Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 40

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 40
by Chadlad

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Chapter 40: Wardrobe Malfunction

Naomi reached over and yanked the pillow away. "Stop that!" she ordered. "Of all of the nasty traits you boys have, it's self-pity I hate most of all!"

Tommy covered his face with his hands. Naomi yanked them away, too, glaring at his tear-streaked face. "I said stop it, and I mean it! Unless you'd like me to have a go at your little jewels with that flyswatter your sister gave me! I don't think I'd mind at all giving you a good hard swat or two on the nuts! I'm sure the girls would love it, too!"

Tommy struggled with himself, fright overcoming his self pity. He sniffled, trying to swallow the lump in his throat, and forced himself to sit up, swiping at his eyes and sniffling. It took him a few minutes to get himself under control, but he finally wiped away at the tears and sat facing Naomi. Elvin sat beside him, stroking Tommy's back and thigh simultaneously with his hands. Tommy relaxed a bit under Elvin's touch – the other boy's touch was surprisingly soothing, almost erotic. In fact...

Tommy realized quite suddenly that his penis was rising again, even though he'd just cum mightily a few minutes before. He pushed Elvin's hand away from his thigh, were it was too close to his lengthening organ for comfort.

"There he goes again, pretending he doesn't get turned on by other boys," Zandra commented. "His mouth and hands so 'no, no' but his dick says, 'yes, yes!'"

"Why do you fight it?" Naomi asked. "Why are you boys so full of shame all the time? Why not just stand up and proudly admit, 'I like sex! I like it with boys, I like it with girls, I'd do it with my dog if I thought I could get away with it!' By the way, don't do that – it's not only hugely disgusting, it hurts the dog. Still, why not just proclaim, 'I'm a boy, I'll stick my dick in anything that won't bite it off!' Why do you guys always pretend not to like what you so obviously love?"

"It's not right!" Tommy blurted. "Boys are supposed to want sex only with girls, not with other boys. It's gay! All the boys make fun of it!"

"That's because all the boys are like you, full of shame and afraid to admit their own feelings," Naomi said confidently. "There's nothing wrong with the acts, it's the shame you feel about them that's the problem. Besides, you just had sex with Elvin readily enough, even though you know he's a boy now! You took his little weasel dick up your butt without complaint – in fact, your hard little dick at the time says to me you enjoyed him reaming out your shit hole!" Naomi said. "And I didn't notice you turning down the blow job he just gave you."

"Maybe he does okay with Elvin because Elvin's weenie is so small he can pretend Elvin is a girl," Melissa commented.

Tommy's thought immediately leaped on this possibility. Was that it? Was Elvin's demeanor, Elvin's hand, Elvin's body feminine, was that why he liked Elvin? He paused and looked sideways at Elvin for a moment – considered him seriously. He tried to convince himself it was just the boy's femininity that attracted him.

He couldn't do it. Elvin just wasn't feminine. Oh, he was a bit shorter than Tommy, but he was all boy, through and through. He had a muscular, tight little boy butt, not feminine at all. His hands were boy rough and his knees scarred and rough like a boy's, and he had a thoroughly boy face with no feminine traces at all. And though his penis and scrotum was smaller than Tommy's, more on the order of Chad's, there was no way they weren't there – no, he'd been fully aware of Elvin's gender ever since removing his mask after he'd finished his originally butt-fucking of the boy. Yet he'd been excited by Elvin's body anyway, not once but several times. His male body. Even now, he felt the urge to reach over and feel Elvin's once again erect little penis, even fondle it and watch Elvin respond. He wondered if Jesse's penis would respond to his touch the way Elvin's did, jumping with pleasure and sending shivers through its owner. He realized that he like that feeling – like knowing how his touch affected another boy because he was a boy himself. As he pondered this, his penis jumped to full erection. Looking away from Elvin guiltily, he discovered Naomi glaring at him, apparently awaiting an answer of some kind, and not appearing to be willing to tolerate any subterfuge on his part.

Tommy weighed the odds. Try to lie his way through to avoid the shame of the admission? Naomi had the flyswatter in her hand, now, and he doubted he could bluff her with his dick sticking up between his legs. Not a good idea. He sighed and decided to just lay it all out honestly and hope that was what she wanted.

"No, it's not because he's like a girl," Tommy admitted. "He's not, and you know it. If I'd said that, you'd be swatting my balls right now, wouldn't you?" Naomi, still tight-lipped, nodded once. "Well, I'm telling the truth. Elvin's not feminine. You know he' not, he knows he's not. He's all boy. But I liked doing stuff with him anyway. So I guess you're right, I am attracted to him."

"Just him?" Naomi asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or is there another boy that gets you excited, maybe even more excited?"

Tommy's first impulse was to lie, take this easy route out. "Ummm..." he started, then stopped. Naomi's face was darkening and the hand holding the swatter made a little flicking twitch, like the motion used in swatting things – hard, vulnerable little things. Just like she could tell he was thinking of lying before he'd said anything. "Ummm..." he started again. The muscles in Naomi's hand tensed. "Okay," he panted. "Okay, I won't lie. There's this other kid who makes me feel – makes me..."

"Horny as a toady frog?" Melissa asked, giggling.

"...makes me want to do stuff," Tommy finished. "But I haven't done anything with him," he added hastily. There, he'd said it – maybe they'd let it go now.

But there was no possibility of that. "And who would this lucky little object of your lust be?" Naomi asked sweetly, but with a sneer in her voice. "Would he perhaps be the famous Jesse? The one whose fooling around with your butt got you so excited you wanted to butt fuck him? The one you thought you were raping when you 'accidentally' nailed your cousin?" Naomi asked.

Tommy lowered his eyes and blushed redly. "Beth told you already, didn't she," he muttered.

"Of course," Naomi said. "I needed the whole shameful story – it makes you even more contemptible. And forcing you to say it – it's delicious. Zandra, make sure you get pictures of his face and body – he's blushing all the way to his chest. Yet his little dingus is still standing up like a good little soldier."

Zandra began snapping pictures of Tommy's face. Elvin patted Tommy's back. "'S all right," he said soothingly. "We're just boys, that's all. We can't help it – we like sex."

"Not with other boys," Tommy said hoarsely, still looking down at his crotch. His penis looked back at him with its one eye, mocking him. He couldn't believe the shame he felt. Yet his admission also carried relief. For the first time, he had honestly admitted to someone that he was attracted to Jesse. He wanted to do things to Jesse. He was a pervert, just like Naomi had said, yet that didn't quell his feelings.

"Why not?" Elvin asked reasonably. "We know how to handle weenies better than girls do – we've had more practice. Why not use that on each other? Elvin reached over awkwardly and hugged Tommy to him. "It's not wrong, it's how you feel about it that's wrong."

"Your attitude sucks, that's what he's saying," Zandra put in. Elvin hugged Tommy, who was still fighting tears.

"Awww, now isn't that cute!" Naomi said in the exaggerated, high-pitched voice people use when addressing toddlers. "I need pictures of that! You, boy! Hug Elvin back! Turn toward each other, so your chests are touching, and hug like you mean it!" She waved the flyswatter threateningly, in case Tommy didn't get the point. Zandra lifted the camera to her eye.

Mindful of all the ways he could be punished and his total helplessness in his current naked condition, Tommy awkwardly turned to Elvin and hugged him back. He could feel Elvin's smooth chest pressed against his, the skin warm, soft and inviting. Elvin's hands felt strong and good on Tommy's back. Some part of him was still conflicted, like he was watching himself from afar. The boy felt good, and everything the boy had done to him and that he'd done to the boy felt good, too. His penis was fully erect now between his legs, and a quick glance downward revealed Elvin was fully erect, too. Glancing at Zandra, Tommy realized to his dismay that she was busily snapping pictures of their hard- ons as they hugged, evidence his shameful response to the other boy would soon be revealed to Naomi's fans. He pulled his legs up, hiding his penis but exposing his buttocks and probably his butt hole to the camera instead. Elvin continued to hug him fiercely, then to Tommy's surprise he leaned over suddenly and kissed Tommy's cheek softly but passionately. Tommy pulled away.

"Hey!" he said in surprise. "What are you doing!"

"Sorry," Elvin said, looking chastened. "It just felt right."

"Wiener Boy and Elvin in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Melissa chanted, dissolving into giggles.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea. A shot or two of the shamed lovers kissing passionately might fit very nicely with the set," Naomi said. "Let's do it. Kiss each other like you mean it. On the mouth. With feeling."

Tommy and Elvin both turned to look at her. "Okay," Elvin shrugged, turning back to Tommy. Tommy kept looking at Naomi, his face registering his surprise. Doing sex with a boy was one thing – doing stuff with your penis felt good, and suppressed, for awhile, the powerful passions that he'd been experiencing ever since his balls started getting bigger and his first pubic hairs appeared. But kissing – kissing was romantic, it wasn't just about getting your rocks off. Kissing suggested you loved the person. Kissing was gay, more gay than anything he'd done that day.

"Um," Tommy said, stalling. "Are you sure you want..."

Naomi put down her sketch pad and picked up the fly swatter. "What did I tell you would happen if you kept defying me, Weiner Boy?" Naomi asked menacingly. "You obviously didn't believe me and need a reminder." She gestured with the swatter. "Get up on all fours on the bed, Wiener Boy, and spread your legs far apart as they'll go, now!"

Tommy blanched. She was going to hit him in the balls! Hard! "No, wait!" he said. "I'll kiss him!" He leaned toward Elvin. Elvin evaded him.

"Naomi said you have to get on all fours," Elvin said seriously. "So you have to. She means it. Do it, now, and she won't hit you as hard."

"But.." Tommy said, looking from Elvin to Naomi. "I said I'll kiss him! I'll do it right now!"

Elvin looked even more concerned. "Please listen," he begged. "I don't want you hurt more than you have to be!"

"I said, get on all fours on the bed and spread your legs, Wiener Boy, and I meant it!" Naomi said at the same time. "You're already getting one good smack on your little bag – do you want to try for two?"

"But.." Tommy said.

"Your butt, in the air!" Naomi snapped. "Now! Your delaying tactics have earned you a second smack on the bag – do you want a third?"

Two?!! Tommy scrambled to get on all fours beside Elvin, spreading his legs far apart in back so that his scrotum bulged out between the inverted V of his crotch. He held that position, trembling. How was he going to hold himself in position for two blows on the scrotum? Elvin reached over and put an arm around Tommy's back, looking at him with distress and concern on his face. "Told you," he said in a half whisper.

Zandra spoke up from the side of the bed. "Not such hot stuff now, are you Wiener Boy? You boys are all alike – all talk and bluster and arrogance, but threaten your little marble sacks and you're all cowards. How about it, Wiener Boy? You're about to get two smacks on your bag. Are you afraid?"

Tommy, who was so afraid he was almost pissing himself and managing only by sheer determination to hold it in, stared at the mattress and didn't answer. As he was looking down, he didn't see Zandra reach toward him until she'd grabbed his jutting, still stiff penis in an iron grip, digging her fingernails into its vulnerable surface just enough to hurt, but not enough to break the skin. "I asked you a question, Wiener Boy!" she snarled. "Are you afraid?"

"Ye- Yessss!" Tommy croaked. "Don't hurt me!"

Zandra trailed a fingernail across the head of Tommy's penis, scraping uncomfortably but not drawing blood. "Good," she said, releasing him, to his relief. "Because you should be. The last time we racked Elvin good in the balls he threw up, and that was only the one blow."

"Yeah, but it was with a paint stirring stick," Melissa put in. "So it might have hurt more."

"Still, the flyswatter has a long handle, so she can hit your little nuts harder," Zandra argued. "One blow ought to have you in agony. Two should have you shitting your pants."

"He doesn't have on pants," Melissa said, giggling. "Want me to get him some so he can shit in them?"

"Wait!" Elvin said suddenly and firmly. "Don't do it!" He let go of Tommy and scrambled up beside him, getting on all fours and spreading his own knees until his leg crossed over Tommy's and his own smaller scrotum also bulged out between his spread legs, duplicating Tommy's position. He lowered his head all the way to the bed, then looked back through his legs at his cousin Naomi. "I'll take one of his for him," he said. "A boy shouldn't have to take two swats on the balls—it hurts too much." He tensed his muscles and putting his right arm around Tommy's shoulders, hugging him close to still both of their trembling bodies.

"Awww, ain't that cute!" Naomi crooned. "The little lovers want to suffer for each other. Okay, Elvin, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get. But I'm not going to take it easier on you, you know. You might throw up again."

"If I do, I do," Elvin said resolutely. Tommy, shaking with fear, gaped in amazement. The balls on this kid! Sticking his butt voluntarily out with his legs spread like that, vulnerable sack hanging in the breeze – his actually balls might be small and underdeveloped, but metaphorically speaking the size of his balls was amazing, like he had 10 pounders dangling between his legs. Tommy suddenly felt very small and afraid.

"He must be an amazing fuck for you to do this, Elvin," Naomi said. "The tightest, most amazing ass ever! If I had a dick, I'd have try him myself!"

"His butt hole did feel good," Elvin admitted. "And I liked sucking him – it's cool that he shoots. But that's not why I'm doing it. I just like him," Elvin said. "He's a good guy. You guys are awfully hard on him. He's done everything you told him to. And no guy deserves two whacks on the nuts unless he's been really bad, like broke someone's arm or something!"

"He did," Zandra said flatly. "He took a younger boy by force. He fucked a boy smaller than you up the butt, and made him bleed. That's worse than breaking his arm! It's different if a boy says, 'take me,' and you do and he bleeds a little – that's just the risk he took in inviting you. But forcing it on someone, that's rape, and rape is evil and deserves the worst punishments."

"She's right, Elvin," Naomi said. "If I'd been his sister, I wouldn't have bothered with a few little paddlings, I'd have taken the paint stirrer to his nuts immediately and beat them until they were black and blue. Then I'd have given him a few days to heal and let the boy he raped beat his nuts black and blue again. And I'd have sandpapered his dick until it was too sore to touch on a daily basis for the next two weeks, so he couldn't give himself pleasure, either. That's not all, though. I'd have beat the hole in his own butt with a wooden spoon until it was so blistered he couldn't shit, and had to have enemas for the next two weeks. Then, just as the topper, I'd have made him suck his victim's dick morning and night and any other time the boy wanted for the next month, at least. Believe me, he'd never even consider raping another boy when I was done. So don't be feeling sympathy for him!"

Elvin considered her words. "Okay, so he was pretty bad," he finally considered. "But that's between him and his family, isn't it?" He shrugged, causing an odd shift in his head down position. "Never mind," he said. "I know my opinion doesn't matter, I'm just a boy, and I don't understand these things the way girls do. If you think he needs to be hit, he'll get hit. But I'll still take one of his hits for him. I'd feel bad if I didn't."

"Your choice," Naomi said. "So who gets it first, you or him?"

"Him," Elvin said without hesitation. "Let him get it over with. Waiting for it to happen is the worst part."

"Okay," Naomi said. Tommy stiffened. His balls felt like they were about a foot wide protruding out from between his legs, vulnerable and exposed. He shut his eyes hard. Beside him, Elvin hugged him tight with his free arm. Moments passed in silence except for Tommy's frightened panting, and Elvin's almost equally fast breathing. Despite his doing it voluntarily, it was clear Elvin was afraid, too. The gentle touch of plastic against Tommy's balls made him jerk and his eyes fly open as he let out a little gasp.

"Steady, there, Weiner Boy!" Naomi said, caressing his genitals with the swatter. "Just getting my range lined up."

Tommy hunkered down again and shut his eyes. He wished she'd just get on with it. The swatter continued gently rubbing his balls and his stiff penis, then withdrew. Here it comes, he told himself. The room was deathly silent again, and more moments passed. Suddenly he felt a rush of air just before the center of his buttocks, just over his butt hole, exploded in pain, accompanied by the wet smack of the swatter. Tommy yelped and collapsed on the bed, clutching his stinging butt. It burned all the way into the hole, (not surprising as his buns had been fully separated), but his balls were untouched. Beside him, a second wet smack sent Elvin crashing down, also yelping and then clutching his butt and panting. Both boys lay with arched backs, rubbing the centers of their tensed boy butts furiously, as the three girls laughed, Melissa going into hysterics with glee.

"She sure got you that time!" Zandra proclaimed. "Both of you thought your little balls were toast, didn't you!"

"I didn't want them throwing up on the good mattress, that's all," Naomi said. "So you both get a reprieve for the moment – that is, if you obey everything I say from now on! Now kiss each other. And as long as you're down there, do it lying down – with a full body hug!" Tommy and Elvin looked at each other. "Weiner boy, get on your back. Elvin, get on top of him. That's it, spread your legs, Wiener Boy, so Elvin can nestle his between them and you your pelvises touch! Now put your arms around each other and hold each tight! Like that! Grind you little privates right into his, Elvin!"

Following instructions, Tommy held Elvin tightly, the other boy looking him earnestly in the eyes as he followed Naomi's instructions and thrust his groin against Tommy's. Their penises lay next to each other, touching. Tommy could feel his own stiff penis pressing Elvin's warm, soft pubic pad, Elvin's rapidly stiffening organ pressing his. The sides of their organs touched as well, feeling odd and yet exciting at the same time.

"Good," Naomi said. "Now give each other a good, solid lover's kiss."

Tommy's heart was pounding. He'd never kissed a boy before, and he was acutely aware of the three females watching them with great attention. Elvin's face was just inches from Tommy's now. "It'll be all right," he said in a half- whisper, soothingly. "Just shut your eyes and I'll do it. Think about someone else if that helps."

Tommy thought about what Naomi had said. Obey or you will get that swat on the balls, that's what she'd said. It was just a kiss – what was the big deal? Just sticking their lips together. Just one kiss. But Elvin was a boy, as the hard penis jabbing Tommy verified. When Tommy had pictured himself kissing someone romantically, it had always been a girl in his mind, with breast pressing him firmly as they kissed. Elvin's flat, muscular chest didn't fit that image at all. But Tommy's balls were on the line, and Elvin's too. He shut his eyes. Moment's later, he felt Elvin's lips brush against his, then press more firmly. He held himself stiffly as the pressure increased until Elvin was pressing quite firmly. Elvin's mouth parted, and Tommy suddenly felt the other boy's tongue run across his own lips. His eyes shot open and he jerked his head to one side in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Elvin asked.

"You licked me," Tommy said.

"Well, yeah," Elvin said. "That's how you kiss. You put your lips together, and then you open your mouth a little and let your tongues touch and rub together. That's how you do it."

Tommy looked at Elvin doubtfully. "Don't you, like, get spit in your mouth?" he asked with a hint of incredulity in his voice.

"It's just spit," Elvin said. "It's no big deal. You've sucked boys' weenies! Naomi said you had. And I have, too! And we pee with our weenies! Spit is just spit."

"Do what he says," Naomi said. "I've got to see a real lover's kiss. Put yourself into it! And I'd better see tongue, lots of tongue, or both you guys' balls are going to get it!"

"Come on," Elvin said. "It's not bad. It's kind of pleasant. And I don't want my balls smacked, not really!"

Tommy forced himself to relax and closed his eyes again, uncomfortably aware of the boy's now fully hard penis between their bodies, his also equally hard and embarrassingly pulsing penis next to it. He felt Elvin's lips brush his, settle more firmly on his mouth. Elvin's tongue immediately probed Tommy's lips, and Tommy reluctantly let his mouth part until Elvin was licking Tommy's lips, probing deeper until his tongue touched Tommy's. The sensation was weird—unlike anything Tommy had ever experienced before. It wasn't particularly stimulating, but he couldn't say it was bad, either. He moved his own tongue experimentally, tried probing Elvin's lips. It still didn't turn him on – it just felt weird. Elvin continued to explore Tommy's mouth and tongue, and Tommy tried to respond, hoping to satisfy Naomi so this could be over. He felt the boy's penis twitch, and then Elvin was shifting his crotch, rubbing his smaller penis against Tommy's. Tommy's penis responded to the situation, and he pushed back, and suddenly the kiss was more interesting, hotter, more earnest. He pressed back against Elvin's lips, wrapping his tongue around the slick wetness of the other boy's, writhing his hips so their penises rubbed wildly together. Elvin finally broke the kiss and drew back.

"Was that good enough?" Elvin asked Naomi earnestly. Naomi nodded, still sketching, and Zandra kept snapping pictures. Elvin turned to face Tommy again, still holding him tightly. "Did you like it?"

Tommy didn't answer. Now that the pelvic sensations had stopped, he felt immediate shame for his actions, shame that Zandra immediately caught on film.

"Should I kiss him again?" Elvin asked. "Didn't he like it?"

"Oh, he liked it," Naomi said. "He's just ashamed that he did. And now I'm done with pictures of kissing. I've got other stuff for you two to do."

"First, Elvin, you need to wash your hands and your little weasel weenie," Naomi said. "You know the rules."

Elvin grinned at Tommy. "Naomi says butt stuff is okay as long as Garret and I wash anything that goes in our butts with soap after we're done so we don't get sick." He scampered out of the room. Naomi turned to Tommy. "Get up," she said. "Get on your knees over here. You're sucking weasel-weenie's dick as soon as he comes back. No hesitation, no discussion – just pull him into you, latch your lips on him as soon as he comes in the door, and suck until he cums. I need pictures of you humiliating yourself with a younger boy."

Great, thought Tommy. Just great. I just had it up my butt, and now I have to take it in my mouth. But it was only fair, after all, Elvin had sucked his. He got up from the bed and dutifully got on his knees, his penis, to his shame, standing erect out in front of him. The three girls looked at him in silence, the younger two smirking at his discomfort, as they waited for Elvin's return. Elvin came thumping back into the door, his midsection still glistening with moisture, his penis erect from being handled in the bathroom. He looked at the tableau, Tommy on his knees looking shamed, the girls looking expectant. "He's going to suck me?" he asked, a smile breaking across his face. "All right!" he raced over to Tommy and stood in front of him, his legs apart, his face looking down expectantly. Xandra readied the camera and Naomi picked up her sketch pad.

Tommy gulped, then put his left hand around Elvin's thighs, pulling him closer. With his right, he guided Elvin's pulsing but velvety-skinned little mushroom head into his mouth, keeping his hand at the base to guide it. Elvin smelled strongly of soap and tasted of nothing at all. The boy's little penis seemed much bigger in Tommy's mouth. And though it was the same size as Chad's, it didn't feel like Chad's at all. The upward curve made the shaft push more strongly against Tommy's tongue, and at the same time the tip pushed more firmly against the top of Tommy's mouth. Concentrating, Tommy tried to work his tongue around the ridge of Elvin's bulging glans like Elvin had done to him, exploring the bulge of skin at the bottom and swirling around the head, even letting the tip of his tongue explore the pee slit and probe it delicately. Elvin stiffened and sucked in his breath. "Feels nice," he breathed, putting his hands on Tommy's head and pulling him closer. Tommy sucked harder, feeling the penis in his mouth pulse. His own penis throbbed, aching for touch, and he took his hand off the base of Elvin's penis and began stroking his own, sucking harder as he did. Xandra was going wild with the camera, squatting to shoot pictures of Tommy stroking himself from between Elvin's spread legs, shooting pictures from the back and side of Tommy's head at Elvin's groin and longer shots of the two boys together. The sensation in Tommy's own penis made him suck harder, try earnestly to make this other boy feel good. At this point he was oblivious to the three girls, didn't even notice Melissa grinning openly and slipping a hand down the front of her pants where he fingers began working busily under the cloth as he breath began coming in shorter and shorter gasps.

With a little series of yips, Elvin gripped Tommy's head tightly and rammed his penis into Tommy's mouth as far as it would go, his butt contracting repeatedly under Tommy's left hand, the head of his penis growing impossibly big as it pulsed in Tommy's mouth. Tommy sucked harder, wanting Elvin to have the biggest orgasm ever, to acknowledge that Tommy was good. At the same time, he stroked his own penis faster, feeling liquid pressure building up in the base. He was close, oh, so close!

Elvin pushed Tommy's head away, withdrawing his now rapidly softening penis. Tommy redoubled his stroking of his own penis. Naomi suddenly reached down and grasped Tommy's hair, yanking it up and pulling Tommy suddenly to his feet.

Tommy's ardor came to an abrupt halt. "Owwww!" he complained, his hands shooting up to try to grasp his hair and protect it. His unfulfilled penis bobbed in front of him, the contractions of orgasm choked off just before he came.

"Stand up!" Naomi ordered. "If you're going to pleasure yourself, we want to be able to see you clearly!"

Tommy looked at her, his face registering his pain and confusion. His penis began drooping, the excitement draining out of him. Naomi kept her grip on his hair. "Well?" she said.

"What?" Tommy croaked, his disappointment at the lost orgasm palpable.

Naomi let go of his hair with a jerk. "If you're going to play with yourself, you're doing it standing up so we all can see! And we want your eyes open, so you can see we're all watching you!"

Tommy let his hands fall to his sides. "No, that's okay," he said. "I'm done." His penis agreed, drooping between his legs. Zandra and Melissa smirked from their position several feet away.

"That wasn't a suggestion, that was an order," Naomi snapped. "Get that dick in your hand and whack off right now! I need self-abuse pictures for my exhibition – even an idiot like you should be able to see that!"

"But---but I don't feel like it any more," Tommy protested.

"Even better," Naomi said. "That way we can see you start soft and slowly get yourself up – it's more realistic that way than if you start hard."

"But..." Tommy said again.

"Just do it," Elvin piped up. "Or you'll get us whacked in the balls. Maybe even spanked, too." He was wiping Tommy's spit off his penis gently with a paper towel, dabbing delicately due to post-orgasmic sensitivity.

"He's right," Naomi said grimly. "Now get to whacking!"

Tommy, flushing, slowly moved his right hand into position and began stroking his soft penis. He'd never felt less like masturbating in his life. He'd just sucked Elvin, sucked him enthusiastically in front of the girls. And now they all were watching while he played with himself. And, having been cheated of its orgasm, his penis felt like a dead thing in his hand, all interest in sex gone.

It took Tommy what seemed like an eternity to make his penis hard enough to get a good grip on it and stroke it, and even longer before the good feelings began building up inside. It didn't help that the girls and even Elvin spent the whole time with their eyes alternating between his crotch and his face. While he was flaccid, their obvious contempt for the soft state of his organ was patent, and once he finally got hard he could still feel their contempt, this time for the perceived inadequacy of his organ. Only Elvin looked at him admiringly, obviously eager to see the other boy shoot his stuff in the open.

Finally, though, the familiar feelings took over, and Tommy rose on his toes, spurting a watery drop of two that barely cleared his penis, and a dribble that followed that rolled down the underside and onto his fingers. Elvin obligingly offered him a towel. "You didn't shoot much stuff," he commented. "It felt like more in my mouth."

"Boys do get milked dry eventually if they cum much in a short time period," Naomi commented. "And immature little twerps like Wiener Boy run out of fluid the quickest."

"Still, that was cool!" Elvin said. "I can't wait until I can do that!"

"I can," Melissa said. "It's messy."

Naomi straightened up and flipped her sketch pad around so Tommy could see her drawing. It depicted him in perfect detail, his hand frantically stroking a pathetically soft penis, his face a combination of dismay and shame. It wasn't at all how he pictured himself when masturbating, but it had a ring of truth to it.

"Now I need some foot shots, and then we'll be wrapping up and sending Wiener Boy on his way," she said.

Elvin's face fell. "We were just starting to have fun," he complained.

"You can invite Garrett over and have fun with him later," Naomi said.

"But.." Elvin protested.

"Do you need The Cage?" Naomi asked.

Elvin jumped off of Tommy, the latter's penis registering its disappointment at the cessation of contact. "No, Ma'am," he said. He looked at Tommy. "They do that to punish me when they don't want to spank me."

"Sometimes we don't want him going around with his little butt red or blistered all the time," Zandra added. "You have to let him heal now and then."

"Yeah," Elvin said. "The Cage is a little cylinder they have just bigger than my weenie that snaps around it. It has spikes all over the inside. There's just enough room for my weenie in there when it's soft. If it starts to get hard, the spikes poke you. So you can't get all the way hard, because when you start to get hard, it hurts, and it hurts more the harder you get. But you always get a little hard, anyway, so you go around getting poked just a little. At least I do. So you stay all horny and unsatisfied until they take it off again."

He turned back to Naomi. "I'll be good," he promised. "So can Garrett come over?"

"We'll see," Naomi said. "God, you're horny. Typical boy!" She gave him a fond glance. Then she looked at Tommy. "Time for foot pictures," she said cheerfully. She glanced at Elvin, who was gently stroking his curved little penis unconsciously. "You – go put that away! Put some clothes on! No more wiener play until Garrett comes over – a little sexual frustration will do you some good!"

Elvin dropped his penis like it was radioactive and dashed out of the room, his little butt flashing Tommy as he left. Naomi turned to Tommy. "Back on the bed. Like back and look at me from between you feet – the hard dick just adds to the picture."

Zandra picked up the camera, setting up and making numerous shots of Tommy's feet from various angles and all of Tommy from various angles off the bed, concentrating from down by his feet and shooting upward. Tommy, not knowing what to do with his hands, simply let them rest at his sides on the bed. His penis sagged between his legs, mostly covering his balls, the end swollen in typical post-orgasm state. He couldn't get the feel or the sight of Elvin out of his mind. Naomi, meanwhile, rapidly finished a sketch, which she showed to Tommy several minutes later. Tommy looked at the drawing with chagrin. He looked truly pathetic in it! His feet, nearest the camera, were huge. Farther back in the picture, his penis looked pitiful and forlorn, like a sagging, droopy, wrinkled thing. What could be seen of his balls behind it looked positively tiny. And far off in the picture, small and distant, his face, bisected by the penis and looking fuzzy and indistinct. Like he felt a lot of the time these days, Tommy realized.

Naomi took one hand and picked up Tommy's right foot, feeling the instep and spreading his toes one by one to look between them. She sketched several more pictures of just his feet, making him flare his toes, tense his muscles, and curl his toes in successive pictures. Meanwhile, Melissa had settled on the side of the bed where she pinned his arm with her butt and then began playing idly with his penis tip, stroking under the ridge of the head and running her fingers tantalizingly along the shaft. It, in response, quickly erected despite all the work it had been doing lately. The whole sensation was very frustrating for Tommy – the touch was just enough to leave him craving more firm contact, but not enough to start the wondrous, slow build toward orgasm.

Elvin reappeared, dressed in simple soccer shorts and a t- shirt with a Chicago Bulls logo on it. "She likes to do that," he commented. "Drives me crazy, 'cause she won't let you cum for hours."

"That's not true," Melissa said, pouting. "I never seem to be able to hold you down for longer than about half an hour at most."

"seems like hours," Elvin retorted. "Especially at the end, when you want to cum so bad you can't stand it."

"It's good training for you," Naomi said from behind the sketch pad. "You have to learn to hold off until your partner is satisfied."

"That's easy with Garrett," Elvin commented. "He's satisfied in about 30 seconds most of the time."

"Not all your partners are going to be horn-dog pre-teen boys," Naomi replied. "You have to be able to satisfy girls, too. And girls prefer a multi-course meal to a burger and fries, if you know what I mean."

"Not really," Elvin said. "Why wouldn't you want to cum as quick as you could? Then you can cum again later."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "You'll learn once you start wet orgasms," she said. "Just ask Wiener Boy, here. You only make so much stuff in a day, and the bigger the load, the better it feels when you cum. I make my men lay off at least two days between orgasms so they appreciate me more. They about explode when they cum, then."

"Two days!" Elvin squealed. "How can they stand it! I bet they cheat when you're not around."

"No they don't," Naomi said with a knowing smile. "They know I'd catch them, and punish them, just like I punish you."

"Just like me? You spank 'em and stuff?" Elvin said, looking interested.

"Actually, I prefer to slipper my boys," Naomi said smoothly. "It's a grand old English punishment that causes the maximum of surface pain with a minimum of scarring. And the tawse is very nice, too. That's a leather strap that really stings the masculine butt. Keep misbehaving and you'll find out personally. But actually, what I do with my men is really none of your business. Besides, you're more Melissa's boy than mine."

"For now," Elvin said. "But I can't marry her or stick my wiener in her, 'cause she's my cousin," he added. "Mom says so. So I'll be somebody else's boy eventually."

"But for now, you'll answer to us," Naomi said firmly. "Now go get those clothes I set aside for Wiener Boy here to wear home, and put his wet things in a bag for him to carry."

Elvin scampered off. Naomi turned to Tommy. "Get up," she said. "You're going to get dressed, then we're going to take a few more pictures, and then we're taking you home."

Tommy felt a huge relief come over him. Home. Even with a vengeful older sister there, it still sounded wonderful. Besides, Beth had said she was done punishing him for the day as soon as he got home. He'd just have to get dressed, and let her take her pictures, and then he'd be on his way.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a thought came nagging at him. Pictures of what? Didn't she already have pictures of him dressed in his own clothes? He assumed she'd be dressing him in some of Elvin's clothes – they might be a bit small, but they would still be better than being naked. Maybe she wanted pictures of him in tight stuff, try to embarrass him with jeans that showed off his butt and his package or something.

Naomi and the other girls set about neatening up the room, making the bed, putting things away, and generally ignoring him. After awhile, Elvin returned and handed Tommy a bag full of his still wet clothing. He had a second bag in his other hand.

"Oh, there you are," Naomi said. "Give him the underpants first."

Elvin poked his head in the bag, fishing out a small, neatly folded hunk of white cloth. Tommy took them and shook them out. It would be wonderful to be wearing underpants again. He looked at them, trying to find the fly that marked the front. Odd, they were all in one piece front and back, with no fly or anything. Tommy knew that some underwear was like that, especially some fancy brands. But the cloth was weird, too – more slippery, like silk or nylon rather than the absorbent cotton he was used to. He looked for a tag in back, but found only a small tag on the right side, with the number "3" on it. Weirder and weirder. But they were underpants, and they were clean, if a bit worn looking – he wouldn't fault Elvin for his choice of briefs, his mom probably bought them. He pulled them up, where they clung tightly to his still erect genitals, outlining them neatly. In fact, the shadow of his genitals could be seen through the translucent cloth. The silky fabric felt strange on his genitals – quite stimulating, actually.

"You wear weird underpants," he commented to Elvin. Elvin blinked, looking slightly confused by the comment. "Really," Tommy added. "What kind of underwear are these?" he added, pulling the front out and letting go of it, finding that, to his consternation, they merely snapped back to hug his genitals.

Elvin's expression cleared. "Oh, you mean those! They aren't mine," he added. "I wear what underpants like Garrett and the other boys."

"Then whose..." Tommy asked, looking down at himself again. Realization was dawning, slowly. The odd size tag, on the side rather than the back. No fly. Silky stuff rather than cotton. No room for his genitals. "Nooooo!" he squealed. He reached for the waistband and began jerking them down.

"Freeze, boy!" Naomi said, grabbing his arm. "Get those back on right now!"

"But they're girls' panties!" Tommy squealed. "I can't wear girls' panties!"

"I suppose you could go home naked, " Naomi said in reply. "But it would probably cause a bit of a stir, even in my neighborhood, even in this town. Besides, you're going to have to get dressed up in this stuff first, whether you wear it home or not, because I need some cross-dressing pictures for my exhibit. You know, boy pervert dresses in sister's clothes when she's not around, gets all hot and hard from it!" She pointed at Tommy's now erect phallus. Tommy, frozen in the act of lowering the panties, pulled them guiltily back up over his genitals, which didn't help a bit to conceal his arousal.

"You'll make a cute girl, anyway," Zandra prompted. "Even cuter than Elvin when we make him dress up."

Tommy looked questioningly at Elvin. "I only did it once," Elvin said sheepishly. "Because it was that or get a big spankin' and then The Cage for a whole day, and I was feeling really horny, so I didn't want the cage. And I only had to walk around the block in them, so not that many people saw me or made fun of me."

"But they're girls' clothes!" Tommy protested. "People will think I like wearing girls' stuff!"

Zandra held up a frilly blouse with a picture of Winnie the Pooh on the left side. "You'll be cute," she said. "The skirt has Tigger on it."

"But ... but.... but I can't wear girls' clothes!" Tommy said indignantly.

"You can and you will," Naomi said. "Unless you and Elvin want your smacks on the balls now."

Elvin's eyes widened. "Just say yes," he counseled. "I don't want my balls smacked."

"I don't know, it might be fun," Melissa said, grinning. "Maybe you'll both throw up!"

"You're going to put them on, anyway," Naomi said. "You can decide after I've got my pictures if you want to leave them on to go home."

"I won't," Tommy said flatly.

"Fine by me," Naomi said, "If you'd rather walk home naked that's fine by me – frankly, if I had a cock as small as yours I wouldn't go for that, but it's your choice. For now, let's get you dressed, at least partially. Then we'll work on your makeup." She looked sharply at Elvin. "Aren't you forgetting something, young man?" Elvin looked blank. Naomi made a gesture Tommy couldn't see because she was turned away from him.

"Oh!" Elvin exclaimed. He reached in the back, took out something with dangling straps. What was that, some sort of athletic supporter?"

"See, we've got this lovely padded bra for you," Naomi cooed, holding the garment up so Tommy could see. "Give you what nature left out."

"Make you all pretty," Zandra added.

"But, but, ..." Tommy sputtered. A bra?!! He couldn't wear a bra! He'd be a laughingstock if anyone near his home saw him! But Naomi was already strapping it to his chest. He looked down in wonder as it appeared that he'd suddenly sprouted tits. Naomi fastened the back tightly. Tommy turned an almost purple color.

"That'll do for now," Naomi said, appraising him. Elvin was grinning, as were the other girls. Tommy wondered how he looked. Zandra reached over and took him by the hand.

"Let's take our star to makeup," she said. She smirked at Tommy. "Although he already looks better than 'Lissa."