Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 45

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 45
by Chadlad

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Chapter 45: The Punishment Area

"I could film my part now," Gabriel ventured. "I kind of have to go, anyway."

Zoey looked at Gabriel's steadily erecting penis. "Great!" she said. "You having to go, that is. It'll fit the next scene really well – nothing like a piss hard-on and an authentic pee-pee dance from a boy to make a scene more realistic! Just play along and insert it into the story. But wait until the right time to mention it – you'll know when."

She strode back to the group by the platform. Gabriel gave Chad a puzzled shrug and followed, leaving Chad little choice but to join them.

"Let's pick it up from the last scene. Start toward the punishment area, and pick up the dialogue as you go." She raised the camera. "Action!" she called.

The girls began herding Chad and Gabriel up the creek bed to where it wound behind the house by a tall tree. Lynch followed along, his threatening presence ensuring the boys' cooperation. There, in the shade of the tree, was an outdoor workbench, weather beaten and cracked, the top covered with a canvas that appeared to conceal numerous objects, if the bumps under the canvas were any indication. Next two it were two new structures embedded in the ground about 3 feet apart. Each consisted of a vertical pole and a horizontal two-piece bar with three holes in it, the center hole wider than the other two. Bells began ringing in Chad's head. He'd seen pictures of these in books, and knew what they were, and what he knew chilled him even if it was just a movie…

"The formal punishment area," Cassidy said breezily, waving a hand at the structures. "Where you two will be taken when a simple, on the spot punishment isn't enough."

"Stocks!" Gabriel said suddenly, echoing what Chad had been thinking. Just the right height and size for early pubescent boys like the two of them. With holes small enough to trap his and Gabriel's wrists, he realized, and a bigger center hole for their necks. He shuddered at the thought of being locked, helpless, into such a device. Sure, it was just play acting, but play acting could get out of hand, and they'd be helpless locked in those things. He honestly didn't think Zoey would hurt him, at least not much, but what if one of the girls, or Lynch, or Mrs. Turpin took the opportunity afforded by their total helplessness to indulge some sadistic urge?

"This is where you'll be brought for formal punishments," Cassidy said. "You know, when you need a big lesson," she added.

"Like if you say 'shit,'" Mindy said. Gabriel looked genuinely fearful.

"Yes, like that," Cassidy said, smirking at the younger boy. "Oh, we won't bother to come up her every time you guys screw up – I've a feeling you'll be screwing up a lot. So if you just need your little butts slapped a few times over our laps, or you need your little thingies pinched or your little sacks squeezed, we'll just do that on the spot. But when you need bigger punishments and we might have trouble holding you still for them, this is where you'll be brought. It's kind of like being sent to a corner, only you can't move, we can see all of you and not just your backs, and you have to bend over so all your private places show."

She smiled at both boys, the smile looking like a shark's grin. "So if you don't want to be brought here, where you'll be completely helpless and nothing at all can stop us from beating your little butts bloody if we want, you'll behave yourselves. You'll do what we say, without question, instantly. And if one of us decides you need an informal punishment like a spanking, you'll get over our laps without protest and submit to it, and you'll stay there until we say we're done spanking you. Or you'll be brought here to the stocks and strapped in for your punishments."

Lynch was leaning against the bench lazily, his arms crossed, looking smug. "I'd do what they said if I was you guys," he said. "You know, I bet it'd be a lot more fun to take you guys from behind when you're strapped in here." He indicated the ground behind the stocks, where each one had two rings protruding from the ground with leather straps attached to them, rings spread widely. "Those spread your legs real nice," he said. "And hold them still, too. I'd have a nice clean shot at your tight little bung holes. All you'd be able to do is scream."

"You won't want to do that," Gabriel said. "Not out here in the open. The girls would see you."

Lynch turned a leering eye at the girls. "Would do them good to see me – see what they need themselves. One look and they'd be hooked."

"In your dreams," Cassidy snapped back. "There's no way I'm letting you near me with that disgusting, hairy thingy of yours. Don't think we don't know how you stage those 'accidents' where we walk in on you in the shower because you 'forgot' to close the door." She make little quotation marks in the air with her fingers as she addressed him. "You'll never have me or my sister and you never will – we're your cousins, for heaven's sake."

She eyed Chad up and down elaborately, ending at his crotch. "Now him, that's another story," she said. "He's kinda cute in a little-boy way."

Chad blushed. Lance's gaze hardened. "Suit yourself," he said. "I'd probably enjoy fucking his butt more than your pussy, too, if you get right down to it, you frigid bitch." He turned to Chad and fixated him with a glare. "I've got important stuff to do," he said. "I don't have time for silly games with smart-mouthed little dykes or dickless little brats, unless it involves stuffing your butts with my python. So I'm going back to work. If you're smart, you'll do what the girls tell you, exactly what they tell you, and you'll do it when they tell you to. If I have to come up here to straighten you guys out, you can bet there's going to be a lot of pain involved." He turned his glare on Cassidy. "And you remember what Ma told you if you want to keep your little pets intact. If your little pets forget their place with you guys, they'll be singing in the Pope's choir."

The coldness of his voice made Chad shudder in spite of himself. He turned and strode down the hill, disappearing into the house.

"What did he mean, 'singing in the Pope's choir,'" Gabriel asked in a squeaky voice.

Mindy looked at Cassidy quizzically. "He means that it's the clamps for you if you get caught touching our boobs or butts, or our privates," Cassidy replied. "Anywhere in our bra or underpants regions. That is, if you get caught. He's saying you'll be singing soprano for life."

"But you said you were going to spank us over your knees," Gabriel said reasonably. "Doesn't that mean that we'll be lying against your privates then? And our privates are bare!" He pointed to his bare underpants region and his genitals hanging out of them, his pee hard-on making his penis project again.

"Spankings don't count," Cassidy said. "Because your butts will be burning so bad sex won't be on your minds then." She looked meaningfully at Mindy. "And nothing else counts if we don't get caught." She looked down a Chad's genitals and licked her lips suggestively.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, then Cassidy turned to Gabriel. "Now that you know where you stand and our cousin has described so eloquently what he'd like to do with your tight little rear entrances, I believe Flopsy has earned himself a formal punishment for bad language," she said calmly, "Mindy will get to demonstrate how the stocks work right now."

Mindy smiled at lifted the top bar, opening the stocks. "No way!" Gabriel panted. "No way! No, no, no, no, no! I'm not putting my head in that thing! You can just forget it!"

"We never forget anything," Cassidy said mildly. "Especially not little brats who misbehave by using bad language and then disobeying their mistresses." Moving surprisingly fast, she grabbed the smaller Gabriel around the middle, putting him in a bear hung and pinning his arms, squeezing the breath our of him. She lifted his small frame completely off the ground strode to Mindy, putting him back on his feet in front of the stocks. Squeezing more tightly with her left arm, she released the right and pressed on the back of the squirming boy's head, pushing in into the center hole. Mindy reached down with lightning speed and seized Gabriel's scrotum in her tiny fist before he could react, pressing the two harder lumps inside it together, just to the point of the first ache of discomfort.

"I can squeeze lots harder," she said in a threatening voice in Gabriel's ear. "In fact, I'd like to. So you can give me a reason to, or you can be a good little brat and put your arms in the arm holes voluntarily." She tightened her grip on Gabriel's nuts as she finished this statement. Cassidy kept her pressure

Gabriel, his face white, stopped trying to raise his head, went limp, and lifted his arms hastily into the two outer holes. Cassidy let go of Gabriel with one arm and clapped the stocks shut and closed its catch. Crouching, Cassidy then fished out her key and unlocked Gabriel's leg chain on the right side. Immediately, Mindy was shoving each of Gabriel's feet apart, one at a time, using her own feet and still gripping Gabriel's sack. Cassidy circled one foot with a leather strap and cinched it, then hitched down the other, Zoey gleefully filming the whole process. In moments, Gabriel was bound completely, head and hands trapped, feet bound to the ground, legs completely spread. Mindy let go of Gabriel's scrotum, reached under it, and gave his penis a hard yank, causing a quick yelp from Gabriel. She released his shaft, slightly softer from the mistreatment of his balls but still pee-hardened, and stepped back.

She glared at Gabriel. "Your training isn't going well so far, Flopsy," she said in a disappointed tone. "But you'll learn. We girls are in charge, totally in charge. That's the way it's going to be from now on." She looked at Cassidy. "I should paddle him instead of just spanking him, shouldn't I?"

"Indubitably," Cassidy said. "He needs to learn." Mindy walked to the bench, Cassidy walked to Chad, who was standing near the front of the stocks, looking at Gabriel with pity in his eyes.

"Come around to his backside, Buttons," she said to Chad. "I want to make sure you get a bird's eye view of this so you know what to expect when it's your turn, as I'm sure it soon will be."

She brought Chad around to the back and stationed him to Gabriel's right side. Chad looked at Gabriel's bottom curiously. Gabriel's bare ass was thrust outward because of the position the stocks, which were barely above nipple height on the boys. The widely spread position of his feet opened his crack even further, so that none of his butt was protected – everything was completely visible – his light- brown butt crack, his darker colored rosette with the scar Tommy had given him still vivid, and the smooth expanse of skin flowing from it between his legs where it bulged to form his scrotum with the neat line that ran from butt hole to the division of his scrotum bisecting him. Zoey looked out from behind the camera. "Makeup, Ma!" she called.

Mrs. Turpin, who'd been staying out of the scene as she was supposed to have left the boys in the tender care of her son and the girls, stepped forward with a box in her hand and leaned forward, examining Gabriel's crack from close range. She immediately fished in her box and came up with some sort of dark red, gelatinous material. She rolled it between her fingers, making a string, and then leaned over Gabriel's butt. "Hold still, boy," she ordered. Gabriel flinched as she pulled one of his buns open even farther and expertly applied the material so that it trailed off of his scar and down on to the smooth skin between his legs. She flattened and smeared it, added more material, and the added some red grease paint to his scar and stepped back. Suddenly, Gabriel's butt hole scar had changed, become a livid red that looked newly torn, with congealed blood trailing from it toward his scrotum. She nodded at Zoey and stepped back.

"Action!" Zoey said immediately.

"I'd say you should go with a medium paddle this first time," Cassidy called over to Mindy, who had lifted the cover off the bench to reveal its contents. Chad craned his neck as Zoey's camera panned. The bench was covered with a bad boy's nightmare – paddles and more paddles, big, small, thin, fat, paddles with holes and smooth leather-covered boards. Anything you could use on a boy's butt was there – ping-pong paddles, paddle-ball paddles, oval and rectangular hair brushes, and even giant fraternity paddles. There were also various sizes of whips, a number of wooden rods, and even some freshly-cut switches. On the far end of the bench there were some devices that were even more disturbing – spring-loaded metal clamps, small, wooded screw clamps, and other clamps Chad had never seen before. Cassidy followed his gaze and read his expression.

"Yes, those are for your little thingies and your little sacks," she affirmed. "Perhaps if you behave yourselves you won't feel them too often."

Then Chad saw something else, something that he easily recognized and that he had very bad associations with. Next to the clamps were several things with an unmistakable shape, things he'd felt in his own rectum not that long ago. Butt plugs! No question at all – on the end of the bench were several butt plugs, ranging in size from a medium plug much like the one The Nose had inserted in his rectum during his punishment to large plugs the sight of which filled him with dread. Play acting or no play acting, if they decided to demonstrate use of the butt plugs, it would be serious business. Could he go through with it? Well, maybe. If it wasn't one of the big ones. If they lubricated it well and didn't force it in too fast.

Gabriel, who couldn't see anything on the bench or anything they were doing behind him in his immobilized position, was wiggling uncomfortably at the discussion going on around him. Mindy selected an oval wooden hairbrush and walked over to Gabriel's front. "I'm using this one you, Flopsy," she said cheerfully. "Because you've been a bad pet." She skipped around behind Gabriel to join Chad and Cassidy.

"Don't spank me!" Gabriel pleaded. "I gotta pee!"

"Well, don't," Cassidy said flatly. "There is no peeing or pooping in the punishment area. If you do, you'll get punished on the part of you that offended."

"What?" Gabriel said, confused.

"She means you get you thingy punished if you pee, you poo hole punished if you poo," Mindy said.

Cassidy suddenly jumped. "Wait, don't start yet," she exclaimed. "Mustn't forget the soap for a dirty brat with a dirty mouth," she added cheerfully. She strode to the bench and grabbed a bottle of dishwashing detergent that Chad noticed for the first time. The bottle had an odd, rounded spout attached to the top, like a miniature penis complete with a pee hole in the end. She walked to Gabriel and pried his head up until he was looking out at her, then pushed the nozzle into the corner of Gabriel's tightly pursed mouth, which, despite his attempts to keep his lips shut, it penetrated easily. She gave the bottle a healthy squeeze. Gabriel let out a howl and began spitting and sputtering. Cassidy grinned and stepped back from the soapy foam Gabriel was spitting in every direction. "Burns, doesn't it?" she said conversationally to the sputtering boy. "My aunt only had to use it on me once to cure me of potty language like yours."

Cassidy put the bottle back on the bench, then spoke up loudly, to be heard over Gabriel's sputters. "I was going to have Mindy administer 10 blows on the bare for your foul language. That in addition to using the soap, of course. Have you brats ever gotten 10 good ones with a hairbrush?" she asked, looking at Chad.

"Uh, no," Chad said, trying to think of what story he should tell on the spur of the moment. "Uh, our mother's boyfriends used to spank us a lot, you know, mostly through our pants, but on our underpants or bare sometimes, but they never paddled us."

"Well, then Flopsy is in for a treat. He's going to discover that a paddle burns a heck of a lot more than the bare hand. Have you guys ever been spanked so hard you got blisters?" she added, looking smugly at the camera as she asked.

"Uh, sometimes," Chad extemporized. "When we were bare, mostly," he added.

"Well, I'm guessing 10 with the paddle would blister your delicate little butt quite nicely, Flopsy," she said sweetly to Gabriel. "That's what I was going to tell my sister to give you. But since you failed to get in the stocks on your own when ordered, I'm increasing that to 15, and I'm going to order her to apply the last blow to your little sack instead of your tight little butt. That should encourage you to obey me next time." She nodded at Mindy. "You can begin on your pet's little butt when you're ready. Take your time and make them hard. You, pet, can count for him," she added to Chad.

Zoey panned around to Gabriel's butt, focusing in on his spread legs, his protruding, naked buttocks, his tight, exposed butt hole. Looks like the "back door boys" that Zoey was talking about will get their wishes with this one, Chad thought to himself. Zoey leaned in, focused so tightly on Gabriel's nether orifice that it much have filled the whole screen, then pulled back.

"Cut!" Zoey said. "Here's the deal," she added. "We need the first two blows bare and for real, to create the shot and convince the watchers your butt is really getting blistered," she said, squatting down by Gabriel's head to look him in the face. "You're tough, you can stand that. Then I'll shift to a front view we'll slip up the protective panties, and she'll finish your paddling with them on – it'll still sound like paddle on bare skin, but it'll only sting a bit, just enough that you can react to each blow. Try to cry convincingly as soon as possible – I can sweeten the audio, but I can't do much about your face." Mrs. Turpin handed her a small, rubbery-looking garment, which, when unfolded, turned out to look like a pair of rubber panties. "They're double-thick in the crotch," she said. "So the genital blow might ache a bit, but it won't kill you. You're tough, Gawain. You can take it, I know you can. After the genital blow, we'll cut again, take the panties off, and Ma will enhance the damage with a bit of greasepaint and powder. Now let's do it."

She handed the panties back to Mrs. Turpin, who stepped out of the picture. Mindy lined the paddle up on Gabriel's diminutive buttocks. Gabriel trembled, hunched his back and tried to shrink away. "Push out!" Mindy ordered. "Or you'll get more of them on your sack." Gabriel forced himself to relax, thrust his butt out. Mindy's arm came down swiftly, landing the wooden paddle head with a loud smack on Gabriel's unprotected butt with such force that Chad jumped. Gabriel stiffened, trembled like he'd received an electric shock, tilted his head back, and howled. "COUNT!" Cassidy ordered Chad, smacking his own exposed butt sharply with her hand.

"ONE!" Chad shouted, the sting in his butt surprisingly strong. Mindy raised her hand again.

"NO MORE!" Gabriel blubbered. "PLEASE, NO MORE! IT HURTS!"

Mindy's arm descended again, with a smack on Gabriel's opposite buttock that was, if anything, even louder. His howls increased in intensity. Chad felt waves of pity for his little cousin – that looked like it had really hurt. Chad's butt suddenly stung even more intensely than before as Cassidy smacked him again. "TWO!" Chad yelled, jumping.

"CUT!" Zoey called. "Wardrobe!"

Mrs. Turpin moved forward again, releasing each of Gabriel's legs one at a time, slipping the panties over them, pulling them up over his twitching butt, then forcing his legs out again and strapping them down. Just before the panties covered Gabriel's butt, Chad noticed that the paddle had left angry red squares on his cousin's bare butt, one on each side. Gabriel continued howling unabated during this whole process, hanging his head now. Mrs. Turpin moved out of the shot, and Zoey moved to the front, where Gabriel's face and back could be seen, and his legs, but his butt was covered by the bar and the fact he was wearing protective rubber pants wasn't visible.

Mindy continued Gabriel's paddling then, her hand rising and falling rhythmically as Chad counted. Gabriel's bawling continued even though his butt was mostly protected now – apparently the first two blows had left him so sore that anything after that was also unbearable. Mindy paused as Chad's count reached 14. "And now, Flopsy, one for your little floppy and his two friends!" she crooned. The paddle fell again, square on Gabriel's genital bulge in the panties. Gabriel squealed convincingly, and Chad flinched. "Fifteen," he bayed belatedly. He wondered how much the blow had hurt. Mrs. Turpin stepped in and yanked the rubber pants down in back, stretching them so she could pull them to Gabriel's ankles. She retrieved her makeup box and began swiftly applying paint and powder, dabbing color in here, powder there. Finally, she stepped back and admired her work. Chad goggled. Gabriel's butt now looked like a blistered mess – welts and bruises all over it, even red bruising on his scrotum. She stepped out of the shot, and Zoey shifted the camera around behind Gabriel and panned all over his buttocks, zooming in to his scrotum to finish the shot. She shifted back to the front. Mindy put down the paddle on the bench and returned, grasping his back with her left hand and making movements as if rubbing his buttocks with the other but keeping her hand above his skin to protect his makeup.

"Did you enjoy you paddling, Flopsy?" she asked sweetly.

Gabriel kept howling. Mindy raised her hand, slapped his butt with it with a loud crack. "Answer me!" she yelled.

"It—it – it hurts!" Gabriel moaned. "It huurrrrrts!"

"And – Cut!" Zoey said, lowering the camera. Gabriel stopped howling immediately, to Chad's surprise. The girls were unsnapping his leg restraints, and then Mrs. Turpin raised the bar of the stocks. Gabriel got up stiffly, swiped at his eyes, and then cupped his butt ruefully.

"Those first two were bad," he said. "I thought I was gonna die. But the rest weren't so awful." His penis was erected again, and he began dancing, reminding everyone that his need to pee wasn't an act.

"But," Chad said. "Didn't that hurt your balls at the end?"

"Don't muss the makeup, boy!" Mrs. Turpin barked.

"A little," Gabriel said, dropping his hands guiltily. "But I'm getting paid." He looked at Zoey. "Can we go to the pissing scene now? 'Cause if we don't go soon I'm going to piss right here."

"That's the spirit!" Zoey said. "Back to the creek for the potty scene!"

Chad's heart skipped a beat. The potty scene. It was time for the potty scene. The scene where he and Gabriel were supposed to pee, and he was supposed to poop. In front of everyone. Despite his resolve to see this through, get the rewards Zoey promised them, fear rose in him quickly, performance fear. Could he do it?

"Don't wipe away the tears," Zoey added to Gabriel. "We want the audience to see a thoroughly paddled boy when you stand up on the platform to do your thing. The contrast with Chip's white butt should be wonderful. The butt lovers will die of ecstasy. We'll start with you in front of the stocks – you've just been released – you reach to comfort yourself unconsciously and then we'll take it from there. I'm filming all the way down – I need front and back shots of you guys walking – I got fans who love both views on boys. ACTION!"

Gabriel shifted uncomfortably, reached for his bottom. Mindy slapped at his hand, which Gabriel dropped guiltily. "No touching, Flopsy!" she ordered. "And what's all the dancing for?" she added with scorn in her voice. "You boys are such babies when we paddle your delicate little heinies."

"It hurts!" Gabriel said, his hands twitching, his feet dancing. "And I still gotta pee bad!"

"Hold still," Cassidy ordered. "You're setting me buggy. And I need to put your leg chain back on.."

Gabriel tried to control his movements as Cassidy crouched by his jutting, dancing penis and reclipped his manacles. He clearly did have to go now – every movement said so. His penis was fully erect now, bouncing jauntily as he danced. His little sack was now clearly visible underneath, like a very large walnut affixed to where his legs joined. Mindy reached over and nudged his penis a couple of times from under the still foreskin covered head, watching it bounce.

"Potty time!" Cassidy sang out. "This way, pets!"

She marched off toward the boys' toilet over the stream, whistling jauntily, as Mindy prodded them from behind. Gabriel's boyish little butt looked convincingly blistered and bruised in the sunlight, suggesting he had indeed just received a big paddling. He sniffled theatrically and swiped at his tear-streaked face as he walked. Zoey shifted around them as they walked, focusing on first on pair of buttocks and then the other, then racing past them to focus on them as they approached, zooming in on Gabriel's pointy, erect penis, and Chad's now shrunken, button-shaped one. They soon reached the platform.

Without hesitation, Gabriel squared his shoulders and strode onto the platform with as much dignity as a boy with a naked midsection who is about to be filmed while peeing in front of virtual stranger could muster, cameras angled at him from three sides. Lynch, after leaving them earlier, had apparently obtained a camera and crossed the creek on stones and was standing to one side down in the creek bed. Chad wandered what sort of angle he had on Gabriel from there. Gabriel's butt must look bigger, his head smaller from that angle. Mrs. Turpin was filming from the side, where the angle of Gabriel's penis and his stream to come would be most visible. Zoey was shooting from the front, full on. Gabriel walked carefully onto the platform, turned to face them, blushed more deeply, and looked down at his hard penis, and then looked at the girls with consternation. Chad saw the problem immediately. With the mild curve in his penis and its extreme rigidity, and the fact that Gabriel's pee slit was higher on his penis tip than on most boys, there was a real risk he'd actually pee on himself in that position, and he'd definitely pee all over the platform rather than down the hole. "We can't touch ourselves, you said," Gabriel said helplessly. "So how can I…" he left the rest of the sentence unspoken.

Mindy moved over onto the platform opposite the side Mrs. Turpin was shooting from, and with great daintiness gripped his penis head between her thumb and forefinger and forced it downward, toward the hole. Gabriel stepped back some more, hunching to allow his penis to point down without the bending being too uncomfortable. He was still worried that even with Mindy holding him he'd miss the hole. They stood there in that tableau for some time, Gabriel trembling a bit as he tensed and relaxed various muscles, the three cameras humming.

Lynch's camera was angled so that Gabriel's butt was in most of the frame, and thus he got a bird's eye view of Gabriel's butt contractions and leg tensing as he fought to release his sphincter. Mindy decided to fill the action gap. "I never got to see a boy pee before," she volunteered with just a tinge of wonder in her voice. "A big boy, I mean. I've seen babies. But I've never seen one big enough to pee standing up." Zoey zoomed in on Gabriel's genitals, her mother took the long shot with Mindy and Gabriel in it as well as Cassidy standing by Chad, holding him by the arm as if he was waiting his turn. Both returned to having Gabriel and Mindy at full length in their viewfinders.

Nothing happened for some moments more, except that Gabriel held his breath and then released it several times, and his abdominal muscles rippled periodically. His arms flexed impotently at his sides as he fought the rigid clamping of his abdominal muscles. The pee burn was strong in him now – he had to go bad, but his body was fighting him, protesting the audience. He squeezed his butt a couple of times, then stared at his penis tip again. Finally, without warning, his stream shot out, splashing onto the platform in front of the hole, little spatters rebounding and hitting Mindy's ankles as she lunged to correct his position and aim his stream down the hole. Once started, Gabriel peed powerfully, as only prepubertal boys can do. Chad, watching, remembered some kid at school telling him a story about a peeing contest they'd held in Australia for young boys, where parents actually entered their kids and cheered them on, and the boys competed to see whose stream would go the farthest. The kid telling the story had sworn it happened at a county fair or something, and that the boys did it right in front of a big audience. "They had their back to the people," he'd said. "So only the other contestants could see their dicks, not the audience, but they did it right in front of everyone! I mean, everyone there, even the girls, could see that they were peeing!" The kid claimed the winner had peed some ridiculous distance, like 20 or 30 feet. When Chad had expressed doubt that little boys could pee that far, the boy had said that it was because they were little boys that they could, that it was easier for little boys.

Chad knew he'd never have been able to do such a thing as pee in a contest for distance. But he knew, now, that the boy had been right about that last point. Gabriel could pee in a way that he could only dream of doing, and might indeed have been able to shoot his stream 20 feet if he really pushed. He wondered if the boy stuff growing inside himself was making peeing harder as he matured.

Gabriel finally finished peeing, his stream breaking into droplets as it poured through the hole to splash in the creek. Mindy let go of his now softening organ to begin applauding gleefully, and Gabriel blushed more, forcing out a few last little squirts. Zoey zoomed in at the drip hanging from his penis, then back out as Gabriel first reached for himself and then, at Mindy's frown, withdrew his hands and bounced on his toes to shake the errant drop loose. He walked off the platform almost blissfully, avoiding the wet spot, his job done and his aching bladder finally relieved.

"You're next, Buttons," Cassidy said. "Pee-pee time!"

Chad, heart thudding, looking at the ground, walked to the platform and then on it, carefully avoiding where Gabriel had wet. He turned to face the girls as ordered, knowing his butt was toward Lynch and grateful the boy couldn't see his much smaller penis for the moment. Light glinted off of Zoey's camera lens as she zoomed in to his crotch, then panned back. He looked down at himself. Uh-huh. Elevator button again. It figured. The contrast with Gabriel's proudly jutting tool was humiliating. Well, at least he wouldn't need a girl to hold him down so he'd not pee in his face, he thought, almost letting out a hysterical giggle. Heck, Cassidy wouldn't even be able to get a grip on it!

Chad tried to will his muscles to relax. His butt was tense, his abdomen was tense, and inside him he could feel the familiar pee-burn that watching Gabriel pee had triggered, the burn that meant he seriously had to go as well. He looked nervously at the girls, who were grinning at him. He looked down nervously at his penis again, not really visible, so withdrawn he could clearly see his whole scrotum under it. He stepped back like Gabriel had, worried that with his penis tip pointed straight out he'd miss the hole entirely. Still worried, he stepped back again. His right foot went into empty space and he teetered comically, the manacle chain limiting his movements. For a moment it looked like he'd fall backwards into the creek, but somehow he caught his balance again. The girls laughed at his arm waving contortions, but the scare had, somehow broken the spell, and he felt the pee in him descend to the lower sphincter, the pee-burn in him increasing. He settled in front of the hole, concentrated on relaxing. Still he could not make anything come out.

"Here, I'll help you, Buttons," Cassidy said, stepping daintily around Gabriel's wet spot and onto the platform. She turned to face the bank beside Chad, put her right arm around him, and began gently stroking his genital region – circling his scrotum with her finger tips, gently shifting his balls from side to side, circling the tip of his barely visible penis with her index finger. Chad's penis head began to emerge and his butt twitched in response, then squeezed tightly, a fact Lynch recorded with glee "That's not helping!" Chad exclaimed as his penis responded more completely, stretching out and angling upward. "You're making me hard!"

"I was trying to get it to stick out," Cassidy pouted. "It's so shy."

"But now it's too hard," Chad moaned in protest. "I can't pee when I'm hard."

Isn't hard followed by soft if you keep handling it? After you get the yips, I mean?" Cassidy asked. "Isn't that how you boys work?"

She resumed stroking Chad's penis, now circling it with her fingertips in a most enticing fashion. "Just shut your eyes, Buttons. I'll have you soft again in a jiffy."

Oh, great. He was going to squirt on camera again – only this time on three cameras, so they could see his butt contractions, his pelvic contractions from the side, the look on his face, the whole package. At the same time, though, his penis was shouting at his brain to shut up – he was being masturbated by an extremely cute girl, every boy's dream! As she continued and Chad's penis reached its full extension, the penis' voice won out. He shut his eyes and let his instincts take over. With his eyes shut, his other sensations expanded enormously. He could feel the slight breeze on his bare butt, hear the creek trickling below him, hear the distant whir of the cameras – but mostly, he felt her hand on the tip of his penis, so stimulating, so powerful, so…

And suddenly he was having an orgasm, squirting a spatter of drops out through the hole while standing on his tip toes, his butt contracting wildly. He could feel Cassidy continuing to stroke him, massaging the fluid dripping out of him into the underside of his penis head. He shuddered, overwhelmed with feelings, then sagged against the girl. He had to pee, he had to pee so bad! Without even thinking about it, he immediately released his bladder, pee streaming out of him and down into the creek, burning the tip of his penis which was suffering from too many orgasms in the last hour. The girl held him tightly, then gave his penis head a squeeze and released it, wiping her hand delicately on his t-shirt. "You can thank me later," she said, stepping away. She looked around. "Now do either of you have to go poo?"

"I already went today," Gabriel said immediately.

"You sure?" Cassidy said. "Because this is your own chance today – no more poo breaks until tomorrow sometime."

"I'm sure," Gabriel said forcefully.

"Fine, but you'd better not need to go until then. Remember that the penalty for unauthorized pooing is being paddled on the hole that did it," she said teasingly.

Gabriel shuddered. "I absolutely sure I won't have to go until tomorrow," he said. "Maybe not even then."

"I wouldn't do that, either," Cassidy said. "Because if you don't go at least once a day, I'm supposed to give you one of our aunt's special enemas," she added.

"It has all sorts of stuff that make you want to go right away," Mindy put in.

"Like jalapenos," Cassidy said. "Or sometimes ginger root. Burns your whole poo hole out."

"Burns down between your legs, too," Mindy added. "Cause it gets on there when it comes out – it gets in your 'gina, too."

"He doesn't have a vagina, idiot," Cassidy said. "Even you ought to be able to see that!"

"Okay, it'll burn his bag, then," Mindy said jauntily. "Maybe even his thingy! I got one once. I never needed another one."

"Best make sure you go tomorrow," Cassidy advised. "Because if you get one of our aunt's special jalapeno enemas," Cassidy promised, "I guarantee you'll never need another. Your little butt will run like a geyser every time you think about it."

"I'll go tomorrow," Gabriel replied. "Believe me, I will. Besides, I'm kind of sore back there yet today."

"Gee, I wonder why," Mindy said. "Was it my gentle little paddling, or my cousin's big, hairy, ugly thingy? Or maybe it was both."

"Synergy," Cassidy said with a superior tone. "That's what they call it. When things working together have more of an effect than on their own. We've got synergy working on your stinky little butt to make it nice and sore."

Everyone stood silent for a moment. Then, almost as if signaled, they all turned to look at Chad.

"How about you, Buttons?" Cassidy asked.

Chad's heart was pounding. He turned to look at Zoey. "Can I have a minute?" he asked.