Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 49
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 49: Scarwars: The Return of the Jesse

Chad drifted back to consciousness slowly. He was lying on his back, his head cradled on something soft. His lower half was wrapped in something soft, too, and he was lying on something softer, and he could feel a dull ache at the top of his scrotum. His lower half felt damp, somehow, too. Something bad had happened – he'd been terrified of something. He could almost remember screaming, screaming for all he was worth…

His eyes snapped open and he tried to sit up. "My balls!" he exclaimed. He began pawing frantically at the covering on his lower half, discovering he was wrapped tightly in a thick towel. He discovered his head was on Cassidy's lap, and she'd been leaning over him, stroking his hair. His legs were on a soft blanket, a very large soft blanket. She tried to soothe him, push his head down again. Chad brushed her hands away, tried once again to yank the towel off, see if his balls were shrinking away already. He glanced quickly around. Gabriel was sitting calmly on the blanket beside him, butt naked and seemingly totally unconcerned. Since he was sitting Indian style with his legs crossed under him, his genitals were completely visible. Chad stared, seeing no tell-tale line across his scrotum or anything else unusual about Gabriel's boy parts. He frantically scrabbled at his towel to view his own violated scrotum.

"Shush, calm down," Cassidy said quietly. "Your little balls are fine – nothing happened to you."

"Except you peed all over the ground, and you pooed yourself," Mindy giggled. "And then you passed out." Chad turned his head to see her sitting on the other side of Cassidy, by his head. "We had to hose you off and then wash you with soap to get you clean and not stinky– it was all over your boy parts and your legs and the clamp, too." She held her nose to illustrate her opinion of his previous condition. .
"You were out a long time," Cassidy said. "We were starting to worry about you. But Zoey said your body had just shut down because of the overload, like taking a power nap. She said it happens all the time when people get really scared, and you'd come around after a bit. And you did."

"But – but it hurt! I felt it close on me!" Chad managed at that point to rip the towel open and frantically pawed his droopy penis out of the way, scanning his scrotum with a look of great anxiety. There was no tell-tale flat red line on him like there'd been on the calf, no marks on his scrotum at all, except for a little red bump right in the middle near the top, where it joined his body. He felt his balls with his fingers one at a time, squeezed tentatively. He could feel his touch in his balls easily, so they weren't numb or dead, and they protested reassuringly when he squeezed. He felt the aching bump at the top of his scrotum.

"That's where you got poked with a needle," Cassidy said in explanation, pointing at the red bump at the top of his sack. "Zoey's mom wanted you to jump in pain convincingly for the camera, so she needed something that really hurt."

"But… I felt it close on me, tight…" Chad began.

"Oh, it did," Cassidy said. "But it's not the same clamp. Not the one we used on the calf. This one's got the blades filed, so that they leave plenty of room between them when they close – they get snug, but they don't crush anything. Zoey said she tried them on Lynch first to make sure, closing them very, very slowly in case they were too tight. His balls are bigger than yours, so if he wasn't harmed, you wouldn't be, either." She reached down beside her leg and lifted the stainless-steel tool. The handles were now completely closed, and Chad could see that the jaws didn't actually meet as they had before – a gap of more than an eighth of an inch separated them. "Your little balls were never in any danger."

Chad collapsed back on Cassidy's lap. He felt like such a fool. He'd believed everything Mrs. Turpin had said – swallowed it hook, line, and sinker. Gabriel would never respect him again – they all would probably start making fun of him. He shut his eyes clasped his hands over his face. All the rest of it – being naked, being spanked, pooping on all fours in front of everyone – all of it was nothing compared to the humiliation of this.

"Where's Zoey," Chad croaked. "I want to go home."

"She's in the house reviewing the tape," Cassidy said. "She said she'd give the four of us some time alone before we finished a few filler scenes. Her mom and Lynch went in the house, too."

Chad opened his eyes again. "Why'd she think we wanted time alone?" he asked. "So you'd all have a chance to make fun of me?"

Cassidy smiled. "Now why would we want to do that?" she asked.

"Because I fell for it," Chad said bitterly. "I'm such a moron! I even peed on myself.!"

There was silence a moment, as Chad looked off over his shoulder, away from all of them. He felt like crying like a little kid. He just kept falling for things – it was like girls could just yank his emotions around at will. Suddenly Mindy spoke up.

"It's no big deal," she said quietly.

"Yeah, right," Chad snapped.

"Really," Mindy said. "It's no big deal. Everyone poops and pees on themselves when they get scared enough! We learned that in science class. It makes it so things trying to eat you think you're yucky, and it makes you lighter so you can run faster. And how were you supposed to know that Zoey's mom wasn't going to hurt you? She and Lynch planned it all out to make it as scary as possible and to convince you they were going to clamp you for real. Zoey left because she knew she'd give it away – she's not goo with keeping secrets like that. Anyone else would have done the same thing you did, only they'd probably have done it quicker."

"Couldn't have done it much quicker," Gabriel muttered.

Cassidy turned her gaze on Gabriel. "And you weren't afraid?" she asked. "You didn't think he was losing his little jewels and you were next?"

"She wouldn't have dared do it for real," Gabriel said. "If she'd done it for real, I'd have told in a second as soon as we got away from here. Or I'd have come back and killed her. She wouldn't want to take the chance."

"So you knew it was faked, huh?" Cassidy said. "Knew it all along?"

Gabriel looked self-assured. "Course I did," he said. "I once had a guy almost cut mine off with those things tree trimmer guys have. I know the difference between that and people faking it."

"Really?" Cassidy said, arching one eyebrow. Neat trick, Chad thought. He wondered how she did that without the other one going up. Wasn't there an old TV show where some guy did that all the time? "So if Zoey's mom had gone for you first, you'd never have freaked out or anything, huh?"

"I'd have faked like she was really doing it, of course," Gabriel said. "I'm a good actor. But I knew it was fake."

"You must be an even better actor than that, truly excellent," Cassidy said. "You see, Mindy and I were standing behind you two, out of your sight, the whole scene. Think about it – you never saw us leave, did you? That's because we didn't – we were standing behind your little butts the whole scene – directly behind your little butts, if you know what I mean. Zoey wanted film of us watching in fascination as your nuts were clamped. She says some guys get off on that sort of thing being done by girls in front of girls."

"So?" Gabriel said. "So you like looking at boys' butt holes? What's that got to do with anything?"

"So we were standing behind you the whole time. We saw what you did. We say everything you did. We saw everything afterward, too."

Gabriel's defiant gaze shifted, wavered a bit. His eyes flickered from one girl to the other. The he broke their gaze and looked down at his knees.

"That's right," Cassidy said, reading his expression. "Maybe everyone else was looking at your cousin. Maybe the cameras were focused mainly on your cousin. But I saw something else. I saw a brown-skinned little boy squirt a jet of pee of his own on the ground under him when his cousin started screaming. It was just a short little squirt, but is was a squirt. I'm thinking it was all the pee he had in him at the time. Am I right?"

"Gabriel did it too?" Chad asked with interest. "Is that true, Gabriel?"

"Fine," Gabriel said. He looked back up at Chad defiantly. "It was scary, all right? I couldn't move and I was tied down, and Chad was screaming, and it was like I flashed back to when I was a foster kid, and when my mom's boyfriends did things to me, and I kind of lost it. But not as bad as Chad."

"You didn't have a castration clamp closing on your ball sack, either, did you?" Cassidy said. "Besides, I disagree that you didn't lose it as bad as your cousin. I'm pretty sure there was a second little boy who got a bit of a case of the Hershey squirts at the end of the scene."

"Did not," Gabriel muttered, still looking at the ground. "It was probably just the light."

"I was running the second camera," Cassidy said. "Zoey's mom really needed both hands to work on you with the clamp."

"I jabbed the needle into Buttons," Mindy said proudly. "I mean Chad."

"And I'm sure he'll thank you later," Cassidy said wryly. "But as I was saying, I was running the second camera, and I had to pan away a moment while Mindy reached over and jabbed in the needle so Lynch could film your cousin's reaction. It was priceless, by the way – you should see your face contort as you scream and then just droop and pass out. Anyway, when I panned away, I panned over to the butt next door, so to speak, and guess what I caught on film?"

"Are we going to sit here forever?" Gabriel grumbled. "Let's finish up and go home."

"What?" Chad said, intrigued now.

"Well, first, I caught a pointy little thingy jetting pee on the ground," Cassidy said. "Just a little bit, like I said, because he ran out right away. And then there was this little eye between that same boy's round little buns kind of winking and dancing. And it squeezed in really tightly twice, and each time it relaxed it was darker in color. Because it's kind of dark to start with, you had to be watching to see it, but it definitely was darker after that. So I watched him. And when we let him loose, he kind of scuffed his feet around to hide his pee tracks. And when everyone was focused on washing you off and making you wake up, and Zoey was looking at the tape, I saw him take one of the baby wipes we were using on you, and slip off behind that tree over there, and kind of squat down, and then come back without the baby wipe. So what do you suppose we'll find if we go over behind that tree? I'm guessing we'll find a used baby wipe, with all the evidence we'd ever need on it."

Gabriel was staring intently at his feet now, his face flushed in embarrassment. Everyone was silent for a moment. Then Cassidy spoke quietly, soothingly. "So you both pooed yourselves," she said. "Big deal. We'd have done the same thing if some valuable part of us was threatened. And since you both did it, you're both even. Now let's forget about that – we have something else to do right now."

"What?" Chad asked. Gabriel was still staring at his feet, his face even redder.

"Just a little something I wanted to do," Cassidy said. "A reward, you might call it.For both of us for a job well done. You guys, too, if you want." She smiled at Chad, leaning sideways until she was hovering over his groin where he'd pulled the towel open. "I made sure we got you very, very clean," she said. She leaned closer to his genitals, her breath hot on his drooping scrotum, lifted his drooping penis and inspecting it. "Yep, clean enough to eat off of," she said, dropping it again.

"What are you doing to him?" Gabriel asked, his interest perking up again.

"Nothing yet," Cassidy said. She gently shoved Chad's head off her lap and stood up. "You see, I like to receive as well as give," she said, casually unsnapping her pants and pulling them down, her lacy panties once again on display hugging her gently curved buttocks. She stepped out of her pants and reached for her panties. "Lie on your side," she said to Chad. "And you, little sister, watch and learn. I'm going to teach all of you about my favorite number, 69."

Gabriel jumped up onto his knees and stared as Cassidy slowly, teasingly turned her back and then pulled her panties down, uncovering her adolescent buttocks, so much fuller and more rounded than a boy's muscular butt. She wagged her butt back and forth a couple of times and looked over her shoulder at them and winked. Chad was stretched on his side, his back Gabriel as he watched Cassidy undress above him, looking directly up into the crack of her butt. He was surprised to see that her legs didn't exactly meet at her crotch – there was a narrow space between them that he could see daylight through, along with the lips of her vulva. With a sweep of her arms, she pivoted to face them, placing her hands on her hips and thrusting her genital region toward them. Chad once again found himself staring at her neat patch of pubic hair and the pink ripples of flesh protruding slightly from between her genital fold. She stood there a moment showing off her genitals, then settled on the blanket facing the opposite way as Chad, her genitals even with his face and her face at his now hardening little two-inch penis. She reached over and gripped it by the base. "I'm going to lick you here," she said firmly. "Like you've never been licked before by anyone, boy, girl, or family dog. And while I'm doing that, I want you to lick me right here," she continued. She reached with her free hand to the top of her genitals, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart a bit so that her clitoral hood was visible with the nub of her clitoris peeking out under it, already stiff and moist. She indicated the area of her clitoris with an extended finger. "Go ahead, don't be shy," she urged. "I'll match your efforts with my own, so the more fun I have, the more fun you have. And I'll start when you start."

"But…" Chad wavered.

Gabriel poked Chad's butt. "Shut up, stupid!" he hissed. "Shut up and do it! You might never get another chance like this."

"Well, not right away, anyway," Cassidy said, grinning. "And I give awfully good head, you know. A whole lot better than your little boyfriend did. All I ask is that you reciprocate." She slid her upper leg up her other thigh so that it made an inverted V, the position spreading her pussy so that the lips opened and Chad could see her clitoris clearly with its sheltering hood as well as the twisted little slit she peed out of and the tight, virginal hole that disappeared inside of her. He noted, for the first time, that a girl's pee hole was actually quite a ways away from the little penis-thing she wanted him to use his tongue on. How bad could it be? He wanted to ask her what is was like, if she'd ever done another girl just as he'd done so many other boys.

Gabriel slapped his butt this time. "Go for it, you idiot!" he said, giving Chad's head a nudge toward Cassidy's pink vaginal opening with its glistening pink folds. "If you don't do it, I will!"

"My offer's not open to you," Cassidy said firmly. "I only do boys with hair. If you want any 69 action you'll need to talk my sister into it." Gabriel looked hopefully at Mindy, who was staring at her sister and Chad as if watching a train wreck.

"But…" Chad said again.

"Shut up and lick me, stupid," Cassidy said. "I'll make you very happy you did."

Chad wavered. Lick a girl there? Where she peed? It looked all wet and messy. He looked down his body, to where her mouth was half opened in front of his now painfully erect penis, her hand aiming the tip toward her, just waiting for him to start. He looked at her genitals again. The top part, where he was supposed to lick, didn't look quite so damp – it actually resembled a little penis, and he'd certainly taken enough of those in his mouth during his punishment days. He lapped his tongue out tentatively and let it swipe across the little nub. It didn't taste like much of anything, really – it certainly wasn't musty like Tommy's penis had been – more salty, and maybe with a hint of the ocean or fish oil or something like that. He started to lap across her again and was surprised when an explosion of feeling welled up from his groin, where Cassidy had just run her tongue full glut along the underside of his penis. He gasped and licked her harder in return, only to be rewarded with another full swipe down his organ. Here goes, he thought to himself, moving his head closer, so that his nose was almost buried in her pussy. The feminine smell was stronger with his nose against her, but it wasn't unpleasant. He began lapping around her little nub with all his might, feeling her mouth working on his organ in return, licking the pee slit, circling the tip, lapping down one side and then the other. He tried moving his tongue as rapidly as he could over her projecting clitoris, finding that it tired quickly when he did. He went back to lapping around the hard bump with long strokes of his tongue. The girl surprised him by suddenly contracting her hips, humping herself toward him so that his nose crashed into her warm, smothering folds. He jerked his head back, the tip of his nose suddenly damp and the aroma of girl much stronger now.

"Keep going!" she hissed, then plunged her mouth over Chad's dick, engulfing it and making him gasp despite all the orgasms he'd had already that day. He carefully moved his head into her crotch again, more mindful of her increasing hip thrusts now. He found he could move with her better if he rested his chin against the landing strip on her groin, although it tickled his face a bit. His cock kept feeling progressively better, although the buildup was slow – no question that all the sexual activity of the day had taken its toll on his usually hair trigger virility.

Gabriel and Mindy watched the two with wide eyes, Gabriel considering for the first time in his life that perhaps girls might like sex as much as boys. The thought of licking a girl there hadn't occurred to him before, but after some consideration it made as much sense as sucking on a boy's penis, he supposed. His own penis was rock hard and he reached down to give it a squeeze, then looked at Mindy guiltily when he realized she was probably watching him. To his surprise, he discovered she had the top of her hand slid slightly into her pants where it appeared she was pressing on her own genitals. He looked across the writhing bodies of the two slightly older adolescents at her. "Wanna do it?" he asked. "I'm already naked, and I'm hard. And I'm clean – I washed myself real good after my accident." He looked at her pleadingly, trying to look hopeful but not threatening. His eyes strayed again to where she was fingering herself inside her pants.

Seeing his gaze, Mindy started and then yanked her hand out of her pants, looking embarrassed. She looked away from Chad and Cassidy, both of whom were now moaning and writhing and sloppily slobbering all over each other. "What?"

Gabriel waved his hand at the two on the blanket between them. "Wanna do it?" he said again. "Give it a try with me? I don't shoot yet, and I'm not real big, so I won't make you gag or anything. And I'll lick you better than Chad's doing your sister, I'll bet."

Mindy looked at her feet. "I don't know," she said.

"Come on," Gabriel said. "I've seen other girls naked, you know. I have a sister I used to take baths with. And I've even seen her get spanked, too, so I know what girls look like. And look how much fun they're having." He squeezed his penis hard, feeling it jump in response. "Don't you wanna?" he asked plaintively. 'Because if you don't, I'm going to jerk myself off right now – I can't stand just watching much longer."

Mindy looked at the ground. "I.. I can't take my pants off in front of other people," she said. "No one but Cassidy has seen me naked since I was little."

"Oh," Gabriel said, sounding disappointed. He stood and turned his back to her and began pumping furiously on his penis, his butt squeezing like mad. Mindy stepped hurriedly around the two on the ground and grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Wait!" she said. She looked back at Cassidy, who did indeed look like she was having fun. Her sister was holding Chad's penis by the base with one hand while she moved her head up and down on it, and her other hand was pressing on the back of Chad's head, keeping him in contact with her crotch as she moaned and pumped her hips. Then Mindy looked at Gabriel, looking small and sweet and innocent, holding his cute little erect pecker in his fist. Suddenly she felt horny as hell.

"Promise you won't laugh or make fun of me," she said. "I don't have any hair, you know. You'll think I look like a little girl." She tentatively reached for her pants button, then hesitated.

"That's okay," Gabriel said. "I don't have any hair, either. I guess I look like a little kid, too. And you didn't laugh at me, at least not much."

"That was just for the movie," Mindy said. "Zoey said we were supposed to keep saying you guys' weenie thingies were real small and disgusting. But they aren't, not really. They're really cute, and neat. Although it must be weird to pee through a tube, and aim it, and …" She trailed off.

Aww, what the hay," she said suddenly. "I probably don't look any different down than your sister." She unbuttoned her pants, then hesitated again. "Turn around," she said. Behind her, the older kids were moaning more loudly.

"Why?" Gabriel said. "I'll see it when I do it, anyway. Up close."

"That's okay. I won't be able to see you looking then. Now turn around."

Gabriel obediently turned around, feeling motion behind him as she apparently went through the process of removing pants and underpants. He could feel her stretching out behind Chad, so they were butt to butt. "Now lie down facing away from me. No, with your head the other way. Don't turn over and look until you're lying down." Gabriel obeyed. Chad's moans were getting more urgent, and Cassidy was thrashing around now, making little gasping noises that might have been, "Oh yes, oh yes!" around Chad's penis.

Gabriel settled on the blanket facing away from her and she gently caressed his hip. "Okay, shut your eyes and roll over," she said. "Don't open them until I tell you." Gabriel rolled himself over. He could sense her nearness. She slid one hand under his legs and cupped his butt with it, gripped his penis by the base with the other as she'd seen her sister do. "Okay, now you can look," she said. Gabriel opened his eyes and discovered his face was almost in her crotch. He had to look cross-eyed to see her clearly, but when he did, he discovered that she did, indeed look quite a lot like he'd remembered his sister looking. The tight furrow disappearing between her legs was the same, the slightly puffy lips and bare pubic mound was also similar. And yet, her pussy was different from his sister's, too. The hint of color between her pussy lips was darker, her slit itself seemed longer, and the slight bump at the top was more pronounced, so that her clitoris almost protruded, unlike his sister's, which was hidden almost all the time except when she was flailing her legs in agony during a hard spanking. The girl's skin was softer than Dakota's too, and more inviting. He found himself, impossibly, getting harder.

Mindy, meanwhile, was looking cross-eyed at his rock hard penis, bobbing in front of her, the foreskin partially retracted so that it made a little hood over his penis tip. "I really do like it," she said. "It's so soft and cute."

Gabriel, wondering if he should start first, looked at staring at her neat furrow where it closed at the top, matching her cross-eyed look. "You look good, too," he said. "I'm ready if you are."

"Just don't pee while I'm doing it," she said, voicing her greatest fear of the moment.

"I won't if you don't," Gabriel replied. "Girls pee, too, you know." He lapped her tentatively with his tongue on the smooth, hairless skin just above her vulva. When nothing terrible happened, he began licking her there, moving gradually toward her slit. She jerked backwards a little.

"That tickles," she said. "You have to press harder."

"And you have to lick me back," he replied. "Just take it right in your mouth. It's not so bad. I've had to do it to other guys, so I know."

"Really?" she said. "You mean your cousin? "

"Naw, foster home kids," Gabriel said, pausing in his licking. "Now shut up and do me back."

Mindy gave his penis a tight squeeze. "You've done guys who squirt stuff, too?" she asked.

"Sure," Gabriel said. "They usually made me. It's not so bad – kind of tastes like snot. Now are we doing this or not?"

Steeling all of her courage, Mindy licked the tip of his penis. Not bad, she thought. A little salty. She wasn't sure what she'd been expected, but it wasn't horrible, anyway. She began inexpertly lapping at his penis, having trouble because it waved in the air as she did.

"Hold it still with your hand and aim it," Gabriel said. "Like your sister is doing."

Mindy complied, deciding she liked the feel of his organ in her hand, anyway – it throbbed with life, jumping and pulsing, and the surface was soft even though the insides were hard. She found it easier going after that. Gabriel also had some trouble finding just the right spot to lick on her, as his attempts to lick right over her bump had her pushing him away, complaining that it was too stimulating. But after some experimentation, Gabriel found that she responded best to him licking around the hood rather than the bump itself, and Mindy, in turn discovered that circling his penis with her mouth and sucking on it pleased him more than the licking. Almost simultaneously both of them climaxed, their bodies convulsing as each held on to the other for dear life. They finally separated, panting, only to find Cassidy and Chad had long since finished, and were leaning against each other watching them with interest. Mindy leaped to her feet, her hands going to cover her pussy.

"Don't bother, he's already seen it," Cassidy said. "It's just a little girl puss, anyway." She spread her legs to contrast her more womanly appearance to her sister's. "He's more interested in real women."

Gabriel looked up at Chad. "Can't a guy get a blow job in privacy?" he grumbled. Mindy, meanwhile, was scrambling for her clothes, her original shyness suddenly back full force now that her ardor had departed.

"We'd better get dressed and get down there, anyway," Cassidy said. "Zoey is going to want to shoot some continuity scenes, and we need to get back home before dark."

"Speak for yourselves," Gabriel grumbled. "Chad and I don't have any clothes to put on, remember?"

Down in the cabin, Zoey, her mother, and Lynch stood looking at the monitors that were set up in the living room, the monitors connected to the circle of mobile cameras in the trees surrounding the blanket with the four children on it. "Hot scene, Lurch," she commented. "Suppose any of them realize we filmed it all?"

"We'd better get outside before they come in," Zoey said. "I'll work this little four-way into the plot later. Too bad the boys didn't do anything with each other—our primary audience would have loved that even more."

Lynch grimaced to demonstrate just how much he didn't particularly enjoy watching boys do things with each other. "I don't think that's their thing," he said. They're not the type. Or they'd get hard to each other, not just the girls. Yeah, I know the little one sucked the big one when the girls told him he had to, but you could tell he wasn't into it – he didn't even get hard. And if you're not the type, you really can't fake it."

"You'd know, stud," Zoey said. "Believe me, I remember that hot little thing of yours. You couldn't get enough of me, could you? I can remember when you'd cum and be hard again right away." She turned and led them out of the house.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty much anticlimactic. Chad and Gabriel filmed a variety of more mundane scenes while nestled in the "bedding" in the shed, Zoey explaining that filtration would give the appearance of nighttime. This included scenes of the two of them discussing their feelings about having to do their eliminations in the open, being paddled in the stocks, being butt-raped by Lynch, and possibly having a date with the castration clamp. (Foreshadowing, Zoey had said. Material to hint at the climax, which they'd already filmed, of course). In some scenes Zoey asked one or the other of them to fake crying while the other one provided comfort. Each boy had his own scene lying on top of the rags with a severely damaged butt on display, the "damage" courtesy of Zoey's makeup talents. Much to Chad's discomfort, one scene involved he and Gabriel engaging in mutual masturbation for 30 seconds or so, making it the first time he'd handled Gabriel's erection as well as the first time Gabriel had handled his. Neither boy would look at the other while they were doing it, and both were red-faced afterward. But, "in for a penny, in for a pound," Zoey had said, and although Chad had never heard that phrase, he figured it meant that with all they'd already done, a little touching of each other was no biggie.

Then there were many punishment scenes to be filmed – just a few seconds each time, but there were a lot of them. Himself over Cassidy's lap with her seated on the grass, on various benches, seated on chairs, once even forcing Gabriel to serve as her chair by sitting up on all fours. Grabbing his ankles. In the inspection position. Standing, leaning against Mindy. Each time with Cassidy whaling away at his butt, striking hard enough to sting for realism, Zoey adding makeup when his butt didn't look red or blistered or bruised enough for a particular scene. After a few rounds, both his and Gabriel's butts became sore enough that distress didn't have to be feigned, only exaggerated.

The scenes seemed endless, but suddenly, to Chad's surprise, Zoey called out, "That's a wrap, people." The boys' clothing was produced again and they dressed quickly, then equipment was gathered into the station wagon and the truck, the boys serving as mules to carry the equipment. When they were almost ready, Zoey called Chad aside. "Come in the house," she said. "I almost forgot something. You can wait here, we'll be right back," she added to Gabriel when he started to follow.

She led him into the empty living room, picking up a glittering object from the window sill. "Your rather personal ring," she said. Chad stuck out a hand, but Zoey made no effort to hand it to him. She pointed at his pants. "Just lower them a minute," she said. "Ma took it off you – it's only fair I put it back on you."

Heart pounding, Chad bravely unbuckled his pants and pulled the front down, along with his underpants, letting his flaccid fully sated and slightly sore penis into her view, sagging with its orgasm swollen head against his tight sack. Zoey leaned down and picked up the tip of Chad's penis gently, raising it so she could see the underside. She spotted the small piercing and gently guided the ring through it, but didn't let go of his penis. She gave his soft organ a squeeze. "You're all played out now, I'm sure," she said. "But when you're not --- well – I'll be in touch." She looked thoughtful a minute. "You know, I bet there are people besides the back door boys who would love you—I really ought to consider an older woman/boy coming of age thing for our next round – you know, a kind of "'he teaches the sweet innocent' sort of story."

She gave his penis another, harder squeeze, and caressed it gently, playing with the ring with her index finger while she looked at his genitals like she was fascinated by them. "You've got the perfect fundament, you know," she suddenly said.

"Fundament?" Chad asked, his penis starting to rise again despite the soreness of the heavy workout it had sustained already.

"Your backside – every part of it's perfect. You've got no fat on your butt, it's nice and narrow and boyish. No veins, no pimples, no unsightly blotches to mar the view. Your little sack is just big enough to bulge nicely underneath, not little boy small, not pendulous. The line between your sack and your anus is even and just prominent enough to see, and your anus is small and tight and incredibly even – most boys have unsightly bumps or folds in the ring. The back door boys don't like that – it makes it look like you do butt stuff all the time if the ring has bulges or bumps or if it protrudes. It's the perfect little innocent hole in the perfect butt – you're a real find."

Chad tried to digest that while she continued fingering his penis ring and squeezing him at the same time. Then suddenly, she dropped his penis and gathered the last of the equipment. "Party's over," she said, heading out the door.

Chad, his emotions stirred up and his penis half hard, was left suddenly gaping at her retreating form. She gotten him all stirred up with her touch and her talk of his bodily perfection and his perfect butt, and then, just like that, she was off again. Did she really want him? She'd act like it, but then she'd just veer off. (Chad was a total newcomer to cock teasing of even the most basic sort, let alone Zoey's sophisticated brand of torture.) He stood there alone for several long moments holding his pants and underpants down in front. Lynch suddenly breezed in and stopped dead as he saw Chad. He shook his head.

"I don't' get it," he said. "When I looked like that she was all over me – we used to fuck and suck our way through whole weekends, even when we weren't filming. She couldn't get enough of me – called my thing her little soldier and claimed she liked to bring him to attention and make him salute and goofy stuff like that. That girl had a mouth like a Hoover! But I haven't had a flying fuck from here since I got hair. She just lost interest. I mean, I just don't get it – I don't think she'd even feel that little thing inside her." He turned and walked out, leaving Chad, belatedly, realizing he needed to pull up his pants. Blushing, he followed Lynch outside.

After that, Zoey piled the two boys back into the wagon and took off for town. The two boys were quietly contemplative as they rode along, Zoey talking constantly to fill in the silence, commenting on the quality of their acting, the beauty of Chad's and Gabriel's bare bodies, and the future success of the film and of other films she might make with them. At her door, she paid them out of a huge roll in her pants pocket, peeling off twenty after twenty and shoving them at the boys. "I know I promised you two hundred, Shep, but here's a hundred more – you earned it. And here's two-hundred for your little friend. If he catches on, I'll pay him more next time." Chad's mind reeled. Three hundred dollars? He'd never seen that much money in his life, and he could tell by Gabriel's awed expression that he was blown away by it, too. She shoved the money back in her pocket. "Now remember," she said. "If you want more money, mum's the word. No one can trace anything to me if you do blab, you'd just be out a chance to make more. And Joey wouldn't like it either if you tried to make trouble for me," she added, referring to her Neanderthal older brother who had become Chad's friend and protector since they'd both shared the experience of being paddled naked in class.

"Great," Zoey said. "Don't kill the goose that laid the golden egg and all that. Hang loose, Galahad" she said. She gave Gabriel's butt a firm pat. She followed with a more extended caress of Chad's butt, a caress that circled both cheeks and then crossed around the side to pass over his hopeful genitals.

"Don't forget my promise, Chet," she added in a sultry voice. "Bye, boys. I'll be in touch. Right now I've a lot of editing to do." She turned and entered the house without a backward glance.

Gabriel walked alongside Chad quietly as they made their way home in the gathering dusk, both boys feeling the weight of the wads of cash in their back pockets. "We gotta hide it, you know," Chad said. "The money, I mean. We need to put it where Tommy or Beth or Dakota can't find it, and only spend it on stuff they won't know about or won't question. You know, like if you get $20 for your birthday and a new game costs 50, you add the other 30 and say you got it on sale. Stuff like that."

"I'm not stupid," Gabriel said.

"No, but you're awfully close to Dakota – you might blab something to her," Chad suggested.

"We're not that close any more," Gabriel said. "Not since she got hair and started acting like a teenager. Besides she used to be all I had in the way of family. But now I've got you." He gave Chad a little poke with his fist and then lowered his eyes and continued plodding toward home.

"You think any kid ever had to live like that?," he finally asked Chad after they'd walked most of the way home. "You know, like slaves, with girls ordering them to do stuff, spanking them, making them piss and shit in the open, playing with their things? Did that ever happen to anyone?"

Chad thought a moment. "Yeah, probably," he finally said. "Not all of it to one kid, maybe, but I bet all of it has happened." He lapsed into silence again, thinking about S. F.'s story of the day before, about running the gauntlet in school, and he and Alan suffering through their night of torture together. Such stuff did happen, had happened to him, was probably happening in this town right now.

"There was this kid at one of the foster places, the last one I was at," Gabriel went on. "He told me once that there was this guy on the internet who had stories of his life on Youtube. You know, just little pieces here and there. He found it because he was searching for videos using dirty words. And he went searching for 'pee pee,' and one of this guy's stories popped up. And then he looked at the others after that. And this guy lived at some orphanage in the south that this bunch of women ran, and the women used to do all kinds of stuff to the kids – they had girls and boys both there. Like they used to take all the boys to this field every Friday and then ask if any boy was mad at any other boy for some reason, and then they'd put the two of them in a ring of other boys and make them fight until one of them was bleeding and on the ground. Then they'd send them back to the ring and ask who else was mad at someone. So if someone hated you, and was bigger than you, they could beat you up every week. And another time, the old bag who ran the place made him and a girl go to this empty room, and then they told them that they were animals who weren't good for anything but fucking, and they were going to teach them how to fuck. So they pulled her panties off so he could see her pussy and the place for his wiener between her legs, and then they took his pants off and tried to pull off his underpants so she'd see his wiener, too, but he held onto them so they couldn't pull them off. So they just picked him up and put him on top of her and started slamming his crotch into hers and yelling at them that that was how you fucked until they both started crying."

"You're kidding," Chad said.

"No," Gabriel said. "They didn't actually make them fuck, I guess," he added. "'Cause they didn't get his underpants down that time, so he couldn't have stuck it in, could he? But she was bare down there and they made them rub their crotches together, so he must have felt it through his underpants. I wonder what that would feel like, feeling a girl's pussy through your underpants? I wonder if he got hard, and if she felt it?"

Chad remembered the feeling of his bare, hard penis against Cassidy, the base nestled in the folds of her vulva, the tip between their stomachs. That had felt good – so good he wanted to repeat the process with Cynthia, the cute girl from his school who had become part of his posse. If he could convince her to let him. If he had the nerve. If he could figure out some way they'd be alone.

"They used to spank them a lot, too. That's what this guy who lived there said. Not with their hands, but with big boards that were made to be paddles for kids' asses. They'd have to go to this special basement room for punishment, a room that was made all with cement blocks, and this old bag who ran the place would be there with the board. Most of these kids were pretty scrawny, I guess, and she was big and strong for an old bag. She'd yank them over her knee and whale away on them with the paddle until their butts were blistered, then send them back to their rooms. The whole orphanage could hear them getting paddled and hear them screaming."

Chad could certainly relate to that. He knew quite a lot from personal experience about getting paddled by strong women with other kids as witnesses. "Did she take their pants and underpants off when she paddled them?" he asked.

"I guess not," Gabriel said. "Because the guy didn't say anything about getting undressed. And he talks about them pulling off his pants when he was with the girl, you know, when they were talking about fucking, like he wasn't used to having his pants taken off by the matron. That's what he called her, the matron. And there was this other story he told where the matron ordered him to come to an empty room and then asked him what the difference was between a boy and a girl. He was real little then, I think. And he said he didn't know. I don't know if he really didn't know, or if he just was too embarrassed to say, but he said he didn't know. And when he said he didn't know, she made him take his pants down, and she took his belt out of them and said she'd hit him with it if he didn't tell. Then she told him to take his underpants down. 'Show me that pee-pee, big boy,' that's what she said, I think. And he wouldn't, so she said if he didn't he was going to have to take his peter out in the dining hall that night in front of everyone. And that really scared him, so they must not have taken their pants down much. Then she pulled his underpants down and pulled his peter so hard that she practically yanked it out of him and asked him what it was. And when he said he didn't know, she said he'd have to take it out in front of the dining room and stand there for the next two days, and he'd better be in the dining room that night. So he ran off and hid somewhere for two days, but some other kid ratted on him and he got paddled, I think. But I guess he didn't have to show them all his peter, so maybe it worked out okay."

Gabriel stopped talking, rather breathless from telling his tale and walking rapidly at the same time. "So what do you think?" he asked. "You think it's true? About them letting kids beat each other up, and pulling their peters and making them pretend to fuck?"

"How would I know?" Chad asked. "I suppose it could happen. All kinds of stuff like that seems to happen in this town. My sister says it's because the sheriff and the judges and the lawyers are all women who don't trust men and boys and always side with women when stuff happens. So if a boy gets his butt beat or raped or something, they don't do anything about it, even if it's in public and everyone sees it. I suppose that could happen anywhere."

"Peachy," Gabriel said.

"Just be careful, that's all," Chad advised. "Especially at school Monday. I already told you that they spank boys right in front of everybody if they get into trouble at our school. Or paddle them. Bare naked! You have to show your dick and your butt and everything! And they do it until you're blistered, and then you have to sit in front of everyone at lunch bare naked and they can pull your dick and stuff."

"Even peachier," Gabriel commented.

"Just be careful," Chad said. "Just do what the teacher says, and obey all the rules. If you do, you may be okay. I didn't get spanked or paddled in school until just this year, so if you're real careful you'll probably be okay." He turned down their block. "Whatever you do, don't hurt any girls. Don't tease them, don't touch them, don't do anything. The teachers have a real bug up their butts about that. And don't hit anyone, especially not a girl. You can get away with hitting boys, especially in the boys' bathroom, but not girls."

They turned into their yard and approached the porch. Chad noted that a small figure was sitting on the step as they came up, hunched over, hugging itself. As they approached, the figure shot to its feet, allowing Chad to see that it was Tommy's until recently best friend Jesse. He looked determined as he walked to Chad.

"Where's Tommy?" he asked. "No one is answering the door."

"I don't know," Chad said. "We just got here. I don't think he wants to see you, anyway."

"I don't care, I'm going to see him anyway," Jesse said determinedly. "We have to have some things out."

"I can see if he's in our room," Chad said. "That's all I can do. I can't make him listen to you."

"I'll make him listen," Jesse said. "That is, if he's here."

Chad unlocked the front door and stepped in. "Tommy?" he called. "Beth?"

Gabriel spotted a note on the hall mirror and pointed to it.

"Hey, scrotes!" it read. "Dakota and I went to the mall to do girl stuff. Tommy is confined to you guys' room except to pee, and then one of you has to go with him. He's not allowed to touch his dick if he goes. We may be late. Heat up something from the freezer. Tommy gets the liver sausage Mom keeps in the fridge and the stale bread on the counter, and only warm water to drink. Make him eat an entire sandwich of it, stuff it up his butt if he doesn't."

"I'm not stuffing anything up his butt," Gabriel said.

"Me neither," Chad replied. He continued reading.

"Give Tommy a bath and spank him before bedtime," the note continued. "Just enough to make him good and red. Tell him you'll paddle him if he doesn't submit to the spanking. Oh, and make him jerk off before he gets spanked, so there's no risk he'll enjoy it. Or jerk him off yourself if that's what you perverts want to do. I know how you boys like each other's dicks. And make him suck your little dicks if you want – I know you pervs like that, we saw him doing Chad, remember? And don't even think of disobeying me -- if his butt isn't nice and red when I get home, you all three are getting spanked."

It was signed, "Your loving sister and cousin."

Jesse had been reading the note along with them. "God," he said. "You have to do all that stuff to him?"

"I don't know," Chad said. "I don't want him to suck me any more, not today, anyway." He gave Gabriel a meaningful look. "I don't know if I want to spank him, either. I mean, I'm not mad at him any more. I don't mind spanking other kids when I'm mad at them (he thought for a moment about his butt-blistering session with Zoey's cousin a few weeks back and how satisfied he'd felt about that on), but I'm not mad now. And it reminds me of how I feel when I'm spanked, and I don't like it."

"Well, I'm going to spank him," Gabriel said grimly. "I'm still mad at him. I can't shit without my butt hole hurting. I might stay mad forever."

"You spank him, then," Chad said.

"I will," Gabriel snapped back.

Chad grabbed his arm and stopped him. "You sure that's a good idea?" he asked. "What if he tries to hurt you?"

Jesse shook Chad's hand loose. "He won't hurt me. At least, not any more than he already has." He started up the steps, not looking back. Chad took a step or two up the stairs after him, only to feel Gabriel yank him backward by grabbing the waistband of his pants. Chad had to step back to the bottom of the stairs to keep his balance.

"Let him go," Gabriel said. "It's between them – it doesn't involve us. Jeffy knows what he's doing. What happens, happens."

"Jesse," Chad corrected. He looked longingly up the stairs where Jesse was disappearing around the corner into the hall.

"Are you sure we shouldn't do something?" he asked plaintively. "What if Tommy hurts him."

"I think Jesse can take care of himself," Gabriel said. "He's a lot like me."

"Then what should we do?" Chad asked.

Gabriel pointed to the living room. "We, cuz, should go play on your Playstation," he said decisively. "With the volume turned up. Then if anything happens, we can say we didn't hear it." He half dragged Chad into the adjoining room. As Gabriel was searching through game disks, Chad listened intently for any sound from the upstairs, but he couldn't hear anything beyond a murmur of boys' voices which was drowned out as Gabriel turned on the TV and the game theme song blared out. So what were they doing up there, and what would be the outcome? And would he be to blame?