Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 46

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 46
by Chadlad

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Chapter 46: The Waterfall, The Waterfall

"CUT!" Zoey yelled. She lowered the camera. "Take 5, everybody," she called, looking enquiringly at Chad. Chad opened his mouth, closed it nervously.

"Could we go over there?" he asked, nodding toward the shed. He took a few nervous steps and looked back at her pleadingly. Zoey shrugged and followed him until they were by the side of the shed, out of earshot. Chad turned and looked over to where the two girls were standing with Zoey's mother and Gabriel.

Zoey smiled winningly at him. "What's up? Don't want to delay too long – it's going great, Shep," she said enthusiastically. "You do your thing, we go on to the waterfall scene. You'll like the waterfall scene." She looked at his troubled face. "Well?" she asked.

"Do they all have to be there when I, ... you know, ...when I do it?" he asked.

"What?" she asked.

"Do they all have to be there when I do it," he repeated. "You know, when I – when I go. That way." He pointed vaguely at his buttocks. Zoey looked puzzled, then suddenly grinned.

"Oh, I get it!" she said. "You're a little poo-shy! Well, let's see -- the girls have to be there for sure – I need their reactions. They'll be authentic and priceless. And Gobel has to be there, too – there'd be no reason he'd leave while you were going – you're brothers, supposedly – brothers from different fathers, I guess – got to work that in, maybe have one of the girls ask it." She looked longingly back at the platform. "What were we talking about, again?" she asked brightly.

"Do the others have to be there?" Chad asked slowly. "It's just ... it's hard for me to do with people watching. I mean, I've done it. I did it with a whole bunch of people watching not very long ago."

"Really?" Zoey said, her eyes shining. "So you're a bit of an exhibitionist? You're not a poo virgin? You'll have to tell me about it sometime. Then this shouldn't be a problem, so..."

"It was a punishment," Chad blurted out. "I didn't want to do it, they made me. It was humiliating. But they gave me an enema, a big one. And I had to go. And besides, they said they'd paddle me again if I didn't, and I'd already been paddled, and I had to go so bad..."

"Say no more," Zoey said, waving a hand. "But if you've done it before, you can do it again. Shut your eyes if you have to. Or open them if that helps. Whatever it takes to get it done."

"I'm not sure I can," Chad muttered. "I kinda tighten up when there's people around. I can't even go in the boys' bathroom at school if someone else comes in when I'm in a stall – I think someone's going to hear me, you know. Like sometimes you make a little noise when you're trying to do it, like a grunt or something, and then they make fun of you if they hear it. Or if they hear a plop. Or sometimes if they just hear you breathing."

"Gotcha," Zoey responded. "Well, I can have Ma take 10 if too many females around bothers you," Zoey said reasonably. "But the girls have to be there, and I have to stay, of course, and..."

"Not her, so much..." Chad said hesitantly. He looked pointedly across the creek, where Lynch was standing at the top of the far bank now. Lynch, almost telepathically noting his regard, looked up at the same time and gave Chad and Zoey an impatient look.

"Lance?" Zoey said. "Oh, I get it – it's a dominance thing. You don't want to be vulnerable around the alpha male, and what could make you more vulnerable! Sure, Lurch can take a break – Ma can film from across the creek in his place. Settled?"

Chad started to open his mouth to voice the rest of his doubts, but Zoey was already moving away, calling across the creek to Lynch. He crossed over and they shared a few words, then he handed her the camera and strode off around the larger shed, not looking back. Zoey returned to Chad. "Okay," she said. "I told him to take 10. Come on – as they say in the Monty Python sketch, 'No time to lose!'" She raised her voice. "Ma, take the far bank!" she shouted. She started pulling Chad back to the platform, his chains jangling as he minced along. Who the heck was Monty Python? Chad's feet felt leaden, his doubts still as strong as ever, but he managed to plod after her back to the girls, who were standing next to the overhanging platform. Mrs. Turpin immediately began working her way down the creek bank and onto the stepping stones to the other side. Zoey moved back from the platform.

"Okay, folks, this'll be a take," she said as her mother stood on the far bank, looking across at them. "I'll move back and to the side, out of Ma's shot, and start the scene. Vlad's going to reluctantly admit he has to go, and we'll take it from there. Girls, just act normally. Act like you've never seen a boy do this before."

"I haven't," Mindy said. "Ever. I mean, I've seen dogs go, and cats, but..." she giggled.

"Great," Zoey said. "So you've never seen a boy do it before, you're fascinated, horrified, and drunk with power at the same time. And Grannadel, you're worried because you know that tomorrow you'll be performing up there just like him. Now ACTION!"

Chad's heart was thudding. Could he do it? He'd certainly done it in front of family and neighbors at his own house, but he'd been enema inspired then, needing to go so bad his insides burned. This time he was just full, and that would make it harder. And, playacting or not, it was a hard thing to contemplate actually doing. The position they wanted him in was the most humiliating position that could be adopted for the deed, a position where his anal orifice would be wide open and the whole process would be starkly visible to the three kids watching (and Chad had no doubt Gabriel would be watching, too). What Beth had said a few weeks back about a boy's natural modesty about defecation being tied to survival was undoubtedly true – even squatting to poop a human was vulnerable, balanced precariously and exposing the genital region as he or she was. Head down, on all fours, made him feel even more vulnerable – heck, a tiger could bite a hunk out of his butt, a snake could sink its fangs into his bulging scrotum, an enemy could drive a sharp stuck up his butt hole, or older boy could even seize him from behind and plunge a hard penis into him in that position. But he wanted to please Zoey, wanted to please her for the money she was paying him, wanted to please here for the favors she hinted the girls would be tossing their way at the waterfall, but mostly wanted to please her because he'd developed a powerful crush on her. He wavered, looking at Cassidy, who was looking at him with a sardonic grin. "So, Buttons," she said. "You haven't gone poo-poo today, have you? Step right over there and let's get it done with. I wouldn't want to have to go tell Ma to make up one of her special enemas! I saw her picking fresh jalapenos earlier."

Chad shuddered, feeling trapped. He had to do this or Zoey would be disappointed in him – she was counting on him. But he hated doing it – it was so embarrassing! He was sure these girls would remember his shame for a long time if he went through with it, remember the boy who'd pooed, no, who'd shit like a dog in front of them, Chad corrected himself. He was a 7th grader! He had to stop thinking like a little boy!

He stepped forward slowly, making himself put one foot in front of the other, moving back onto the platform. Just take it one step at a time – don't think ahead. Just walk up there, get into position, see what developed. Like a boy in a dream, he got down on all fours the other side of the hole, facing Mrs. Turpin across the way. He spread his legs as much as he could in the manacles and backed up, so his legs were on either side of the hole. He hunkered down, butt up and head lowered, finally resting his forehead against his hands. He could see the two girls and Gabriel between his spread legs, looking at his butt with interest. He pushed backwards, bent his butt more, tried to make sure his anus was over the hole. He could feel the cool air in his wide open crack, feel the unfamiliar cool breeze on his anal region and the protected skin of his crack. He shut his eyes, unable to bear the kids watching.

Zoey smiled happily to herself as she zoomed in on the crouching boy, framing his muscular, well-rounded boy-butt, his even, symmetrical anus with its tight slit in the center, zooming even tighter until the entire star pattern of wrinkles filled the screen, then panned slowly down to the boy's perfect, even sack, small for the boy's age but big enough to be interesting, the growing manhood inside them making visible round bulges. She slowly panned back up to his anus, thinking with a bit of pride how what she'd called the "back door boys" would live this shot.

Coincidentally, Chad at that moment was having a similar thought. People are going to see me – see me naked, see my cock and balls, see my butt hole and see me poop and pee. People I'll never meet will watch this. People like those who wrote the emails – people who get off on seeing boys' stuff, watching boys jack off, seeing boys pee and poop, watching boys get spanked and paddled. He tried to picture people in Russia or somewhere leaned over a monitor, watching as his butt filled the screen and his butt hole opened and he took a dump right there on their computer, in living color! Thinking about people looking at movies of his butt hole made Chad feel funny, kind of modest and excited at the same time. He remembered his mother telling him to just ride with it. He remembered how he'd overcome his shame at having to suck his brother's dick by licking his brother's butt crack from his balls to past his fortunately spotless butt hole, his boldness making him the master of the situation rather than Tommy, upsetting Tommy so much that he'd fled without his blow job and taken Jesse with him. Ride it. Roll with it. I'll give them a show, he thought. They want to see a pooping boy, I'll give them a pooping boy in spades! I'll even tease them a bit! He contracted his butt hole several times, making it twitch and squirm. See if they like that, he thought.

"Whenever you're ready," Cassidy said, breaking his train of thought. He'd almost forgotten she was there while he'd been focusing on the unseen audience that would be viewing the close-ups of his nether regions. "Take as much time as you need. Ma said that even in prison camps in Russia they always let the guys have as long as they needed to poop. And I'm in no hurry, the view is terrific from here—best side of a boy, in my opinion. So I'm in no hurry --you're the one in the open with your butt in the air and your goodies hanging out in space. It'd be a bad place to get a bee sting or a mosquito bite."

Shut up, Chad thought to himself. He had his eyes closed, concentrating on making his sphincter relax. Shut up, so I can pay attention to what I'm doing. He tried to conjure up the images of dozens of people glued to their monitors, watching him poop. He strained the muscles of his lower abdomen, tried to push. He could feel his butt hole squirming as he did. He pushed harder, letting out an embarrassing little grunt. He blushed – he hated doing that – it made him sound like a toddler! He could feel the mass within him, wanting out, distending his anus, which was still burning mildly from Cassidy reaming him out with soap earlier. On the other hand, the soap made him feel more slippery inside, and he could feel things shifting smoothly because of it. He pushed more strongly, and was rewarded with a loud, low pitched fart.

The three kids behind Chad were fascinated to see his butt hole actually flutter open and closed multiple times as he farted loud and long, pink inner tissue showing as it did, a hint of brown behind it. Mindy dissolved into hysterics at the sight, doubling over with laughter. "It's like it's blowing a raspberry at us," she giggled. "Like two lips blowing a raspberry!" Cassidy gave a knowing smile. "Better stay back," she commented. "It wouldn't smell like raspberries."

Mindy slowly regained her composure as the boy in front of her settled down again and appeared to be straining, staring with fascination at the boy's widely spread butt offered up to here like a sacrifice. Although she'd already seen and handled both boys extensively in all their private regions, this was the first time she'd had a bird's eye view of a boys anal and genital regions simultaneously. For the 20th or so time that day, Mindy congratulated herself for having decided to go with Cassidy that morning.

Mindy had known that her older sister was doing some sort of filming with Zoey Turpin. She'd bragged she was one of Zoey's stars, and that Zoey's films were famous. Until today Mindy had doubted that. She'd had a funny feeling about Cassidy's films, too. Cassidy had bragged several times that "all the pervs love me," and "you have to be willing to give it all if you want the big bucks," the latter while waving a considerable wad of cash under Mindy's face. Once Mindy had overheard her commenting to a friend that it was easy to get into film, all you had to do was "be willing to show your puppies."

Not having any puppies to speak of herself, Mindy hadn't thought much about these comments until that morning, when Cassidy's cell phone had awakened them both quite early and Cassidy had taken it to the closet, where she'd had a long, whispered conversation with the person on the other end. Mindy had almost slipped back to sleep when Cassidy had pounced on her bed and said, brightly, "Wake up, sleepyhead! How'd you like a chance to have your film debut and your sex education all in the same day!"

"What?" Mindy had said groggily.

"What would you say if I told you we can make a bunch of money and see a naked boy all over at the same time?" Cassidy had countered.

"I've seen naked boys," Mindy commented. "I've changed almost as many diapers as you – I've given them baths, too. They have little thingies that hang down – big deal." She'd pulled the pillow over her head.

"I'm not talking about baby boys," Cassidy had answered, yanking the pillow off her sister's head. "I'm talking about big boys – boys older than you! Big boys with big thingies, thingies that dangle, thingies that get hard and shoot stuff when you play with them! Wouldn't you like a chance to see a big boy naked? Not just see him but touch him and play with him?"

"No," Mindy said. "'cause then they want you to be naked, too, and they want to touch you back and try to put their thingies in you." She tried to grab for her pillow. Cassidy lifted it over her head, out of Mindy's reach.

"Not if we're the ones in charge," Cassidy said. "What if I said you get to see this big boy stripped in front of you, then give him a bath and play with his stuff all you want, and he can't touch you at all? And you get to spank him on his bare butt, too, even paddle him, and he had to just take it! What if you could do anything you want to him and he had to let you? Even though he's older and bigger than you? Then would you want in?"

Mindy sat up, interested. "See him naked? Play with his thingy? Spank him?" She felt a funny feeling between her legs as she thought about those three activities, especially the last one, for some reason. She'd seen women spank little boys before on the seats of their Levis or shorts, even pull their pants down and spank them on their underpants. Once, even, her aunt had spanked their little 5-year-old cousin on the bare in front of her. She could still remember his little pink butt twitching as he kicked and squealed, and the way he'd snatched at his pants and run from the room, trying to salvage his shattered dignity. She'd even been aroused by how subdued he'd been that evening, when he'd come out of his room with red-rimmed eyes that had avoided meeting hers, obviously ashamed of what she'd seen. At the time she'd fantasized about spanking him herself some time in the future, but she'd never actually worked up the courage. For a moment her eyes glittered, then she slumped back to the bed.

"Yeah, right," she she'd said. "Is the Easter Bunny going to be there, too?"

"Nope, just you and me. And Zoey's mom – she'll be the evil new stepmother of the boy. And Zoey, of course. And she said Lynch would be there, but he'd only play a bit part. And the boy we're going to strip and torture – of course him."

Mindy sat up again. "I don't have to take anything off?" she asked suspiciously. "I'm not showing anyone my 'gina. Or my butt."

"Maybe your top," Cassidy had said. "But that's it. And only if you want to. I know I will – my public loves my puppies." She pulled the front of her night shirt over her small, pert breasts briefly, smirking at Mindy and her flat chest in a superior fashion before letting it fall. She looked down at her sister. "I don't know what the big deal is, anyway," she said. "You don't even have any hair down there yet."

"I don't care," Mindy said. "I'm not letting any perv boy see my stuff."

"Fine," Cassidy said. "But if you want to see his, you'll come with me today."

At the time, Mindy had assumed her sister was exaggerating. There'd probably be a shower scene with the boy or something, with her and her sister peeking through a crack or some such thing, maybe getting a quick glimpse of bare buttocks and a dangling little thingy. Never had she imagined she'd see what she'd already seen today and do what she'd already done. Her first shock had been when the boys arrived, and there'd been two of them, not one. And not ugly boys, not mean-looking, worldly boys – sweet-looking boys, innocent looking boys. Boys who were surprisingly shy and modest for having agreed to be in such a film. And then things had happened so fast – she'd figured there would be a lot of boring dialogue before they got to the good stuff, and thus she'd been genuinely when the two boys, both small and innocent looking even though the older one was supposed to be a 7th grader, had been stripped naked in the first minute of filming, their clothes ripped right off of them, their little butts and weenie thingies instantly on display. Well, not so little –not really. Cassidy kept saying all through the filming that their weenies were little, but Mindy didn't think that was fair.

The thingy on the light-skinned, brown haired could shrink really small, it was true, but it got quite a bit bigger when Cassidy had rubbed it, bigger and harder than any she'd ever seen on a toddler boy. And the pointy thingy, on the smaller, dark-skinned one made her shiver to think about it. She loved its light brown color, she loved the way it dangled, pointing at the ground, and she loved the way the point pulled back over the rounded head when it got hard.

The little bags under their weenies were a lot bigger than those on toddler boys, too, especially on the bigger boy. In fact, she'd found the contrast quite intriguing when his little weenie would shrink up like a button, yet the ball- like structures in the bag underneath were respectable in size if not big, certainly bigger that those of toddlers, and even bigger than the ones on the darker one, the one she'd begun thinking of right away as "her" boy.

Her boy. She didn't know his name – Zoey had called him a dozen different names, but she'd realized right from the start that Zoey called everyone a dozen different names. So she thought of him as her boy, or sometimes as Flopsy, because he was cute as a bunny, and his pointy little thingy did flop around as he walked in the cutest fashion. She might have considered her day complete had the day ended with the boys standing at attention with their tight little boy butts and their little weenie thingies on display.

But it hadn't ended then, and she was absolutely giddy with happiness that it hadn't.
Instead, she and Cassidy had immediately been allowed to soap the older boy all over, not just touching his bare butt, but caressing it, running her hand repeatedly down his crack, feeling his firm buns pressing on either side, the cleft that was hard and felt like it had a bone under it at the top, but suddenly became soft and resilient lower down, with skin like velvet between their legs. That had been intoxicating, knowing she was rubbing a boy's bare butt while looking at his genitals at the same time, watching him grow hard under her stimulation, his little shaft stretching out, expanding like an animal coming out of its den. And knowing she was running her fingers over his hole, his secret hole, the hole he made poo-poos out of – well, that was just unbelievable. The boy's discomfort and
embarrassment at being handled this way despite the fact he must have volunteered for this part made it just delicious – he had flinched slightly every time she'd trailed her fingers over his deeply hidden hole, like he loved and hated her touch at the same time.

So handling his bare butt, seeing his bare weenie, that had made her feel she'd died and gone to heaven. But then when Cassidy had soaped her own fingers and driven them into the older boy's butt hole, the hole he actually made poop out of, for heaven's sake, she's almost passed out with excitement, only to get more excited when Cassidy had begun stroking the boy's button weenie, making it swell like a balloon and then pee a spray of drops all over! Sperm, Cassidy had said, the baby making stuff that you had to be careful not to get in your girl parts. Like there was any chance she'd let him spray anywhere near her 'gina. But who would've guessed that a boy with only a few hairs on him, a boy whose weenie was a button some of the time would be able to make babies?

When, almost a year ago, Cassidy had finally explained to her the process of making babies, her first response had been disbelief and then mild revulsion. Let a boy stick his thing inside her? And then move it around until he peed stuff in her? The whole process sounded gross beyond belief, not to mention the idea that it would involve removing her pants in front of a boy, and him removing his in front of her, with each one seeing the others private parts! The boys she knew were incredibly shy about girls seeing them with bare chests, let alone with their pants down. But at that time, she had been thinking in terms of the tiny little weenies of toddler boys, weenies that often ended up coated with their own poo and having to be cleaned up during a diaper change. There was something different about the weenies of these older boys -- it wasn't just that they were bigger, and almost certainly cleaner, they were more interesting – less of a cute toy, more of a threatening too., too. She knew that pee came out of the slits in big boys' weenies just as they did the ones on the little boys, but the ones on the big boys looked neater, cleaner, and more business-like. She could actually picture the bigger boy astride her, striving mightily to impale her with his thingy. Yet it wasn't as repulsive a thought as it had been in the past. She could shut her eyes and picture both boys standing in the shower, soaping their weenies and the bags under them and their butts until they were sparkling clean, just like she did with her own privates. So they didn't seem dirty it all, possibly even cleaner than their hands or faces.

And the way the boys bodies had felt under her hands. Not just their weenies, their entire bodies! With her hands slicked with soap, the boys had felt smooth, and soft, but with hard muscle under all that softness. The older boy's butt had felt wonderful, such velvety skin, but such steel underneath! The softness of his crack was intriguing, especially as she got near his poo-poo hole. And then it was the younger boy's turn, and his skin was, if anything, even more like velvet, but with the same solid toughness underneath. And she'd known right away that she was going to be the one to probe this one's bottom just like Cassidy had done with the other boy, she'd known from the moment she and Cassidy had started working on him that she was going to claim him for herself alone. She had stroked his butt hole repeatedly like she'd done with the other boy, and made his little weenie thingy hard as well. She'd been intrigued by the texture of his nether orifice, including what felt like a rough ridge on one side that made him wince when she probed it too hard. She'd been given to understand that Lynch's implied rape of the boy was fake, yet his hole was injured, that was clear, an older injury that intrigued her. Was it just a bike injury, or a really bad experience in the bathroom, or had someone raped him for real? She'd been too shy and Zoey had kept her too busy for her to inquire, but he clearly did have a scab in his most delicate place.

Determined to emulate her sister, Mindy had probed him anyway, intrigued by the way the rubbery muscle resisted intrusion by her fingers initially. And then it suddenly parted and let her finger tip in. It had heightened her excitement that the boy had wiggled in embarrassment at being handled in such a private place, and that had driven her to dig her fingers in again and again as she circled the mound of his buttock. She'd been emboldened enough eventually after teasing his hole repeatedly to slip both fingers all the way in, just as Cassidy had done to the other boy, and had been fascinated by his interior heat and the moist softness in there, so reminiscent of her own 'gina when she probed herself while masturbating. The boy would make little contractions of muscles in there every few seconds, contractions that might have been discomfort, passion, or both, and that was interesting, too.

His weenie had stretched out then, lost its pointiness and curved upward, and she knew it was her turn to handle his boy parts, and do her best emulate her sister in bringing him to his own climax. His rubbery little penis had jerked and danced in her hand like a little animal, an animal that liked to be petted but was overwhelmed with the joy of it at the same time. She'd been a bit disappointed when he hadn't sprayed out of spatter of drops like the other one, but on the other hand, it made him less messy and she liked that. She hated having to let go of the boy's genitals when he had finished, but she had consoled herself with the fact that her sister had hinted that when they "got to the waterfall part," she would be free to explore the boy's anatomy further.

The only thing interfering with her eager anticipation was a whispered comment that Cassidy had made. Just after she'd finish the paddling scene with her little charge (although little wasn't quite the right word for a boy who was actually slightly older than her), and gotten carried away to the point she'd actually made him cry for real, Cassidy had leaned over and murmured, "hope you realize you'll have to make that up to him in the waterfall scene. After what you did, just the top isn't going to do it, you'll have to let him cop a feel down there at least."

She had puzzled over what Cassidy had meant by that for some time since leaving the punishment area. All through the scene of the boys peeing, she'd wondered if Cassidy meant what it sounded like she'd meant -- did her sister really expect her to let her boy slip a hand in her pants, touch bare private parts?

The idea was intriguing and disturbing at the same time. Disturbing, because nobody touched her down there any more, not since she'd gotten past the age of being wiped, washed, and checked by her mother. Actually, nobody even saw her down there except her sister, and then only rarely. Could she actually let a boy slip a hand into her pants, trust him to be careful and not hurt her? She wasn't sure she'd want him to slip a finger inside her like she'd done to herself many times with one hand while rapidly manipulating her "happy place," the little bump at the top of her opening. Somehow that seemed more invasive then the idea of a boy putting his thingy inside of her. But the idea of him gently touching her, perhaps stroking the lips of her opening – that gave her funny shivers mixed with longing.

She turned her attention to the boy on the platform, somewhat surprised to see that the other boy standing next to her was watching just as vividly. Weren't boys supposed to be worried to show too much interest in the private areas of other boys? Sensing her attention, the boy murmured, "I can't believe he's gonna do it -- I don't know if I could. He's so – so open in that position. I'd start thinking about that and tighten up."

"You ever see anyone actually do it before?" Mindy asked curiously. She had the impression that boys were a lot more acquainted with disgusting things that girls were.

"Sort of," Gabriel replied. "His sister put a carrot up his brother's butt this morning and made him shit it out again," he murmered. "In the front yard! And he did it. Even with the neighbor kids watching." He looked at her with a shy smile. "I guess he wanted it out really bad."

Cassidy looked at the two of them warningly. Memory that cameras were running and she was playing a part returned to her suddenly. "Quiet, Flopsy!" She ordered. Happy to have an excuse to handle him, she reached over and gripped his penis tightly, giving it a yank. "You want another paddling?"

"No ma'am," Gabriel said hastily. He actually blanched a bit, remembering that her previous "play" paddling of him had brought genuine tears to his eyes. He turned his attention on Chad's widely spread butt, and Mindy did the same. Chad had been grunting and straining and making little twitching movements all during this time, movements that appeared finally to be having an effect. His squirming hole suddenly widened in a circular movement, like a child suddenly opening his mouth to throw up. A rounded brown lump suddenly forced its way out, growing as they watched in fascination into a sizable protuberance longer than the boy's penis, pointing at an angle skyward as it grew, then suddenly breaking off and falling through the hole between his widely spread legs. A second protuberances forced its way out and fell in a similar fashion. The boy's hole squeezed shut tightly, pinching off the small lump remaining, then opened again, this time squeezing out material that sagged against the clean skin between his legs, besmirching it and clinging to the expanse of skin between Chad's legs before it also fell through the hole. Looser material followed, the boy finally twitching and wiggling his butt comically trying to shake the residual material loose. Cassini stepped up, toilet paper in hand.

"All finished, Buttons?" She asked sweetly.

"Uh huh," Chad said huskily from his head low position. His humiliation, which he thought he had overcome, had returned in spades. He hadn't expected the end of the process to be so messy, so in need of the older girl's ministrations. He could feel it on him, clinging between his legs. Waves of humiliation filled him. As Cassidy reeled out toilet paper, scrubbed his butt with it, dropped it, and reeled out more, her comments did not help, either.

"Mine, but you're a messy pet," she said. "You've gotten your dirt all the way to your little bag! Now hold still and stop squirming so big sister can clean you up! It's a good thing your bath time is next!"

Chad could almost feel Zoey panning in on his bottom just as her mother panned in on his partially hidden, embarrassed face. When he'd worked up the nerve to go ahead and poop for the camera and the movie in front of them, he'd pictured it as a nice clean dump, the kind he had sometimes where things just fall out neatly and toilet paper isn't even necessary. He hadn't considered the possibility of smearing himself, or the humiliation of being wiped extensively afterward. But there it was, and now he just had to endure it. It seemed like an eternity until Cassidy finally said, " Okay, sweetie, you can get up now. Big sister has you nice and clean again. Or clean enough for now, anyway."

Chad awkwardly climbed back up again, working his way around the hole in the platform in his manacles, and glumly walked ahead of Cassidy with Gabriel next to him. The girls helped them along with little slaps to their bare butts, Mindy calling, "Heeyah, get along little doggie," every so often and punctuating her command with a sharp slap to a butt cheek of one or the other of them. They went on past the formal punishment area and through a wooded region beside the creek, the waterfall noise getting louder as they went. They came out into a sunny opening in a rocky area. Chad and Gabriel stopped and gaped. The spot was actually very beautiful. Water shot out of a natural stone projection, cascaded downward for 10 feet or so, and landed into a small pool underneath, a pool surrounded by rocks. Under the cliff overhang was an opening almost deep enough to be a cave. Cassidy went tothat sheltered area and pulled out a metal box, opening the top and retrieving soap, shampoo, and a flat backed plastic hairbrush. She pointed to the latter. "Does double duty," she said. "Mainly, it's used to untangle you boy's hair, but it has other uses in a pinch." She mimed pulling a boy over her lap and swinging the paddle where his butt would be.

"Clothes off, pile them on that rock," she said,
gesticulating with the paddle/hairbrush. Chad and Gabriel methodically removed their clothing. Chad was surprised that undressing was still uncomfortable, despite the fact that all his goodies were already hanging out, and he was only taking off moccasins, socks, and his shirt. Gabriel showed much less discomfort, merely stripping things off and heaping them in a pile, then standing there with his little penis pointing at the ground while Chad finished stripping down. Soon both were standing, shivering slightly in the misty air near the waterfall. Cassidy pointed to Chad's penis with glee. "Look how tiny he gets every time he gets cold!" she said. "What do you suppose would happen if we put ice on it?"

"It would probably disappear," Mindy said, snickering. "We should try it." She indicated Gabriel's crotch. "Mine's thingy doesn't get nearly that small," she said. "Although he does get pretty pointy."

"That's just skin," Cassidy said dismissively. "His thingy under all that hanging skin is probably as small as the one on Buttons." She reached over and gave Gabriel's penis a quick squeeze on the foreskin, despite his attempt to back away from her. "See, nothing but skin," she said triumphantly, as Gabriel's unwise movement stretched his foreskin out and he hastily moved back towards Cassidy. She lifted his penis by the pinch of skin, studied the underside, then let go of him. Then she looked into his eyes, a grim look on her face. "If you ever move away from me again when I'm reaching for you," she said to him in threatening tones, "I will beat that little thing so hard it's blistered. Understand?"

Gabriel nodded at her seriously. "Good. Now both of you into the water." Chad and Gabriel began wading into the pool towards the waterfall. Gabriel began shivering immediately. "It's cold!" He said.

"Well duh," Mindy said. "It's fall."

"It's going to get a lot colder this winter," Cassidy said matter-of-factly. "You will probably freeze your little weenies off then." She looked at where Chad and Gabriel had stopped, the water up to their knees. "Get over there under the water," she said with fire in her voice. "Or I know two little boys who are going to have a very sore behinds!" She waved the hairbrush at them. Chad and Gabriel complied, stepping under the cascading water, hunching at the sudden shock of the cold.

"How is the water, boys?" Mindy called.

"C-C-Cold!" Gabriel explained, while Chad merely shivered, hunched over and looking miserable as water cascaded over his head, rolled down his body, and poured off the tip of his barely projecting penis in a dribbling stream. Gabriel shivered beside him, the water flowing off his more projecting penis more copiously, so it looked like he was peeing continuously like that peeing boy statue in Europe he'd heard about, the one that they changed the clothes on every day.

When it looked like both boys were starting to turn blue and shiver uncontrollably, Cassidy told them they could get out from under the stream itself, and then tossed the bar of soap to them. Gabriel caught it, then immediately lost his grip as it slipped out of his hand into the water.

"Pick that up!" Cassidy ordered. Gritting his teeth, Gabriel leaned over into the icy water and felt around until he found the bar of soap. As he closed his hand around it and went to straighten up, he realized that he'd turned with his back to all of them to get the soap, and that Zoey, had pulled her camera into a tight zoom on his butt. On impulse, he wiggled his butt in the direction of the girls.

"Like my butt hole?" he called to them. "Come on in, you can have a closer look!"

Mindy giggled, but Cassidy glared. "For that remark," she said. "You will pay is soon as you come out of the shower." Gabriel immediately sobered and looked down at the freezing pool. "Don't just stand there, brats!" Cassidy shouted from the bank. "Time to wash up before you turn blue."

Gabriel started rubbing the soap bar slowly on his chest. "Not that way, Flopsy!" Cassidy called. "You don't wash yourselves, ever! You're not allowed to touch your privates, remember! You'll have to wash each other! You, Flopsy! Wash Buttons all over!" Shrugging, Gabriel turned to Chad and began rubbing soap on his chest. "Not that way!" Cassidy shouted. "You have to hug him while you do it! Snuggle up to him for behind and wash his front!"

Jumping, Gabriel moved around behind Chad, circling his body to rub the soap on Chad stomach. "Closer!" Cassie ordered. "Snuggle all the way up to him! Get your thingy right into his crack!"

Chad opened his mouth to protest. "Don't fight them," Gabriel said in a low voice. "We'll get paddled if you do. He nodded at the hair brush Cassidy was idly smacking against her hand. Besides my peter, is so shrunk up from the cold you won't even be able to feel it."

Chad disagreed, mainly because he could already feel Gabriel's soft little penis pressing between his buns, and Gabriel's chest and stomach against his back. But he bore Gabriel's ministrations stoically, even though Gabriel's touch on his ribs tickled. After a bit, Cassidy grew impatient with Gabriel's reluctance to move on from Chad's chest and stomach. "Do him lower," she ordered. "Wash his thingy and his sack! Work up a good lather!"

Dutifully, Gabriel moved down and began circling Chad's button of a penis and his drawn up sack with the soap, working up a soapy froth on his privates but not having any effect on his cold, withdrawn penis. Eventually Cassidy called a halt to that process.

"Give the soap to Buttons and both of you turn the other way," she ordered. "I want Flopsy's front cleaned too before we move to the rest of you."

So what was the Chad found himself scrubbing Gabriel's bony chest and flat stomach with the front of his naked body pressed against Gabriel's back, and his, genitals centered on very top of Gabriel's butt crack (although not really touching him significantly due to Chad's shrunken state and the fact his genitals were higher in the air than Gabriel's). He delayed as long s he could, but in short order he was circling Gabriel's soft genitals with the soap, just as Gabriel had done with him. As Zoey shifted positions to film the action of his hand on the younger boy's genitals, Chad continued to circle dutifully, getting no more rise out of Gabriel than Gabriel had out of him. The only difference was that Gabriel's possession of a foreskin made his penis dangle floppily rather than retreat entirely as Chad's tended to, so that its tip trailed over Chad's hand with each circuit. Chad found the squishy, soft feel of the other boy's genitals somewhat unpleasant. No way I'm gay at all, he thought to himself. Now if I was doing this to one of the girls...

He tried to picture being snuggled into Cassidy's bare butt, rubbing soap first on her chest and then on her smooth genital region. Now she'd not have any squishy stuff out there in the way, that was certain. His penis twitched.

"Hey, I felt that," Gabriel said under his breath.

Chad looked guilty and focused back on the task at hand.

After that each boy was ordered to bend down at a 90 degree angle and hold his butt cheeks wide apart, as his counterpart soaped his butt and his butt crack and hole over and over again, Zoey filming their nether regions both close up and in wide angle for what seemed a long time. To the chagrin of both boys, butt cleaning also involved repeatedly soaping each other's rectums, so each boy was required to coat two fingers with soap and then shove them slowly into each other's rectums as deeply as they would go, rotating the fingers to spread soap on all sides of their insides. Gabriel didn't seem to mind probing Chad's rectum at all, but Chad felt acutely embarrassed to be probing Gabriel's. He didn't like the hot, squishy feel of the boy's insides, and he felt sympathy for Gabriel having to endure the process with his injured butt hole. He could tell Gabriel was trying to be tough, but the younger boy winced every time he pressed the scar on his butt hole. The fake scar that Zoey's mother had added and the fake blood stream washed off while he was probing Gabriel, but it looked remarkably like Chad was merely breaking a scab loose and washing away dried blood, and apparently Zoey thought so, too, because she kept filming. Both boys were shivering uncontrollably, and Gabriel appeared to be turning blue by the time the girls pronounced them both clean and ordered them out. "We'll skip the shampoo today, boys," Cassidy said. "Before you turn purple with cold. But tomorrow, you get the whole treatment."

She tossed the boys sheets of brown, rough-woven cloth. "Burlap sacks," she explained. "We aren't wasting good towels on you brats. Dry off and then lie in the sun on the rocks."

Chad and Gabriel eagerly toweled off even though the sacks were rough and scratchy, hoping to get dry and warm up as fast as possible. Both were shivering in the fall air. Cassidy had spread other sacks on two flat rocks by the creek meanwhile. As the boys finished drying, she pointed to them.

"Lie down full length. Cradle your heads on your arms and spread your legs."

"Face up or face down?" Chad asked.

"Face down first," Cassidy said. "I want to make sure your little asses get nice and dry, so you don't get crotch rot or something. Lie down on the flat rocks there."

Chad and Gabriel got to their knees on adjoining rocks and then settled down, Gabriel squirming his butt extensively after settling down. "Something the matter, pet?" Mindy asked.

"My peter – it's folded under me – I can't get it comfortable," Gabriel complained.

"Oh, that's right – it sticks out doesn't it? I keep forgetting you're not like Buttons." She knelt beside Gabriel and wormed a hand between his legs, smoothing his soft penis and pointing it downward. Chad flushed slightly at still another comment on his childish penile dimensions. The rocks were warm under them and felt good – he could almost fall asleep here, even bare naked out in the open.

"Spread your butts apart!" Cassidy suddenly demanded, yanking Chad out of his torpor. "Use both hands – spread them wide! Spread your legs, too! I want your little holes and cracks to get completely dry! And Flopsy needs the sun on his hole to help it heal! Hurry up if you don't want to feel my paddle!" She looked down at both boys. Chad and Gabriel hastened to comply, their hands flying out from where they'd been cradling their heads to grip their buns and spread them. Cassidy grinned at the result. Two tight little holes were staring up at her, Chad's perfectly symmetrical and pinkish brown against his light skin, Gabriel's a darker brown against his light brown butt crack and sporting the healing scab marring one side. Gabriel's butt hole was twitching nervously, tightening so that it grew smaller and the relaxing again repeatedly. Both boy's buns were stretched enough that the skin at the tops of their butt cracks had risen to form a ridge.

"Very good, brats," Cassidy commented. "Now keep them apart like that until I say otherwise." She settled down on the outside of Chad, so she could look at Mindy from across the naked bodies of the two boys. "As I said before," she said as she got settled, "Flopsy needs to be punished. But I don't think we should punish his ass so soon after his last paddling. We'll have to pick another punishment – something bad and embarrassing but that doesn't involve hitting his butt."

"I could pull his weenie thingy," Mindy suggested. "I bet it would hurt if I pulled it a bunch of times really hard."

"Maybe," Cassidy said.

"Or I could squeeze his baby sack, you know, the one between his legs," Mindy added. "Armand, at my school? He says that getting hit in the sack is the worst pain in the world for boys. Worse than a spanking, even. Is that true, Flopsy? Is being hit in the sack worse than getting a spanking?"

Gabriel didn't answer. "How about you, Buttons? Do you think getting hit in the sack is worse than a spanking?"

Chad, who, like Gabriel had been looking straight ahead with his chin rested on the rock as he held his buns apart as ordered, looked over his shoulder at her. This was a topic he was an expert on, and he couldn't resist sharing his expertise. "It's hard to say," he said. "It depends on how long and hard the spanking is, and how hard you get hit down there. Big spankings are awful because they last a long time. And it feels like your butt has been branded with an red hot iron all over and they keep sticking it on different places. But getting hit down there, on your boy parts? That's more like an ache – it makes you want to throw up. One's sharp and awful, and the other's dull and awful. It depends."

"Humiliation can be a punishment too, you know," Cassidy said. "Making boys do stuff that makes them ashamed. Like right now – I ordered the boys to spread their buns to dry them because I know they hate doing it and having to show you their holes." She smiled sweetly at Chad. "Like how they have to pee and poo – we could have made them an outhouse with a door where they could go in private, but having to go in the open, with us watching, is more humiliating – it helps keep them in their places."

"What could we make them do, though, that they haven't already done?" Mindy asked reasonably.

"Oh, lots of things," Cassidy said. "Lots of things."