Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 44

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 44
by Chadlad

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Chapter 44: The Facilities

After some consultation with Lynch, the two girls, and her mother, Zoey walked back by the fire where Chad and Gabriel were still warming themselves after their naked baths in the open, towels wrapped around their midsections. She addressed herself to Chad. "The next scene is going to involve learning the rules and routines of your new home. Mom will start by laying down the law while she gets you dressed in your uniforms, and then we'll do a scene change and have the girls show you the basic facilities. Just react like you would, if you were orphan boys, all alone in the world, under these people's control."

Mrs. Turpin picked up her riding crop and stepped forward again, assuming her backwoods dominatrix persona. Zoey handed a camera to Lynch and picked up her own, calling, "Action!"

Mrs. Turpin glared at the boys, who were still standing by the fire wearing their towels as kilts. "Did I say you could cover up your boy parts?" she roared. Both boys jumped involuntarily. She snatched the towels from the two of them, tossing them aside. She glared at Gabriel's pointy little appendage and Chad's more rounded one, both showing the slightly distended, more bulbulous heads that boys' penises generally have immediately after orgasm. Gabriel's foreskin barely covered the end of his rather than drooping off of it as it usually did.

"So..." she said. "We must call them something," she said, looking at the girls. "Individually, I mean. Together, 'the brats' will do. But at times we may need to address one and not the other."

Chad cleared his throat. "I'm Robert," he said, picking a name he'd always liked. "But people call me 'Bob.' And this is..."

"Silence!" Mrs. Turpin growled. "Brats do not speak unless they are told to speak. Forget the human names your heathen slut of a mother gave you! You're not humans, you're animals. Pets for my nieces. You need names suitable to pets. Girls," she said more gently, almost lovingly, in contrast to her angry demeanor with the boys, "what would you like to name your new pets?"

Cassidy looked thoughtful, and Mindy screwed her face up in concentration. "I want to call mine 'Buttons,' Cassidy finally said. "Because his boy part looks like a big fat button most of the time." She looked at Mindy.

"I'm calling mine "Flopsy," she said whimsically. "Because of the way his thingy flops around when he walks. And because I always wanted a bunny, and he's almost as cute as a bunny. And I'd like to pet him just like a bunny.." She looked longingly at Gabriel's bare crotch as she said this last sentence.

Both boys reddened at their remarks, a fact Lynch recorded by putting the camera practically in their faces while Zoey zoomed in on first one boy's genitals and then the other to piece into the film later to illustrate their naming comments. Both camera operators then fell back again and Mrs. Turpin picked up the action. "Time for your uniforms," she said. "I hate to waste good clothing on animals, but it's already too cold for you little beasts to go about in the altogether."

Chad and Gabriel both breathed a sigh of relief. They wouldn't have to do this whole movie nude, with everything hanging out all the time, as they'd been fearing! Mrs. Turpin turned to a neat pile of clothing sitting on a nearby rock. She handed each boy a worn-looking plain white t- shirt. "Try these for size," she said. Chad took the shirt handed him and pulled it over his head, slipping his arms into each arm hole. The shirt was a tight fit, clinging to his body, so he had to pull it down. It ended barely below his navel. "Perfect," Mrs. Turpin said. Chad gaped in real surprise – the shirt was something like two sizes too small! The cameras caught his reaction as Mrs. Turpin turned to Gabriel, who'd pulled his own shirt on. His shirt was baggy on his thin frame, the bottom of the shirt falling until only the tip of his penis stood out. "That won't do at all," Mrs. Turpin said. "The bottom of the shirt must be higher than the source of his dirt! Take that off, brat!" Gabriel complied, and she handed him a smaller shirt, which hugged his anatomy like Chad's and hung only to the bottom curve of his stomach. "Perfect," she said. "Now for the lower half."

She handed each boy a pair of large knee socks. "Put these on and pull them all the way up!" she ordered. The boys complied. The socks bright pink and very stretchy. They looked like something a cheerleader would wear with a very short skirt. When the boys were done, Chad's came all the way up his thighs to about 6 inches below his crotch, and Gabriel's came up to within 2 inches of his. Mrs. Turpin tossed a pair of shapeless moccasins at each boy. "Put these on and let's get going!" she snapped.

"What about our pants?" Gabriel asked.

Mrs. Turpin glared at him. "Does my son need to teach you another lesson, brat?" she asked menacingly. "I'm sure he could go again – he's a very manly lad! Pants are for humans, not animals like you two. It would be stupid to cover the organs of elimination of animals, and a waste of good clothing! You also need to have your midsections bare so that you can be chastised without hindrance upon those areas when necessary. Now put on the shoes!"

Chad and Gabriel dutifully slipped on the moccasins, which were so stretchy that there was no problem of fit. It was only when he was finishing stretching the back of the second one over his heel that Chad realized the girls had slipped around behind him and Gabriel and were openly admiring from behind the view of both boys bent over, with their butts spread and their genitals dangling between their legs. Zoey was back there, too, admiring their spread posteriors with her camera. Chad straightened up quickly. He looked over at Gabriel, who had finished first and was standing staring at Chad with an almost smile on his face. Mrs. Turpin notices his expression.

"What's so funny, brat?' she asked.

"Flopsy," Mindy put in.

"I don't care if you call him Poopsie, he's a brat and I'll call him that if I want," Mrs. Turpin snapped.

Gabriel sobered up instantly, looking at the ground. "I asked you a question, brat," Mrs. Turpin snapped. "what's so funny?"

Gabriel looked up. "It's just...." He paused, suppressed a giggle, began again. "It's just that I looked at Ch—I looked at Buttons and I wanted to laugh. 'Cause it's like he's got a reverse bathing suit on. You know, usually your butt and your stuff is covered up and everything else sticks out in a bathing suit, but Buttons has his butt and his stuff sticking out and everything else covered up! It just seemed funny."

Chad looked across at Gabriel, socks pulled up to within inches of his crotch, t-shirt down to just above his waist line, genitals hanging out in front and butt curving smoothly up behind. He did look funny dressed that way, his little pointy penis swaying over his small sack as he shifted from one foot to the other. He fought a smile and looked at Gabriel's face. Gabriel looked quickly down at Chad's genitals and back up to his face, then gave a ridiculous little snort and suddenly burst out laughing. Instantly Chad lost it, doubling over in hysterics.

"CUT!" Zoey yelled. She stood there with a camera in one hand, the other on her hip, waiting them out. Chad and Gabriel were laughing hysterically, so much so that tears were streaming down their faces. Every time Chad would stop laughing, he'd look at Gabriel, see his penis sticking out in the wind, and begin laughing again. Gabriel kept repeating, "reverse bathing suits" and launching off into hysterics. Zoey put the camera down and dug a water bottle out of a backpack, gulping a healthy swig and passing it to the others. She stood there, watching the boys' penises bounce merrily as they laughed, unnoticed by them in their mirth. God, she loved looking at naked boys, especially the innocent, smooth-skinned, hairless variety, with small, underdeveloped genitals and smooth, velvety-skinned bottoms. She didn't need to touch them or do anything with them, although she liked an occasional feel – just looking was enough most of the time, really.

She studied their naked, male bodies as the bottle went from person to person, trying to look impatient to hide her interest. They were just so darn cute! She was a real sucker for small, half-hard, bouncing little penises. For that matter, she was a sucker for the fully hard ones, too, and for the soft, dangling little bumps they became sometimes. She supposed it had something to do with her childhood. She remembered fondly when her brother Joey had been younger, when they'd shared baths and showers together, when they'd made movies with real film for their mother rather than videotape, films with titles like "Forbidden Love" and "Sister Knows Best." There'd been no penetration in her films – never penetration! But she'd loved nuzzling Joey's smooth, hairless crotch when he was little, loved making his little man stand at attention, loved the way he caught his breath and gasped when she licked and sucked him, loved lying on her back with his legs on either side of her head as he leaned down on his elbows and worshipped her secret place, licked her until she was mindless with lust, watching his little cock and plump balls sway dreamily as delicious sensations rose from her groin and she rode the waves up to crest again and again. She'd loved little, hairless penises ever since, far preferred them to the big, hairy, veiny beasts that the boys her age and older were so eager to show her. Her younger brother had been the perfect partner for years, and she'd played with his equipment every chance she'd gotten even when they weren't being filmed.

But then Joey had sprouted hair, and his sack had gotten rougher and redder and its contents bigger. For awhile, she'd lovingly shaved his few hairs every few days and pretended he was still young and innocent, but a squirt of salty fluid into her unsuspecting mouth shortly after that had brought that illusion to an end. She, herself, had moved on to appealing to a different market by then, and then one day she'd stepped from actress to director without regret, informing her mother she was no longer a star but would be finding her own stars from then on.. Yet she still loved the sight of the little boys and the ones just beginning the change. She loved teasing them, loved how shy and modest they were about all their private places, loved the way they were unsure of themselves and subservient to older females. They were far more exciting than the little boys, who had no modesty, and the almost grown boys, who wanted to whip it out at the slightest provocation.

She also loved how desperate they were, the way they'd do anything if possible stimulation of their little wands was even hinted at. She liked the way boys jockeyed for dominance, too, the way they'd take joy in crushing each other and putting each other down as they tried to build up their own self-esteems. She'd loved watching Chad strip Efram naked and enthusiastically spank and then paddle his fat butt in both boy s' first movie appearances. He'd been dominated himself in school, and he'd in turn taken the chance to dominate a boy in a still lower position, reveled in his power, and she'd felt the thrill with him, watching her cousin Efram bawl as he got his butt beaten by another boy. Not that the little twerp hadn't deserved that and more. She'd looped the film of Chad blistering Efram's butt and the one of Chad masturbating afterward and played it over and over in the weeks that followed, reaching explosive orgasms of her own watching his boyish hand work on his rock hard little two-incher. Just call me the one-handed editor, she thought to herself. How many orgasms had she had editing "The Young Babysitter?" The innocence in his face, the cuteness of a boy wearing just a long shirt as a night gown, his genitals accessible by just lifting a hem, the speed of his hand and the quick pulsing of his orgasm, all of it thrilled her.

She took the opportunity of the break to study the smaller boy's genitalia (Chad's she had already memorized down to the last vein and wrinkle). He was clearly a cute little piece as well, with his flashing dark eyes and dark skin, and his little penis that was perfectly proportioned to his body. Unlike most girls who had a definite preference for cut or uncut men, Zoey genuinely like penises both ways. The foreskin made a boy's penis look bigger, and kept it from shrinking so much when he softened. It also made him look more harmless non erect, like some sort of droopy little finger that had, through some sort of genetic mishap, became attached to the boy's groin instead of his hand.

And when you skinned their foreskins back, their penis heads were softer than the cut boys. Softer, because they were protected from the outside air, and thus their delicate skin wasn't as dry or as tough.

Zoey glance at the older boy, her little star. Hard to believe he was only a year younger than her brother, she thought, eyeing the barely pubescent penis. Still, he had a few hairs now, his balls were definitely growing, and he could wet-cum – she'd only be interested in him for a bit longer before he became big and ugly like the rest of them. But for now, he still had that uncertain charm and the cuteness she needed. She had to admit that she liked the cut boys, too – there was a something to be said for the smaller, more rounded look, too, and they were generally cleaner, more hygienic. You could picture yourself leaning over and slurping the cut boys' rods right into your mouth without a qualm, no need to inspect them first.

A thought struck her – if these boys were supposedly brothers with different fathers, why was one cut and the other not? She'd have to fit the reason into a back story, somewhere – her viewers noticed stuff like that. Maybe during the waterfall scene –

She noticed that the boys had finally stopped laughing and were standing, panting, clutching their sides, their faces flushed and streaming tears. Zoey took the bottle from Lynch and passed it to them. "I'm going to shoot come close-ups now," she said. "Those tear-streaked faces could just as well be on boys with sore butts from a vigorous spanking! I'll piece them in somewhere later. Try to look like your butts hurt!"

Chad found himself easily able to stand with a distressed look on his tear-streaked face as Zoey framed his face, then zoomed in on his teary eyes. She did the same for Gabriel. Then she directed them to wipe their face on their shirts and get back into character.

"I'll cut all that other stuff out later," Zoey said. She turned to the girls. "Now pick it up from where the boys were worried about it being too cold without pants. And, ACTION," she added.

"But won't they get, like, frostbite or something?" Cassidy immediately ventured, as if the laughter interlude hadn't happened.

Mrs. Turpin smiled at her. "You're so sweet to care so much about your pet's little equipment. But this is Georgia, God's country,, not the Godforsaken heathen north where they grew up. It won't get below the 40's most of the time, and when it does they can stay in their pen. The rest of the time, their bottoms and boy parts can stand a little cold, I'm sure/ They'll be uncomfortable at times, but boys should be uncomfortable, especially in those areas, and they won't suffer permanent damage. And their worthless little peckers won't get frostbite – they'll just shrink into their bodies and hide, and their little bags will pull up tight against them and stay warm, too. Fact is, that'll improve their appearances – brats like these look better without their boy parts sticking out all over the place and getting in the way. And keeping their boy parts cold cuts down on their lustful ideas, too."

She fished among the clothing, lifting something with heft that rattled. She plunked it in front of Chad, clasping cold metal around his ankle with a click, repeating the process with his other ankle. Cassidy was doing the same to Gabriel. Both boys looked down with dismay. Metal cuffs now circled each of their ankles, with a short chain in between. "You'll wear these at all times from now on when you're out of your pen, unless you're given work that requires their removal," Mrs. Turpin announced. "You can walk as long as you keep your strides short, but you can't run in them. So you needn't even think about escaping! Attempts to escape will be met with appropriate punishment of all of your formerly private parts!" She glared at Gabriel's penis, which was dangling lower than Chad's as usual and appeared to upset her more (or at least her character).

After a moment, she looked back at their faces. "Rule three!" she bellowed. "Lance and I are too busy with the business affairs of the farm to tend to worthless pieces of shit like you! The girls will be in complete charge of you from now on in all matters, including your work assignments, and all of your activities. They will tell you when to eat, when to work, when to sleep, even when to take a piss! You will obey their every command without question. They are also in full charge of your discipline if you disobey, if they think you're going to disobey, or even if you look like you might think about disobeying. For that matter, they can discipline you for no reason at all, just because the like seeing you cry. They've been thoroughly briefed on the types of discipline they can administer, so you can assume automatically that if they order you to submit to discipline, it is with my approval. And if you even think about refusing to follow an order from one of them, including an order to submit to discipline, they will report your disobedience directly to me, and my son will come and give you a personal lesson in compliance like the one Poopsie over there has already received!" She glared at Gabriel, who looked put out at being called "Poopsie," as if "Flopsy" wasn't bad enough. "And if that happens," Mrs. Turpin added, her gaze bearing into him, "I'll tell him not to be as gentle with you next time, and to take his time about finishing so you can savor the lesson more. He's a boy of strong appetites, so he can give you multiple lessons a day if necessary, and he can delay his own pleasure if your behavior demands you have a longer lesson."

Gabriel cringed elaborately. To Chad it looked like a bit of an overreaction. "Tone it down," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth. "You're overdoing it."

"No I'm not," Gabriel whispered back. "I'm supposed to have just gotten it up the chute, remember? So bad I bled. Believe me, I know how you feel after that happens. You ought to know – you've been butt fucked, too. And that kid's huge – he probably has a python in his pants. If anything, I'm under reacting."

Mrs. Turpin glared at Chad. "No talking!" she roared. "Perhaps you need a lesson like his! I'm sure my son is ready to go again!"

"No, ma'am!" Chad exclaimed with fervor. She nodded in satisfaction.

"Good," she said. "Now, Rule 4: Neither of you are to look at my nieces with lust in your hearts or touch them in any of God's forbidden areas at any time. Their bodies are completely off limits. I know the kind of games you brats play, and you will not play them with my nieces. If either of you show excessive signs of friskiness in that regard, I'll nip that problem in the bud immediately." She rummaged by the pile of clothes that were left and picked up a long-handled device. Chad and Gabriel stared at it. Chad's first thought that it was a bolt-cutter – it was made entirely of stainless steel and had long handles on one end and jaws on the other. But instead of narrowing to point like they did on a bolt cutter, the business end of the tool broadened out into a pair of jaws that were about two inches wide and met in a flat line. Mrs. Turpin opened the handles, showing the boys that the jaws opened when she did, then closed them abruptly, showing them how the jaws closed again to pinch together like a wide but thin clamp.

"This is a castration clamp for male farm animals," she said, her voice low and full of threat. "You're going to get a live demonstration of how it works. Follow me."

Cassidy took a step behind Chad and gently slapped his bare butt, impelling him into motion. Mindy did the same to Gabriel. They followed Mrs. Turpin dutifully, taking short steps and moving their feet more rapidly than normal to keep up, the chains clanking as they walked. The distance was short, only one of the larger sheds, where they gathered around a calf that was wearing a halter and was tied to a stall inside. Lynch walked up beside the calf and circled its body with his arms, crowding it against the fence with his knee until it was pinned, looping a hand down and seizing its tail and pulling it to the side. Mrs. Turpin guided the remaining kids around to the rear of the animal.

Chad and Gabriel stared with some embarrassment at the rear of the young animal. With its tail pulled aside, the asterisk of its butt hole was visible right under it, the hairless lighter-colored asterisk in sharp contrast with the black hair that covered the rest of the animal. The both followed the smooth skin below the hole downward almost by compulsion, where it curved in between the calf's legs.

"You each may notice a resemblance to your own anatomy," Mrs. Turpin said. She pointed at the neat, wrinkled little purse of skin hanging where the boys were both now staring. Except for being covered with hair, it looked remarkably like a boy's scrotum, was even roughly the same size as Gabriel's. "Like yourselves, his organs of lust and generation are located in an external sack," she said. "The same is true of goats and sheep. That turns out to be very convenient for us. It makes the problem of removing his male organs from the equation so much easier than it would be otherwise."

She turned and fixated both boys. "You're city boys," she said, "so you wouldn't know this. But pigs and horses have no sacks – they keep their organs of lust and generation pulled tightly against their bodies instead. This makes the whole process of emasculating them much harder and more painful for the animal." She opened the jaws of the long- handled clamp again, looked the boys in the eyes. "It's easy with the little bulls like this one – a quick squeeze and you're done – no unsightly bleeding, no mess."

"Why do you want to do that?" Gabriel piped up, his voice unnaturally high with real upset at this topic. "Why do you want them to not have any balls? They can't help make babies if they don't have balls, can they?"

"We don't need most of them for baby making," Mrs. Turpin said reasonably. "Most of them will only live long enough to get big enough to sell to the packing plant. They don't need organs of lust at all for that."

"Besides," she added. "Young bulls would get too feisty for farmers who are growing them as beef if left unchecked. They'd want to mount everything in sight. In that respect, they're a lot like human boys from the teen years onward. And they'd taste bad when they were butchered, too." She indicated the opened clamps. "This handy little device keeps that from happening. You put a jaw on either side of the sack, above his organs of lust and generation, what you brats call his balls, and then you squeeze the handles until they hit the stops."

She demonstrated in the air, closing the handles. Chad and Gabriel watched, bug eyed, as the clamp end of the tool closed until the jaws met in a broad line. There didn't appear to be any space to speak of between the jaws when they were closed.. "It smashes the arteries and veins that go to the generative organs and the tubes that carry the semen out as well. Within a few days, the generative organs die and are absorbed, and he's left with an empty sack and no inappropriate ideas of mounting anyone."

Chad and Gabriel gulped simultaneously. Mrs. Turpin smiled at their expressions. "Hey, it could be worse. Some folks cut them out with a knife instead, like you have to with pigs and horses. I'm not saying this procedure is painless, because you'd know it's a lie. But the knife has to hurt a lot more." She turned to Lynch. "Ready, son?" she said. Lynch nodded and tightened his hold on the unsuspecting calf. Mrs. Turpin turned to the boys again. "So listen up, brats, and listen good. Fortunately for us, God made it impossible for young boys to hide their lust," she said. She pointed at Chad's penis. "You get to waving those little things of yours like a flag very often, I'll know what the cause is. And if any of you get too big for your britches and start showing any signs of even thinking about my daughters with lust in your hearts, this is what you can expect." She turned to the calf, bent down, and took the small, furry sack in her left hand, fitting the open clamp around either side of the dangling organ. Gently, she closed the clamp until it was snug on either side, close to the calf's body. Chad and Gabriel could now see the small, marble-like testes of the calf bulging out the bottom of the sack, trapped below the clamp. With a sudden movement, Mrs. Turpin slammed the handles together, holding them shut with all her strength. The calf lurched and gave a distressed bawl, Lynch having to press it tightly against the fence to hold it still as it lunged and shifted its legs around. Mrs. Turpin held the clamps tightly shut for the next minute or so, then opened them and removed the tool. A flat line now crossed the calf's scrotum next to its body, the scrotum having been pressed thin there. It looked sore as hell. Mrs. Turpin nodded with satisfaction. "That's it for him," she said. "His manhood, or bullhood, if you will, will be gone entirely within a week, and he'll be docile and obedient as a calf should be right up to the point he goes to market."

She turned and fixed both boys with a glare. "And if either of you show signs of excessive lust, you can expect the same treatment this little guy just got. Both of you. Because if I have to bring out the clamps to do one of you, I might as well get the whole herd." She turned to face Chad full on. "Frankly, boy, I considered just going ahead and putting the clamps on you, in particular, right now, as soon as I saw those few pathetic hairs on you. Those nasty, disgusting things tell me your balls are already growing, pouring that vile male hormone into your blood. I still think it might have been better to nip this in the bud before anything even gets started." She glared at Gabriel. "You, on the other hand, look like you'll be harmless enough for a couple of years yet – yours have started to drop, but you won't be fertile or growing any hair for awhile."

She turned back to Chad. "But I decided to wait and see. For one thing, I can get more work out of you brats if I don't castrate you – you'll be stronger and have more motivation. Those vile male hormones that make you lustful also make you stronger, more capable workers, and that's important because you'll be doing hard labor every day, earning your keep. Also, I'm not doing it now because my nieces asked me not to – they want to play with you a bit, and they don't want me to make you nonfunctional."

She turned to level her gaze at the two girls, too. "So here's the rule, the most important one. If they want to manipulate your little peckers and make you cum like they did washing you, that's fine – your bodies are theirs to play with. If they want you to touch each other, or do other things to each other, that's fine, too. But I'm warning both of you, if you touch the girls' forbidden areas, or even think of doing so, or if I even see you hard one too many times, I'll come with my clamp and bring an end to all of that forever for both of you. Although I'd like to keep you intact for stud purposes later if I can, I won't hesitate to give up on that if you can't control yourselves. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," both boys chimed in immediately. Mrs. Turpin glared at the two of them. "Okay," she said. "See that you don't forget."

"And....CUT" Zoey exclaimed. "Great scene, folks! Next we do the grand tour scene." She started shoving them out of the shed. Chad turned to look at the calf, now standing relatively placidly again. The clamp line across its small bag was still vivid, the little marbles in the bottom still visible. Would they really just wither away? He wondered what it had felt like when the clamp had closed on its little sack.

"Did you....did you really....?" he asked hesitantly.

"Castrate the little bugger?" Zoey said, smiling. "Oh, yeah! I like realism, so I fake as little as possible in my films. "He's one of Lace's 4H calves. Lace already did the others, but he saved this one for my film."

"But... doesn't it hurt?" Gabriel asked.

"Of course," Zoey said. "You saw the little thing jump."

"Cutting them hurts worse," Lynch said. "We used to do it that way when I was little. Gave me nightmares. God, I hated it when that time of spring came around – I couldn't help feeling...feeling what they had to feel. You know, the knife making swift cuts in their sacks, their balls being hauled out by the roots, the cords stretching until they broke somewhere inside. I could feel it myself, almost, on every calf. And it was bloody, too. Then Dad got the clamp, and I don't mind doing it now. It must hurt like a bitch when the blades close, but the guys who made the thing claim they go numb afterward, and their balls just shrivel up and disappear afterward. I mean, in a week you can grab their sacks and there's nothing in there at all. They stay small like that even when the calves grow big."

Chad allowed himself to be herded out of the shed. Man, he was glad he wasn't a calf. And he was doubly glad he was just an actor in this scenario, not the real orphan kid he was playing.

The sunlight struck Chad's midsection, reminded him that, for all intents and purposes, he was effectively naked still, naked and surrounded by relative strangers, most of them female. Having a mind of its own, as usual, his penis responded gratefully to the warmth. Zoey was pressing them on, leading them to the far side of the house. "Just carry on like you've just left the shed," she said. "You're afraid for you little balls, now, you're afraid of the girls and their authority over you, but you'll obey them because you're more afraid of getting your butts fucked by Lancelot's hog. And it is a hog, boys – I've petted it myself a few times when he was a tyke, and it was big then, and I just filmed him with his little brother yesterday for that scene in the shed we did earlier."

As she set up the next shot, she reflected on the younger version of the hulking boy who appeared with her in one of her most popular flicks, "My Teenage Tutor." He'd been naturally shy back then, a shyness that played well to the camera. His immature dick had been short and fat in those days when it was soft, long and fat hard. It had looked huge on his gangly frame then, sprouting out of a hairless crotch, his tiny, underdeveloped sack hiding under it in stark contrast. Lynch had been so shy in those days – she'd always had to coax him to get him to let her unzip his pants, and then he'd shut his eyes because he was too embarrassed to look at her with his pants open. During filming of "My Teenage Tutor," her gradual corruption of him and luring him into sex had been mostly real, not acting at all. He'd liked her fondling him through his pants and even his underpants, but had balked for some time at removing them and letting the camera display his full, throbbing glory. In the end, he'd liked her sucking him, though, probably because she'd learned to deep throat boys using him as her source of practice. But he'd never taken his pants or underpants clear off, never showed his butt in a film (let alone his butt hole, despite her mom's pleas that the back door boys would buy the movie in droves if he did).

One of the cutest things about him was that he'd always gotten really guilty afterward, guilty and embarrassed, and couldn't wait to put it away as soon as he'd cum. That played well in the movie every time they'd done it, and they'd done it a lot in that film, in every location conceivable. Come to think of it, Zoey herself realized she'd never seen his butt herself, and her memories of his penis were mostly tactile – he'd always been slow to get it out, quick to put it away. Of course, that was then – he'd have stripped naked right there and stood proudly erect in front of her now if she asked. The fact that his embarrassment was gone was one of several reasons she no longer asked.

"I used to do this gig, guys," Lynch said conversationally as he put the clamps back in the pile by the fire with the other equipment. "Made movies just like you. I was a star until I finally gave it up."

Until you got ugly and hairy, you mean, Zoey thought to herself. Like any of her audience would want to see him naked now. But she still had a fondness for Lynch – let him think he was still the object of her secret lust if he wanted. Besides, he was still useful. She turned to the boys.

"Okay, let's take it from there. Mom has gone into the house with Lurch. The girls are showing you what your life is going to be like from now on. You're scared to the bottom of your little ball sacks – shrivel your dicks scared! They know what to say and where to take you, just follow their lead. You're scared shitless. Action!"

Thus, Chad and Gabriel found themselves walking between the two girls, being directed by rude prods of their bare butts as they walked along, orgasm distended penises swaying with their uneven, manacled gaits. Zoey moved smoothly in front of them, aiming the camera alternately at their genitals and their heads, and Mrs. Turpin walked at the side, filming the whole party in a longer shot. Lynch had run ahead to station himself inside a shed that was in their path.

"This is where you two brats sleep," Cassidy said as they approached the shed. "It's also where you'll stay when we don't need you for something, or when you're penned up because the weather is too cold. You'll be locked in anytime you're here, of course, for your own protection." She indicated the shiny lock hanging loosely on the door, then fished out a key from a chain around her neck, where it had nestled between her budding breasts. Mindy fished a matching key out of her own, flatter chest, holding it up. They dropped the keys back in and Cassidy swung the door open and motioned the boys inside.

The inside of the shack was cooler than the outside air, and Chad's penis began retreating from the cold immediately, almost visibly shrinking into his crotch. Gabriel's penis retreated up behind his foreskin again as well. Light came in from translucent roofing panels in the roof, but there were no windows in the shack. Cassidy pointed to a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. "That's your light when we decide you need it," she said. "The switch is outside the door. Ma said you're not worth wasting electricity on, so lights out is early." She kicked a thick pile of old rags on the floor. "That's your bedding," she said. "There's no heat, so you'll need it. You'll also probably have to cuddle together to stay warm." She turned to Chad and smirked. "But I understand you boy people like to cuddle each other. You can even spoon, and take turns warming your little thingies in each other's butts!"

Chad and Gabriel both blushed. Even if it was play acting, having girls say things like that to you was embarrassing, especially if you were standing there with the
aforementioned "little thingies" hanging out in plain sight. Mrs. Turpin, in the corner of the shack, was capturing all this dialogue on tape. Gabriel looked around. He leaned into Chad and whispered in his ear, playing the shy little brother overwhelmed by the shock of being stripped of his clothes, raped, and then manhandled and masturbated by strange girls. "Ask them where the bathroom is," he said in a whisper that was loud enough the camera had surely caught it.

Chad admired Gabriel's perception. Of course that's what Zoey would want them to do – he was willing to bet the bathroom situation was going to be weird and degrading in pretty much every way. Still, he immersed himself into the character he was playing and tried to sound like a cowed little boy who'd just seen his brother brutally raped and feared he'd receive the same treatment any minute.

"Umm, there's no bathroom," he said tentatively, looking around him. "Where do we, um, wash up?"

"Where do we wash up, mistress," Cassidy corrected.

Chad tried again. "Where do we wash up, mistress?" he said, his voice a bit higher pitched. Cassidy grinned, the grin becoming a smirk.

"Where do you wash up, or where do you pee and poop?" she asked. "The answers are different, you see." She started out the door, the boys following, Mindy bringing up the rear. "You'll wash up in the waterfall just behind the trees," she said. "We'll show you later. We keep soap and shampoo there. The water's pretty cold, I'm afraid. It'll shrink your baby cajones down to nothing, and tighten your little puckers to raisins. In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing that. But cold or not, you'll just have to get used to it, because you shower every day there, no matter what the temperature is."

She led them around the shed, cameras following. "As for where you pee and poop..." she said. She pointed out to the side of the cabin, where the cracked opening in the ground that was the banks of the creek could be seen.

"We have to go on the ground?" Gabriel asked.

"Of course not," Mindy giggled. "You boys are so stupid!"

"They can't help it," Cassidy said. "When they're little, they aren't as easy to potty train as girls. Even boys this age still have accidents and wee their Toughskins. And they pee on everything when they think no one's looking – against trees, into bushes, off ledges..."

"Your toilet's over here," Mindy said, interrupting her sister. "You're not allowed to go anywhere else without our permission."

"Yeah, we may just tell you to hold it sometimes," Cassidy smirked. "I like watching you boys try to hold it – I especially like your little pee-pee dance. We may even have a little contest, with a prize, like winner doesn't get paddled." Despite knowing, deep down, that this was just a movie, Chad cringed inside. He hated pissing contests of any kind. It didn't matter if it was pissing the farthest, pissing the longest, or holding it the longest time. He sucked at all three. When he'd been younger, boys around him had suggested such contests from time to time, especially pissing for distance, but he'd always avoided participating, knowing that any such contest would involve displaying his penis to other boys or controlling his bladder for long periods of time, and he couldn't bring himself to do either. This fact had been demonstrated repeatedly in his class just weeks earlier, when he'd first peed on his teacher while being spanked, then had to beg to be allowed to pee in a jar in front of class because he couldn't hold it until the end of school. He'd also been diapered in class for three days, and despite a desire to stay dry and avoid public changings he'd been unable to do so.

Cassidy continued walking toward the creek. As they got closer, she pointed to a small platform extending off the bank, over the running water about 5 feet below. A hole about a foot in diameter was cut in the platform, with the water visible below it.

"This is your toilet," she said. "This is where you'll go most of the time to take a piss and make a dump."

"You mean we have to squat over that? Out in the open?" Gabriel exclaimed. Chad's face clouded with concern, primarily because, although this was play acting and he wasn't really going to have to use an outdoor toilet the rest of his childhood, he immediately suspected that Zoey would want one or both of them to be filmed using this thing. The last thing he wanted to do was to be filmed peeing into the hole, or worse yet, squatting on it trying to take a poo. Especially not in front of the girls.

Meanwhile, Cassidy was answering Gabriel's question, her face almost split in half with her grin. "No, I don't mean that," she said. "Ma was very clear on the procedure. We have to make sure that your insides are functioning properly, and that means we have to be able to watch everything you do here. So here are the rules, and you will follow them. When you take a pee, you are to turn stand with your butts to the stream, so that you face us on the platform while you pee. That way we can see your stream and know your boy parts are still working okay." Mindy demonstrated Cassidy's words by walking onto the platform, carefully skirting the open hole, turning to face them, and then thrusting out her crotch while miming aiming a dangling penis at the hole without touching it. She whistled jauntily for a moment, then bounced on her toes several times as if shaking the final drops off the end of her invisible penis when she was "done." Cassidy smiled at her. "Just like that," she said.

Mindy nodded back, smirking widely. "Now when you take a poop," Cassidy continued, " you have to get on all fours." Mindy dropped to her hands and knees at the far side of the open hole, spread her legs so they straddled each side of the hole, and then backed up until her butt hovered over the hole. Had she been naked, her butt would have been spread widely over the hole, but of course she was wearing jeans like her sister. Still the view of her smooth crotch up through her spread legs immediately conjured up thoughts of her girl parts in Chad, that mysterious slit he'd seen for the first time on his new friend Alan's cousin Chandra a few weeks before. He tried to picture Mindy naked as she posed, then frantically tried to shift his thoughts as his penis rose almost immediately.

Mindy, meanwhile, had lowered her head almost to the platform and was making elaborate grunting noises like a kid with serious constipation, finally collapsing in hysterics over how funny she was. Cassidy continued her instruction, walking to the platform. "When you're done with your dump, one of us will have to wipe you, because you're not allowed to touch yourself back there. You will announce you're done and say something like 'Mistress, I'm finished – will you please wipe my stinky butt?' Then one of us will wipe your disgusting butt for you. Any questions?"

Gabriel cleared his throat. "Do we have to do it that way?" he asked. "Shit, I mean? Can't we just squat? Or if we have to do it that way, can't we face the other way."

"Why?" Mindy said, grinning. "Don't you like people watching when you poo? It'll just be us, you don't have to be shy."

"Well, I am," Gabriel said. "It's embarrassing," he added. "I don't think I can go with you watching, especially in that position. I'd feel like, I don't know, like an animal."

"But you are an animal," Mindy said reasonably. "You're our pets. But even if you weren't, you're still animals. So are we. We're all animals. All animals poop. It's nothing special. You put food in one end, poop comes out the other."

"Besides," Gabriel said. "It's in the open. How do you know people aren't watching us from behind a tree or something?"

"You don't, I guess," Cassidy said. "Too bad about that. By the way, Flopsy, you've already earned yourself your first formal punishment. The S-word is off limits to you two. You'll have to be punished when we get to the discipline area, I'm afraid. Informal punishments, like spanking and thingy-pulling or ball smacking we'll do on the spot, but formal punishments are done in the punishment area – you'll find out why."

She paused. "Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, yes -- about the pooping situation -- you'll have to go sometime, and this is the only way – our aunt said so. So you might as well get used to it."

Gabriel's jaw dropped and he looked concerned. Chad didn't have to act his concern. Two facts had just struck him. First, Zoey said she liked realism – what were the odds she'd want to film this without one or probably both of them demonstrating use of the apparatus? Second, and arising from the first, if someone was to be filmed pooping, really pooping, not faking it, it wouldn't be Gabriel – he'd just gone a little over an hour ago and was probably good for the next day. But Chad – Chad hadn't taken a dump yet that day. In fact, upon reflection he suddenly became aware that he'd need to, soon. Best hold it and not mention it – Zoey didn't need help with her disturbing ideas.

"CUT," Zoey yelled again. All three cameras came down. She looked at the boys. "We'll finish here and go on to the punishment area," she said. She nodded the boys over to one side. "A private word, boys, if you would."

Chad and Gabriel followed her over, out of earshot of the girls. "I want to get the footage in this part of the yard filmed all at the same time – I'll piece it into the sequence later. So I need film of each of you over there," she said, nodding to the toilet platform.

Gabriel looked at her hesitantly. "You mean just peeing? Or peeing and pooping?" he asked.

"Both," Zoey said. "Of course, I'll be tasteful where the pooping is involved. My audience doesn't want to see that up close, so I'll focus on your bodies and faces but not the opening itself, if you know what I mean. At least, not once the actual process begins. They like seeing you open, if you know what I mean. So I'll film you working to get it out, the hole opening, but not the contents, not really. I'll cut away then, pan back so the detail isn't so graphic, and we'll shoot the actual evacuation process from the front from across the creek. So they won't really see you doing the deed, if you know what I mean. They'll see you straining and see the drop but not the actual act. I don't want to gross anyone out."

Chad looked at the ground. "Come on, boys," she said. "You're stars – you have to give us everything if this thing is going to be a hit. We need to go on, get through the punishment section, then to the waterfall – believe me, there's some stuff you're going to like doing a lot when we get there. But the girls will need some persuasion when we get there, and I can be more persuasive if you guys have given it all up to that point. I'm pretty sure I can get them to do some pretty wild stuff if I can use this as an example." She winked. "But you have to pay your dues, first. No pain, no gain! I know it's a bit embarrassing for you guys, but it'll help the girls get past their embarrassment when it's their turn, if you know what I'm getting at. Now who's going to be first?"

Gabriel cleared his throat and nodded toward the girls. "Do they have to watch?" he said. "I know in the story they watch, but couldn't you, they like, show them standing beside us, then have them somewhere for awhile and come back when we're done filming us poo- us doing it? No one would know they weren't there all along if you keep the camera close to us."

"Sorry, Galahad," Zoey smiled. "Got to have them in the shot for realism – need to see them react. Especially to you pooping. You can't fake the expression you get when you watch a boy pee and poop for the first time in front of you. That's why we're over here talking, where they can't here us. Because they don't even know they're actually going to see you do the deed," she said. "I want their unsullied reactions when they do."

"I don't know if I can go in front of them," Gabriel said. "Even pee. Girls make me pee-shy sometimes."

"Really?" Zoey said. "Seriously? My little brother used to pee in front of me all the time when he was your age – even liked to have me hold his little soldier while he did. You must have peed in front of girls before, haven't you?" she said encouragingly. "Mom? Sister? Babysitter? I bet they even held your little mouse for you while you did it. And I bet you and Vlad pee side by side all the time," she added. "Just think of the girls watching you as boys with really little peckers. Tiny little peckers much smaller than yours. Think of them looking at you with awe."

Gabriel smiled at that thought. "Okay," he said. "I can do that, I think." He giggled. "Really little peckers," he echoed. Then another thought hit him. "But, I've already had a dump today – just a little while ago, so I don't think I could do that at all. Sorry."

He certainly didn't sound sorry, Chad thought to himself. "Let's just start with the peeing for now, and see how it goes, fellows," Zoey said. "Remember, the girls are going to have to put themselves on the line in the waterfall scene – they're going to be reluctant, but the farther you push yourselves here, the more leverage you'll have for them to push themselves in the penultimate scene!"

Gabriel hesitated more, but Chad noticed, suddenly, that his penis wasn't dangling any more, but instead was angled out from his body slightly. As he watched, Gabriel's penis began lengthening noticeably until it was half hard, pointing its droopy head outward. Zoey followed his gaze, nodded in some sort of confirmation. "Okay," she said. "I can count on you to pee for the camera, at least." She looked at Chad. "Guess it's up to you to carry the honor of the males, Chet," she said cheerfully. "You'll get up there like a man and take a dump for me, won't you?" She smiled encouragingly. "I'll make sure the girls are very, very nice to you later if you do. I'll even throw in a nice bonus for both of you if the toilet scene looks good."

Chad gulped. Could he really do it? He'd done something similar a few weeks ago on his own patio with even more people watching, but then he'd been helped along by the pressure of an enormous enema, and going had been more of a relief than anything else, the humiliation of it all striking him only as he was finishing. Could he do it without the enema, just force himself to go?"

"I don't know," he managed to say.

"Well, think about it," Zoey said. "I want to film you guys' introduction to the punishment arrangements next, then come back to this – I have good reasons for needing to film in that order, as you guys will see. Perhaps you'll be more confident by the time you need to perform."