Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 54
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 54: The Calm Before the Storm

Chad had seen a nature film once of a pack of otters gliding and splashing and wiggling past each other, crawling over and around their parents as they slid and cavorted in joy. And now he had some idea of how the parents had felt then, after having spent 10 minutes in the shower with the Morton twins. They didn't keep a respectable distance between each other or him, as boys normally did in the shower – they squirmed their soapy bodies this way and that, sliding past him and each other, wiggling and shaking and stomping and cavorting in a way that made the otters look placid. They made no effort to avoid touching his penis or his buttocks – they squeezed up against his front, pressing their backs against his genitals, moved around him changing places under the water, dragging their erect little penises across his thighs as they went, snuggled against him, insisted he lift them and hold them in his arms while soaping them, splashed water on each other, and begged him to soap their erect genitals more when he'd finished with his initial cursory scrub. One of them had taken Chad's hand and enclosed his hard little penis in it, insisting that this was "how Karen does it." When Chad had protested that this seemed like an awfully personal way for one boy to wash another, both boys insisted Karen always "made them tingly," and that this was part of the washing process. When Chad finally gave in and stroked each little penis with a soapy hand about 10 times, both boys protested he had stopped too quickly and begged for more. "You just want me to make you cum," Chad had said, releasing both penises and refusing to do any more. Both little boys looked at him sheepishly, and one commented, "Karen always says that, too."

Chad was relieved to be done with that task. Although he didn't find their little penises disgusting, he did find that rubbing them felt entirely too much like masturbating his own smallish penis but without the pleasurable feedback. And his own penis remained innocently soft throughout, reassuring him of the firmness of his sexual orientation.

Then they'd taken turns grabbing their ankles and thrusting immature little butts at him to be scrubbed, urging him to press harder on their cracks and butt holes with the soap "like Karen does it." Chad marveled again at the expanse of skin a boy has between his butt cheeks from butt hole to balls – all spread out like that, you realized there was a lot more going on between a boy's legs than it would seem would fit. He noticed for the first time that both boys' anuses dipped quite deeply between their buns, so that water puddled in each one when they were bent almost double with their anuses directly under the shower. He also noted that only the front of each boy's scrotum was tightly wrinkled – the sides where their sacks joined their bodies was covered with skin as smooth as that on their groins. He wondered why he hadn't noticed that on boys before.

Each boy remained bent double when Chad finished soaping him, and each one suggested he be washed a bit longer "just to be sure." Chad wasn't swayed, though – he made sure their anuses and the surrounding crack and scrotum were clean, and he left it at that, giving each boy a gentle little slap on the butt in turn and telling him to straighten up. Pushing them behind him in the tub, he rinsed himself off, then he got out and dried while the boys were rinsing. He slipped his undies on, decided that was enough clothing, retrieved towels for the boys, which he put on the closed toilet seat. Looking into the shower, he saw both little boys angled toward each other, letting the stimulating water spray on their still erect genitals and grinning at each other. Reaching in, Chad shut off the hot water first, grinning at the boys' outraged shrieks when their little privates were suddenly sprayed with water that was almost ice cold and at their falling over each other trying to get out from under the cold spray. Then he shut off the cold water, too, and enveloped each boy in a towel, lifting them out one at a time and swiping water off them with the ends of their towels. The boys shivered and stood patiently while he dried off their feet and legs with the ends of their long towels, then, when they made no effort to dry their privates, Chad went ahead and ran the towel over them, too, noting with admiration how hard each boy's penis was, and how each bounced back to their jaunty upward-pointing positions when released. He wondered what Gabriel and Tommy were doing now. They had passed Gabriel leading a sobbing Tommy by the penis as they'd headed toward the bathroom, the two little boys looking at Tommy wide eyed, Tommy not even noticing them. The crying coming from the open door of their bedroom had pretty much stopped by this point, though.

"Okay, back to the bedroom," Chad said. "You can wear the towel…" But the two little red-heads had dropped the towels on the floor and chased each other out of the room stark naked, their little white butts bobbing as they exited, penises waving in the air. Sighing, Chad hung the towels up and followed them back to the room. They might be well behaved in other ways, but these two were definitely unfamiliar with the idea of picking up clothing or towels.

The two little boys were on the sleeping bag on the floor when he entered with their pile of clothing, lying side by side with their legs spread apart and their little penises, no longer hard, pointing back at their faces above the wrinkled patch that serves as a scrotum on little boys with baby balls. They had their hands nonchalantly cradled their heads. They were looking across at Tommy, who was standing in the corner with damp, fiery cheeks and puffy eyes, his face flushed, his still teary eyes staring resolutely at the wall. His butt was bright pink over the residual welts and bruises, his blisters from the previous day still red and looking more irritated than they had prior to this latest spanking. Chad flopped down on his own bed next to Gabriel, who was already in it grinning with satisfaction at the humiliated Tommy. "Burned his butt good," he commented as Chad settled down. He had stripped off his clothes for sleep as usual, and so was lying there stark naked like the twins, his penis hard as well, but with the foreskin still extended over the tip so that it made a rude, puckered point that made his penis look longer. He, too, looked curiously at the twins' positions.

No harm in asking, thought Chad. "How come you guys are lying like that?" Chad asked.

"Got to let our weenies and balls dry," Todd said.

"Mom said we have to," Rod said. "So we don't get fungus."

"I think we're dry now," Todd said. "Time to do the other side." Both boys turned over and got on all fours, raising their butts into the air and then lowering their heads until their butts were bent and spread and the highest part of their bodies. In his mirror on the back of the door, Chad could clearly see their little anuses winking back at him from between spread legs, and their sagging little penises, visible only because of the lack of bulge of their tiny scrotums. Not only were the butt holes and scrotums of the boys both the same color, but the wrinkle patterns looked identical. Did identical twins have identical butt holes, down to the last bump and wrinkle? Did they have matching crinkles on their scrotums? Probably not, he decided. It was probably like the fingerprints of twins, which he'd read somewhere were highly similar, but not exactly the same. He tore his eyes away from the pink little eyes in the mirror and nodded his head at Tommy.

"How long does he have to stay in the corner?" he asked.

"'Til I decide," Gabriel said.

"Decide what?" Chad asked.

"Decide if I want him to do anything else or not. I don't want him to suck me – I'm all sucked out for today. Well, you'd understand that. You were there at the place, too. But I don't want him to get off too easy – I'm still mad." Gabriel added.

There was a clunk outside the closed bedroom door, and then it suddenly popped open, making Chad and Gabriel jump and the two boys on the floor scrambled backward, screaming in terror. Beth stood in the doorway, looking at the tableau in front of her, Dakota over her shoulder, and smirked her worst smirk. "Well, well, well! What have we here? A boy orgy? A little back side action? A bit of gumming near the tum-tum?"

The twins stopped screeching and moved back onto the sleeping bag, setting Indian style side by side and looking up at Beth reproachfully. "You scared us," one of them said.

Beth looked down at the two of them, both apparently completely unconcerned to be exhibiting their tiny, identical genitals to her and Dakota.

"They have to stay overnight," Chad said belatedly. "Their mom had to go out, and Karen's gone, too."

Beth's gaze swept the room taking in the naked Gabriel lying on Chad's bed, and Chad beside him in his underwear. She focused on Gabriel's soft penis for a moment, pointedly looked at Chad's crotch, where his underpants almost clung to his crotch like a girl's panties, with only the barest of bulges, then scanned the penises of the other two boys, soft, dangling little pink mushrooms over tight little ball sacks. Nope, she wasn't going to get anywhere implying any of them were having sex, might as well drop that one. She turned her attention to Tommy, standing stiffly in the corner, his puffy eyes, tear-streaked face, and still glowing red butt attesting to the fact that Gabriel had followed her directions at least partially. "Turn around, Tommy" she said sharply, hoping against hope that he'd have an erection and she could punish all three boys for failing to make him orgasm before his spanking. But as Tommy slowly, stiffly turned, his soft, head-swollen penis was clearly barely post-orgasmic and also appeared red from over stimulation. In frustration, she turned back to the little boys on the floor, and suddenly a big grin appeared on her face. "So," she said easily, almost conversationally. "What were you boys doing when I walked in the door with your little butts in the air?"

"Drying them," one twin said seriously. "So we don't get fungus. We always do that."

"Really?" Beth said. "Well, don't let me stop you. Get back into position." The two boys obediently got on all fours, lowered their heads, and thrust their butts into the air, their little butt holes winking shyly back at the girls as they complied, their little genitals dangling freely between their legs. Beth turned to Tommy. "Did you have a bath, too?" she asked.

Tommy nodded. "Well?" Beth said. She indicated the twins. "Best not take chances." Slowly, moving with obvious reluctance, Tommy got on all fours and lowered his head, wincing and letting out a little moan as the movement stretched sore butt out. His violated butt hole peered out, still swollen from Naomi's misuse of it, his protected inner butt crack still white in contrast with the red blotching of the more exposed part of his crack. His scrotum hung sagging downward in the heat, his balls looking huge by comparison to the tight little marbles of the two smaller boys, his bag looking pendulous by comparison as well. Beth smiled with satisfaction at the three rumps in front of her, then turned to Gabriel and nodded. "You, too," she said. "All you boys need to do it. Unless you want a spanking like the one you gave your cousin."

Gabriel shot off the bed, tripping and catching himself with both hands just before hitting his head on the floor. He scrambled into position on the other side of the twins from Tommy, thrusting his bare rump in the air, lowering his face so that his butt spread apart, also, his brown hole and brown scrotum simultaneously in view, the pointed tip of his penis peering out behind the tiny bulges of his sack. Beth now looked meaningfully at Chad. Chad slowly got up and walked to the last space open on the sleeping bag, next to Gabriel, and started to get down on his knees. "Uh-uh," Beth said, pointing at his underpants. "Take 'em off first, like the other boys. You're not special, and you don't have anything different than what they have."

"But.." Chad said, looking pointed at Dakota. "But she hasn't…"

"What? Hasn't seen your little button yet? Hasn't seen your pathetic bag and your ugly little butt? Then it's about time she did. None of you boys should have secrets from the girls in this house. I've already seen you, but it's time she saw you in all your pathetic glory as well – you're the only male in this household she hasn't seen up close and personal. Now if you don't have those undies off in about 2 seconds, I'll let her see your pathetic equipment from a spanker's eye view, if you get my drift!"

Chad gulped. He wasn't taking another spanking, no way! He'd been spanked by Beth, and seen Tommy spanked by Beth, and he wasn't doing it again if he could help it. Taking a deep breath, he yanked down his underpants, stepped out of them, and quickly settled into position by Gabriel, lowering his head as prescribed and spreading his legs. He could feel his butt opening up behind him. A glance up his slanted torso revealed this his balls were hanging almost as much as Tommy's, but his penis was in button form and probably couldn't even be seen by Dakota. He couldn't decide if that made it better or worse. On the one hand, he was totally humiliated to be butt naked and bent over in front of his new cousin, a position he'd avoided up to this point. On the other, if he had to be naked in front of her, he'd kind of liked to have been at his best when he appeared that way. He could feel Dakota's eyes on him, studying him, drinking in the details of all his private parts, and blushed all the way to his chest. Adding to his embarrassment, his scrotum suddenly relaxed even more, so that his left ball began sagging until it passed the right one and was hanging lower. He shifted, and his butt hole twitched, and he heard Dakota stifle a giggle. She was looking at him!

Indeed Dakota was. She'd glanced at Tommy and then moved on – she'd already seen all his boy parts and his anus, and she wasn't particularly impressed by them, especially his anus, which was bulgy and sore-looking. She'd given the twins a more thorough looking-over, amazed at how alike their little privates were, how similar the tight, wrinkle-surrounded little lines in the centers of their butts looked, to the point where they even appeared to have the same little sacks between their legs, the same little dicks hanging underneath. She'd paused at Gabriel's open butt just long enough to examine the scar marring his butt hole – it was looking better, she noticed – less sore and angry, more like it was well on to healing. After determining that, she passed right over Gabriel – she'd seen him from all angles, especially bare and being spanked over a knee, many times before, and he neither attracted nor repelled her – he was just Gabriel. The boy next to him, now…

Her gaze stopped at Chad, clung to him. Chad was new and different. He was an older boy, and she'd expected him to be bigger down there. Yes, Beth had disparaged his equipment, but she'd figured that was just a sisterly put-down, the kind she might give Gabriel. Yet it turned out Beth had not be exaggerating – Chad's sack was smaller than Tommy's, and his penis was not even currently visible. She'd only gotten a glimpse of it when he'd dropped his pants before settling down in this curious and humiliating position, but what she'd seen she hadn't even been sure was a penis at first, because it didn't project like Gabriel's or those on these other three boys. She had noticed that he was the only boy in the room with hair on his groin, but there couldn't have been many more than a dozen.

On the other hand, he had a fine butt, she had to admit. Not little-boyish, like Gabriel and the twins, muscular, lean, tight, and male. Nothing girlish about it, no fat, and no blemishes or pimples or marks. Just soft-looking, smooth, perfect skin. No hint of coloration between his buns like some of the older boys who'd mooned her had. Nothing to offend the eye at all. Even his anus was inoffensive – not swollen and disgusting like Tommy's, not a tiny little line like the twins', not shit brown like her brother's – just tight, even, clean, and pink like his bottom, only a bit redder in color, the line of it perfectly even, the center tight and not overlapping, the wrinkles leading into it small and even.

It struck her suddenly – Chad was very, very cute when viewed naked and from behind. Seriously, no doubt about it cute. Cute but not tiny sack bulging between his legs. Cute buns. Cute butt hole, even. For that matter, what she'd seen of his boy parts briefly from the front wasn't bad, either. His cute little wiener had been inoffensively tight to his body, not hanging rudely out in space or standing up threateningly. She didn't feel like looking away from his naked form when she looked at him, like she did looking at Tommy's violated anus and bruised and blistered bottom. She wasn't indifferent to it like she was to Gabriel's nudity and his familiar little-boy parts. She wanted to look at Chad's privates. They were cute from every angle. She could have stared at him naked all day. Her reverie was interrupted, though, by Beth's voice.

"Okay boys – let's see your other secrets. I want everybody to turn over and then bridge, right now!" Beth said loudly. "Get on your backs and get those crotches in the air! And keep them there until I say otherwise, or it'll be paddlings all round!"

"What?" Gabriel said from between his legs. The twins also looked confused.

"She wants us to get on our backs and then raise our middles," Chad said with a sigh. "Like this." He turned over reluctantly, hesitant to let Dakota see his meager privates, especially with his penis in its "elevator button" state. But he'd been paddled by Beth before, and although he hated being bare and exposed like this, he hated paddlings more. Getting his arms and legs under him, he raised his pelvis into the air.

"Higher," Beth snapped. "I want your baby dicklet to be the highest part of your body!"

Trembling from embarrassment, Chad pushed his crotch as high as it would go. Looking up across his chest, he could not see his shrunken penis barely bumping out of his pubic pad, but he knew that was its state by how it felt, and he blushed more deeply knowing that this little knob was now the highest portion of his body. On the far side of the sleeping bag, his brother Tommy raised himself up as well, his penis immediately flopping backward to point at his head. The contrast between the genitals of the two almost equally sized boys was astonishing to Beth. Tommy's balls were bigger and more pendulous, Tommy's penis was much longer, more than two inches of it pointing toward his face. Dakota stared from one set of genitals to the other. Tommy was bigger, sure. He was hairless due to being shaved, but his genitals were clearly the more mature even though he was the younger brother. She examined the tracery of veins that spidered his more full sack, and then followed the line down the middle of his scrotum up to the base of his penis, the latter looking like something that had been just stuck onto his body. A stiff-looking tube ran up the bottom of the boy's penis, slightly bluer in color under the translucent skin. On one side, a bulgy vein swelled outward, marring the perfection of his organ.

Switching to Tommy's brother, Dakota noted immediately that Chad, although more immature, had the more appealingly colored scrotum, and his sack had fewer unsightly veins visible under the skin. His balls were clearly bigger than those on the other three little boys, who were also now struggling to thrust their crotches to the sky. The sack was more pendulous than that on the little boys, too. She suddenly remembered a boyfriend of her mother's remarking, as he'd prepared Gabriel for a spanking on his bare bottom by pulling down the helpless boy's pants while her brother had stood, weeping, beside him, that his "balls hadn't dropped yet." Now she understood what he'd meant as she compared her brother's tight package and the even smaller, pinker packages of the twins to Chad's. No question something was happening to the two bigger boys that her brother and the two little squirts weren't experiencing yet. Although all little boys three had bulges that were evidence of their boyhood, the orbs within were barely visible, whereas those on Tommy and Chad hung down somewhat, and were clearly quite a bit bigger. Tommy was fertile, she'd seen him squirt. And Beth had commented that Chad was fertile, too, and that she'd been present when he'd squirted for the first time a few weeks ago. Their stuff was supposed to come from the balls in these sack, and she supposed that there was a relationship between the size of the balls and whether they made stuff.

Tommy's genitals were bigger – he was further into puberty even though he was younger. But Chad still had the edge despite being smaller, Dakota thought to herself as all five boys panted and trembled with the effort to remain bridged and their crotches swayed with the effort. His sack was so symmetrical, so perfect, so—so neat somehow. She looked higher, at his barely projecting penis. Was it always this small? No, it couldn't be – he wouldn't even be able to hold it to pee this way. And she'd heard Tommy saying something about Chad's dick "hanging down" when he was being spanked some time in the past. A glint of metal caught her eye at the tip of his organ.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing to what looked like a piece of jewelry hidden in the folds where his short penis joined his balls.

"That?" Beth said, reaching over and pulling on Chad's penis, making it stretch out an inch so Dakota could see the underside. "That's little brother's cock ring," she said, showing Dakota where the ring pierced the skin under his penis head. "He got it as a punishment. Mom wanted to make his little dicklet so sore that he wouldn't play with himself during his punishment week, so she ringed him right where boys are most sensitive. But the perv likes it, so he kept it afterward." Beth let go of Chad's penis, which had responded to the stimulation of her touch by increasing in size, so that it now stuck straight out for more than an inch. As Dakota watched in fascination, it continued to stretch, until it was pointing straight up like a flagpole topping the hill of its owner's body. She glanced at the other boys. Gabriel's pointed little tool was still soft and pointing at his face like an arrow, the tip like a furled flag making a rude pee hole. Tommy's red and sore organ was as soft as before, his head-swollen penis drooping disconsolately down his stomach. She examined the tools on the twins closely for the first time, both sporting soft little fingers only about half an inch long capped by cute little helmets. She looked back at Chad's contrasting organ.

"It looks different hard," Dakota said. It did. A lot different. Soft it had looked ludicrous, a useless bump of soft flesh. Hard, it looked more male, somehow. Stronger, more promising, more- more dangerous. It was pulsing with Chad's heartbeat, now, looking stiff and eager.

"Go ahead, touch it," Beth said. "You know you want to."

"That's okay," Dakota said. "I've touched Gabriel's before – I used to wash him. And I handled his brother's yesterday, remember. Besides, I can tell what it feels like by looking at it. "

Dakota shook her head no, but her hand, acting like it had a mind of its own, reached over anyway. Chad, with his back arched, couldn't see her hand nearing his penis, but he certainly felt it when it touched – a soft, feminine touch that brushed his organ and tentatively slid along its length until it reached the ring penetrating his frenulum. Gently, she explored the ring, flipping it gently up in her fingers, then down again while she looked at the piercing where it entered Chad's body. Then she circled his penile head and continued down the top side of his erect penis until she reached his body again. Becoming bolder, she circled it with her fit and gripped it tightly, then abruptly let go. Chad, who'd been experiencing strongly mixed feelings during this procedure, exhaled in frustration as she did, and his penis jumped like an eager puppy. His back ached and he was trembling with the effort to stay bridged and not incur Beth's wrath, but he would have stayed there all day if it meant Dakota would keep touching him.

But Dakota had moved on, now examining the twin penises of the two redheads as they poked their meager inch toward the ceiling. She wondered what they looked like hard. Beth, as if reading her mind, nodded at them. "Go ahead," she said. "You can touch them, too. We're babysitting them so they're under our care and have to do anything we say unless they want me to tell their mother they were badly behaved." The two little boys were red all over their white skin from the exertion of bridging, but they didn't object when Dakota took a penis in each hand and gently caressed each one. Instead, like Chad, they began hardening immediately until their two little miniature poles were also pointed at the ceiling like Chad's. Erect, they were redder in color than Chad's organ, thinner, and mildly curved, their tiny pee-slits like little mouths on their blind heads. Squeezing tightly, Dakota could feel the throb of their twin heartbeats racing just under the skin. Almost simultaneously, both penises jumped in her hands as both boys contracted pelvic muscles involuntarily, and Dakota released their organs. She stepped back.

"Thank you for rubbing my pee-pee," both boys chorused in breathless tones. "It was very enjoyable."

"Huh?" Dakota said.

"They do that," Beth said dismissively. "Their mother says they have to be polite."

"Oh," Dakota said.

""What about the other two?" Beth asked. "Want to make them hard so you can compare?"

"I'm not touching my brother there," Dakota said. "It's not right."

Dakota's eyes swept past the row of trembling, almost exhausted boys, almost amused at the three penises pointed hopefully skyward, landing on Tommy's exposed genital package, taking in the sore, red, abused penis and the sagging, vulnerable sack. This was the boy who'd ripped her brother's asshole open. "Yeah," she said. "I want to touch him." Tommy braced himself mentally for her touch, expecting her to try to stroke him to erection like she had the other three, and hoping that he'd be able to get it up once more today and not embarrass himself. Instead, Dakota's hand suddenly gripped his sagging balls like a band of iron, gripped and then squeezed as hard as her girlish muscles could squeeze. Tommy's wind went out of him and his legs shot out as he jackknifed and tried to curl up in a ball, his hands flying to protect his jewels, but Dakota was relentless, lifting so that his butt was held off the ground by his sack alone, grinding the two orbs violently together. Tommy, pawing at her hand with both of his, was lifted off the ground entirely for moment as Dakota held him suspended in the air by his half-grown balls alone. He sucked in a huge lungful of air and then erupted in a girlish scream of agony, flailing and pawing and trying to break her grip on his balls. Beside him the other four boys had dropped their butts back to the sleeping bag and were gaping at Tommy, hanging in space by his balls, the skin joining them to his body stretching thin and long so that it seemed the whole sack would separate from him. Then Dakota dropped him on his butt and stepped back. Tommy rolled into a tight armadillo-like ball clutching his balls and still shrieking in pain like a tortured animal.

"Okay, I'm done touching him," Dakota said loudly over his screams. She leaned over Tommy. "How do you like them apples?" she sneered. "Nobody hurts my brother." She turned, walking down the hall without a backward glance. Beth smirked evilly at the other boys, clearly enjoying her younger brother's torment.

"Quiet him down," she said, pointing at the squalling, rocking form of Tommy. His eyes were squeezed shut but tears were streaming down anyway, his nose was blowing snot, and he was shuddering and keening like a boy whose balls had been crushed with a hammer. "Quiet him down and get him in bed, then get in bed yourselves. I want the lights out in here and it absolutely quiet in 10 minutes, or everyone, and I mean everyone gets paddled on their bare butts and you can all cry together." She withdrew and shut the door behind her.

Chad waddled naked on his knees over to his brother. Sitting down, he pulled the squalling Tommy toward him and put both arms around his upper body, letting Tommy bury his face in Chad's bare chest. He didn't even notice that Tommy's stomach was pressing against his own erection, he was only worried about how hurt Tommy's scrotum might be. But he couldn't see -- Tommy continued gripping his balls as sobs wracked him. Gabriel came to Tommy's other side and began rubbing Tommy's back. "Come on, man," he said soothingly. "You got to quiet down. You heard her. If you don't quiet down we all get spanked!"

The twins, looking sympathetic, gathered on either side of Tommy's legs. "Should we rub his butt or his weenie or something?" one asked. "That always makes us feel better."

Chad looked at his brother's red, bruised bottom and irritated, slack penis. "I don't' think so," he said, loudly enough to be heard over Tommy's continuous crying. "I think he's too sore there." He continued to soothe Tommy, holding his head, patting his back, as Gabriel massaged him and urged him to control his crying.

It took almost the entire 10 minutes for Tommy to quiet his bawling to hiccups and little moans and then choke it off entirely. Chad sent the twin for Kleenexes and Tommy wiped his face and blew his nose repeatedly, swallowing hard and eventually regaining the power of speech. "Hurts," he managed to grunt, as he swiped at his nose ineffectually with the tissues while still cradling his balls with his right hand. "Thought she was gonna… gonna rip them… rip them off," he panted.

"Let me see," Chad said. He pried at Tommy's hand, holding his balls protectively. Tommy fought him. "Come on," Chad said again. "Let me see – I need to see if you're all right." Tommy still fought him. "Come on, Tommy! It's me, Chad. Your big brother! You got to let me see if you're really hurt!"

Slowly, Tommy relaxed his grip on his genitalia and let Chad move his hand. Chad looked at Tommy's genitals from above, leaning over him. "You're all red," he said. "Right were the skin joins your body. He eyed each testicle where it bulged in the thin, wrinkled skin. "I think you're swollen, too. They look a lot bigger than mine now."

Tommy snorted. "That's just 'cause mine are always bigger than yours," he said. "You're kinda dinky."

Chad froze. Then slowly deliberately, he disengaged his body from his brother's and got up, turning his back. "Come on, Gabriel," he said. "Let's get in bed." He glanced at the twins, looking about uncertainly. "You guys go to bed, too," he added. "Tommy doesn't need our help or our sympathy. He's Mister Big Balls – he can just take care of himself. My fault for trying to be a big brother. I should have known – I can never be Tommy's big brother – I'm Mister Hamster Dick, Mr. Baby Balls, Mr. Might-As-Well-Be-a-Girl."

"Your balls aren't so little," Gabriel said soothingly, following Chad. "They're bigger than mine."

"But not bigger than Tommy's. I know because he tells me every chance he gets," Chad said bitterly. "Every time I think I might actually come to like him, he proves me wrong."

Tommy felt suddenly cold and empty. "Aw, come on," he pleaded. "It was just a little joke."

Gabriel rounded on Tommy. "It's not a joke to us," he said. "Not to Chad and me. Not to these little guys, either, I'll bet. We're all boys, just like you! We're proud of our peters, too! May we're not so big, yet, but we will be, some day! We're sick of hearing about how you're the original Mr. Big Dick, and we're all little boys with Vienna Sausages between our legs. You're Mr. Pubic Hair, Mr. I Can Squirt, Mr. Elephant Balls. We're sick of hearing that we're little baby boys, with sacks that are just patches of wrinkled skin, and button peters." He laughed, but the laugh was hollow. "I'll be bigger than you some day. My peter will be bigger than yours, and my balls will be, too. And I'll be able to squirt stuff, squirt more and farther than you can. And I'll fuck lots more girls than you ever do, and they'll love it! And then maybe someday, when I'm bigger and stronger than you, I'll look you up, and come stuff my peter down your throat." He climbed into bed beside Chad, who was pointedly not looking at Tommy, but instead fluffing his pillow. "Shut off the lights and get into bed, dork," he said to Tommy. He pointedly turned his back to Tommy and snuggled down next to Chad, who already had turned his back, throwing an arm around Chad and hugging him close. "Don't pay any attention to him," he said quietly to Chad. "His peter's bigger than his brain, that's all.".

The two little red-headed boys settled down on their backs on the sleeping bag, but didn't pull up the other bag as a cover yet. "Hey, you're on the wrong side. I'm left hand tonight, remember? You got to do me with your right hand," the one on the left said. The two boys swiftly scrambled positions and laid back down beside each other, each immediately crossing the other's arm to grip the other's still hard penis. They seemed content to leave it at that, neither moving his hand, just holding the other's penis in his fist. Tommy, still unable to think of anything to say and supremely sorry for that, numbly got up and shut off the light, climbing into his bed with a heavy heart.

"I didn't mean.." he said to the darkness.

"Shut up," Chad said. "I don't want to hear it, and neither does Gabriel."

Tommy tried again. "Look, I'm sorry…"

"I said, shut up," Chad said quietly but forcefully. "We already know what you really think, so it doesn't matter what you say. Now shut up or you'll get us all spanked!"

Gabriel leaned his mouth against Chad's ear. "I wanna do that," he whispered quietly enough that the sound barely reached Chad's ear. "The left hand, right hand thing. Please?"

Chad froze for a moment. Then he turned his head so his lips were next to Gabriel's ear. "I'm kinda all milked out," he said. "I can't do anything more."

Gabriel reached down and took Chad's hand firmly an moved it to his own cock. "I don't mean rub it," he said. "I just want you to hold it. And I'll hold yours. Like brothers, not like gay guys. I won't get excited, I swear. And I won't move. But I feel safer when you touch me, and I want you to feel safe, too."

He stretched on his back right next to Chad and turned toward him, nudging Chad to face him from the other direction. Chad let his hand be placed around Gabriel's half-erect penis, and then felt Gabriel feel carefully around his own groin until he found Chad's erection and circled it firmly. It did feel rather secure and comforting. He let himself grip Gabriel's erection. With his free hand he pulled up the sheet over them just in case Beth made a sudden entrance. Gabriel was a cool kid, he decided. He felt like a big brother around Gabriel, in a way he'd never felt around his real little brother. He wished Tommy was more like Gabriel. He could hear the two boys on the floor making rustling noises and gasping, clearly having moved on to doing more than just holding each other. He hoped Gabriel wouldn't follow their lead The idea didn't appeal to him, possibly because he just wasn't turned on by boys, possibly because his penis had been so overworked in the last day. He snuggled closer to Gabriel and let his mind drift off.

In his own bed, alone, Tommy fought his emotions, until he finally couldn't take it any more and he let himself begin crying softly, turning onto his stomach and burying his face in his pillow as he did. Why did he keep doing it? Why did he keep picking at Chad in the one area he knew Chad was most vulnerable? He didn't hate Chad, did he? He certainly wasn't jealous of Chad, was he? Chad didn't have anything he didn't have more of. Tommy himself had always had the best side of everything. Inexplicably, he was his mom's favorite, and he had a best friend just like Chad, and he was the more physically mature, and possibly better looking brother. So why was he so resentful of Chad? Why had he enjoyed spanking Chad during his brother's own punishment? What about Chad intimidated him? Chad obviously didn't feel the same way now about Tommy now that it was Tommy who was in jeopardy – he hadn't pressed his advantage at all, had been more than fair in his punishments of Tommy. Why had he wanted to dig at Chad just now, remind him that his dick shrank to nothing when he was soft, and that his balls were smaller than those of Tommy, his own little brother?

And now Chad was mad again, had turned his back and climbed into bed with Gabriel, the two of them snuggled up like … snuggled up like…

Snuggled up like he and Jesse had been just a little bit ago. Not when they were having sex. Afterward, when they felt mellow, close, and satisfied. Understanding each other, supporting each other, sharing a closeness that Tommy and Chad had never shared. Tommy could suddenly put a name to the feelings he'd had, the feelings that had made him want to dig at Chad one more time. Jealousy. Sheer, ordinary jealousy. He was jealous of Chad and Gabriel, jealous of how well the two of them had hit it in the last few days. He, Tommy, was the good brother, the one everyone was supposed to like better. But Gabriel had played Playstation with Chad and told him stuff – secret stuff that Tommy still didn't know. And when he'd accidentally impaled Gabriel in his rage at Jesse, it was Chad Gabriel had turned to, now trusted, now considered, in Gabriel's own words, "10 times better than Tommy."

It wasn't fair. Chad was his brother, not Gabriel's. Chad should be comforting him, caring about him. He'd seen his brother's tender attention to Gabriel's injured anus. Would Chad rub lotion on his butt that way if he needed it? Would Chad invite him to go babysitting with him and share whatever secret adventure the two of them had obviously shared? Had Chad ever cared about Tommy the way he now appeared to care about Gabriel?

Down the hall he heard Beth bidding Dakota good night, saw the cracks around the door go dark as the hall light shut off. So Beth wasn't going to check on them. The house was silent – the mouse like rustlings of the little boys had peaked and ended quickly as both boys had grunted almost simultaneously and then rolled on their sides and cuddled together like puppies, their pants becoming heavy breathing in minutes. He and Chad would never be that close, would never in a million years have been close enough to masturbate each other to sleep even when they'd been innocent little kids like that. He and Chad would never be as close as Chad was now with Gabriel. Despair overwhelmed Tommy and he felt supremely sorry for himself, and he wept more powerfully into his now soaked pillow, stifling his crying so as not to awaken the other boys.

After letting the despair take him for awhile, Tommy's thoughts shifted. But why wouldn't Chad hate him? Look how he'd always treated Chad. He'd always just accepted that he was Mom's favorite, rubbing Chad's face in it all the time. It felt good getting the best presents, the fondest glances, the more solicitous care. And when he'd entered puberty before his brother, it had felt really good having the biggest penis, having pubic hair when his older brother was as bald-groined as a baby, and having a bigger, more manly sack. And when he'd been able to shoot his stuff when Chad still couldn't, well, that had been too good not to point out as frequently to his brother as possible.

And he had. He'd had Chad suck him literally day and night, while he was being punished and Tommy had the upper hand, and he'd reveled in the fact that he could squirt his stuff down Chad's throat and make him swallow it, and make him acknowledge who was really the bigger brother. He'd reveled in his power as he'd taken Chad over his lap and spanked his brother's bare butt hard over and over again, taking care to redden not just the sit-spots but his crack and even the area around his brother's anus. He'd felt so superior watching Chad get on all fours and poop in the patio drain right in front of all the neighbor kids, superior because he could watch his brother be totally humiliated and he was untouchable. No one was going to see him in that position – that was only for dumb kids like his brother. He was top dog. He didn't even need Chad.

Tommy shuddered and released another flood of tears. But he wasn't top dog, was he? Because Chad had come through it all that much stronger, and even more independent, and even less close to Tommy. Tommy was the favorite, but Chad didn't really mind, because he didn't need favor, and he didn't need Tommy. Sure, everyone had seen every part of Chad's anatomy, but he'd learned to live with that and even work it to his advantage with that girl in his class he seemed to want him, and even with that girl who'd supposedly sucked his dick at the theater. Big, scary Joey Turpin blames Chad for getting him paddled, smacks him in the balls, and then becomes Chad's new friend and protector. Chad sucks the little dick of every 4th grade boy, and the 4th graders end up ashamed, and Chad shrugs it off. Chad poops, actually poops on all fours in public, and all that happens is that people go around saying he has a cute asshole! (Tommy had actually heard his sister's friend Karen say that to his sister the following day) A cute asshole! Nobody has a cute asshole, yet that's how Chad came through his ordeal. Everyone sees his dinky dick, and instead of making fun of it, girls suck him off! Everyone sees him get paddled, and he becomes everyone's best friend, and kids sympathize with him and offer to rub his butt! In the ultimate humiliation, he gets a ring put through the most sensitive part of his dick, and the dork actually likes it and wants to keep it, and the girls go ga-ga over it just like Dakota had earlier!

It wasn't fair! Chad didn't need Tommy, didn't care if Tommy was his brother or not. Yet there he was, in the midst of being punished a few weeks ago, in jail in their house, for Christ's sake, tired and butt sore from spanking and fresh off from the humiliation of being force to suck a bunch of boys' dicks, even the ones of the little guys on the floor, and he finds the time and energy and compassion to comfort Jesse, help Jesse talk things out, help Jesse talk about Tommy, about him! Giving Jesse advice on how to make Tommy like him better! And Jesse, his Jesse, his friend, makes Chad the first boy he sucks, when it should have been Tommy…..

It should have been Tommy. That was what he was really mad about, wasn't it. It should have been him who Jesse sucked first. Instead, he sucks Chad, not just once, but several time! He goes to that kid Alan's house and sucks him, too! Jealously overwhelmed him, made him furious and sad and angry all at once. Jesse was his friend! His! He should have been Jesse's first…Jesse's first everything. Him. Not his stupid brother. His brother didn't even want Jesse. His brother was straight! He was the gay one – Jesse should have been his! He almost screamed in rage as he sobbed, heartbroken, into his muffling pillow.

These thoughts swirled through his head as he cried for awhile longer, until the tears came more and more slowly, and his jealousy and anger washed away with them. In time, he found himself feeling a sort of complacent calm, almost relaxed. Jesse should have come to him about his feelings to start with. Why hadn't he?

Because of what you did, Tommy reproached himself, his mind suddenly clear and sharp for the first time all night. Because he'd have exploded, he'd have hurt Jesse, he'd have acted like an ass. Like he had. Of course Jesse went to Chad. Chad was nice. Jesse had said that, and Gabriel had said that, and, come to think of it, other people said that, too. Yes, Chad had had a furious temper when aroused, a temper that had led to his need for "anger management." But when his temper wasn't aroused, Chad was nice, and Jesse knew it. And he, Tommy…

He was selfish. He was selfish and self-centered, and heartless. Everything for Tommy, that was his motto, wasn't it? How must Chad had felt that horrible punishment week, when his little brother was making him masturbate openly and flicking his balls and putting things in his butt and spanking and paddling him repeatedly? How must he have felt on his knees sucking his little brother's dick, knowing that spurt of stuff was coming at the end? Well, he knew now, didn't he? There was nothing more humbling to one male than servicing another involuntarily. No wonder Chad wasn't close to him.

And yet, Chad did still care about him, didn't he? Wasn't it Chad who was risking Beth's wrath to comfort him just now? Chad who'd been concerned that Tommy's balls were seriously hurt? Chad who'd seemed so disappointed when Tommy had made that stupid remark.

That stupid remark. Because he wanted to be top dog, be bigger and stronger and better than Chad. No wonder Chad didn't want to be close to him – he wanted to humble Chad, did so every chance he got. He needed to be humble himself. Humble and thinking about other people. He looked across the room to the bed opposite him. Gabriel had rolled away from Chad in his sleep, and was outside the covers on his stomach, his dark little butt jutting up in the faint light from the streetlamp outside. Chad was on his back under the covers, also inert. Tommy got up and walked carefully around the intertwined, naked little boys on the floor, almost giggling at one point as he spied a little penis sticking out right next to the other's open, snoring mouth in the dim light. What if he moved the one twin just a bit…

This wasn't the time for stuff like that. He moved on, approached Chad's bed from the far side, where Chad was, and carefully pulled back the cover. Chad stirred in his sleep but didn't quite waken, but Tommy could see his brother had a raging erection in the dim light, an erection that made his smaller dick look credibly long and masculine even so. The cock ring glinted dimly in the faint light, the mushroom head swelling over it.

Here goes, Tommy thought to himself, climbing onto the lower part of the bed between his brother's legs. He lowered his face to the upthrust genital member, gripped it in his fist, and began licking the tip.

Chad awakened muzzily to a distinctly odd sensation. He'd been dreaming he needed to pee, and was looking for a place to go. He'd finally found a tree to slip behind with a bush beside it, and taken his penis out, and then somehow the bush had suddenly sucked his penis in and was tickling it wetly with its leaves. He tried to pull away, but it had him firmly by the shaft of his penis, and was tickling the head in the most erotic fashion…

And he was awake with a jerk, and somebody had his penis in a firm grip and was licking it. His first thought was Jesse, but Jesse had gone home earlier. He raised his head abruptly, seeing a hunched figure between his legs. Who… Tommy! His brother Tommy was sucking him!

"Hey!" he hissed. "Whadduya think you're doing!"

Tommy raised his head but kept a firm grip on his brother's erection. "Sucking your dick," he said. He lowered his head again and began licking around the cock ring.

"But… but you don't have to do that," Chad said. "I said we were even."

"But.. but I'm not…" Chad hissed.

"I know," Tommy said. "You're not gay. This isn't about sex – it's about respect. I owe it to you. Just sit back and enjoy it." He lowered his head again, slipped his hand down until it was circling the base of his brother's tool, and engulfed Chad's penis in the warm wetness of his mouth, carefully keeping his teeth out of the way. Chad, surrendering to the feelings inside him, collapsed back on the pillow and let his body respond as Tommy quickly brought his tired and spent penis to still another climax that day and without complaint swallowed his trickle of fluid. Rising, Tommy retrieved tissues and wiped his brother off, waving Chad's hands away when he tried to take the tissues and do it himself. He sat down by the head of Chad's bed on the floor, so their faces were close to each other. Chad was staring at the ceiling, unable to make sense out of any of this.

"What'd you do that for?" he finally asked. "I didn't tell you to suck me."

"I told you," Tommy said. "I've been really, really mean to you for a long time. I want you to know I'm really sorry, and this seemed the best way. And I'll keep doing it until we're even and you know I'm sorry. Anytime you want me to suck you this week, you just tell me and I will. And if you don't, I'll suck you anyway, so you might as well ask for it. Or if you need to beat my butt, I'll get into whatever position you want – I'll take off everything when you do it if you want, too. You can use a paddle if you want – I used paddles on you. If you want to blister me, I won't fight back."

"What if I want you to kiss my poo-- I mean my butt hole?" Chad said, sitting up and looking Tommy in the eye.

"I'll do it right now," Tommy said. "You're clean – you just had a shower. Turn over."

"I don't want you to kiss my butt hole," Chad said disgustedly. "I was just asking, 'what if?' What if I want you to suck me in front of someone else, like these two little kids, or Karen? Or what if I want you to suck Jimmy instead of me?"

Tommy's hesitation showed his distaste for this idea, but he swallowed hard and looked resolute. "If that's what you want," he said. "But don't make me do it where anyone else can see, okay? Please?" He looked at Chad pleadingly. It was hard to read Chad's expression in the dimness of the room. "Please?" Tommy said again. "I know I did stuff like that, but I didn't make you do it in front of other people. That was Mom, not me. And Beth." Chad still didn't move. Tommy wet his lips. "You—you wouldn't do that, would you? Spank me in public, or make be suck one of your friends in public? Would you? If you want me to suck Jimmy, okay, but just you two around when I do it, okay?"

Chad was tempted to say something like "wait and see," but he just couldn't make himself do it. "Forget it," he said, and collapsed onto his back onto the bed, looking at the ceiling. "I was just what-iffing again. I wouldn't do that to you. You're my brother."

Tommy almost began weeping with relief. "Then what do you want?" he asked earnestly after he'd caught his breath. "Look, I'll suck you every morning and night this week. I'll let you paddle me and I won't move or complain even when it hurts a lot! I'll let you pull my dick, and flick my balls, and even squeeze 'em. I'll let you stick stuff up my butt if you want, even hot sauce! Even your dick if you want! Just say you'll forgive me!"

"But I don't want any of that stuff," Chad said to the ceiling. He turned his head and drilled Tommy with his eyes. "I don't want to punish you at all any more, and I'm telling Beth that tomorrow. I just want this Tommy, the one who cares if I like him, the one who's really my brother, to be the Tommy I see from now on."

"You don't want to hurt me any more?" Tommy said in surprise.

Chad gave him a sardonic smile. "No," he said. "I'm sick of Beth turning us against each other, and I'm telling her that tomorrow. I won't spank you even if she threatens to paddle me."

Tommy felt great warmth toward his brother, but his mind objected. "That won't work," he said seriously. "Don't do it, Chad. If you tell her you won't spank me, she'll just paddle you until you give up and do it, and then we'll both have sore butts. I don't want you risking that for me."

Chad considered a minute, looking at Tommy hard. "I like this new Tommy," he finally said. "okay. But I'll try to go easy on you whenever I can get away with it. And you really don't have to suck me or all that other stuff." He rolled over elaborately, pulling the covers over his nudity, and turned his back to Tommy. "That's all I want, just my brother. Now go back to your own bed – mine's too crowded," he said over his shoulder. "Go back to sleep, little brother."

Suddenly feeling better than he'd felt in days, Tommy did just that, stepping around the bed and over the entwined twins on the floor, almost giggling again at the hard dick just an inch from the open mouth, and sliding into his own bed. Should he push them together? No. They were brothers, too. They cared about each other. One had to have been born before the other, so one was the little brother, just like him. Little brother, Chad had called him. Not in derogatory way, not in a mocking way. In a friendly way, a protective, big brother way. He couldn't remember when Chad had ever done that before. He was Chad's little brother, and he liked that. He settled on his side in his bed, and despite the soreness of his penis, the throbbing residual pain from having Dakota squeeze his balls, and the ache of his well-spanked butt, he was soon asleep.