Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 48
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 48: A Little off the Bottom, Please

Chad had expected Zoey to yell, "Cut!" then, but she continued filming, as did her mother, as the Cassidy led him and Gabriel by their erect penises up behind the waterfall, to an area where the trees soon gave way to a flat, grassy field surrounded by tall hedges. Once there, Cassidy gave each of their their organs a tight squeeze and a couple of deft strokes that had both boys tightening their butts, and then released them. Gabriel immediately reached for his crotch, dropping his hand at the last moment as he saw Cassidy's gleeful smile. "I didn't touch it!" he said defensively.

"But you will," Cassidy said. "And then you'll get your little butt whipped, or worse." She reached out and batted both jutting penises, making them bounce in unison. "Now listen up, you little dickless wonders. We're going to have some races. Flopsy and I will be on one team, and Buttons, you'll be paired with my sister. Losing boy goes in the punishment stocks for a long and painful discipline session."

"What does the winner get?" Chad asked.

"Winning boy doesn't go in the punishment stocks," Mindy said. "He just gets to sit and watch. So you'd better try your hardest."

Chad nodded. He'd certainly try his hardest – movie or not, time spent in the punishment stocks was painful and humiliating, as he'd already seen in Gabriel's case. At the very least, he'd be bent over showing off his stuff again. At worst, there could be more painful blows like those Gabriel had suffered "for realism."

"There will be 5 events," Cassidy said. "So there can't be any ties. Most losses gets disciplined. The first event is a simple running race between the boys, only. You have to run to that tree on the far side of the field and back again. First one back wins. Go!"

Chad and Gabriel looked at each other in confusion, then Gabriel took off running like he was being shot at, his little butt pumping as he raced away. Chad followed belatedly. He found that running was quite awkward with a full-fledged hard on – his penis was wagging out in front of him, the root protesting its violent movement. The grass was soft and cool under his feet, and the wind of his passage feeling odd on his bare body. As the neared the far side of the field, he was gaining strongly on Gabriel, but Gabriel reached the tree first, swiped at it, and turned back, dodging around Chad, who couldn't help but notice that his cousin's penis was also still erect, but was so stiff it barely bounced, merely jabbing left and right with each step, its pointy head aiming at first Mindy and then Cassidy as he ran. Chad slapped the tree and raced back, running with all his strength, but not quite catching Gabriel as he staggered to the ground in front of the girls, gasping. Chad fell to his knees, gasping also. The two girls let them pant for a moment.

"Flopsy wins round one," Cassidy sang out cheerily. "Looks like my guy's slower but quicker thinking."

The boys continued panting, Chad holding his side. After awhile his heart began slowing down. He noticed, with surprise, that his hard on was gone, and so was Gabriel's, but his dick was floppy and hung down rather than retreating. Cassidy finally prodded Gabriel to his feet, and Chad rose, too. "Next race," she said. "is the rock push." She selected two very round rocks about 2 inches wide, and put them on the ground. The she walked about 20 feet away and laid a stick across the ground and walked back. "You two have to push the rock across the ground with your noses or faces until you cross the stick," she said.

"You mean on all fours?" Gabriel asked.

"Hands and knees," Cassidy confirmed. "Unless you know some other way to get your nose on the ground. Now get into position on the starting line."

Chad and Gabriel got down on the ground, lowering their heads to their rocks. As Zoey's mother circled behind the two of them, Chad realized that the position they were in meant that there were completely exposed from the rear once again, and she would get an excellent view of their genitals swaying between their legs as they raced, not to mention every part of their working butts all the way into the crack. Chad nudged his rock experimentally, finding it heavier than he'd have thought.

"Go!" Cassidy shouted. Both Chad and Gabriel immediately began scrambling across the ground, pushing the rock awkwardly with their noses. Their little butts jutted skyward, wide open and flexing, both boy's butt holes visible to Mrs. Turpin's camera, tight scrotums pulled tight against their crotches like halves of tennis balls, both of their boyish cocks swaying, their tips just visible below their sacks.

Gabriel's rock rolled over a mound in the dirt and off sideways. Moaning in frustration, he had to scrabble around to get it moving again, and by then Chad was crossing the finish line. He straightened up on his knees and looked back at Gabriel in triumph. "Hah!" He said. "Now were all tied up! You may have cheated last time, but I win this round!"

Gabriel stopped pushing his rock and sat upon his knees as well, dust on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. He scratched his butt unconsciously. Zoey zoomed in on his pointy, swaying penis, then up to his determined face. "I didn't cheat," he said. "She said go, and I went. It's not my all you're retarded."

"Save it for the contest!" Cassidy ordered. "Unless you both want make a trip to the formal punishment area right now, instead!"

Chad glared at Gabriel, who glared back at Chad. "I'm not a cheater," Gabriel said.

"We'll I'm not a retard," Chad snapped back.

"I said, that's enough!" Cassidy said. "But it's good that you guys are angry at each other already. It'll set you up for the next contest." She reached into a pocket of her outfit and brought out a short tube that looked familiar to Chad. She held it up triumphantly.

"That's a Chinese handcuff," he said. "A girl at school had one. If you stick your fingers in it you can't pull them out. The only way to get out of it is to push your fingers toward each other."

"Wrong!" Cassidy said. She leaned down toward Gabriel, who was standing on his knees like Chad. Deftly she guided the pointed tip of his half-hard penis into one end of the cuff, sliding it all the way it in, and then pulling until the cuff closed around it. "Get your little butt over here, Buttons!" she ordered. "I need to take your thingy in the other end of this."

"Oh, he won't pull yours off," Cassidy said. "But I imagine he will hurt it. But he'll hurt his same time when he does. That's the beauty of it – you can yank the other guy, but you get yanked just as hard as well. It really boils down to who has the toughest thingy and can stand the most pain in theirs. Now get your little butt and thingy over here, before I declare you the loser by default and take you down to the stocks for a good whipping."

Trapped, Chad waddled over on his knees until he was face to face with Gabriel, who was still glaring at him, the Chinese handcuff making his penis look ridiculously long and colorful. Cassidy nudged his butt until he was even closer to Gabriel, then he felt her fingers grasping his penis and stuffing it into the cuff. He pulled back experimentally, feeling the cuff tighten immediately around his shaft and his half soft penis come to an abrupt halt, as it tugged on Gabriel's equally trapped organ.

"Just so he doesn't cheat on this one," Chad muttered.

"Hands behind your necks, both of you!" She ordered. "Or you'll both be whipped and neither one of you will get the reward! Here are the rules of the contest! The only thing you are allowed to do is pull each other with your thingies! You can't touch each other with any part of your bodies! The contest is over when one of you gives up, and that person is the loser. Now, go!"

Gabriel immediately yanked backwards with his butt, giving Chad a vicious tug on the penis that squeezed his half-flaccid organ, stretched it, and then burned all the way in to the base of his penis, deep inside him. The surprised look on Gabriel's face showed that the strength of his movement had not been without cost to him, too. Chad tried an immediate counter attack, not yanking, but just pulling steadily away from Gabriel, building up the tension on both their organs gradually, hoping that Gabriel's pain threshold was lower than his. Gabriel responded by readjusting his knee position and leaning back against Chad's pull, both their half-hard penises stretching out in front of them as they eased further and further apart, the finger cuff biting into both their organs, squeezing them uncomfortably. Both boys refused to give up, each pulling backwards against the other, leaning their whole bodies back as the cuff bit deeper in their penises stretched out longer. The base of each penis as it exited the cuff whitened, bulging out as the cuff squeezed each more and more tightly. Both boys began grunting with effort as they continued pulling away from each other, trying to get the other to yield.

Zoey zoomed in on the elongated tube gripping both penises at their bases, the tiny bit of their organs near their groins stretched out and bloodless under the strain. Both boys were red-faced and panting a fact that Mrs. Turpin was catching on her camera. Cassidy walked behind Gabriel and began slapping him sharply on the butt. "Come on, Flopsy, boy!" she shouted encouragingly. "You can do it! Pull is his little thingy right out of his body!"

Seeing what her sister was doing, Mindy settled down beside Chad and began slapping him sharply on the butt, too, shouting encouragement. Both girls became louder and louder as the boys continued straining, panting, and jockeying for position. Suddenly Chad's right leg slipped and he fell backwards and to the side. "Arrrrrrrrrgh!" he groaned as Gabriel lost his balance and tumbled with him, yanking Chad's genitals sideways as he fell on the ground. "No more! No more!" Chad shrieked. "Get it off! Get it off!" Against the rules, he had removed his hands from his neck and had grasped the tube joining him with Gabriel. Half crying, he tried desperately to free himself, forgetting for the moment, that pulling on the tube just made it tighter. Cassidy finally slapped his hands away, lifted Gabriel bodily and shoved him at Chad's crotch, and reached between the boys' tangled legs and freed them. They fell back on their butts, both ruefully comforting soft, bright red penises. Gabriel had a look of triumph on his face, though, whereas Chad had tears running down his cheeks.

"My peter's tougher than yours!" Gabriel said, tauntingly.

Chad sniffed back tears and swiped at his face with one hand while comforting his rapidly shrinking, barely projecting penis. It was clear his organ had had quite enough of this maltreatment. "Hands off your thingies, boys!" Cassidy ordered. "No touching, remember!"

Both boys guiltily removed their hands from their crotches. Chad's penis had retreated into his body by then, only the bright red, irritated tip sticking out. Gabriel's pointy appendage dangled between his legs, looking equally red along its length. They sat back, glaring at one another. Finally Gabriel spoke up. "What's next?" He asked. "I'm ready – I'm gonna win! I just gotta beat him one more time."

"He's right, you know," Cassidy said. "The score is two to one. One more loss, and your team loses, Buttons."

"Not much of a team," Chad muttered.

"What was that, Buttons?" Cassidy said, a bit of menace in her voice.

"I said, it's not much of a team," Chad said a little louder, surprised as his boldness. "You guys haven't done anything -- we're doing all the work."

"Yeah," Gabriel said. "You make us run all over the place and push things with our noses and yank on each other's dicks until we're both sore, and what do you do?"

"He's got a point," Mindy said suddenly. "We should have to compete, too. It's only fair."

"Hey, boys should know life isn't fair," Cassidy responded. "If life was fair they wouldn't be boys, would they? Talk about getting the short end of the stick."

"We should make the next race something we can do with them – like a three-legged race or a relay or something," Mindy insisted. "I'm faster than you – I bet I could make us win."

"I'd say the boys are already three-legged and could race by themselves, but their third legs aren't looking so good at the moment," Cassidy quipped.

"You know what I meant," Mindy said.

"Well, we don't have any ropes for a three legged race," Cassidy said.

A wheelbarrow race? Chad hadn't been in a wheelbarrow race since he was somewhere way back in grade school. Wasn't that the race where you ran on your hands, and they held you by the legs and stood between them and …

And he was butt naked, and so was Gabriel, and both girls would be looking at their bare butts the whole way – butts spread apart at the bottom, because their legs would be spread, their scrotums visible from behind, penises dangling. He just knew Zoey would be running alongside, holding the camera on whatever was most embarrassing. He opened his mouth to object, but Gabriel spoke first.

"How do we know you won't cheat?" he asked belligerently. "What's to keep you guys from deciding who you want to win just by controlling how fast you push or how fast you move when you're the wheelbarrow?"

"You just have to trust us – we like to win, too," Cassidy said. "Besides, the winning girl gets to whip the losing boy."

"No way you're spanking us," Mindy said. "We're girls – girls don't get spanked." She grinned. "Our heinies are too soft and delicate, not tough and stinky like yours."

"Well, it should be something," Gabriel said, sticking to his guns – he could see that Cassidy was looking thoughtful, considering her options. "Something you girls don't want to do."

"The losing girl should have to take her top off," Chad said suddenly. "Everything on top. She should have to show us her boobies."

Cassidy laughed. "That won't work," she said. "My sister doesn't even have any – so it's no penalty to her, only to me."

"Then you should have to take everything off!" Gabriel said suddenly. "Everything – shirt, pants, underpants, everything! That should make you try hard!"

Mindy looked shocked. "I don't want to take my pants off in front of them," she protested. "I just couldn't. I'd die of embarrassment."

"All the better," Cassidy said. "Then they'll know you're trying your hardest."

"You just say that because you want to get undressed in front of them," Mindy said. "So it still doesn't work because you don't really mind, not as much as I do. You wouldn't care so much if boys saw you naked – even if they saw your privates." She looked thoughtful. "But you're all show and no go – everyone knows that. So you should have to make out with Buttons, if you and Flopsy lose. I mean let him kiss you and hug you and press his whole body up against you. With both of you naked. I'll agree to the naked thing for me if Buttons and I lose if you agree that you have to do the naked make-out thing if you guys lose."

"How long?" Cassidy asked reasonably. "We can't do it indefinitely – we don't want Auntie to catch us. So how long would we have to do our penalties?"

Mindy thought. "For 10 minutes?" she asked.

Cassidy thought. "Make it 5," she responded. "These guys' heads would explode if you make it 10. But that means you have to be completely naked the whole 5 minutes – no covering yourself, no hiding anything behind your hands, no turning away. In fact, you have to pose any way Flopsy wants you to, and show him everything. If he says bend over and spread your cheeks, you do it. If he says spread your pussy lips, you do that, too."

"Well then, when you lose, you have to let him French you," Mindy snapped back. "And feel up your boobs! And rub his thingy against your thingy!"

"That's not fair. You're already ahead, two to one. I'm at a disadvantage – I shouldn't have to do so much more if we lose," Cassidy argued.

"Okay, forget who won before," Mindy shot back. "This one race. Winner take all. If we lose, Buttons gets whipped and I have to pose naked for Flopsy any way he wants for 5 minutes. But when you lose, and you will, Flopsy gets whipped, and you have to do a full contact naked make out session with Buttons."

"No penetration," Cassidy shot back. "I'm drawing the line at that – Auntie would freak if she discovered I wasn't intact any more. So he can't stick it in."

"All right," Mindy said. "But you have to do all the rest of it when your team loses."

"And you have to pose any way he wants when your team loses," Cassidy shot back. "Any way." She stuck out her hand, and Mindy gripped it seriously and shook it.

Chad's heart skipped a beat. Had he heard right? Had Cassidy just agreed that if he and Mindy won, she'd totally make out with him, with kissing and full frontal hugging and rubbing his boy parts against her girl parts? Bare? Like, nothing between his penis and her opening? His penis suddenly came to life, lengthening steadily and visibly, the head poking out, the shaft stiffening and following the head. He glanced at Gabriel, noting immediately that Gabriel's penis was also lengthening, apparently enticed by the thought of posing young Mindy bare naked in any way he wanted, any way at all.

The whipping at the stocks isn't real, he reminded himself. So nothing bad happens if I lose, not really, except I don't get to make out with Cassidy bare naked, that is. His penis lurched upward to full hardness. Even if I lose, I get to see Mindy naked, and that's something, he thought excitedly.

So it was two very excited pubescent boys who shortly thereafter got down on all fours and let the girls grab their ankles, then straightened their legs to make the classical wheelbarrow form. Chad felt Mindy hoist his ankles and settle between them. He was acutely conscious of his erect penis pointing straight downward, where Mindy could obviously see it clearly under his tight sack. He looked over at Gabriel, immediately spotting his equally erect penis hanging beneath him, angled forward, the foreskin pulled back so the tip just peaked out. It still bothered him that Gabriel's erect penis was almost as big as his. Mindy shifted her grip on Chad and looked down, giggling as she took in the underside of his raging erection pulling his balls tight below his butt hole. She giggled as she stood there holding him. "He's all ready for you when you lose," she said to Cassidy. "I bet he'll squirt his stuff right on you when you do it. You'd better be careful not to get pregnant."

Cassidy, hauling on Gabriel's legs, grinned back at her. "You're almost right. Except it'll by Flopsy who squirts for the first time in his life when he sees you get naked, that is. I'm going to suggest he put you on your back with your legs in the air and spread so he can see both your holes at the same time! He'll be shooting at the clouds when he sees that."

The two girls stood side by side, holding their tumescent and eager boys. "How do we start?" Mindy asked. Cassidy considered.

"I know," she said. "I'll throw a rock way up in the air. When it hits the ground, that's when we start." She let go of one of Gabriel's legs, snatched up a rock, and threw it up as high as she could. She quickly gathered his leg again, and as the rock landed the two boys took off as fast as their hands could go, hard penises swaying lewdly between their legs as they moved along, butts tightened with effort, scrotums snug against their pubic mounds, and little tight butt holes peeking shyly from between their slightly parted buns.

Chad, with his slightly longer arms, took an early lead, but Gabriel managed to keep the gap from widening by sheer determination, so they were only about a boy-length apart at the turn-around bush that Cassidy had designated. Both girls released them, and both boys leaped to their feet, all modesty forgotten in their desire to win. The girls dropped to their hands and knees, and both boys scrambled to pick them up. Chad's right hand slipped off Mindy's leg, and Cassidy and Gabriel charged ahead before Chad could pick her leg up again, appearing to have an insurmountable lead. Chad couldn't take his eyes off of Mindy's somewhat immature but nicely rounded feminine butt, firmly encased in jeans so skin tight that they climbed into her butt crack and outlined her butt firmly. Chad was further distracted by the fact that his penis, in his now vertical position, bounced merrily as he moved, pointing first at Mindy's left butt cheek, then her right. To add to his distraction, he suddenly noticed that between her spread legs, her jeans were so tight that they pressed into the furrow he now knew girls had between their legs, pressed into it and outlined it for all to see. He was so distracted by the view he didn't even notice Zoey and her mother filming, one from the front, running backwards as they trotted along, one from the side where his and Gabriel's erect penises were putting on quite a show with their bobbing.

"Come on, they're winning!" he urged Mindy, pushing at her ankles. "You don't want to be naked, do you? I sure as heck don't want a whipping."

Mindy, panting and moving as fast as she could, said nothing, just kept doggedly plodding ahead but not gaining. Chad moaned aloud. All was lost! Gabriel would get to look at a naked Mindy, and he'd be locked in the stocks for his "whipping," which, although probably not completely real, would, if Gabriel's turn in the stocks was any indication, involve considerable humiliation and at least some discomfort. Not to mention the fact that his shot at hugging a completely naked Cassidy was going up in smoke. Darn that Gabriel, anyway!

Gabriel and Cassidy were just feet from the finish line now, making a final push. There was no way they'd every catch up. Chad sighed, resigning himself to his fate. He'd just have to endure it, that's all. He'd probably get two or three real strikes from a switch, and it would hurt, but he'd had worse. The promise of bare body contact with Cassidy had probably been an illusion all along – just a pipe dream.

And then Cassidy's hand hit a lose rock and she slipped sideways and fell on a shoulder. Gabriel, who'd been looking ahead and not at his partner, stumbled and tripped over her, folding her double as he went down on top of her, his splayed crotch landing right on her face so that his genitals pressed against her nose, his legs framing her chin. And Chad and Mindy raced past, Mindy collapsing at the finish line, panting.

"We…..won! We…..won!" she exclaimed, lying stretched out on her back with her arms flung out at her sides. Chad sat down beside her, in part to hide his still raging erection. He was going to make out with a girl! A naked girl! His body was going to be right against hers! He was going to touch her boobies and everything!

Cassidy and Gabriel were untangling from each other, Cassidy shouting angrily. "Get that thing out of my face!" she shrieked. "You did that on purpose, didn't you! You lost it for us!" Cassidy was screaming. "I had it won, and you lost it! You dirty little pervert! I hope she rips your butt to ribbons!"

"Hey, you're the one who fell over her own hands," Gabriel responded, rubbing a bruised hip where he'd landed painfully. "It wasn't my fault."

"Yeah, well, thanks a lot," Cassidy snapped back. "Hope you enjoy your whipping, you little asshole. In fact, I'm going to tell her to give it to you on your little asshole!"

Mindy was sitting up, now, still panting but eyes shining. "Pay up, big sister!" she gloated. "Come on -- everything off! And give me your watch, so I can start timing you when Buttons climbs on!"

She turned to Chad. "Do you like nice pointy boobies, Buttons?" she asked. "Because that's what my sister has – pointy ones with cute little nipples."

"It's not fair!" Cassidy raged. "It was Flopsy's stupid fault. I shouldn't have to do this!"

Shut up," Cassidy said. She started unbuttoning her blouse, Chad and Gabriel both watching her with fascination.

"Nakey time, sis!" Mindy continued taunting. "But not just nakey, nakey against nakey – boy parts against girl parts," Mindy added. "You can tickle each other with your hair down there." She turned to Gabriel. "They're not nice and slick and clean like us, they both have hair," she added, as if Gabriel couldn't see Chad's naked groin with his dozen or so pubic hairs.

"I said shut up," Cassidy said. "Shut up, shut up! If you're going to be such a big baby, fine – I just want to get this over with." She pulled the blouse off her arms and dropped it on the ground, then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra deftly, slipping it off her shoulders and flinging it down, too. She crossed her arms under her breasts and looked at Mindy and Chad defiantly. "There," she said. "There they are. Try not to cream yourself, little boy."

Chad, who was actually in danger of doing just that, stared at the girl's budding breasts, trembling visible. The two small mounds with conical tips pointed back at him, nicely shaped and incredibly enticing. At that moment all he wanted to do was touch them, run his hands over them until he squirted his stuff into the air like some sort of perverted peeing boy fountain.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Cassidy said. "I never should have agreed to that winner take all thing. I should have known you were just playing me." She lowered her hands to her jeans, unsnapped the button, pulled the zipper down slowly, peeled the tops apart so that Chad and Gabriel could see her light blue panties underneath. Slowly, gently, she gripped the top of the waistband and peeled her jeans downward, having to tug to get the tight fabric over her bottom curves. Bending, she shoved them down her legs and pulled them off one foot and then the other, the pants so tight that they turned inside-out as she did. She tossed them carelessly on the ground and stood up with hands on hips, staring at Chad's erection.

"Bet you five bucks he creams when I take them off," she said. Gabriel, moving closer to Chad for a better view, caught her attention. "Yeah, you little pervert, you get your eyes full, too. You won't be seeing so well when you're being whipped in the stocks. I meant what I said – you're getting whipped on the asshole and all the way down your crack. Maybe your little sack, too." She looped a thumb under each side of her panties and paused, watching Chad's and Gabriel's penises jump with their heartbeats. Zoey was filming her performance, her mother the reactions of the boys.

"Let's do it," she said. She yanked the panties down and let them puddle at her feet, then put her hands back on her hips, stepped out of them, and spread her legs, trying to look like a statue of Russian motherhood, thrusting her chest proudly forward.

Chad and Gabriel gaped, open mouthed. A real, live, adolescent girl was standing naked in front of them, with her boobs and her privates on display for them to see. Chad's eyes fell immediately to the girl's crotch, noting, first, that she had a quite attractive little strip of light brown, tightly curly hair right above her private area, a neat little strip that accented rather than hid her vulva and completely outshone the few little straight hairs that he'd managed so far.

"I thought you guys had hair all over. Even, you know, your girl place," Chad said hesitantly.

"She would," Mindy said. "But she shaves it every other day or so. Wants to look good for the boys who never see it."

"Well, they're seeing it now," Cassidy said. "So I was right."

And indeed they were. Chad and Gabriel were mesmerized by their girl's privates. To Chad's surprise, she didn't have the neat, demure little furrow of Alan's cousin Chandra, who he'd viewed completely naked when all three were being punished at Alan's house. This girl's privates were more complex, with folds of pinkish skin protruding from the center, overlapping each other in a moist, thoroughly inviting manner. The image of her vulva as a place to put his penis was strongly enhanced by those protruding folds. As he watched, Cassidy did a sudden 180 pirouette, turning so they could examine her feminine buttocks, with their creamy white skin completely blemish free. Chad's penis, if anything, got harder. Nothing gay about me, he thought absently. She stayed in that position a moment, then flexed her buns a few times. Chad fought the urge to grab his penis and start masturbating to the sight. Cassidy wiggled her butt a few times at the boys, then turned back around.

Chad started to get down on his knees on one side of her. Was he supposed to straddle her? Her hips were wide enough to make that a difficult task for him with his narrow boy-butt. Mindy spoke up. "Spread your legs, Sis!" she ordered. "He can't get his thingy next to yours otherwise."

"Count on you to go right for the fucking position," Cassidy muttered. But she spread her legs apart, making her vulva open rather loosely, so that the interior folds could now be seen. Chad stood on his knees frozen, looking at that wondrous sight. "Well, get on with it," she growled. "If you're going to paw me and rub that disgusting thing against me, get down here and let's get the timer started. I doubt if Auntie would come all the way up here, but if she did your ass is gonna be grass if she sees you one me."

Gulping, Chad, moving like a man in a dream, awkwardly crawled over her, his penis bobbing and lurching, and settled between her spread legs, looking down at her. She held out her arms. "Come on," she said. "Snuggle time. The sooner sis starts the timer, the sooner I get your slimy body off of me again."

She pulled Chad forward until he was on top of her, circling his body and cupping his butt, pulling his crotch into contact with hers, so his erect penis lay against the warm, moist folds of her girlhood. "Start the timer," she said.

Chad's heart leaped. He was vaguely disappointed that he hadn't managed to cup a handful of boob before she pulled him into her, but still, he was hugging a naked girl, his whole body pressed into hers! He had never been so sexually excited in all his life! And then she upped the ante, by pulling his head down with her right arm until their lips met, and then enguling his.

Chad's heart stopped, or that's how it seemed. Warm softness was everywhere on his torso, from his flat chest pressing her soft, smooth mounds to their stomachs rubbing, to his hard penis, pressed between her legs, right into the pink moistness. He was on a girl, a naked girl! With his privates against hers! And she was kissing him, her mouth doing wonderful, warm things to his. His penis, impossibly, became harder, his heartbeat making it pulse noticeably between her legs, against her warm wetness. The urge to rear back, line up with the hole inside of her, and stick it in was palpable, but he forced himself to remain against her, letting his penis revel in the heat of her groin. He could feel her soft breasts pressing into his chest, the harder nipples prominent where they were pressed against him. The nub at the top of her girl parts was hard, too, harder than her nipples, pressing neatly against the underside of his penis right by the knot of skin that was so prominent on him, just behind the head itself. He wiggled his butt, letting his penis nestle more firmly into her softness, letting the head of his penis press more firmly against her own little nub. Her free hand was kneading his butt now, her lips working as she nibbled and sucked on his own lips. He wiggled his hips a bit more, trying to settle his penis more firmly between her legs. A spasm shook him, and that quickly he was cumming, his hips bucking and his penis shuddering in her warm, female embrace, wonderful feelings pouring through him, slimy wetness oozing between them, coating their stomachs above his penis tip and spreading out between them – hot, slimy wetness that made their stomachs slick.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!" a harsh voice suddenly roared. Chad, jerked out of his orgasmic stupor, was flung to one side as Cassidy reared up, throwing him violently off. She jumped to her feet, covering her privates and then pawing quickly for clothing, getting dressed faster than Chad would have thought was possible. He blinked, trying to calm his sudden startlement and make sense out of what was happening. Lynch was looming over him, face dark and angry. "You were fucking my cousin!" he roared. "She was naked, and so were you, and you were on her, and you were fucking her! You know there's no fucking of my cousins allowed! You aren't even supposed to touch their cunts or their boobs. Ma will have your balls for this!"

"But I wasn't…" Chad began. Lance reached down and flicked Chad's sagging, slimy penis up, pointing at his ejaculate smeared all over his genitals and on his stomach.

"I'm not fool," he said. "That's dick juice. You were fucking her and you'd just cum when I walked up. "Ma said no fucking! You're going to get it now, for sure." He turned to Cassidy, who was hastily buttoning her shirt, a guilty expression on her face. "You're a slut," he said. "A dirty slut. Ma's gonna whip your pussy after she's done with him, I'll bet. Teach you a lesson. I wasn't good enough for you when I wanted you, but this street scum is, huh? You got Ma to whip my balls when I'll I did was touch your slutty cunt through your pants! It took me a month to heal, and I couldn't jerk off the whole time. 'Oh, I'm not that kind of girl,' you told her. 'I never do those sorts of things – he forced me!' My dick was striped for months afterward – you can still see the marks! Well, let's see you deny this with his dick juice all over you! I'll make sure she lets me watch when she does it." He turned and started back toward the waterfall at a stride that was almost a run. Almost out of sight, he turned back. "Get them both in the stocks," he said. "And have them ready for Ma when she gets there. I hope you enjoyed your little plaything while you had the chance. You know what she's going to do to him now."

Ten or so minutes later, Chad and Gabriel were tightly strapped into the stocks side by side, their legs tied to the stakes in the ground, their heads and necks pinned, their naked butts upthrust, their legs spread, their genitals dangling helplessly. Zoey had stopped filming with Lynch's last remark and immediately began singing the praises of all the children while chivvying them toward the waterfall and not allowing either of the boys to get a word in or even ask a question. She and her mother and the girls had shepherded the boys politely but firmly into the stocks, answering their questions by telling them that there was just a small bit to do and that there would be time for explanations later. Chad's heart was racing. She wasn't going to hurt him, not really hurt him, not Zoey. But he still had a stark fear of her hurting him "for realism," or "for the film." He wondered if Gabriel was as worried as him. He tried to reassure himself – nothing was going to happen to him while Zoey was there – at least nothing serious.

Zoey was finishing adjusting their leg straps and stood up. "Umm…" Chad ventured, trying to get her attention to voice his desire for information of just what she had in mind.

Zoey stood up and looked at them with a satisfied expression. "What?" she said. "Look, I'll deal with your questions in a bit. Now this next part is important, the climax of the film. Lynch is going to film it, 'cause Mom is starring again. And I have to go for this part, because I can't….well, I can't. I can't stay through it – I just… never mind. They'll do what has to be done. I'll be back when they've finished, and then we'll shoot the last few filler scenes and you'll get your money. It'll all be great when it's done, and you'll be happier in the long run."

"But…" Chad started.

"Can't talk now, gotta go," Zoey said, and to Chad's surprise, she was racing away from them at a dead run, disappearing into the house in moments.

Chad turned his head to look at Gabriel, who was looking at Chad just as quizzically.

"Why'd she leave?" Gabriel asked.

"Never mind," Mrs. Turpin said. "Lynch, get into position with the camera. I've got the other one here with me – I'll slip in my shots from my side when I'm not directly on camera. You know how the scene is supposed to go and what you're supposed to do, right?"

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Gabriel said loudly.

"Shut up. You'll know what to do when the time comes. For now, you just stand there and look vulnerable and stupid and scared." She nodded to Lance, who picked up the camera. She walked around to where the boys could see her. Something large and shiny was in her right hand. As Lynch started filming, she lifted it into the boy's view.

Chad had read about people's blood running cold in books many times, but this was the first time he realized such a thing literally could happen. It felt like his blood had become ice. Mrs. Turpin had the castration clamp in her hands – the very same one she'd used on the calf to such effect earlier.

"You boys were warned," she said icily. "But you didn't listen. Boys never listen. Boys think with their balls and their cocks, not their heads. There's no way you could be in close proximity with the girls, either of you, without your trying to mount them sooner or later. I was hoping it would be later – boys are a lot stronger and more useful on a farm if they go through puberty before they're castrated. But I'll just have to live with the consequences, I guess. And so will you two. Say goodbye to your balls, boys. I hope that last experience of yours was a good one, young man -- it'll have to last you a lifetime." She lifted Chad's head by the hair as she said that, so she was looking him in the eye, held his gaze a moment, then let go again.

"You're not… you're not gonna—you're not gonna use that on us?" Gabriel said with a note of worry in his voice. Lance was zooming in on Chad's aghast face. Mrs. Turpin leaned in, whispering under her breath.

"My daughter had to go because she couldn't face this part, she's too tender-hearted," Mrs. Turpin said. "Because she knew it had to be real for the film. As in, I'm really going to castrate you two—this part isn't fake. We agreed that keeping your genitals immature like they are as you continue to grow would make it possible to use you in many more films to come. And we know you won't tell – you'd have to tell about your part in this, and you won't. At some point, your ma will take you to the doctor to try to figure out why you aren't maturing, and he'll find out you have atrophied balls, but no one will be able to connect that to us. We get a star for years to come, and the world is saved the possibility of knocking up some unfortunate girl."

She looked at Gabriel. "And we'll get yours while we're at it – consider it a twofer. Your people have too many babies, anyway. Look at the bright side, both you guys will be able to fuck girls with abandon once the soreness goes down. Of course, the urge to do it won't be that great any more, but you'll still get hard."

Chad began trembling, his face white with fear. "You wouldn't," he gasped. "You couldn't! You wouldn't cut off my – I mean, kill my --- you wouldn't!"

"Oh yes, I will," she said firmly. "Just a few moments from now. Can you feel your balls dangling between your legs, boy? Feel them hanging there, nice and heavy? In just a minute, I'll close my clamp on your sack. You'll feel a pretty sharp pinch, and then your balls will go numb, and then they'll start dying. In a week or two they'll just be a memory in an empty, pathetic sack. You'll keep your small cock and your hairless, smooth skin forever. You'll make a glorious plaything for the girls."

"She's bluffing," Gabriel said. But there was an uncertain tremor in his voice. "She has to be bluffing. She wouldn't – she couldn't –"

He trailed off, looking at her. She grinned evilly at him and held the clamp in his direction. "You're second," she said. "After him. Because he's the one who was on top my niece, his go first. You can enjoy feeling yours in your sack a little longer before they go numb for the last time." She smirked at Gabriel. "Don't worry, castrati can still cum. Oh, you'll have a boy dick for life, but some consider that a plus – you can rent yourself out to men who love boys for a fortune."

She turned and left their field of view, walking behind the boys. Chad and Gabriel twisted their heads frantically, found they couldn't see her at all any more. Lynch caught their frantic movements on camera.

A cold hand grasped Chad's scrotum, the fingers probing, pushing his balls to the bottom of the sack, stretching it out. "Noooooooooooooo!" Chad screamed, trying to jerk his hindquarters away but scarcely able to move. His muscles all felt weak, his skin clammy. His bladder contracted violently, and he began spraying pee in all directions as he struggled. Mrs. Turpin clamped down harder on his sack with her fingers, pulling his balls down to the bottom.

Cold metal brushed his thighs, slipped between his legs. The edge of the clamp contacted the side of his scrotum nearest his butt hole. He tried to move but the clamp moved with him.

"Nooooooooooo!" Chad wailed again. His bowels felt like water. She was mean, he could sense that. She'd enjoy castrating boys. And his protector, Zoey, was gone. All the girls were gone. Just her and the rough-looking Lynch. He and Gabriel were helpless – she could indeed castrate them both. But she wouldn't, would she? It had to be just a trick for the movie. Any second, she'd call "cut," and say that they had enough footage and it was all fake, or ask him to make some sort of agonized expression while she faked shutting the clamp. But Zoey had gone, saying she couldn't stay. Couldn't stay because she was too soft hearted? Couldn't watch them get castrated?

The other side of the clamp closed firmly on his scrotum, and he lurched, more fear than he'd ever felt in his life shooting through him. She was really doing it – the clamp squeezed tighter, began to pinch. Chad screamed, and his bowels let go, watery shit pouring out of his butt hole, flowing down his legs, soiling the clamp and his genitals and puddling by his tethered feet. Gabriel was shouting, too. Chad's senses were overloaded and Gabriel's voice seemed far away, but it sounded like he was saying something like "Don't hurt him, I'll kill you, I swear I'll kill you if you hurt him! I'll get a gun, and I'll kill you both!"

Chad screamed again. And then the clamp pinched harder, accompanied by a sharp, unbearable stab of pain from his scrotum. And then everything went black.