Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 43

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 43
by Chadlad

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 43: Chad Goes and Comes

The red door Chad remembered from his previous visit opened, and a harried looking Zoey Turpin peered out, her face breaking into a smile when she spied Chad, a smile that made his groin tingle. Then her gaze flitted to Gabriel and she immediately began looking him up and down. "Nice," she said. "Very nice. A hot little number. He'll break a lot of girls' hearts in a few years, a lot of my viewers' hearts right now. Got that Latin thing going with the dark hair – definitely a cutie. You have good taste, Shad."

"This is my cousin, Gabriel," Chad replied. "I filled him in on what to expect – you know, with filming and all. He's cool with whatever you want to do."

"Really? You're ready for anything, Gabardine?" Zoey said, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Gabriel," Gabriel said. "And yeah, I'm ready."

"Great. I'll have everything together in a minute, Chet," Zoey said cheerily as she motioned them in. "Then we'll go out on location and meet the girls."

"Location?" Gabriel asked.

"Girls?" Chad said more quietly at the same time.

"A nice deserted spot just outside of town – belongs to some people I know. Has everything we need." She led him into a side room off the hall, configured as a study. Cameras were piled on counters, and two computers hummed happily to themselves, their monitors glowing with screensavers of growing pipes. "You can read your fan mail while I finish up getting ready," she said, motioning him and Gabriel to chairs in front of one monitor.

"Fan mail?" Chad asked.

"Fan mail, Vlad! From your last picture! You and Galahad might get a kick out of them."

"Gabriel," Gabriel corrected.

"That's what I said, Gallesteil," Zoey replied. "I've got to make sure the props are ready. I saved the interesting stuff in a Word file. It's on the desktop of that one." She pointed to a computer. "Just click on that file that says 'Young Babysitter Email, Shad.'"

She raced out the door. Chad picked up the mouse and the screensaver dissolved, revealing the desktop. He almost dropped the mouse when he realized that the background picture was a giant pair of breasts with erect nipples pointing straight out at him. "Cooooool!" Gabriel breathed, plunking down on a chair by Chad and leaning toward the screen. Chad, after his initial shock, scanned the screen, finding the appropriate file name hovering just under a humongous right nipple. He clicked on the file, which opened as a Word document. Inside, he found a collection of email messages in succession. He began to read, Gabriel leaning in beside him so he could see them, also. They all appeared to be addressed to Barenakedboys Studios.

"Greetings," the first note read. "I just had to write and tell you how much I enjoyed 'The Young Babysitter,' especially your new star! What a hottie! That innocent face, the babyish look, but what fire! The way he took charge of that fat kid, got him by the old cajones, made him sit up and take notice! I wanted to squash the whiney fat bastard's balls myself by that point! And the final scene, sheer brilliance! The little guy's innocence while he's doing the deed is priceless. Please tell me he'll be back!"

"What does he mean, 'doing the deed?'" Gabriel asked. Chad had explained on the way over about Zoey filming him spanking Efram, but he'd left out the details of the bedroom scene, mentioning only that Zoey had filmed him in bed later, as if going to sleep, with his lower half naked.

"Later," Chad said, scrolling down. "I'm reading."

"Wowser," the next one read. "That kid's miniature love missle is perfect! How about him forcing the fat kid to give him some oral next time? Although that wouldn't be much of a punishment – what boy wouldn't want a precious little tool like that in his mouth?"

"Kudos!" read the next line. "LV UR SP scenes – VRY RL. LV KDS w/ Fat Butts! Esp. Gtn SP. Domin8tr a natrl. Kute PKG, LK M Sm. Mor!

"Esp GTN SP?" What's that?" Gabriel said, pointing.

Chad puzzled a minute. "Especially getting spanked, I think."

"What about that?" Gabriel said, pointing to the last line. "Like 'em smart?"

"Small," Chad muttered without thinking, then blushed as Gabriel grinned at him and he wished he hadn't said anything. He looked away and scrolled down.

"How come no butt shot of the cute little guy?" the next one read. "I bet his hole's as tight as the pee slit in that lovely little cock of his! Where to do you get these guys? Wherever they come from, I want to order a dozen!"

"I CAME IN MY PANTS!!!!!" The next message screamed. "COULDN'T GET THEM OFF IN TIME WHEN THE FANTASY SCENE STARTED! DO A LITTLE MORE BUILDUP, OR GIVE A GUY SOME WARNING NEXT TIME!"

"Why would he care if he came in his pants?" Gabriel said. "I know it feels better out in the open, but…oh, right," he subsided. "I forgot about the mess."

"Jus 'cause you don't wet cum," Chad muttered, the wished he hadn't when Gabriel looked away.

"As a female dominatrix, I've always been ho-hum about m/m spanking," the next one read. "Love to see the guys get it, but really prefer a woman in the dominant role. It's the way things should be. But 'The Young Babysitter' pushed all my buttons! Maybe it was because he didn't look all that masculine himself with that small package and no hair on him. I loved that he was barely older and just as poorly hung as his charge, but took control masterfully, went right for the jewels. And that genital contrast you did at the end, where you flipped back and forth between the submissive's little package and the dominator's barely bigger one – the one being crushed, the other stimulated -- priceless!! And where did you get the idea to pair the pulsing cock of our hero with the pain-driven butt contractions of the sub, so it was like he was mentally fucking his charge while spanking him? My hat is off to you. Can't wait to see more of the little guy! But please, please have strong female type work him over next time."

"Why was your peter pulsing?" Gabriel asked. "You got off spanking the fat kid?"

"I jerked off in the bed afterward, okay?" Chad said impatiently, not looking at Gabriel. "I wasn't going to, but she talked me into it!"

"Oh," said Gabriel. "Is that all? I could do that."

Still flushed, Chad turned back to the screen. He read the next entry.

"More, MORE, MMOORREE!!" it read. "Got to show us his butt next time, though – we never saw it at all in this one! If it's as cute as his cock, I'll die happy! And bare naked shots of his whole body, please!"

"They seem to like you," Gabriel said mildly.

"Loved him!" the next one read, as if in reply to Gabriel. "How short is his willy, 5 cm? I love the short, immature little tykes! I was mesmerized wondering if his hand was going to slip off it! Loved the backwards hand position he uses – so like a tyke! And the hint of his bum between his legs? Tally HO!"

"They seem to like your butt," Gabriel said. "Bet they'd like mine better, it's cuter."

"Shut up," Chad said.

"More of the young babysitter, please!" the next one said. "I got 4 of my mates to sign up just by showing them your video. Please, we need to see all of him! Close up! And why not foot shots? I love boyfeet – the curve of the arch, the sensitive instep, the cute little toes. Maybe have the fat kid lick his feet next time as an additional punishment!"

"Lick your feet?" Gabriel said. "Hope I don't have to do that. Course, it's probably not any worse than sucking your peter. At least you don't pee with your feet."

The next one pulled Chad up short. "God, I want to whip that little putz! Give him a dose of his own medicine! Yank his dinky dick until he squeals, squeeze those baby balls! Then paddle his bum nice and slow, so he knows what that poor fat kid felt! Please, promise me next time it'll be his bum that gets it! How about you let the fat kid have his revenge? Maybe Mummy comes home, sees what the babysitter has done, and lets junior turn the tables on him, blister his bum but good! I'd love to see fatty play with that tiny dick of his afterward, too! Fat kidz rule!"

"No way," Chad muttered. "I don't care how much money she promises me, I'm not letting Efram spank me. He'd kill me just to get even."

"Efram?" Gabriel said. "Is he the fat kid? Did you really blister him? And crush his balls?"

"Yeah," Chad said. "Yeah, yeah, and yeah. But he deserved it after what he did and what he said to me."

"Oh?" Gabriel said. "You told me he stole a big pile of money from his mother and blew it on video games. But what did he say to you."

Chad flushed, remembering Efram calling him a "faggy little queer," and how enraged he'd gotten at the time. "It doesn't matter now," he said. He focused on the next letter. It felt weird reading them—like he wanted to know what they thought, but he felt odd reading what strangers thought about his private parts, and about people wanting to look at his butt and stuff. And it felt odder reading the scenarios they wanted to see next.

"U RULE, BARENAKEDBOYS!" the next one read. "U R da BOM! BST FLIK EVR! MOR UV DA KID!

The next surprised Chad.

"Dear Madam," it read. "I was greatly disturbed by your short film, 'The Young Babysitter.' I cannot stand idly by while scum like you corrupt the innocence of young boys like the two in that film. My heart went out to the chubby young man who was so severely punished in your film by your protagonist – the beating his bottom took, which was obviously real, was heartless and cruel. The poor fellow must not have been able to sit down for a week! And having your protagonist assault his genitals while administering it was worse. No boy should suffer the indignity and pain of a bare bottom paddling – such a punishment so close to the genitals is bound to scar him for life. But compounding that by gripping his genitals and then squeezing! And then to catch such a punishment on film, so that his shame is shared with others, that's unconscionable. No wonder the poor lad is so overweight that his penis is almost invisible – his psychological devastation from the beatings of his bottom and the attack on his sensitive testes must be overwhelming. The unfortunate lad administering the beating must also have been scarred for life by being forced to such a sadistic turn. Imagine how a boy must feel being ordered to crush another boy's jewels."

"Didn't bother me when I did Tommy's," Gabriel said. "It was kind of fun, actually."

"Quiet," Chad said. He read on.

"As to your final scene, I was thoroughly appalled! I realize most young boys masturbate, but their masturbatory activities should be a private affair, not fodder for every pedophile to drool over! And the fact that you used a boy this physically immature, barely into puberty, not a hair on him, not even able to ejaculate clearly shows it's pedophiles you're trying to incite with this rubbish."

"Harsh," Gabriel commented. He paused, then looked at Chad quizzically. "Hey, wait a minute – you can so squirt!"

"I couldn't then," Chad said quietly. "I didn't have my ring then, either." He wondered, briefly, what Zoey would say when she saw his new phallic jewelry, and then scrolled down to see the rest of the letter.

"Well, if that's what you're after, it worked," the letter continued. "I shot 6 feet while stroking to this, swear to God! Just kidding with the first part – Ha ha! Please post more of this little piece ASAP! Perhaps the chubby kid could take him up the rump next time?"

"I don't get it," Gabriel said. "Was she mad, or did she like it?"

"I think it's a he," Chad said. He pointed to the section about shooting 6 feet.

"Oh," Gabriel said. "Like you and Tommy do." He looked thoughtful. "Can someone really do that?" he asked. "Shoot six feet, I mean. 'Cause Tommy's stuff barely made it out of the end of his dick in the yard yesterday."

"Maybe bigger guys shoot farther," Chad suggested. He scrolled down quickly, uncomfortable with the reference to him taking it up the rump, and with Gabriel's other questions as well.

"Am 12 year boy," the next one read. "Where I get baby sit job like that? Like spank boy, but girl okay too. Like bare ass on fat boy. Please let see bare ass on boy who spank next time. Like fat ass, but like thin ass, too. Like spank both boy. Do it hard. Like make asses red, like make them cry. Live Moscow, speak some English. Would like be in movie. Okay to fuck butt, too."

"Does he mean he likes to do it or have it done to him?" Gabriel asked.

"Maybe both," Chad muttered.

"About time some of the boys got it!" the next one read. "I'm sick of films of fat ugly guys beating cute girls' butts and then making them suck them off. Loved seeing a boy get it for a change! (Although little Mr. Chubby was barely a boy, if you know what I mean! Talk about your teeny weenies!)"

Gabriel snickered, pointing to that last line. "How small was his dick, anyway?" he asked. "I mean, if it was even smaller than yours or mine…" He trailed off. Chad didn't answer, merely scrolling down to see the rest of the letter.

"Loved it that you let Cute Stuff work him over until he had blisters on his fat bottom," it continued. "I never did like fat kids! Their dicks look too much like outie belly buttons! Fat kids should be spanked daily until they lose that extra weight! How about you let Cute Stuff work over a bigger, more sexually mature boy next time, one with a full bush and some hairs on his butt! Maybe an older brother, younger brother thing, where the domineering aunt forces the older brother to submit to the younger one to take him down a peg! You can finish the scene by having the aunt take the older boy by the hair and force him to his knees, then order Cute Stuff to drop his pants, so his brother can commit oral on his younger brother's hard little baby cock! I'm getting wet just thinking about it!" It was signed, "Football Girl."

"Cute Stuff?" Gabriel said. "I wonder what she'd think of me? And what does she mean about getting wet? Like sweating or something?"

Chad shrugged and prepared to scroll to the next letter. "If you go through with this and don't chicken out, we'll probably find out what they think of you."

"I wish my peter was bigger," Gabriel said. "Like that friend of yours from school, the one who got whipped with the nettles! I wish mine was big like that! I bet you do, too!"

Chad was bothered by the continuous references to the smallness and cuteness of his penis. He didn't want his penis to be cute. He wanted it to be powerful, and threatening. He scrolled down to the final letter in the file. This one had an air of seriousness about it, and the sender line was "Boysmoviesonparade.ru." Chad guessed the ".ru" stood for Russia. He began reading.

"Thanks, chief, for The Young Babysitter. You got more hits on it the first week then all of your other movies combined, and your hits made up more than half of the total hits on our site last week. I've deposited a substantial bonus for you in the blind account. I can promise you considerably more if you can get your star back for another round. Make sure he shows the whole package, front and back, this time - - got to give the viewers what they want! Anal, too, if you can work it and it doesn't scare him off. And try to find a costar to pair with him, one who is a bit more ethnic -- some of our viewers prefer dark meat. I suggest a year or two younger, and obviously black or Latino. I think, next round, we should present him as a bottom rather than a top. I've got a scenario in mind, I'll send you an outline by separate post. Don't lose this little guy, he's developing a following."

"What does he mean by 'present him as a bottom rather than a top?'" Gabriel asked.

Chad racked his brain, trying to remember what Karen had said about Jesse Saturday morning. "He's a bottom, not a top. He'd rather suck than be sucked," that's what she'd said. Or something like that. "I think a bottom is someone who lets other people do stuff to him 'cause he likes it," he said. "You know, they kind of get off on being yanked around."

"So, what? He wants you to get spanked rather than give the spanking next time?" Gabriel asked.

"I hope that's all," Chad said. He pointed to the word "anal."

"What else could it be…" Gabriel had began, but his voice trailed off. "Oh. Like in anus." he said abruptly. The two boys looked at each other, frowning. Then Gabriel brightened again. "I've taken it up the chute before for nothin'," he said. "And you got punished that way – Beth said so! Doing it for money shouldn't be a big deal. Except for my owie. But I'll do it if we get a bonus."

"Maybe we won't have to," Chad said, not all that reassured. Having things shoved up his butt had hurt – he wasn't looking forward to it happening again any time soon. Zoey came breezing into the room, making all the oxygen in the room appear to converge on her.

"Ride's here," she said. "Hurry up, guys! We're wasting daylight! All the stuff's loaded already!"

"What do we have to do," Chad asked. "I mean, what's this one about?"

"Do we have to take it up the butt?" Gabriel burst out. "Because I'm hurt there – I've got a scab!"

"Really?" Zoey said, looking interested. "I can work that into the plot, Giribaldi! And don't worry – you don't have to take anything up your butt today! Your costars are going to be girls, and they don't have anything to stick up there! You don't mind us looking, though, do you?" She didn't wait for an answer, turning and heading for the door. "Anyway, I'm feeling generous, so if you don't give me any trouble about anything I'll double what I pay you -- $200 for you, Chan, and $100 for your pal Geritol! Now how does that sound? Pretty good, I'll bet! Come on, Chet! We've got a movie to make!"

Shortly thereafter, Chad found himself fighting car sickness as they bumped up a rutted road in the hills somewhere outside of town. He was glad he trusted Zoey, because he was thoroughly lost, and they looked to be in the middle of nowhere. Truly in the middle of nowhere, as in no houses, no power lines, and no sign of anything except brush and trees on either side of the single lane road as they followed the twisted track around hills and into valleys beyond, followed by more hills and more valleys. Gabriel was packed in beside him next to mounds of camera equipment, looking slightly green. Just as Chad was wondering if one or the other of them was going to become seriously sick, Zoey rounded a corner and pulled into a clearing next to a ramshackle collection of buildings. And old truck sat ahead of them in the drive. It looked like derelict, but as Chad and Gabriel staggered out and tried to regain their bearings, Chad noted that heat was radiating from the vehicle and it was making the satisfied ticking noises that cooling engines always make. In addition, a fire was burning merrily under a huge iron kettle on a tripod at the edge of the yard. Female voices could be heard in the distance as Zoey began assembling equipment. From out of the house her taciturn mother appeared, letting the door slam behind her as she wordlessly stepped around the boys and began helping Zoey.

Chad and Gabriel looked around themselves, their curiosity returning as their stomachs stopped threatening to rebel. A rustic, weatherbeaten cabin sat on one side of the clearing, with several large and small sheds around it. A small stream could be seen winding close past the building on the other side of the clearing, and somewhere not far away the tinkling sounds of a small waterfall were evident, playing counterpoint with the faint feminine voices they'd heard as soon as they got out. The voices sounded louder now, apparently coming closer. Chad looked up as 3 figures rounded the corner of a larger shed. They resolved into a tall, gangly-looking teen boy who appeared to be about 15 or 16 and two shorter girls, one slightly taller than Chad and clearly older, and one just a bit shorter and apparently about his brother Tommy's age. They were light-skinned blondes, both of them, with long, loose, flowing hair, and, as they approached, sparkling blue eyes that were perfectly matched. The older girl had the beginnings of curves including small, pert, jutting breasts and rounded hips. Her sister was more boyish, with a straight figure and just the hint of bumps on her chest that may have been all training bra rather than parts of her own body. The three approached until they were a few feet away from Chad and Gabriel and then stopped, the kids all eyeing each other awkwardly.

Zoey put down a tripod and straightened up. "Let me make the introductions," she said. "Vlad, Galahad, this is Courtney, Lance, and Missy."

"Cassidy," the older girl said, reaching out to shake Chad's hand. "And they're Lynch and Mindy."

"Chad," Chad replied. "This is Gabriel." Zoey had turned away, apparently oblivious to their corrections. He continued gripping her hand self-consciously, not sure what else to say. She seemed more confident, finally gently untangling her hand from his. There was something unsettling in her eyes. Zoey turned back to them, holding a stack of cloth.

"You and Galbreath need to get in costume." She shoved the pile at Chad. "Some of these should fit you guys – there's undies, t-shirts, and pants there, and I've got several sizes of everything. Just put on what fits. No socks or shoes, you guys are supposed to be poor and barefoot."

Chad glanced around. The two girls and the older boy were standing to one side, still studying them. Gabriel voiced his concern. "Where do we change?" he asked Zoey, who had turned back to her equipment.

"Change?" she asked abstractly. She flapped her hand at them. "Oh, anywhere, I guess. Here is fine. Hurry up, we're burning daylight."

"But…" Gabriel said.

"He's got a point," Cassidy said. "If we're going to method act this, we've got to keep it real – make everything that comes more of a surprise. You get jaded once you've see all a boy has and it kills the reaction." She looked around. "Go change in that shed," she said, pointing to a delapitated shed nearby.

Chad and Gabriel headed into the small building, dragging the sagging door around behind them. Inside, holes in the roof were so extensive that they felt like they out in the open, but the walls seemed solid enough. The open roof meant that there were little dust inside – the floor was weathered but rain-washed. Chad spread the clothing out on it and he and Gabriel looked at the collection.

There were 4 pairs of boys' briefs, all well-worn. The first pair was too small even for Gabriel – they would have fit a 7-year-old comfortably. The next pair looked his size, and the pair after that looked to fit Chad. The last pair was an adult small, suitable for a mid teen perhaps, but they would have fallen off of Chad or Gabriel had they tried them on. Gabriel picked up the pair his size and looked at them dubiously. They looked clean, but were threadbare in the rear, so threadbare that his hand could be seen through the cloth. He poked his finger through a small hole that would be in the middle of his left butt cheek when he put them on. Chad looked at the pair that was his size more carefully. It actually had two small holes in it, one low in the center of the back, the other, slightly bigger, where the fly opening was. Looking at it, he realized, that from the right angle, the curves of that side of his penis would be visible through it.

Chad's eyes caught something else. There was a cut through the elastic in the centers of both the front and the back– neat cuts, like cuts made by a scissors, so that only about ¼ of the waistband remained. "Look at that!" he said, pointing. "These are going to split right down the middle if I even pull them hard!"

Gabriel mutely showed Chad a matching set of cuts on the underpants he was holding. A quick look at the other two pair showed matching cuts, as did all four pairs of cut-off jeans. The jeans were also almost threadbare, with each pair sporting small holes in the bottoms that would reveal underpants underneath. Examination of the shirts reveals similar cuts in the neck bands, front and back..

"They want us in clothes that tear easily," Chad said.

"Why would they want that?" Gabriel asked.

"They probably plan on tearing them, would be my guess. I'm betting we're the bottoms of this story," Chad replied.

"Dang!" Gabriel said. "I was hoping we'd get to strip the girls or something."

"Don't count on it," Chad said.

"Oh, well," Gabriel said. "We still get paid."He stripped his shirt off and followed that by shucking his pants and underwear down, piling them in a mass on the floor. His little penis bobbed, half erect, as he pulled on the worn shirt and bent down to slip on the threadbare underwear.

Chad, still wondering what they'd gotten into, followed suit more slowly, pulling his shirt off and slipping on the decrepit one before slowly lowering his pants and underpants. He set them by Gabriel's and reached for the worn underwear he was to wear. Glancing over, he noticed Gabriel was openly looking at his genitals. "You do look like a button," he said, pointing at Chad's penis. Chad, looking down, was a bit dismayed to find that his penis had pulled its turtle trick, crawling into his groin. He remembered Zoey asking, "You don't mind us looking, though," in talking about today's filming. The fragile clothing confirmed it – he and Gabriel were probably in for some serious naked time in this one. He took solace in the fact that Zoey had said they wouldn't be hurt, but he still wasn't crazy about these attractive strange girls seeing him like this. Would it be too much to hope that they might get naked, too?

He stuck a foot in each leg hole of the underwear and pulled it to his crotch, stopping moment to eye his genitals again before pulling them up. His penis looked like an elevator button, right down to the pee-slit that resembled the number '1'. Well, he knew how to make it bigger, but…

He looked up again, hoping Gabriel was looking away, maybe picking up the other clothes or something. Instead, Gabriel was still staring at Chad's crotch in fascination. "How come you can get bigger than me and still get so small other times?" he asked innocently. "Is it because you don't have skin off the end like me?"

Chad, wishing Gabriel would look away at least for a moment so he might stimulate himself at least a little
surreptitiously before he was unveiled for the first time to the girls, didn't answer. He hoped Gabriel would lose interest at his non reply, and made a show of pulling the fragile underpants up slowly, gently over his genitals, figuring he could easily finger himself through them as soon as Gabriel looked away. Gabriel didn't look away, though, but continued to stare at Chad with interest even when Chad had the waistband all the way up and began making a show up pulling up the slightly too tight pants.

"You know what you should do," Gabriel said suddenly. "You should jerk it a little and make it bigger, so the girls don't think you're a dinky-dick."

Chad reddened. Was the kid a mind reader or something? Well, now he couldn't do it, could he – Gabriel would know he was ashamed if he did. He buckled the tight pants and, with effort, pulled up the worn zipper. The cut-off jeans clung to his butt like a second skin, outlining his masculine curves perfectly and embarrassingly.

"Let's go earn our money," he said gruffly to Gabriel. He left his shoes and socks on the floor by Gabriel's, with his other clothes and walked to the door. Gabriel followed. "Don't worry about it," Gabriel said as they began dragging the door open again. "They probably want you to look like a little guy, anyway. They'd probably like it better if you didn't have those hairs you have, either. But maybe since you just have a few it won't matter."

Chad, embarrassed at the reference to his paucity pubic hairs (exactly 14 as of that morning), didn't look at Gabriel. He dragged the door open and he and Gabriel rejoined the group by the car.

Zoey looked them over as the approached. "That's it," she said approvingly. "The poor as a church mouse look!"

"Nice butt," Chad thought he heard Mindy say under her breath after he'd passed her, and he thought he heard Lynch snicker. He wondered if it was his imagination.

"Okay, we're almost ready," Zoey added. "Let me lay out the scene for all of you, then we'll just method act it after that – you folks know me, I like to just let what happens happen. You girls are my mom's beloved, spoiled nieces, full of yourself, adventurous, a bit wild. Lace, you're her son, just a bit simple, always obey your mom, highly protective of the nieces. You're just a bit part, really – the younger kids carry most of it. You guys all live here in the backwoods. You've already checked out the layout, so you can act like you know what's what and where's where." She turned to Chad and Gabriel.

"You guys are the orphan kids they've just taken in. You're brothers, but with different fathers, mother a user who died of an overdose."

"Mine's actually in jail," Gabriel chimed in.

"Hey, that'll work, too," Zoey said. "So it's the late 1950's. Your mom is in jail, and your aunt told authorities she'd take you in as her 'beloved nephews.' But she really just wants slave labor for her farm. She hates men – Litch here was a produce of rape."

"Lynch," Lynch chimed in. Zoey ignored him.

"So in the opening," Zoey continued. "you'll get in the truck and we'll do the shot of you being brought home for the first time by your aunt." She hooked a finger at her mother, who looked at the boys stone faced. "You're hopeful you're about to have a better life, you don't yet suspect anything about the setup. You'll each have a bag that you're carrying – they're in the truck already. The bags are your whole life – a change of clothes or two, a few pitiful toys, a picture of your ma, stuff like that."

Behind them, Zoey's mother was starting the more modern car, backing it around the corner out of sight. She came walking back moments later and headed for the old truck.

"Then what?" Gabriel asked.

"Then you just stay in character. Act like you're really orphans and this is really going to be your home, and you have no alternatives. React to what happens like you'd react. The girls and Lurch have already been briefed – they'll know what to do. If I tell you too much in advance, your reactions won't be genuine. You guys just react as things unfold. Remember you're getting paid handsomely, and I won't let anyone hurt you for real – you're my stars."

She bundled Chad and Gabriel in the truck next to Joey's mother, who said nothing, just looked at them and started the old truck. "Remember," Zoey said, leaning into the door and handing them each the duffels that had been on the floor. "You think you're going to a new family, and these duffels are your only possessions. From this point on, you're your characters. Act like they'd act. I'll try not to stop the camera, but I may shout an instruction now and then. Lurch and my mom may pick up a camera now and then and film, too, to get multiple angles. Just pretend the cameras and the camera people aren't there – only the people you're interacting with are out there," she said, waving vaguely at the girls.

She slammed the truck door. Zoey's mother revved the old truck engine, popping the clutch and backing it out of the clearing and around the corner. She looked grimly at the boys. "I don't care what Zoey promised," she said through her teeth. "I don't mind hurting you at all if you fuck this up. That means you stay in character and you give the parts all you've got, and we'll get along just fine. Otherwise…"

She revved the engine, shifted into first gear, and roared forward again, into the clearing. Only Zoey was there now, her face behind a large video camera on a tripod, moving smoothly with them as they drove up. Her mother shut off the truck engine. "Out, you lot," she said curtly and loudly as she exited her side of the truck. Chad and Gabriel tumbled out the other side, duffels slung over their shoulders, standing uncertainly by the truck. They looked up as the door on the house banged and the other three children sauntered out and came over to stand across from Chad and Gabriel, looking them up and down. Zoey was filming their approach now, the camera off of Chad and Gabriel. Lynch looked bored, Mindy excited, and Cassidy –

Cassidy looked very much like a large cat examining a small rabbit, deciding which part to devour first. As she neared the boys with Mindy beside her, each girl squared up with the boy nearest her age. Cassidy's eyes went up and down Chad's body, as Mindy did the same with Gabriel. Both girls' gazes lingered visibly on the boys' crotches before rising to look them in the eyes with visible satisfaction. Cassidy licked her lips and smiled. Despite the fact it was all play acting, Chad felt himself growing apprehensive. He felt Gabriel shift uncomfortably next to him.

Zoey's mother stepped forward. "Stand back! Don't touch them yet!" she snapped. "Who knows what dirt and diseases they've brought from that heathen place!" She turned and looked at Lynch. "Is the water ready, son?" she asked.

Lynch sauntered to the pot and dipped a hand in, withdrawing it quickly in discomfort. "Nice and hot, ma," he reported, making a show of sucking on his fingers.

"Good," Zoey's mother responded, completely in the hillbilly matron character. She turned to Chad and Gabriel. "First thing we do is get rid of that garbage," she said, yanking the bags off their shoulders roughly, spinning both boys around as she did. Chad staggered and Gabriel fell onto his butt. Turning, she tossed both bags into the fire, where the dry cloth instantly began to flame. Chad stared.

"REACT!" Zoey screamed. "SHE'S JUST THROWN EVERYTHING YOU OWN INTO THE FIRE!"

Chad started belatedly. "Oh," he said. "Sorry." He looked at the fire and tried to get into character. Suppose all his stuff was burning. He screwed his face up in surprise. "HEY!" he squealed, letting his voice rise an octave. "MY STUFF!"

Beside him, Gabriel staggered forward, reaching helplessly toward the fire and then backing off from the heat. Imitating him, Chad tried for a strap of the bag that was projecting from the fire, but Zoey's mother shoved both of them backward roughly into a pile. It looked more vicious than it was, but she wasn't gentle and the rocks Chad's butt landed on stung through the thin clothing. She turned to address them.

"Stand at attention, brats!" she ordered. Struggling, both boys got up and stood in some sort of approximation of attention. Her voice was so threatening that Chad felt his heart racing, and Gabriel looked about to cry. "This is your home from now on. You will address me as 'Mistress.' My son you will address as 'Master,' and each of my nieces you will address as 'Young Mistress.'"

She fixed them with a steely glare. "You had names before, but forget them," she continued. "We will call you whatever we please. For the moment, I will refer to you collectively as 'The Brats.' We will decide on more appropriate names for you in a bit."

She studied them like they were worms in her apple. Chad and Gabriel, fully caught up in the scenario now, shrank under her gaze. They weren't even aware of Zoey filming them in close up mode.

Her mother focused her attention on Chad. "When did you last have a thorough scrubbing, boy?" she barked.

Chad jumped at the suddenness and loudness of her question from only a few inches from his face.

"Ummm,…before we left," he managed.

"Hah!" Mrs. Turpin shrilled. "I'm not talking about washing yourselves like you heathen boys, sitting in the water and splashing and then saying you're done. When was the last time a responsible adult gave you a good scrubbing!"

"Uhhhh," Chad responded, unable to think of anything. Play acting or not, the woman unnerved him. She moved around behind the two. Chad and Gabriel tried to follow her movements. "Eyes front!" she snapped. Both boys turned their heads guiltily back forward, where the two girls were watching with open smirks.

"Well, we'll fix that first!" Mrs. Turpin suddenly said from behind them. At the same time, both boys each felt a hand suddenly grip their shirts by the back of the neckband and yank. With a ripping sound, both shirts split down the front all the way, and she was able to yank them backwards off the boy's arms with no trouble, knocking them both on their asses on the sharp rocks again.

"Hey!" Gabriel complained from the ground. Mrs. Turpin ignored them, stepping to the fire and throwing the shirts in it. She stalked toward Gabriel. As she approached, he began scuttling backward on his butt, trying to escape. She closed the gap instantly, though, her fingers digging into the front of his pants, her thumb closing on the outside as she yanked him to his feet. Circling his bare upper torso with her left arm and squeezing him tightly, she pulled down powerfully with her right, and the pants and underpants fabric parted neatly down the middle as well. She yanked the remnants off his legs, sending him tumbling backwards on the sharp rocks, this time landing on his bare butt. Turning, she flung his ruined clothing toward the fire, where Lynch shoved it in with his toe. Gabriel reacted to the pain of the rocks poking his butt, then leapt to his feat, realized he was stark naked, and clapped both hands over his genitals, turning so his butt wasn't facing the girls.

Mrs. Turpin now turned to Chad, frozen on the ground. Only when she reached for him did it dawn on him he was next. He was yanked in the air and squeezed like a vice, then with a "riiiiiippp!" his pants and underpants also departed, the sun suddenly beating warm on his now bared butt and his genitals feeling open and helpless. Him she lifted completely off the ground to pull the pieces of his clothing off him and then he was also deposited on the ground where, after a moment of immobility under the riveting eyes of the girls, he also clapped hands over his genitals.

There was a sharp silence following these actions. Gabriel and Chad stood, half crouched, both with hands clutched over their genitals and every stitch of their skin exposed. The air was a bit too cool and they began shivering almost immediately. The girls stood opposite them, grinning. Lance smirked the superior smirk of a boy who's clothed when other boys being forced to be naked, and who's gotten a chance to size up the others boys' dicks and knows he has the biggest one by far. Mrs. Turpin looked at the two boys with disapproval. Chad shrank, feeling very small and vulnerable in the open clearing. Gabriel, beside him, looked just as disconcerted.

"Stand at attention," Mrs. Turpin spat. Walking over by the kettle, she picked up a short, black, flexible object from the ground, with her right hand and struck that against her left experimentally. The object flexed as it smacked against her other palm. "This is a riding crop," she said loudly. "It's good for dealing with horse's asses. If you want to be horse's asses, I'll use it to deal with you, too. Now I believe I said to stand at attention!"

Chad and Gabriel looked at her with alarm, still clutching their genitals in a half crouch. She walked behind the two semi-crouched boys. There were two quick snapping sounds, and a line of fire suddenly crossed Chad's bare butt, making him straighten involuntarily, arch his back, and reach back to clutch his suddenly stinging bottom. On his right, Gabriel had let out a little yelp and was doing the same, protection of his genitals forgotten. The initial sting faded quickly, and Chad realized that Mrs. Turpin had actually checked her swing at the last second, giving the appearance of striking them sharply without causing much injury. Still, it stung, and he didn't have to work hard to telegraph extreme discomfort, squeezing his buns together tightly, while putting on a pained expression.

Meanwhile, the two girls were staring with unfeigned interest at the boys' now bared genitals, eyes shifting from Chad's crotch to Gabriel's and then back to Chad's, as if comparing the two. Maybe their critical amusement was all play acting on their part, but Chad still withered under their contemptuous gaze. He glanced down, discovering to his dismay that as he had feared, his penis was still a button, with his balls drawn it in tightly underneath it. Glancing sideways at Gabriel, he discover that Gabriel's penis had also shrunk, but at least was hanging down an inch like a little finger, the foreskin coming to a point. He stole a glance at the two girls. Mindy was smiling at Gabriel's dangling member. Cassidy was trying to suppress a giggle, her eyes glued to his own crotch. She was laughing at him! Laughing at how small his cock and balls were! He wished, belatedly, that he'd gone ahead and made himself bigger, before leaving the shack. Why he cared the Gabriel was watching?

Mrs. Turpin had come back around of the front of them again. "Rule number one!" She barked. "You brats are not to touch your peckers from now on without permission from me or my son or one of my nieces. I will not have you playing with yourselves like a pair of monkeys in a zoo! Besides, I am aware that touching your peckers gives you brats great pleasure, and pleasure is not something you are allowed unless we grant it!" She eyed both of the boy's crotches openly. "Although it looks like neither of you have much to touch. Especially you, brat!" She waved the end of the riding crop in the direction of Chad's button penis. A glint of metal caught her eye. "What's this I see!" she snapped, striding to Chad. She took the end of the crop, and caught the projecting tip of Chad's penis with it (not an easy thing, given that it projected only a bit more than a quarter of an inch at the moment), pushing it against his belly. The underside of Chad's penis tip was revealed, the gnarled skin with its bright ring glittering in the sunlight. The two girls and Lynch looked at it with surprise and a touch of respect, an expression that Zoey caught with her camera before zooming in on Chad's crotch.

"Just the sort of thing I would expect from a slut like your mother!" Mrs. Turpin exclaimed. "Only she would think to put heathen jewelry on her brats' peckers! I suppose you have one too under your foreskin!" she said, turning to Gabriel. She removed her crop from Chad's penis and used it to lift Gabriel's droopy little member, revealing nothing, of course, not even a bump under the foreskin where a ring would be.

"Uhh, I didn't get mine yet," Gabriel gasped. "Our mother said that I was too young," he added. Chad marveled at how well Gabriel had gotten into his role, remembering to say "our mother." Mrs. Turpin turned to Cassidy.

"Remove that heathen thing from this brat's pecker. Immediately!" she ordered. Cassidy stepped forward and squatted in front of Chad, pressing one hand against his stomach to grip the tip of his penis, and expertly unclasped the ring with the other. Probably used to handling her own earrings, Chad realized. Her touch felt good, and his penis twitched, but she let go of him immediately, handing the ring to Mrs. Turpin. She glared down at Chad. "I should've had her just rip it out," she snarled. "But I don't want to have to deal with the blood and the risk of infection." She slipped Chad's penis ring into her pocket, walking around behind the boys. Chad tried to turn his head to follow her. "Eyes front!" she snapped. She prodded Chad's hands with the riding crop. "Rule two! You brats are not to touch your butts without permission, either, and especially not the holes in your butts! I know the kind of dirty games you boys play, playing with your holes and sticking your fingers up them! You will not be playing such games while you're under my care! Let go of your dirty butts this instant! If they need handling, the girls will do it."

Almost jumping out of his skin, Chad let go of his butt, his arms dangling at his sides uselessly. Next to him, Gabriel muttered something.

"What was that, brat?" Mrs. Turpin, snapped. "When you address me, you will speak loudly enough to hear or suffer the consequences!"

"It's not dirty!" Gabriel squealed. "My bottom! It's not dirty!"

"Is that so?" Mrs. Turpin said contemptuously. "So tell me something, brat! What do you shit out of? Do you shit out of your mouth? Or out of your ear? Or does your shit somehow just evaporate out of you without a trace?" She glared at Gabriel. Gabriel shrank away from her. "I asked you a question, brat!" Mrs. Turpin said. She raised the riding crop. "When I asked to a question you answer it!"

"My bottom," Gabriel said timidly.

"Your bottom?" Mrs. Turpin snapped. "Your entire bottom?" She raised the crop higher. Gabriel flinched. "When I ask you a question, I expect an exact answer directly addressing my question. I don't expect evasions! Now, what do you shit out of?"

"My butt hole?" Gabriel ventured.

Mrs. Turpin lowered the riding crop. "That's better," she said. "So you shit out of your butt hole, and your butt hole is it in your butt, is it not? And you brats are so stupid that it's obvious you can't be trusted even to wipe your own butt holes! So of course, your butts are dirty, and you will keep your hands away from them, or you'll feel my riding crop on them! Is that clear?"

Chad and Gabriel both nodded solemnly. Mrs. Turpin turned to Gabriel. "For talking back to me, you will have to be taught a lesson! Got to nip insubordination in the bud. Son, come over here!" She ordered.

Lynch swaggered over to Gabriel, grinning. "Take this brat to the shed and teach him a lesson about brats and their butt holes!" Mrs. Turpin snapped. "You needn't be gentle!" Lynch gripped Gabriel's arm and began dragging him toward the shed, Gabriel looking suitably fearful.

"Cut!" Zoey said, stopping the camera. "Everyone stay in character! Great job, Chet and Galastiel! Keep acting like frightened little boys! Nice acting, girls! You made it look like you were fascinated by their bodies -- I would've believed these were the first naked boys you'd seen!"

"Well, I can't speak for Cassidy," Mindy said, "but they're the first naked boys I've seen other than my little brother and my dad!" She looked over at Chad. "I didn't realize your thingy could get so little! I mean, I knew they shrink and get big all the time, but my little brother's never gets that little. And his comes to a point!" she said, pointing at Gabriel, who was still being held by Lynch.

"He's not cut," her older sister said. "They cut the skin off of the tips of the dicks of a lot of boys when they're babies. He still has his." Mindy looked at her reproachfully. "What?" she asked. "I'm older than you – naturally I've seen a bit more than you have. Some boys are cut and some aren't – I like them better cut, myself."

Her younger sister fixated Chad's penis a moment, then Gabriel's. Chad resisted the urge to turn away from her, trying to act nonchalant about being nude. "Well, I like the thingy on mine better, anyway," Mindy finally said. "It makes it look smoother and longer that way! And I bet it gets bigger when it's hard! Your boy's thingy looks like a nipple on a baby bottle!"

"Chad's just as big as me when he's hard," Gabriel said in Chad's defense. Chad reddened, wishing they'd all just shut up.

"No time for comparisons now," Zoey chimed in. "The fake blood is in the shed, Lance," she said. She turned to Chad. "I've already got the footage for the rape scene -- we used Larch's little brother and faked the penetration shots where you're looking over the kid's butt at him doing his thing. Then I intercut it with some rear entry footage of some peach-skinned little chicken for the tight focus shots. They'll never know that the close shots aren't Litch and Galahad. You guys get in the shed, and make sure the screams come where I told you, Lurch. We'll carry on with the outside scene with Chap at the same time. When we're almost through out here, you guys come back out." She turned to Gabriel. "Lorch will fill you in. You guys get out of the shot."

Lynch hustled Gabriel over to the shed where the boys had changed, dragging the door shut behind them. Zoey turned back to Chad. "Everybody ready? You just saw your brother dragged off, you're concerned about him, you're naked in front of strange people, and you're afraid. Oh, and the water isn't as hot as it looks, but make it look hot. Action!"

Mrs. Turpin turned back to Chad. "Learn something from his misfortune," she said. "Or you'll be next." Gabriel's faint squeals of "Nooooo, doooooon't" could be heard in the background. She turned to the girls. "Get the buckets," she said. She marched Chad over by the kettle and stood him on a flat rock. The girls had retrieved two buckets, which they filled, one by one, from the kettle. Giggling, they walked to Chad and simultaneously dumped both buckets over his head. The water was actually uncomfortably hot, so Chad did not have to act much to project he idea it was scalding. He hunched into himself, like a boy whose skin was being parboiled. The girls sat the buckets down and from somewhere procured two bars of coarse soap, which they began gleefully rubbing on each side of him, starting with his neck and working down his body. He cringed inwardly as they reached his waist, willing them to bypass his genitals and his butt, but both girls immediately began soaping the latter, taking turns diving their soap into his crack and trailing their fingers across his anus as they did. Over and over they soaped his butt, tickling his anus and the area below it, making his penis twitch and then begin to rise until it was pointing slightly above horizontal, begging to be touched. The girls continued teasing his butt, each with one hand circling his stomach to steady him as Cassidy ministered to his left bun with her right hand, and Mindy dealt with his right bun with her left. For what seemed like minutes to Chad, the two girls gleefully handled his butt, their fingers pushing more insistently on his butt hole each cycle until the lubrication of the soap allowed them to actually penetrate with each pass, their fingers slipping in and out of his butt hole as they passed by.

Finally, Cassidy signaled Mindy and Mindy stopped and took Cassidy's soap. As Zoey crouched and aimed the camera directly at Chad's butt, Cassidy parted his butt crack with her left hand, lathered her fingers heavily on the soap in Mindy's hand, poised the tips of her fingers against the tight line of his orifice, and then plunged her two first fingers all the way in, circling them busily until she had lathered the entire inside of his rectum. This was a familiar procedure to Chad, actually, as he had been cleansed rectally in this fashion with each bath for an entire week when he'd undergone his marathon punishment session, but that didn't mean he'd grown to like it. He tightened his butt in reaction as the soap began burning inside him, but Cassidy easily held his butt spread and continued twirling her fingers within him. The fingers in his butt felt different than they had a few weeks ago, though. They tickled electrically, especially in a certain spot that felt like it was right behind his penis. He began to get that feeling he had started to feel in the last few weeks since he'd become capable of wet coming, a feeling that appeared just before he reached orgasm. The feeling continued building as she continued to circle her soapy fingers in him, making his penis head swell and horniness build up within him. Just as he thought he might start spurting right there, she pulled her fingers out and let his butt crack close again.

Chad sighed with relief and regret at the cessation of the unsettling mixture of pleasure and pain her fingers had been giving him. Cassidy took back her bar of soap, and the two girls attacked his genital region, taking turns running the soap in a circle around his genitals, brushing his penis first one way and in the other as they did, pressing tightly against his balls as they passed them. Again, they worked on his penis for what seemed a long period of time, and the tickle inside him continued to build, compounded by the burning in his rectum. His penis began making little contractions, accompanied by involuntary squeezing of his butt, which Zoey dutifully caught with one camera from behind him, while her mother filmed the girls working on him from the front. Again Cassidy passed her soap to Mindy, this time lathering the palms of her hands. It was pretty clear what was coming next, and Chad found himself holding his breath in heady anticipation. This, he wanted. He didn't care for the moment that he was naked in front of strange girls who were handling his most intimate parts while he was being filmed, probably to be drooled over by some pervs halfway around the world. He just wanted, needed this girl's touch. Sure enough, Cassidy closed her fist around Chad's erect penis and began masturbating him, the soap lather providing slick lubrication for her fast-moving hand. In moments, despite the fact that he was surrounded by females he hardly knew, Chad was involuntarily drawing up on his toes, squeezing his butt mightily, and grunting loudly and embarrassingly as his penis erupted, spraying a spatter of clear drops that pattered on the ground alongside the soap bubbles.

Mrs. Turpin had panned in on Chad's penis tip, catching its eruption. Chad, with his sexual ardor quenched now feeling totally ashamed, settled back on his heels, blushing. Zoey came around from behind him and caught the blush on film. Only then did Chad realize that for some time, muffled screaming had been coming from the shed -- Gabriel's screaming. For a moment Chad's heart beat wildly as he wondered if Gabriel was been badly hurt, then he remembered the discussion about faking the screaming. Gabriel screams dropped to a softer moaning, and moments later, the door of the shed burst open, Lynch dragging a staggering Gabriel back out into the sunlight. Gabriel was flushed, a few tears were running down his cheeks, and as they approached Chad's heart began pounding again as he saw bright red blood streaming down the insides of Gabriel's legs and, as he got closer, smeared on the lower part of his butt cheeks. Horror overtook him, until he suddenly remembered the discussion about fake blood. By then, Zoey had caught his expression on tape and had moved on with her camera to zero in on Gabriel.

After that, the girls quickly rinsed Chad was buckets of water from the kettle and he was shoved aside and given a threadbare towel to dry himself by the fire. Gabriel, sniffling theatrically (a bit too theatrically, Chad thought), had his turn on the block. The fake blood flushed away with the first buckets dumped on him, and afterward the procedure went very much as it had with Chad. The exceptions were that when the girls went to work on Gabriel's butt winced elaborately and protested as their hands trailed across his crack, until Mrs. Turpin, putting down the camera, stepped into Zoey's shot and threatened to beat him directly on his butt hole if he didn't shut up, and this time it was Mindy's turn to first insert her fingers into the boy's anus, and then to circle his penis with her small fist, marveling aloud how his foreskin retracted to reveal a penis head similar to Chad's. Her vigorous pumping of his organ soon had the smaller boy arching his back and yipping as the head of his penis pulsed and he shuddered through his dry orgasm, Zoey once again filming his butt contractions while her mother pulled in tightly on his crotch -- even more tightly than she had on Chad, because she apparently was not afraid of getting anything on her camera lens from the younger boy. The two girls than rinsed Gabriel as they had Chad, and he was given his own towel to dry by the fire.

"Cut!" Zoey said, lowering the camera. The two girls began talking at once.

"That was neat! I didn't think mine would wet cum," Cassidy said breathlessly. "He's so small, I mean, and it only has a few hairs! Did you see all those drops? There was a whole bunch of them!"

"Mine does have a real thingy under all that skin!" Mindy exclaimed at the same time. "It looks just like your guy's thingy, when you pull the skin back! They're both the same size when they're hard! And they get so stiff!"

Chad and Gabriel, huddled by the fire, both shivering slightly, both slightly mortified and slightly gratified by the girls' post mortem. Chad felt pride at his spray of droplets, the most he'd ejected since his first eruption on his sister's bed a few weeks back. He liked that the rather cute Cassidy had been impressed. On the other hand, it was a bit demeaning that she'd assumed he couldn't because of his size and lack of hair.

Gabriel, on the other hand, was feeling proud of the favorable comparison of his penis size to the much older Chad's organ, but was just a little envious of their marveling over Chad's liquid output. He'd be able to wet cum too, soon, he thought to himself. He'd just keep playing with it ever chance he got until it learned!

Both boys moved closer to the fire. It was just a hair too cool to be comfortably naked. Zoey walked over to them. "Nice footage," she said. "I may have to give you guys an even bigger bonus if you keep giving 100% like that! Plus, a good performance means more chances for stardom in the future!" She patted Gabriel on his bare back (both boys had dried quickly and then covered their butts and genitals with their towels). "So what did Larch do to make you scream like that? Even though I knew it wasn't happening, I'd have believed he was giving it to you up the old rear entrance!"

Gabriel smiled wanly. "I had him squeeze my balls," he said. "A little. I figured if he did it just a little bit, I'd be able to scream convincingly. But he did it a little bit too hard, so it was sort of real, I guess."

"Hey, anything for the camera," Zoey said. "That's what makes you a star!"

As she walked away momentarily, her last phrase echoed in Chad's head. Anything for the camera. Anything. Just what sort of things did she have in mind? She'd said they wouldn't be hurt. Apparently to Zoey, being struck on one's naked rear with a riding crop, having one's rectum invaded by girls' fingers, and having one's balls squeezed a little too hard didn't meet the definition of hurting them.

On the other hand, he had to admit that there were perks. He had just had a stunner of an orgasm, and he had a feeling Gabriel had been just as satisfied. So there was pain, but there was also pleasure. Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. But still, pain. He felt anxiety rising inside him again. What other pains1 and discomforts would Zoey consider "not hurting them." And would there be more pleasure to compensate?