, then tried pulling back a bit. Feelings overwhelmed him and he overshot, his dick coming free and bouncing against his chest. "Ooops," he said. "I fell out."

"Of course," Naomi said. "You young boys always do, the first time. It's a combination of being too eager and being too short in the boy department." She squeezed his penis and guided him back into position, and he gratefully pushed forward again, feeling the warmth open up to him, enclose him. There was a soft, feminine grunt from the head of the bed.

"Slow down, puppy," Naomi said. "You don't want to hurt Miss E with your enthusiasm."

Chastened, Tommy eased up, sliding in more slowly until he was all the way in again. He tried to pull out, overshooting again, his penis coming all the way out and slapping his stomach, then waving in the air once again in front of him. Tommy suddenly remembered having this same problem when he'd been trying to have sex with the person he thought was Jesse (but who later turned out to be his cousin Gabriel) up his butt hole. It might be an entirely different orifice in a person of an entirely different sex, but the principle was the same. His dick just wasn't that long, and he needed to take that into account. Naomi's hand gripped him once again, gave him a gentle squeeze that made his penis throb, and lined the tip of it up against the yielding flesh of the mysterious Miss E. His hands kept pulling on the Velcro bonds, straining to touch her, to feel her body. He longed to free his hands, take off the stupid mask, see her as he impaled her! The reach down, put his arms around her, cup her soft, feminine butt. Bring it up to meet his thrusts. He'd show them how much he liked girls then! But Naomi had already made it clear he wasn't allowed to do any of those things, and he had to admit that just being allowed to fuck a girl was a major gift, despite all the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of these three. He might never know which girl that was, but did that really matter?

He plunged in somewhat faster this time, causing another faint grunt from the direction of the girl's head. "Sorry," he said, slowing down as he buried himself to the hilt again. "I'm going to go more slowly this time, and not pull out so far, so I stay in you," he added. He tried the trick that had worked with Gabriel, rocking his hips instead of trusting, making his penis move only about an inch at a time in each direction. He let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure. Even with the condom on, it felt terrific, all warm, and soft, and tight around his penis. Much better than a boy's butt hole, he decided. He began rocking faster, noting as he did so that the girl began producing little gasps in synchrony with his movements. She began making little high-pitched moaning noises. As he picked up the pace even more, he could feel her hot tunnel, her vagina, Tommy corrected himself, tighten around him, squeezing him more tightly. He began moaning himself, as he felt the orgasm building inside him, felt the fullness somewhere above the base of his cock, felt the pressure build that meant he wasn't going to hold on much longer. With a little squeal of delight, he contracted his butt violently, the muscles in him pumping as he felt liquid surging out of him, wetting the end of his cock in the condom. He contracted his butt several more times, groaning, noting, belatedly that the girl was groaning, too, and it felt like her vagina was squeezing tightly, trying to grasp his penis at the same time. He shivered, overcome with feelings, then relaxed and took a deep breath. The girl was still convulsing underneath his cock, so he held as still is he could, finding her movements too stimulating in his post orgasmic state. She was moaning loudly, in a high- pitched voice, as the contractions diminished, and he felt the tightness around his cock relax.

Carefully, slowly, Tommy eased himself back out, feeling his penis immediately begin to droop, and the condom loosen. He stood there panting, still wishing he could have seen the naked girl who had been his first. Wait till he told the guys about this! They never believed that! He had to be the only kid in sixth grade who'd fucked a girl! He managed to slow, his breathing. "That was -- that was great!" He said. "I never thought, I mean, you guys were so mean to me, I never thought -- that was just great!" He finished.

"Well, I'm amazed!" Naomi said. "I don't think I've ever seen a boy who was grateful enough to remember to thank his partner once he'd gotten his rocks off!" He could feel her loosening the bonds, tying his hands, and in moments both were free. He stood there with his hands at his sides, wondering what he should do next. What he wanted to do, was reach down and embrace the girl just given him such pleasure. He didn't, though, his fear of Naomi and what she could do to him next tempering his desire. He felt Naomi tugging the condom off him, which, because his penis had shrunk so much, came off easily. He could feel her wiping him down with tissues. "What you think, girls?" Naomi asked. "You have to admit he was a very well behaved little-boy! He took it slow, like I told him, and when I untied him he didn't try to touch you. Do you think he was a good enough boy that he should be allowed to take off the mask? I bet he'd like to see, who his partner was, and, being a boy, I bet he'd also like to see his partner naked. Would you like that, boy? Would you like a chance to see your partner, before resuming your modeling career?"

Tommy's heart began pounding harder. Were they going to let him see which of the girls he'd just fucked? See her naked? See her tits and everything? Well, probably not see her tits if it was Melissa, as he was pretty sure it was. But see her girl parts! See the special place he'd lost his virginity – the actual place he'd fucked, the first fuck with a girl of his life! He swallowed hard, licking his lips. "Yes, please," he said, trying to be polite and compliant as possible.

"I don't know," Naomi said. "I don't know if you've earned it yet. How badly do you want to see? Are you willing to do something to show your absolute submission to females? Something, perhaps, like a kiss on the butt? And I don't mean just a kiss on the butt cheeks, I mean right in between, on the anus, right where the shit comes out! Because if you want to see Miss E, you're going to have to show your subservience. Do you want to see Miss E so bad, you're willing to do that?"

Tommy considered. He didn't like the idea of kissing anybody's butt hole. In any comparison, Tommy Henson was an extremely fastidious boy, the kind of a boy who didn't like touching butt holes, not even his own, let alone kissing them. So far, he had managed to avoid being forced to do so, even though he'd been afraid it was going to happen all weekend, especially since he had made Chad kiss his several times while Chad was being punished. He had been certain earlier that Gabriel was going to command him to do it, or that Chad would suggest it, but so far it hadn't crossed either boy's mind, apparently. How badly did he want to know who the girl was who had taken his virginity? How badly did he want to see her naked? Hadn't he already seen both girls naked in pictures, as naked as a girl could be?

Yet pictures weren't the same as reality. If Naomi really would let him take off his mask, let him looked down at the girl he'd just had his way with, that would be a memory he could masturbate to for months, maybe even years! Did he want to lose that chance now, just because he was a little squeamish about poop? Chad wouldn't be afraid, he thought to himself. For all of his depiction of his brother as a little wuss, Chad wouldn't be afraid of a little poop. The last time he'd hoped to humiliate Chad in this fashion, Chad had actually licked Tommy's butt hole, had licked all the way up his crack, from the base of his balls to the top. He'd actually run the flat of his tongue right over Tommy's hole in the process – Tommy could still feel the warm wetness traveling up his crack from that time. He was as brave as Chad, wasn't he? Or maybe even braver? And he wouldn't have to touch it with his tongue – he just needed to put his lips to it. How bad could that be? And then he'd see her, all naked, have an image to put to his fantasy. And be certain which girl it was, too.

"So what's your answer, boy?" Naomi said. "You want to see who Miss E is badly enough to plant one right on the shitter? Or do we leave right now and go to your next series of poses?" Tommy shuddered. It would help if she'd stop saying "shitter." Even "butt hole" sounded better than that. He considered one more time. All he'd have to do is touch his lips to it -- would it be that much worse than touching his lips to any other part of her? She was probably clean, both girls had certainly looked clean in the pictures, and in the ones with their rumps facing the camera, their holes were certainly visible, in fact both holes were visible on each girl, the one for relief and the one for his pleasure. There anuses had looked pink and perfect and certainly not dirty.

He came to a decision, borne mainly from a renewed surge of lust that was making him hard again. "Okay," he said softly. "I'll kiss her -- I'll kiss her there, if you'll let me take the mask off afterward."

"You heard him, Miss E," Naomi said. "Turn over and get up on your knees and lower your face to the mattress. Yes, that's the way," she added, as Tommy could hear a rustling in front of him. "Spread your legs a little farther. Now reach back and spread your cheeks. So he can get it any easily." There was a pause, and almost palpable tension in the air. "Oh," Naomi suddenly said. "Best do a bit of cleanup first – fucking is a messy business. I've got some wipes over there – thanks," she said, having obviously been handed the wipes by the remaining sister. There was some more shifting about in the room, a stifled giggle from Miss E as the attentions to her apparently tickled, then the breeze as Naomi moved across the room, something thumped in a wastebasket, and she moved back by him.

"Okay, Miss E's in position," Naomi said. Tommy heard a stifled giggle from one side of the bed. Must be the other sister, he thought, but he couldn't tell, from the giggle itself, which sister it was, and from that determine which sister he'd just enjoyed. Oh, well, if he went through with this, he'd know soon enough.

"What do I do?" Tommy asked.

"Just put your hands on her butt, lean forward, and kiss her. I'll guide you. Once I place your hands in position, don't move them, or I'll make you a very sorry boy indeed. You're not feeling Miss E up, you're just guiding your aim." She took Tommy's left hand and placed it on a velvety curved surface – warm and incredibly soft, and then took his right hand and placed it on the opposite side. I'm touching her bare butt! Tommy thought to himself. She was so soft there, so smooth and yet so alive feeling under his fingertips. He resisted the urge to shift his hands about, to stroke her bottom and feel its curves. He could feel the edges of Miss E's hands just under his, pulling her cheeks apart, making herself ready. He leaned over slowly, trying to feel his way, until abruptly his nose bumped into her butt crack. He recoiled for a second. "That's fine," Naomi said. "You're right in position. Just move forward again until your nose hits her, then pucker and push in until Miss E can feel your lips. I'll wait for Miss E's signal that you've made contact, then Miss E will stretch out and you'll get an unrestricted look from the front when I take the mask off. And if you're a good boy, I'll let you look at Miss E's body from any position for as long as you want after that."

Tommy's heart was racing. His penis was starting to erect itself again, even though he'd just had a shattering orgasm. It wasn't surprising that he was getting excited again, really – he'd masturbated himself to orgasm twice in succession various times in the past, and one night he'd been so horny he'd done it three times in a half-hour period. Of course, that had been before he could wet cum, and his penis had been smaller then. He wondered if that made any difference. It did seem to take him longer to get hard again now that he was bigger.

But that didn't matter for the moment. Nor did it matter that his dick was sticking out in front of him, probably waving comically in the air for all three girls to see. He was going to see a naked girl, only the second one he'd ever seen! And not just any girl, a girl he'd fucked with! The first girl he'd fucked with! But first he had to get this other task over with.

Tommy leaned forward, almost eager to kiss her butt now, so that he could get the mask off and see her, really see her! He continued leaning forward, moving slowly, gently, until his nose touched her butt crack again. He could feel her butt cheeks this time on either side of his face. We're cheek to cheek, he suddenly thought to himself, just like the old song, and it was all he could do to keep from bursting out laughing. The right butt cheek, in fact, had a small imperfection pressing against his face – probably a mole, he realized – he had one himself in the cleft of his own butt, knew what they felt like. There was something about her having a mole in such an intimate place that was endearing. He pressed harder against it, felt it pressing back.

He drew in a breath through his nose experimentally, fearing what he'd smell, but smelled only soap and clean skin. Here goes, he said to himself, pushing out his lips. Immediately he felt warm skin under them, warm, wrinkled skin. He pressed harder, hoping to get this over with quickly, get to the point where he would get his chance to look at her. Suddenly he felt Naomi's hand behind his head, pressing him inward, pushing until his face was buried in her crack, pushed hard so his lips made full contact and stayed there for an eternity. Tommy breathed through his nose, the air hot and moist and close with his nose trapped against her butt crack. It seemed like an eternity that he stood there, his lips pressed against her hole, until Naomi finally released his head and said, "okay, that's good enough. You can stand up."

Tommy straightened up, letting his hands slide across her soft, bare buttocks as he did. His penis hardened further and he shivered with pleasure. She had a nice butt, he decided. It'd been soft, soft like Gabriel's butt had been. Soft and smooth and round, well-fleshed, not bony, full. He was dying to see it. He could sense the mysterious Miss E shifting in front of him. She'd lying down for me! He thought triumphantly. So I can see! His heart beat faster as Naomi began gently pulling the tape off from around his mask. He could feel his penis straining with excitement and resisted the urge to touch it, comfort it, squeeze it hard and begin jerking off right there. A bit of light seeped in the bottom of the mask as the tapes were pulled from there and he looked eagerly through the thin slit past his cheeks, could see a bare foot, no, two bare feet pointing upward on the mattress directly in front of him. Naomi had been true to her word, Miss E had settled back on her back, so he'd be seeing her girl parts as soon as the mask came all the way off. Naomi started to remove the top tapes, then paused. "You've been so patient," she said. "That I think I'm going to offer you another reward! I'll tell you what. Once you've had a chance to see Miss E, and if Miss E is willing, you can have another round of fucking, this time with your hands free and your eyes open! In fact, I'm going to insist on it! Think of it, boy! The second fuck of your life! You should be counting your lucky stars!"

Tommy's heart leaped. "Really?" he said, trying to tilt his head back to see further up her legs, but restrained by Naomi, who was removing tapes from the top of the mask. "Thank you. I'd like that," he added, trying to sound polite and not too eager. He couldn't believe this – he not only had lost his virginity in the last few minutes, he was going to get to do it again! This time while he could see – while he could touch her! He supposed Naomi and the other sister would watch again, maybe take pictures, but he didn't care. He was going to fuck a girl again, and his penis throbbed and lurched in front of him, ready and eager. Across the room another stifled giggle came, then an answering, higher pitched giggle from the head of the bed. Go ahead, giggle all you want, Tommy thought to himself. But it's not me you're fucking with this time -- I'm the one who will be fucking you!

The mask slipped off his face in a sudden rush. Tommy blinked, partially blinded by bright light coming in a window. He looked down and his vision started returning, except for a black rectangle where the window had been. He found the feet he'd seen earlier, so small and white and feminine, and followed them up past smooth, decent-looking knees to smooth, creamy thighs, thighs obviously not Zandra's – too thin, more immature, thinner. It was Melissa , then! He'd been right! In a way, that was better, Tommy thought – he liked the younger girl better, liked her haircut, liked her more boyish features, her smoother chest – wait, not a good thought. He pushed it aside and blinked again, waiting for his eyes to adjust, following the legs up to their juncture. He'd look at her girl parts first, then her face. He'd give her a smile, show her how much he appreciated it…

He froze, his heart stopping. His eyes had adjusted, and he'd reached the juncture of her thighs, and…

And there was no open furrow there, no welcoming opening at all. There was a small, droopy little penis there – a circumcised penis with a small, bullet head, laying askew over a small, barely visible and highly wrinkled little sack, a sack smaller than Gabriel's. But that couldn't be – Melissa was a girl! He'd seen the naked pictures! He'd seen her skin-tight shorts – no boy parts could have hidden there in that smooth flatness. He swept his gaze up the rest of the way, past a flat, undeveloped chest, reached the face…

A boy with light brown hair gave him a tousled-haired, toothy grin. "Hi!" he said cheerfully. He looked meaningfully at Tommy's midsection. "I like your cock," he said. "I'm ready to go again when you are."

"Noooooooo!" Tommy wailed. "Noooooooo!" This wasn't right! It had to be a trick – that was it! He'd fucked the girl, then she'd moved and they'd substituted this boy! They were just playing with his mind again, that's all! In front of him, Zandra was eagerly snapping pictures of his expression, Naomi just as eagerly sketching.

Tommy's mouth flopped open and shut, working like a flounder out of water. "It wasn't him! It wasn't! It was a girl I fuc—that I did! I was inside her! I could feel it! It wasn't a boy!"

"I'm so sorry, ladies and gentlemen," Naomi said from one side, stretching the words out to sound like an announcer at a stage play. "But there has been a change of personnel for today's performance! The part of Miss E has been played by the very male Elvin Sims!"

"No!" Tommy insisted again. "It wasn't him – it was a girl…"

The boy grinned wider and lifted his legs, spreading them as he did and lifting his hips so his butt was spread in a fair imitation of the inspection position. Between his soft, white butt cheeks his tight little anus glowed redly, looking for all the world like it had indeed been recently violated. And there, in the boy's crack, was the mole Tommy himself had felt moments ago, when he'd so eagerly pressed his lips to that orifice, in anticipation of seeing the girl nude. The girl who had turned out to be a boy. Tommy's jaw dropped, began working again, making fish out of water movements. Beside him, the camera worked busily.

"Nope, it was me!" Elvin said cheerfully. "See, I'm a little sore – yours is the biggest one I've ever had in there. But I don't mind, really! It was fun! I came like you wouldn't believe – didn't you feel me shaking?"

Tommy recoiled, his face a mask of horror. Not again! How did this keep happening? Once again he'd fucked a boy's butt thinking it was someone else he was having sex with! He wanted to turn and flee, but Naomi was now standing behind him, had put her arm on him as a caution, as if she was reading his mind. On the bed, Elvin was still chattering onward, oblivious to his reaction.

"So," he said, grinning, "do you want me on my back again, or should I turn over and let you take me from behind? I can see you're ready." He indicated Tommy's cock. "You don't even have to use a rubber, now" he added. "I like it better bare. But you'll have to grease that thing up good, I'm getting a little sore."

"NO!" Tommy said again, hopping in agitation. His dick began waving in front of him as he jumped from one foot to another. "It was a girl I was in – it was! One of them!" He pointed to the head of the bed, where Zandra was busily snapping pictures of his antics and Meliisa was laughing hysterically. With sudden clarity, he realized that both girls were fully clothed, just as they'd been before – no signs of hasty dressing, no signs either of them had been on the bed.

"Do you want me to suck you instead?" the boy on the bed said, sitting up. He reached for Tommy's cock, catching in his hand and giving it a squeeze before Tommy could react. He leaned toward the head, opening his mouth.

"Nooooo!" Tommy squealed, pulling violently away, so fast he pulled the boy off balance and he tumbled off the bed, fortunately for Tommy letting go of Tommy's member first. The boy scrambled up, rubbing his butt ruefully and looking at Tommy with a hurt expression. Naomi's grip tightened on Tommy, preventing him from turning and running out the door, which would have been his next impulse.

"You didn't have to do that!" Elvin said, said, still rubbing his butt, his soft little wiener jiggling comically in front of him as he did. "A simple 'no' to the offer to suck you would have been enough. That's okay, I like being fucked, anyway, as long as I get to cum when you do. So what do you want, from the back or from the front? Or should I get up on all fours? I like it better on all fours, because you can rub me while you do it then, and I cum better when the other boy rubs me at the same time."

"I – I kissed your butt!" Tommy said, realization continuing to dawn.

"Technically, you kissed my butt hole," the boy corrected. "But don't worry, I had a big enema and took a shower before I came over. I'm always clean. So it was just a friendly kiss. Now let's do it! Tell you what, I'll get on all fours. He jumped on the bed, assumed the position, arching his back and sticking his butt up invitingly."

Standing beside him, Tommy realized the boy was bigger and older than he'd originally thought – he might even be Tommy's own age, although he was a bit smaller. "How old are you," he blurted out.

"Eleven," the boy replied. "Eleven and a half, actually. But I'm small."

Tommy was puzzled – now this whole thing didn't add up. "But—" he said. "But – but you said you needed me because you didn't have a boy my age to use." He turned an inquiring expression toward Naomi.

"No, I said I needed you because I didn't have the right type of boy," Naomi replied. She looked down at Elvin affectionately. "Elvin, here, is our cousin," she said. "His mother was a flower child type--big Tolkien fan. She thought of the little accident here as her little elf. I think she hoped he'd always be like an elf. And he is, kind of."

"But he's almost as big as I am," Tommy repeated. "Why couldn't you use him?"

"Several reasons," Naomi said. "Number one, he has no shame to speak of – his mother raised him that way. He's perfectly comfortable nude, he has no shame about sex, and he knows his place. He's got no pride, either – he's actually excellently trained for a boy – trained the way the rest of you penis people ought to be. Nothing you've done for me today would have bothered him – he'd just have done it, smiling, eager to please me. If I told him to poop his pants, he'd do it. If I told him to suck himself, he'd try his darndest."

"I can't," Elvin chirped. "I've tried. It's too short."

Naomi acted like she hadn't heard him. "He knows his place – there's no act beneath him. Tell him to lick any part of your body, he will. He's obedient, too. If I told him to hit himself hard in the balls, he'd do it."

Tommy looked doubtful. "It's true," Naomi added. "Here, I'll show you. Elvin, go over to Melissa, please, and ask her to give your butt a good hard spanking. Tell her to make you cry."

"Yes, ma'am," Elvin said politely, his grin disappearing to be replaced by a more neutral experession. He got up and took three steps toward the still chortling Melissa. "Melissa, will you give my butt a good hard spanking until I cry?' he asked.

"Certainly," Melissa said. She sat on the bed. His lip trembling a bit but without hesitation, Elvin immediately walked up to her right leg and stood there expectantly. Melissa took her left hand and pinched his little penis between thumb and forefinger, pulling it out to twice its flaccid length. As soon as she had her grip, he climbed across her lap, scootching up until his butt was under her right hand. He looked over his shoulder at her.

"I'm ready," he said, only a bit of tremble in his voice betraying his fear at the pain he was about to receive. Melissa didn't hesitate. She raised her and smacked the boy hard on his butt, right in the center of his smooth right buttock. Tommy jumped at the loud crack of her bare hand on his unprotected flesh. Elvin grunted and grimaced, but didn't move or try to escape.. She gave him another hard smack, and then another, all three on the same spot. On the fourth, Elvin let out a little squeak, his legs stiffening. "Owie!" he said. He looked at the gaping Tommy. "That one really hurt," he said, his voice still unnaturally high. "She spanks hard," he added. "But she squeezes your weenie, too, if you're good." He grunted as Melissa smacked his butt again, this time having moved to his left buttock. She gave him two more, the third producing a second "owie!" from Elvin..

"That's enough spanking," Naomi said. "We've made our point. You can get up, Elvin. You've been a very good boy."

Elvin got up, rubbing his butt cheeks with both hands. He wasn't grinning, but he didn't seem particularly disturbed to have been given a short spanking just to make a point to Tommy. Melissa was still holding his penis, which Tommy noticed was now hard and a more respectable length for it, perhaps as long and as wide as his brother Chad's, and making the miniature scrotum under it seem that much smaller by comparison. Melissa released it as Tommy watched, and to his surprise it jumped up until it struck his stomach with a loud smack, then stayed there, the tip actually in strong contact with his belly. It looked quite cute that way, like a suitcase handle that you could grip to lift him, perhaps. It was symmetrical and the underside not too wrinkled or saggy looking. Tommy felt a strong urge to reach out and touch it, to squeeze it in his grip and feel if it was as hard as it looked. His own penis lurched at the thought, to his consternation. He shifted his eyes guiltily.

"Two," Naomi said, as if the spanking demonstration hadn't intervened. "Elvin's equipment is too immature for what I needed. I needed a boy with half-grown equipment, not someone hung like a weasel."

"That's me, weasel-weenie," Elvin chirped.

Naomi gave him a look that silenced him. "Elvin still has a kindergartener's equipment," she added. "And it might be a year or two or even three before that changes. I needed a boy like you – someone who obviously is not yet a man, but who's developed enough that there's a hint a man is lurking in there somewhere."

Elvin nodded, not at all embarrassed by her disparaging remarks about his juvenile equipment. "I don't have any hair," he said. "And I can't squirt yet," he added.

Naomi looked at him fondly and continued. "Third, even if his dick wasn't small enough not to discomfit a female weasel, it's too curved for what I want. It's so curved it touches his stomach when he's hard. That's too cute, too little boy, too non-threatening. I need a boy whose dick sticks straight out, challenging you, threatening you. A dick like that." She reached over and bopped Tommy's dickhead, making it jump in the air, bob around, and then settle again pointing straight out. "I want it to be like those James Bond posters where you're looking right down the barrel of his gun. And it can't be a gun shooting blanks, so that rules Elvin out, too."

Tommy looked down at his dick. It did look vaguely threatening, sticking out in front of him like that. "And finally," Naomi added with gravity. "Finally, and most important, we like Elvin. He's sweet and cooperative and doesn't have any of those nasty boy traits the rest of you penis people have. We don't really want to hurt him and I don't think we can humiliate him, so he's not good for my picture series on both counts. You, on the other hand, we have no feelings for at all. So when we humiliate you or make you cry…" she said, pausing. Without warning, she had the head of his penis in her grasp, suddenly giving it a swift yank that brought him up on his toes and hurt all the way inside him. Tommy yelped in surprise, clapping both hands on the base of his organ in self-protection. She let go, smirking. "When we do things that hurt you like that, we just don't care," she finished. "It's rather funny, in fact. "

"Don't break him!" Elvin protested. "I want to do it with him again, and he won't be able to do it if you hurt him! Come on, let's stop all this gabbing and do it!" He jumped back on the bed, flipping over and presenting his butt toward Tommy. He lowered his head and spread his now pink cheeks displaying his tight hole to Tommy. "I like it best from the back," he announced, looking at Tommy expectantly.

"You like it?" Tommy said, a cross between aghast and incredulous now. He remembered how much Gabriel's invasion of him the night before had upset him – well, not exactly upset him, he realized with renewed shame – he'd cum all over himself, hadn't he? But stirred him all up inside, created a burning sensation that he still felt hours later. "You like boys doing it up your butt? Doesn't it hurt?" he asked the boy on the bed.

Elvin turned his face back over his shoulder where he could see Tommy and screwed up his face as he thought. He reached for his own crotch and idly squeezed his half-hard member. "It did the first time," he said. "When I did it with Garrett. We didn't know anything about lubricants or being careful or anything. He just used spit and jammed it in. His thing wasn't any bigger than mine back then, but he managed to get an inch or so of it in me. It's a good thing he came in about 5 seconds or I'd have died, I think. Or at least screamed bloody murder and woke the girls up."

"We live in the same house with Elvin and his mother." Melissa put in. "Garrett's his best friend. They were having a sleepover. He's a real cutie, too, but he's smaller and more immature than weasel-dick."

"If you'd have told me you guys were going to try it, I'd have taught you how to do it right," Naomi added. "But of course you boys always have to do stuff on your own."

"He sprung it on me," Elvin said. "You were already asleep. What was I supposed to do, wake you up to say my best friend wanted to do me up the butt and we needed help?" He looked at Naomi earnestly, and she smiled indulgently back at him.

"We looked it up on the internet after that," Elvin continued. "Learned about K-Y and stuff. After that it was more fun."

"They've been doing it like bunnies ever since," Zandra added. "If you don't know when you go in their room you're apt to get an eyeful."

Doing it like bunnies? "So you're saying Elvin and his buddy are gay," Tommy said to Zandra.

Elvin, giving up on being entered immediately from his favorite position, settled on his back on the bed and spread his legs, letting his penis arch up over his stomach. He gripped it comfortingly. "Am I?' Elvin asked, grinning. "I don't know," he said, continued, answering his own question. "Probably not. I'd do it with a girl if I could! In either place, her butt or her girl place. And I like girl stuff as much as boy stuff. And I like tits. But I like boys' weenies, too! So I don't know that I'm gay -- but I know I like sex!"

"He does," Melissa said. "Any way you want it."

"True, that," Zandra said, putting the camera down. "Any way at all. Boys, girls, it doesn't matter to him. You name it, he'll lick it, suck it, stick his weasel dick in it, or take it up his butt."

"I like to do it to people, too," Elvin said
enthusiastically. "In their mouths or up their butts. But it's hard to keep it in their butts with my dick being so short. I have to have a boy with a thin butt so it works – that's the only way I can get close enough. It's hard to do. Garrett and I have kind of worked it out, but it took us awhile. You should know, you had trouble staying in me, too, and yours is a lot longer than mine. So a lot of times I let him do me up the butt, but make him just suck me instead or give me a handy afterward."

"A what?" Tommy asked.

"A handy! A hand job! You know, rub my dick until I cum," Elvin said. "I can do that to you if you prefer, or you can do it to me, or we can do each other at the same time." He looked at Tommy's still throbbing erection. "Or I can suck you," he said. "I like sucking boys."

"He does," Zandra said, nodding. "He even swallows. He'll do anything for a fellow boy."

"Hey, I like girls, too," Elvin said indignantly. "I made you cum 5 times in less than an hour, remember? And I'll stick it in you anytime you want, too – you know, in your girl place."

Zandra smiled at Elvin fondly and tousled his hair, leaving it even more askew than before. "I know," she said. "You certainly remind me enough. But I'm a virgin and I'm staying a virgin. Not that I don't appreciate your magic tongue."

"You do sex with them?" Tommy asked, shocked. "I thought they were your cousins!"

"I'm not going to marry them," Elvin said seriously. "I just like making them happy, and then they make me happy, too. It's not like I could get them pregnant, even if they would let me fuck them. Which they won't." He pouted.

"You couldn't do it anyway, weasel-dick," Zandra retorted. "It's too short to get in there."

"Probably not," Elvin said. "But I'd like to try!"

"Cool it, you two," Naomi said. She looked Tommy up and down. "So, you want to do him again, or not? I told you that you could."

"No," Tommy said. Indignantly, he added, "I don't like having sex with boys."

Naomi reached down and batted Tommy's upthrust penis downward, watching it bounce back up again, proud and tall. "Your mouth says 'no,' but your dick says 'yes,'" she commented. "And if what Beth told me is accurate, and I think it is, in just the last few weeks, you've forced your brother to suck you repeatedly, made him lick your butt, and fucked your own boy cousin up his butt, and quite against his will, I might add."

"That was an accident," Tommy protested. "I thought he was Jesse."

"And would this Jesse be a boy, also?" Naomi asked archly. Tommy blushed and hung his head. When was he going to learn not to just blurt things out? Naomi continued her argument. "So you've done all sorts of sex stuff with all sorts of boys – more than Elvin had done, and he'd pretty active. You can't argue you don't do boys whenever you get the chance. That raises a question, why not this one? He's cute, already naked, he's willing…" She stopped, comprehension dawning. "That's it, isn't it?" she asked. "It's because he's willing. And to go along with him, you'd have to admit you have gay feelings for him. But if you take him against his will, you can convince yourself you're just playing dominance games, that you're not really gay."

"I'm not like him!" Tommy said, biting off every word. "I like girls! Only girls!"

"Elvin likes girls, too," Melissa said. "But he likes boys, too. Possibly even better than girls."

"I like sex," Elvin said. "Everyone has a mouth and hands and a butt hole, so what difference does it make whether they're boys or girls?"

"Typical boy," Naomi said. "Any hole will do. But not full of shame like you. At least he admits what he is instead of pretending he's something else."

"I'm not like him!" Tommy screamed.

"Come on, be a sport!" Elvin said. "Fuck me in the butt! From behind! I like it! It makes me feel all tickly!"

"You should have seen him when you were taking him the first time," Zandra commented. "Whacking away on his little rod while you banged him. He managed to cum at the same time you did!"

All of the sudden things clarified for Tommy. He remembered his penis being squeezed repeated when he was coming, when he'd though he was in a girl for the first time, a girl he'd made go into spasms of ecstasy. And it had been just this kid making himself cum? His butt contracting as he did, just as Tommy's own butt contracted? He blushed with embarrassment at his previous naïvity, a blush that just accentuated the redness of his face from anger.

"You think you're better than Elvin, don't you?" Naomi said softly. "You think less of him because he offers himself freely to boys rather than forcing himself on them like you do. We'll I've got news for you, boy! Elvin is twice the boy you are -- twice as manly, twice as tough, better than you in every department! Don't let his baby dick or his tiny balls fool you! He might not be as developed as you, but psychologically, his balls are twice as big as yours! You cried just a little while ago because you got a little of your own shit on your precious private parts! Elvin would roll in shit if I asked him to! He wouldn't like it, but he'd do it, because he's tough! You think he walked obediently to Melissa and bent over for his spanking, because he's pussy whipped, or because he likes being spanked? He did it because he's brave. A lot braver than you! When I ordered him over Melissa's knee, he had no idea how long the spanking he was going to get would be. He knew it was possible that I would let Melissa beat his little butt until he was blistered all over. But he went, and he would have stayed there until I told him he was done! He would've cried buckets, and wiggled and squirmed, but he would've stayed there, if it was the last thing he did! When I told him earlier today, that I was going to bring a strange boy in to fuck him in the butt, I could tell he was a bit worried, because he's never had any cock bigger than Garrett's up his butt before. But he got obediently into position when I told him to, lifting his legs over his head and waiting patiently, even though there was the possibility you might ram yourself in hard despite my orders. If I told him to lie on his back, spread his legs, and hold his dick out of the way so I could paddle his baby ball sack, he would do it immediately, and he'd keep his legs apart, until I said I was done, even if he was in agony. Because he knows that's what really makes you a man, doing what you have to do, and being tough about it. You might have bigger genitals, little boy, but Elvin has the biggest balls in this room. And that's why I prefer to give him pleasure and not pain, because he deserves it. You don't. Your sister Beth was right, you have an extremely bad attitude! I'm beginning to think we should take the time to help give your attitude a little adjustment!"

She turned to the boy lying on the mattress. "Elvin, take a break. Go down to the kitchen
and get yourself a bite to eat. Watch TV or something. Don't come back until we call you, unless you want me to have Melissa finish your spanking!"

Elvin popped up like a jack in the box and raced out the door. Tommy found himself unconsciously responding to the sight of the boy's cute little penis wagging as he headed for the door, and then his round, tight little butt as he exited it. His rock hard penis signal its approval of the sight as well, a fact that the three ladies in a room noticed immediately.

Naomi turned back to Tommy. "Hands behind your back again, boy!" she said. Seen no options, Tommy complied, and Zandra tightly wrapped his hands again in the Velcro. The helpless feeling he always had when his hands were bound descended upon Tommy again. "Not such tough stuff, are you," Naomi said, smirking. "Sure, you're all confidence when you can force yourself on people, be the one in charge. Beth told me all about how you lorded it over your brother when he was being punished, enjoy hurting him in a dozen different ways. And just a couple of days ago, you proved it again, raping a little boy because you could, because you were bigger than him, because you could pretend that was all about dominance, and not about getting your rocks off in another boy's butt! You can pretend you're the dominant one, then. You can pretend you don't really want it, you're just punishing him. You don't like it when the other boy takes charge, makes you want to admit you want it, too. You want to be a top, and have him be a bottom. That's the difference between you and Elvin. Elvin wants to give and receive pleasure from people. You only want to receive it, and you don't mind giving pain if it means you get your pleasure."

She wiped her hands on a paper towel from a roll near the mattress and picked something up off a dresser by it. "But this isn't about you getting pleasure today, boy. It's about your shame and humiliation. I think it's time you had an attitude change!" She held up an odd apparatus. "Boy, it's time you were introduced to Mr. Chastiser."