Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 42

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 42
by Chadlad

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Chapter 42: Tommy Comes and Goes

Tommy returned to consciousness slowly, muzzily. Where was he? He opened his eyes, and blinked. Things swam around in circles. He shut his eyes again, tried squeezing them hard. He felt better with his eyes shut. Less woozy. But lying there with his eyes shut, he became aware of a second sensation emanating from the area of his groin. A hot, wet sensation. Someone was licking his dick! Licking it like a lollipop! His eyes snapped open, the view still blurry and speckled with black spots. He squinted. A dark head was between him and his view of his dick, moving eagerly up and down it, licking. Serena? Off and on, over the last year, he'd fantasized Serena Cay sucking his dick while he was playing with himself alone in his bed, but he'd never dreamed she would be here in person.

Where was here, anyway? His body was responding to her frenzied licking. He was making little involuntary contraction of his pelvic muscles, thrusting his dick in the air at her eager mouth and tongue. The pressure of impending orgasm began building within him. Should he come while Serena was licking him? Did she even know that boys came, and that they squirted when they came? And how did Serena get in his bedroom anyway?

Tommy's vision cleared a little, though his thoughts remained fuzzy and unfocused, cleared enough to recognize that it wasn't Serena who was licking him. Her head was bigger than that, her hair much darker, not this medium brown. What had brown hair like that? Jesse! It was his best friend Jesse! Why was Jesse licking his dick? Well, because he's always wanted to, a voice Tommy's head said. And you wanted him to, also. Where had those thoughts come from? At the base of his consciousness, somewhere, there was a warning throb. Something bad had happened. Something involving Jesse. Something shameful. Something he was trying not to think about. He'd had a fight with Jesse, hadn't he? Told Jesse they weren't friends any more. Why had he done that?

A memory crystallized in his mind, cold and clear. Him lying, half asleep, face down and naked on the bed. Jesse rubbing his back, making him relax, making him feel good, then straying down to his butt, rubbing his butt, making him hard, moving between Tommy's legs—Jesse had tried to reach between his legs! He remembered, now, how he'd sat up in shock, fled the room, came back determined to make Jesse as uncomfortable as Jesse had made him – get him back for the unsettled feelings that Jesse had stirred up in him.

And then the mad rush of desire that had overwhelmed him, desire and power as he pinned the helpless smaller boy, separated his tight buns, and forced his dick up Jesse's virgin butt. But it hadn't been Jesse he'd rammed his dick into with such strong feelings of power and lust. It had been his little cousin Gabriel that he'd fucked in the butt instead. He'd discovered his mistake too late, only after being caught red handed still on top the younger boy by his brother Chad. And he'd hurt his cousin – hurt him badly, made his butt hole tear and bleed. And then his sister Beth had come in, and he'd been spanked, naked in the living room by her and then by Gabriel's protective older sister. That had been bad enough, painful and embarrassing both, but he'd followed that with an even more embarrassing and painful paddling from Gabriel in the back yard, with an entire troop of girl scouts watching and cheering as Gabriel broke the paddle over Tommy's butt, leaving his butt blistered and sore. He remembered masturbating in front of the girls beforehand, not knowing they were watching, and the humiliating bath they gave him in the backyard afterward, six young girls handling his private parts, playing with his penis, tickling his balls, inserting their soapy fingers up his butt one after the other, creating a burning in his rectum to match the burning of his well paddled butt.

And today, that humiliating walk around the block on all fours like a dog, his penis and scrotum humiliatingly shriveled in the cold. Mrs. Raphael looking at his genitals with scorn, the way she'd looked at his brother Chad's smaller package when he was being punished. And then sudden appearance of Serena Cay, the disappointment clear on her face at she looked over his naked body, mentally weighing and dismissing his genital package. And then the Bascomb kids, and the carrot up his butt, and the humiliation of pooping it out in public in the front yard! Grunting like a little boy with constipation as he tried to force the awful thing out of his rectum. And then he'd gone with that awful Naomi woman and suffered horrible humiliations! He remembered it all now! Peeing his pants! Having casting made of his torso and Naomi taking that awful plaster penis up his butt -- a process made even more humiliating by the fact that it was a casting taken from a real boys penis! They'd diapered him, made him poop his pants and cleaned him up, tricked him into butt-fucking still another boy, the cheerful and highly-sexed Elvin, as they captured all of his torment with camera and drawings. Then he'd talked himself into agreeing to let Elvin spank him, and fuck him up the butt in return, and then there had been the pictures of him photo copying his butt, and then Elvin had gotten into trouble, and had gotten a horrible spanking from Naomi -- no, a paddling, with a Tommy's dick in his mouth as a gag. Tommy remembered his fear that Elvin was going to bite him despite the rubber bite bar that Elvin was wearing, and he remembered Elvin' s teeth pinching him a couple of times and himself getting hard at the stimulation. And then Elvin's awful paddling had been over, but his sadistic sister had crushed the boy's balls, ground together until he threw up in agony, his stomach contents landing on Tommy's genitals and stomach. And then Elvin had been installed in the corner to cry and fight the urge to soothe his sore behind. And they'd put the little dog on the bed to clean Tommy up, and then the dog had lunged for Tommy's penis then, closed his sharp little teeth around it--

Tommy snapped wide awake and conscious, and at the same time his vision magically cleared. A dog! A little dog was licking his penis! Had apparently licked his stomach and butt clean while Tommy had been unconscious after fainting from fright in the mistaken belief the dog was biting his penis off. Tommy explored the nerve endings in his genital appendages. He couldn't feel any pain at all there, only residual burning in his rectum from Elvin's little penis and the now familiar low-level throb of his still-sore butt. The dog hadn't bitten his penis off when he'd lunged for it! He hadn't even hurt it, apparently! The only signals coming from that organ were pure pleasure emanating from it and running up his spine as the little dog entusiastically licked it. So much pleasure that he was going to cum! He tightened his butt, starting to lift it off the bed as he arched his back and curled his toes. He was almost there!

"That's enough!" Naomi said suddenly, lifting the dog off of Tommy and depositing it unceremoniously on the floor. "He's clean enough."

"But I was almost there!" Tommy blurted out without thinking.

Naomi arched an eyebrow. "Really? Isn't that too bad! So tell me, why should I care that some pervert little boy doesn't get his rocks off?" She turned away from Tommy, who shivered with frustration as he felt the impending orgasm feeling start draining out of him. He almost reached for his dick, to finish himself off, but the sight of Zandra and Melissa looking on eagerly made him hesitate. That's what they wanted him to do! He'd probably get punished, maybe as badly as Elvin, if he tried to bring himself off.

Naomi was setting the dog on the floor. Suddenly she turned back to Tommy with an expression that could have served as the dictionary definition of "evil smirk." "Tell you what," she said, grinning widely enough it looked like she might swallow him up. Since you want to cum so badly, I might as well oblige you. It just occurred to me that I don't have any pictures of you doing, the most embarrassing thing that you boys do, the one you'd never want your sisters or mothers to see -- playing with yourself! So you just shut your eyes, lie back on the bed, and jerk off like you boys do every chance you get. And we'll get some pictures while you do it. Besides, it'll be a good experience for Melissa. She's only seen Elvin do it, and as you should know by now Elvin is kind of a weasel dick and probably not the best male example. Besides, all you boys do it differently -- it'll give her a chance to broaden her experience."

Tommy shuddered with embarrassment. Jerk off in front of them? Three girls? "I don't feel like it anymore," he said.

"That's just too bad, isn't it?" Naomi said. "I said jerk off, and that's what you're going to do! Now get your hand on your dick and get to work!"

Tommy hesitated, thinking furiously. How he going to get out of this? "But I'm not hard anymore," he said. "Besides, I like to use lotion to do it, and there isn't any here." There, he hoped that would work.

Zandra walked calmly to the dresser and opened it, poking her head in. "So," she said, holding up bottles as she went along. "Do you prefer of Vaseline, Lubriderm, Nivea, Avon Skin So Soft, or this generic stuff we got from Sam's Club?"

"Give him the generic," Naomi said. "We don't want to waste the good stuff on his ugly little dick." Zandra shut the drawer and tossed the bottle in the bed beside Tommy. "Now pump some of that into your hand and get to work! Unless you'd like the same treatment I just gave Elvin to encourage you! And when I say to encourage you, I don't mean instead of! If you don't start whacking off right now, I'll paddle you the way I just did him, and then I'll make you whack off afterward. A nice sore butt should make your dick get even harder!"

Feeling like a trapped animal, Tommy gamely pumped lotion into the palm of his right hand. He shut his eyes. I'll pretend they're not here, he told himself. It's just me in my bedroom, everyone else is out, I'm all alone. He slowly lifted his hand and closed it around his penis, savoring the feel the cool lotion on his warm soft skin, the internal anticipation that always came with this moment. Spreading the lotion around his semi soft organ, he slowly began stroking himself. His penis hardened immediately, the ridge of the head expanding, so that he could squeeze harder, increase sensation. He lowered his other hand to his balls, cupping them firmly and squeezing just a bit, massaging them almost to the point of pain, the way he liked to when jerking off. His butt began twitching as orgasm built inside him quickly. Grimacing, he redoubled his efforts, his fist tightening as he fought to keep his strokes nice and slow, let the feeling build inside him. He moved his left hand and cupped them under his balls as the pressure of orgasm began rising, pushing them up so that the base of his fist struck them with each down stroke, struck them harder and harder until his fist was making little smacking noises against his balls and the ache that was producing heightened his excitement. With a little moan, he arched his back and lifted his butt clear off the bed, stabbing his dick at the air as it pulsed, smacking his balls even harder on the downstroke, then squeezing the head of his penis tightly as it struggled in his hand and, somehow, magically, managed to conjure up a thin, watery smatter of droplets that barely cleared his penis head and seeped between his fingers. How it times has he cum today, anyway? he wondered idly. He stopped his hand as his penis became overly sensitive, squeezing it hard and enjoying the post orgasmic glow. He'd have to get up to get some tissues, clean himself up before Chad came home. He opened his eyes, returning to his senses with a shock. He wasn't in his room, he still at Naomi's art studio, with three smirking girls grinning down at him.

"That was the bomb!" Melissa exclaimed. "Did you see how he peed on himself at the end!"

"That wasn't pee, that was semen, you dork!" Zandra chided. "Honest-to-goodness dick snot! Stuff that can make you pregnant!"

"Really?" Melissa said. "I thought it was supposed to be cloudy and thick."

"It is on real men," Naomi said. "But Wiener Girl here is still just a little boy. You're lucky he can ejaculate at all." She tossed a pair of paper towels at Tommy's midsection. "Clean that disgusting mess up," she said.

Tommy took the towels in his left hand and began wiping himself. Zandra looked at him with a smirk of her own. "So, Wiener Boy," she began, "do you always beat your little balls like that when you jerk off? Doesn't that hurt?"

Tommy froze at her question. He hadn't really thought about it before, but he did beat his balls up pretty good when he masturbated, he realized. Sometimes they even ached afterward. He reddened at the thought that these girls now knew him intimately, even more intimately than he knew himself, apparently.

Melissa, meanwhile, had her own comments. "Did you get the way his face screwed up when he peed his stuff out?" she asked.

"Ejaculated," Naomi corrected. "Pee comes from the bladder. Ejaculate comes from his balls and his prostate gland.

"Who cares," Melissa said.

"You'd better," Naomi retorted. "No girl every got pregnant from pee."

Melissa looked suitably chastened. Turning back to Zandra, she continued. "But did you get his face? He looked like he was trying to poop or something! Like it hurt!"

In answer, Zandra pressed some buttons on the camera and passed it to Melissa. Melissa looked at the screen and began giggling, turning it so that Tommy could see the screen, too.

Tommy's jaw dropped. His face was contorted, his eyes squeezed shut hard, his mouth tensed and partly open. He looked ridiculous. Did he always look that silly when he came?

Naomi, meanwhile, had turned to Elvin in the corner. "If you're through crying, Elvin, you may leave the corner, and you have my permission to talk again, and to rub yourself."

Tommy turned his head to look at Elvin, who he'd forgotten, in his embarrassment, was still in the room. Elvin turned slowly around, the movement of his stiff, sore butt obviously painful. His hands slowly reached for his backside, cupping and caressing his blistered bottom. His face was flushed, and his eyes a bit puffy, and snot was smeared all over his lower face and upper chest, but otherwise, he didn't look too bad for a boy whose butt had been blistered just moments before. And to Tommy's amazement, his penis was stiff and curved up tight against him, so that he once again resembled a suitcase with his penis as the curved handle for carrying him. He gently caressed his butt, feeling the blistered surface and wincing at the contact. Then he looked up at Naomi seriously. "Thank you for paddling me, ma'am" he said after trying a few times to make his voice work. The words came out hoarsely. "I'm sorry I was a bad boy and forgot to put the dog out," he added. "I'll try to do better in the future, but if I mess up again, I hope you'll paddle me even longer and harder that you did this time." He turned to Zandra and Melissa. "Thank you for making my lesson stronger by witnessing my paddling. I apologize for making so much noise while being spanked, and I apologize for throwing up while receiving genital chas- genital chas…" he gulped noisily and looked helplessly at Naomi. "I can't ever remember that part," he said in a frightened voice.

"Genital chastisement," Naomi corrected, crossing her arms.

"Gential chastisement," Elvin echoed." He gulped again. "Are you going to punish me for throwing up and forgetting what to say?"

"I'll let it slide this time if you thank Wiener Girl for his part in helping you get your paddling," Naomi said.

Elvin turned to Tommy. "Thank you for letting me use your weenie to make me quieter while I got paddled. I hope I didn't hurt you too much -- it was hard not to bite down at the end. And I'm sorry I threw up on you.". He managed a halfhearted smile at Tommy.

"Okay," Naomi said. "You're forgiven, but don't let it happen again."

Elvin relaxed and smiled, turning back to Tommy. "I couldn't help biting, she really burned my butt! And your weenie is a lot bigger than Garrett's!" He paused. "I like it," he added shyly. His smile returned. "And I tried not to throw up, but Naomi squeezed me real hard this time!" He thought about what he'd just said and looked quickly back at Naomi. "Not that I didn't deserve it!" he quickly added.

"Darn right," Naomi said. "It's all any of you dick faces deserve. You should be squeezed like that on a daily basis just to remind you of your place," Naomi said. She smiled. "But, on the balance, you were a good boy to have taking your paddling so well. Wiener Girl here could learn a few things from you. You may go to Melissa for your treat."

Tommy stared in amazement as Elvin, still wincing with each step and clutching his butt, walked over to Melissa. Melissa put an arm around his chest, and turned him so he was facing Tommy, then hugged him close from behind, pulling him against her. Elvin continued caressing his butt gingerly, but a grin had broken out on his face. Melissa reached around him with her other hand and held it out, Zandra picking up the lotion bottle from beside Tommy and squirting a copious quantity on her palm. She immediately closed her fist on her cousin's already hardening little shaft and began slowly, sensuously stroking him. Elvin shut his eyes were and began breathing deeply, his body moving to a gentle rhythm under his cousin's stroking hand. In less than a minute, his face contorted, (Heck, he looks just like I did, Tommy thought) and he let out series of yips as he bucked his hips wildly into Melissa's stroking hand. He immediately sagged against her and resumed rubbing his butt. His eyes opened and he grinned at Tommy. "It's 10 times better than doing it yourself!" he exclaimed.

Tommy stared at the other boy, his puzzlement obvious in his face. The boy had just been paddled! Hard! His little butt was still beet red, with painful looking blisters in the centers of each bun and on his sit spots. It had to hurt something awful! He still vividly remember the pain of his own paddling by his cousin Gabriel, a paddling that had left him crying for at least a half-hour afterward. Sex would've been the last thing on his mind immediately after his paddling. He couldn't imagine how Elvin had even managed to get it up with his butt hurting as badly as it had to hurt, let alone figure out how Elvin managed to look so nonchalant afterward.

Elvin himself, surprisingly intuitive, interpreted Tommy's puzzlement with ease. "It still hurts like a mother," he said. "I won't be able to sit down the rest of the day. And I'll have to sit down tomorrow, because I have to go back to school, but I won't like it. But that makes it better when Melissa does me! I mean, it's like my butt is all hot, but my weenie is nice and cool from the lotion, and her hand feels so good, and -- well, it's hard to explain. But I always get hard and horny after I've been spanked."

"I can explain it," Zandra said. "We've been pleasuring Elvin after his spankings since he was five. We used to sneak around and do it after his mom spanked him, because we felt sorry for him, and a good weenie rub would make him stop crying. When he was seven, our aunt caught Melissa and me doing it. We thought we were dead for sure, but she just smiled and said it was nice that we cared so much about our cousin, and that perhaps giving him pleasure if he was a good boy after each spanking would make him hold still better during the spankings and behave himself. And it did! It only took one good paddling by his mother with no weenie rub following it to convince Elvin it was better to obey and hold still when being paddled or spanked then not."

"The good thing about it," Naomi said, taking up the tale, "is the Elvin now realizes the truth, that every boy and man should be submissive to the females in his life, and that submission is associated with pleasure as well as pain. Yes, we'll discipline Elvin when he deserves it, and that discipline maybe as painful as it was today, possibly even almost unbearable. But pleasure will always follow if remembers his place. And that's why Elvin gets hard and horny when he gets spanked or paddled, because he knows the pleasure is coming."

"Besides," Elvin said, chiming in. "Melissa will rub lotion on my butt tonight when I go to bed and every morning and night until my blisters are gone. And if I'm real good, she'll suck me after she rubs in the lotion. And I love it when she sucks me in the morning after she's rubbed my butt, and I gotta pee real bad too -- you have the best orgasms ever then! And it feels good to pee afterward, too!"

"Enough chit chat," Naomi said. "Time to make Wiener Girl here look a bit more feminine." Moments later, Tommy found himself stepping back into the girls' panties, and having the bra snapped around him, then trooping take back down the hall to the other room. There, the girls seated him in a chair in front of a makeup mirror and proceeded to apply eye shadow, mascara, rouge, and finally lipstick, to his face. Tommy stared at his face in the mirror. He had acquired a definite feminine appearance. Naomi leaned back and studied his countenance. "The hair just won't do," she said. It's too short. Even if we put barrettes in it, he'll still just look like a tranny, not a girl."

"What's a tranny?" Elvin asked.

"A girl who wants to be a boy, or a boy who wants to be a girl," Zandra explained.

"That's stupid," Elvin said. "Why would a boy ever want to be a girl? Weenies are fun, and girls don't have any!"

"Girl parts are fun too, stupid!" Melissa said. "And our parts don't hang out in the way all the time."

"Quiet, you two!" Naomi snapped. "Let me think on this." She looked into space for a minute. "I know!" She suddenly said. She began opening drawers and pawing through things. "I know it's around here somewhere -- I used it for that costume party!" She pulled a box off of a shelf and began throwing things out of it. Finally, she straightened up in triumph. "Here it is!" she said.

Tommy looked. "It" was an improbable lavender wig with hair at least 2 feet long. "I dressed up as Lela from 'Futurama' for a fundraiser," she said. She plopped the thing on Tommy's head, and began pulling, fitting it neatly over his scalp. Tommy looked at himself in the mirror, then did a double take and looked again. He looked like a girl! A very cute girl! A girl who, for some reason, had dyed her hair lavender. The makeup had softened his features and made them more feminine, and the wig completed the process. Naomi smiled at the result, clearly pleased with yourself. "Now we need some pictures, Zandra," she commanded. "Pictures of the beautiful little girl sitting in front of the mirror in her underwear preparing for the day." Zandra began obediently snapping pictures. Tommy's face reddened with embarrassment. People were going to see these pictures -- they were going to think he liked dressing up like a girl! Naomi, taking in his countenance, commented "Ooo, I like that even more! The pouty little girl!"

After several snaps, Naomi ordered Tommy to stand up and face the camera. "Now hooked your thumbs in your panties," she said, "and pull them down until we can see your little stuff. So that it's clear that you're a boy getting off dressing up like a girl!" Tommy hesitated. Naomi cleared her throat. "I could send Elvin for the paddle," she suggested. Sighing, Tommy hooked his thumbs in the front of the skimpy panties and pulled them under his package. To his mortification, his penis began getting hard again.

"Excellent!" Naomi said, picking up her sketchpad as Zandra continued snapping pictures. "The hard on really sells the image! This is a boy who likes dressing as a girl!"

Tommy's blush extended all the way to his chest, but, mindful of Elvin's blistered butt, he stood obediently while Naomi finished her sketch. She turned to the pad to show him the image she'd just drawn. The face that was not his face was staring down at his crotch, a slightly leering expression on it. The hooked thumbs revealed a genital package, identical to his down to the veins, except smaller somehow, more pathetic looking. The whole image was one of a rather pathetic, poorly hung boy excited by the opportunity to put on his sister's panties and bra while the family was out of the house.

"Okay, time to put on your pretty blouse and skirt, Wiener Girl!" Naomi sang out.

Tommy decided to make one last plea. "Do I have to?" He asked pleadingly. "I've tried to be good! I've done everything you asked! Can't I go home in my own clothes? I don't mind that they're a little wet – they'll dry on the way home." He tried his sad puppy dog face on them.

"You're not wearing those wet clothes home," Naomi said. "They smell like pee!"

"Well, could I wear something of Elvin's? He's almost my size," Tommy pleaded."

"Look, you have exactly two choices. You can go home dressed as a girl, or you can go home butt naked!" Naomi began tapping her foot impatiently.

Tommy pondered. Walk home dressed like a girl, or walk all that way butt naked. Chances were that no one would much notice him dressed like a girl, walking with other girls, not even with lavender hair. But they'd certainly notice a naked boy, even in this town. It was a very long walk home, and reasonably cool outside as well. They would almost certainly meet a lot of people on the way. And although a naked boy walking with a bunch of girls would be quite unusual, Tommy didn't think any of the people they meet would do anything about it other than look at his naked body. Chad's experiences of several weeks ago had convinced him that in this town, none of the authorities would look askance at a boy been punished by being forced to go naked in public. Heck, they probably wouldn't do anything if he had to suck Elvin's dick all the way home! And he suspected that a lot of the people they would meet would enjoy the sight of him being forced to walk naked and exposed. A zillion people would see his naked butt, his still red and recently spanked butt, and know his shame. And of course, they'd see his naked privates…his naked privates shrunken from the cool air, sporting no hair at all, making him look like a little boy, not the pubertal preteen he was.

"Okay!" he said. "Okay, I'll wear the girl stuff!" He took the offered shirt and pulled it over his head, discovering to his chagrin that it had both ruffles and lace along with the A. A. Milne character. Worse yet, the skirt had a previously unseen frilly lace belt that Melissa tied into a neat bow behind him. His own shoes went into the carrying bag, too, and instead a pair of women's low heels were slipped on his feet. Tommy felt clumsy in the odd footwear, clumsy and awkward and ridiculous, a feeling that was quickly recorded by Zandra's camera. Elvin was merely watching Tommy's transformation with interest, idly fingering his resurgent erection.

"You look cute," Elvin said giggling. "You look cute enough to do!"

"You did him when he looked like a boy," Melissa said. "You'd do a lamp post if you were horny enough."

"He does look cute, though." Zandra said. She snapped some more pictures of Tommy in the complete outfit. Then Naomi made Tommy lift the skirt in front, hook it under his elbows, and thumb down his panties once again, to demonstrate he was a boy under all that girls' clothing. After that, he had to pose in front of a mirror looking over his shoulder with the back of the skirt flipped up and the panties pulled down, just under his butt, as if he was admiring his bare butt in the mirror surrounded by girls' clothing. Tommy felt dirty by the time they had finished. Elvin was standing beside Tommy, looking at him and half- laughing as he continued fingering his cock.

"What's so funny?" Tommy asked. "I look stupid."

"I like you better as a boy," Elvin agreed. "But I was laughing because you look better in that outfit than Zandra did when she wore it."

"Go get dressed," Naomi snapped to Elvin. "And quit playing with your little prick. No weenie privileges for you until bedtime." Elvin pouted, but raced off to get his clothing. Tommy could barely recognize the person in the mirror. His own face looked back at him, sort of, but it was the face of a somewhat cute girl, in frilly dress, low heels, a ruffled blouse, and flowing lavender hair. He had rouge on his cheeks to accent the blush he now sported, dark mascara around the eyes, and bright red lips painted into a permanent pout. Tommy looked away from his image, blushing more deeply. He hoped they wouldn't meet anyone on the way home

"Just one more thing before we go," Naomi said, as Elvin came bustling in, looking rather cute in his soccer shorts and t-shirt. "Potty time for both of you. I always make Elvin go potty before we leave, and you're no different than Elvin in any fundamental way, at least not in any way that involves your little dick." She pointed to the toilet. Elvin immediately bellied up to it, yanking down the front of his pants and holding them below his little wiener, peeing copiously and noisily without hesitation. Tommy looked at Naomi.

"I don't have to go," Tommy said. Elvin finished peeing and let his pants top snap back into place, relying on the front of his underpants to catch the last drops. Actually, Tommy was laying – he had to go rather badly. The little squirt that he'd let out earlier onto the floor of the bedroom had done little to provide any substantial relief for his bladder.

"Too bad you don't' have to go," Naomi said, settling down on a three-legged stool. "Because we're going to stay here and wait until you go, and I mean really go, not just a dribble."

Tommy crossed his arms and stood back. Naomi smiled back at him pleasantly. Tommy shifted positions. Now that she'd mentioned it, he really had to go. "All right," he growled. He walked to the toilet and pulled up the front of his skirt, trying to hold it out of the way while he pulled down the front of his panties. The skirt flopped down over his genitals again. Tommy hiked it up impatiently in front, trying to get a clear path for his penis to do its work. Zandra flitted around him, snapping pictures and grinning at Tommy's contortions. He must look ridiculous standing to pee in girls' clothing. Now he wished he'd sat down to start with, but that would have been humiliating, too, especially in front of another boy.

Finally, pee-urge burning within him, Tommy was able to get all the feminine garments out of the way, although the process required him to thrust forward at a ridiculous angle, so that his penis and scrotum both projected outward from his body prominently.. He tried to release his stream. Nothing happened, except that the pee-burn at the sphincter intensified. They stood that way for several moments.

"Pee already," Elvin said.

"I can't," Tommy whispered. "It won't go."

"Maybe he needs some help," Elvin suggested. "I could turn on the water faucet."

"Nah, he just needs some encouragement. Maybe we should stuff the plaster weenie up his butt again, real fast this time!"

Fear shot through Tommy. "Nooooo!" he wailed in panic. "You can't!" His heart raced as he thought about the pain of having the plaster penis shoved up his butt. His butt hole had already been thoroughly stretched out by the thing, not to mention the thorough reaming that Elvin had given him. Although the Elvin thing wasn't bad, really. It hurt when the boy's dick went in him, and he wasn't sure he would ever get used the fullness it created or the burning it left behind. Yet something in him wanted to try it again. But the plaster penis, that was different. It just plain hurt – hurt like a mother, as Elvin would say.

Unseen by Tommy, Zandra had popped out of the room. She came running back in, holding the plaster replica with its sharply curved shaft and prominent head in her hand. Fear coursed through Tommy. He opened his mouth to wail in protest, and lost control, jetting pee out of himself in fright, spraying the toilet, the wall, and the floor. He rapidly corralled himself, finishing in the toilet. He could feel his blush spreading down his chest. He peed all over the floor like a toddler! He stood there holding his dress out of the way and his panties down, petrified with mortification. Naomi sighed with exasperation and began digging in the cupboard under the sink, handing him cleanser, a roll of paper towels, and a scrub brush. "I should paddle you for that," she said. "But I promised Beth and I wouldn't damage you any more than absolutely necessary." Tommy came back to life and pulled his panties back up, letting the dress fall. He sighed, got on his knees, and started cleaning up his mess. Naomi disappeared for a few minutes, but Tommy intent on his work, didn't notice. He was on all fours, leaning his face down to reach under the toilet where he'd sprayed, when he suddenly felt Naomi settle beside him and grip him around the waist, flipping his skirt up and pulling his panties down in back in a fluid motion.

"Hold still," she said. He felt the familiar plaster phallus probe his anus. "Nooooo!" he wailed, trying to rise. Naomi, merely gripping him harder, slid the greased plaster penis smoothly up his rectum until it was all the way in. Tommy, despite a desire to look tough in front of Elvin, squealed as a sharp pain stabbed his rectum. It quickly faded away, though, leaving only a dull burning and that full rectum feeling he detested, so remininscent of being seriously constipated and fighting unsuccessfully to get an especially hard load out of him. Flashes of trying to poop the carrot in the front yard assailed him, and he cringed and bend forward, trying to ease the full feeling.

Naomi was having none of that. "Stand up, brat!" she ordered. Tommy, uncomfortably, rose. Naomi tied a ribbon around the front of him right above his genitals, a ribbon attached to the base of the plaster penis and holding it firmly in place. She pulled the panties up over it and lowered the skirt. "Now," she said. "We're walking you home. For dirtying my bathroom, you get to be fucked in the ass by an 8-year-old boy the whole way. I'll retrieve my plaster cast and the clothes when we get to your house."

"But – but I can't walk this way!" Tommy wailed. He took a preliminary bow-legged step. "It hurts!"

"You can and you will," Naomi said. "Or I'll merely kick your butt all the way there to encourage you."

Thus it was that Tommy found himself walking in front of the three girls and Elvin through the maze of streets extending away from Naomi's studio. Passers by barely gave the quartet more than a momentary glance, a few reacting to Tommy's flowing lavender hair, most merely giving him a curious glance and looking on. Apparently he made a quite convincing girl. His gait was uneven and mildly bow-legged – he wasn't used to walking in heels, even low heels, and the plaster penis up his butt felt like it was 6 inches wide and growing bigger with each step. His butt swayed rather invitingly as he walked, and at least one group of teens on a street corner eyed him with obvious interest as his invaded rear end swiveled past. One wolf-whistled after them, but Naomi ignored it and merely prodded Tommy onward.

Tommy's apprehension increased as they approached his own block. Please, let everyone be in, he prayed. Don't let anyone be out to see me. The rounded the final corner onto Tommy's street, and his heart sank. There were 4 kids playing in the street. The Bacomb brats were there, along with 11-year-old Eddie Garcia from the next block and a dark-skinned, kinky-haired kid Tommy didn't recognize, all playing some sort of street hockey. The quartet looked up as they approached the house, the male Bacomb kid doing a classic double take that would have made any comedian proud. "Hey!" he said. "Hey!! That's Tommy Henson! He's dressed like a girl!"

The other kids dropped their gear and raced to the sidewalk, surrounding the quartet by Tommy's gate. "How come you're dressed like a girl, Tommy?" Eddie asked.

"How come his hair is purple?" his black companion added.

"He's a morphodite!" the Bascomb boy squealed. "You know, one of those guys that's half boy and half girl!"

"You mean he's a queer?" his sister asked.

"No, stupid! A morphodite! One of those people who can't decide if they're boys or girls. They have a dick and a pussy at the same time!"

"Hermaphrodite," Naomi muttered. No one paid any attention. Tommy tried to push past the other kids, but they crowded closer, hemming him in.

"But he doesn't have a pussy! I've seen him! Bare naked! Right here in the front yard this morning! Remember? He had that carrot you gave him up his butt, and he was trying to poop it out right there by that tree, and his legs were spread and you could see everything! And he didn't have a pussy! He had a dick and balls like you!" She glared at her brother in challenge. "Well, not exactly like you – his dick and balls are a lot bigger than your little nubbins!"

"He does so have a pussy! Right between his butt hole and his balls! I saw it!" her brother insisted.

"Really?" the dark-skinned boy said with interest. "He has balls and a puss? Can I see 'em?"

"Don't listen to him, he's an idiot," the Bascomb girl said. "He looks just like the rest of you boys under his pants – a little bag, a little nubbin, and a shit hole. And he's all closed up in between – he ain't got no pussy!"

"Does too!" her brother said, pushing her.

"Does not!" she insisted more loudly, pushing back.

"Quiet!" Naomi snarled, grabbing both of the by the scruffs of their necks and lifting until their feet left the ground. "Wiener Boy here is all boy – he's just a pervert who likes to dress like a girl sometimes!"

Eddie Garcia dissolved into hysterics, dropping to his knees as he giggled uncontrollably. His friend giggled with him, the two repeating "likes to dress like a girl" over and over again and laughing hysterically.

"He does too have a pussy," the Bacomb boy insisted. Naomi tightened her grip on his neck. "Owwww!" he complained. "I'm just tellin' the truth – he's got a little pussy between his balls and his butt hole – I've seen it, I tell you! I'll bet you a million dollars he's got one!"

"Does not!" his sister responded.

"Quiet, I said!" Naomi said, shaking them both a little. "I'll settle this!" She set them both down on their feet and turned to Tommy. "Bend over, Wiener Boy, and pull down your panties so they can see."

Tommy looked at her helplessly. Naomi, out of patience, grasped him by the shoulders and forced him to bend double, flipping his skirt onto his back. She yanked down the back of the panties, exposing Tommy's bare butt to the eager audience, who crowded in to see.

"See, told you!" the Bascomb girl said, poking a finger between Tommy's butt at the ridged expanse between snug ball sack and the plaster penis. "He's all closed there, just like the rest of you! No pussy!"

"That's 'cause he's got that thing in his pussy," her brother insisted. "It's covering it up!"

"That's not in his pussy, idiot! That's in his shit hole!" his sister responded. "God, don't you know anything!"

Tommy tried to straighten up, but Naomi was far too strong for him and easily held him in the bent over position. He tried tightening his butt, but his fully bent position coupled with the base of the plaster penis up his butt, complete with scrotum, kept his buns widely separated – so widely separated that his scrotum and even the tip of his penis was clearly visible from behind. The Bascomb boy reached over and poked between Tommy's legs at the ridge of skin where his body was joined, trying to unearth any hidden openings. "It's here somewhere," he insisted. "I saw it!"

"Hey, what is that thing, anyway?" Eddie Garcia asked, ignoring the younger boy's comments and poking the back of the plaster penis where it emerged from Tommy's rectum. "and why does he have it up his butt hole?"

"It's a casting," Naomi explained.

"A what?" Eddie Garcia asked.

"It's a plaster weenie!" Melissa giggled. "Naomi copied it off of another boy! It's art!"

"And it's mine," Naomi said. "And since I've delivered you safely home, Wiener Girl, it's time you gave me back the things you borrowed for the trip." Zandra sat his bag of clothing down by the gate. Naomi, still holding Tommy tightly in the bent over position, grabbed the base of the plaster penis firmly with her fingers wrapped around its realistic balls, and began pulling it out of Tommy's butt. Tommy squealed as the mushroom head traveled down his rectum, stretching as it went, the ring of his anus clinging to the curved shaft like a hungry mouth trying to hold on to a tasty treat. The other kids looked on in various combinations of fascination and horror. For Eddie Garcia it was a vision he would have nightmares about for days afterward, nightmares in which it was his own butt that was invaded by a giant, disembodied penis that was ripping him apart from the bottom upward. His darker-skinned companion, on the other hand, was fascinated by the view, as Tommy's butt hole was the first boy's butt hole he'd ever seen, let alone the first he'd ever seen impaled by a plaster penis. He would picture the penis going in and out of Tommy's butt for the next several weeks while masturbating, alternately making himself in his mind the invader and the invaded, ultimately developing both a taste for anal sex with his women and a liking for his partner, on occasion, to ram her index finger up his own rectum while giving him oral sex.

With a final stab of hot pain, the head of the plaster penis cleared Tommy's butt hole and it hung open for a few moments, then squeezed shut into an offended, slightly swollen line in the center of his butt crack. The Bascomb boy immediately poked it hard with his index finger.

"Wicked!" the Bascomb boy breathed. His sister looked at him with disdain.

"Who you think you are? Harry Potter? Who says 'wicked' 'round here?" she demanded. "And you shouldn't touch him there – it's dirty."

"If I was Harry Potter, I'd turn you into a frog," he said, rounding on her. He waved his index finger at her face, making as if he was going to touch her mouth with it. She squealed and ducked to the other side of the crowd of children, avoiding him. Naomi released Tommy and let the skirt fall over his exposed butt, but didn't pull up his panties.

"Strip off," she ordered. "And give me back the clothes Zandra loaned you. Not that she'll want them back again after you've worn them, but we'll pass them on to someone deserving."

"Here?" Tommy said, his voice rising an octave. "Can't we go inside?"

"That would be a no," Naomi said. She yanked the bow at the back of Tommy's frilly skirt and then yanked it down. As Tommy's panties were still pulled below his butt in back, his butt was instantly exposed, although his genitals were mostly covered in front, just the lines of his groin and the very base of his penis sticking out above the waistband of the panties. He tried to reach to cover his genitals, but Naomi immediately yanked the blouse upward, trapping his arms and head in fabric. Meanwhile, Zandra yanked down the panties and skirt clear to the ground and pulled them off each of his feet, almost tripping Tommy in the process of yanking the clothing off of first one foot, then the other. Tommy struggled, trying to get his hands free, trying to cover himself, as the watching children shifted positions to view his now exposed genitals. The Bascomb girl reached out immediately and grabbed his penis by the front third of its length, giving it a yank that felt to Tommy like she was trying to pull it out by the roots. He squealed a protest into the muffling blouse, which Naomi was still trying to wrestle off of him. Her brother, not to be outdone, reached over moments later, grabbed Tommy's projecting scrotum in his tiny fist, and squeezed the marbles within with all of his might. Tommy let out a shriek, and with a mighty effort freed himself from the enclosing garment, falling backwards onto his bare butt into the street, landing hard on the rocky asphalt. He scrambled to his feet, avoided the grasping fingers of both Bascombs, and fled up his walk and onto the porch steps. In his haste, he tripped over the top step, did a full forward somersault, and landed on his upper back with his butt resting against the bottom of the door, his legs in the air, and his penis pointing accusingly at his face, the wind momentarily knocked out of him. Beth took this moment to open the inner door and peer out the screen at him.

"Get your dirty butt off the screen," she said loudly, to the amusement of the watching crowd. "It'll attract flies."