Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 5

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 5
by Chadlad

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 5: Can't Tell the Players Without a Scorecard

Chad had been asleep for a short period of time when he suddenly found himself awake again. The afternoon and evening had been relatively normal other than the absence of his mother. The six of them had eaten the casserole his mother had left in the oven and the boys had shot some hoops, watched TV, and eventually gone off to bed, Dakota and Gabriel heading to their cots in the study, Tommy, Jesse, and Chad heading to their own bedroom where Jesse settled down to share Tommy's bed, and Chad had stripped to his underpants and slipped into his own. The other two boys were still talking when Chad had drifted off to sleep. But now it was dark in the room and he was awake, and he could hear his brother and Jesse whispering in the bed next to him.

"I'm so tired," Tommy was complaining as Chad tried to guess what time it was. "Why can't I sleep? It's too hot in here – I'm all sweaty."

"If you're too hot, take off your pajamas," Jesse suggested. "It's dark, and we're all boys here, anyway." When Tommy hesitated, he added, "Here, I'll take mine off, too. Then we'll be even."

Chad could see Jesse jump off the bed in the dim light, shuck out of his pajama bottoms, and hop back into bed, his bare rump catching the reflection of the streetlamp through the window as he did. There was a pause while Tommy apparently considered, then he lifted his hips off the bed, slipped his own pajama bottoms down, and kicked them off. He lay back down on the bed, and Jesse settled in beside him.

Chad shut his eyes again. It was hot in their bedroom – his mom had turned on the furnace when she'd left, but the heat was really too high. He briefly considered removing his own underpants but decided he was too sleepy and it was too much trouble. He was starting to drift off when Tommy flopped noisily onto his stomach and began punching his pillow. "Dang, I still can't sleep," he whispered loudly to Jesse. Chad let his eyes open to slits again.

"Here, I'll rub your back," Jesse whispered back. "That's what my mom does when I can't sleep." Chad watched Jesse sit up in bed beside Tommy and, leaning from one side over Tommy's prone form, begin touching him on the shoulders, putting his weight into his hands as he kneaded Tommy's bony shoulders. As Chad watched, Jesse shifted to the upper part of Tommy's back, working in circles there and bringing audible sighs from Tommy.

"How's that?" Jesse whispered.

"'S okay," Tommy said softly. There was silence for awhile as Jesse kept rubbing Tommy's back. Chad had started to close his eyes again when movement caught his attention. Jesse had shifted positions, lifting one leg and settling so that he was now seated astride Tommy's legs, right up against the curve of his bottom.

"What cha doin'?" Tommy said sleepily into his pillow. "You got your butt on me."

"Just trying to reach you better," Jesse whispered. There was an odd, huskier note to Jesse's voice, Chad noted. He watched Jesse more intently. In the dim light, it looked like Jesse's little penis was right up against his brother's butt, almost touching it. Chad narrowed his eyes, trying to see in the extremely dim light. Was that shadow Jesse's wiener curved up tight against his belly?

Jesse concentrated as his hands worked on Tommy's lower back, working in circles and bringing sighs of pleasure from Tommy. "Feels good, doesn't it," he commented, kneading the firm muscles of his friend's lower back. He gently eased down into the lower curve of the larger boy's back, just above the swelling buttocks. Slowly, his heart pounding with excitement, he shifted his hands farther down, until he was massaging the softer, rising curves at the base of Tommy's back, his hands straying now and then onto the velvet-skinned muscles below. "Lotta tension here," Jesse whispered, shifting his hands so that they were now mostly on the upper part of Tommy's butt. Jesse continued kneading and rubbing the soft skin, marveling how firm the muscles were underneath. His little penis, hard from the beginning of this exercise, was now prodding against his stomach, the tip throbbing. He'd never been so excited in his life! His hands were completely on Tommy's butt now, his thumbs working along the top of his friend's butt crack, his fingers firmly manipulating the taut muscles of his boyish butt. And Tommy wasn't protesting – he was completely relaxed sighing with pleasure!

Almost holding his breath with his daring, Jesse shifted his hand position downward a bit, so that he was now massaging the centers of Tommy's jutting buttocks, pressing and working the firm muscles underneath. He could feel each buttock in his hands like they were the only things in the universe. His thumbs, still near Tommy's butt crack, shifted inward slightly, allowing him to cup each buttock as he rubbed it, to get whole handfuls of his friend's bottom and feel the soft skin and the firm muscles underneath. As his thumbs moved down, he could feel the greater give in the boy's butt muscle that surrounded his anus, where there was no bone anchoring it. Continuing his probing, he shifted his hands so the thumbs were lower, pressing under the curve of Tommy's butt, working on the area curving in between Tommy's legs.

Watching through slitted eyes, Chad held his breath. The little guy was going for it! He was actually probing between Tommy's legs. And Tommy hadn't done anything, yet, but heave sighs of what sounded like pleasure.

Tommy, meanwhile, was floating in that half-asleep, very, very mellow mode that he got into at times when he was feeling good and not paying much attention to the world. His body felt good, and the hands on him felt good. His thinking didn't extend much past the fact that he felt good. Someone was rubbing his back – was it his mother? It didn't seem to matter right now. She was on his lower back, and his upper butt, and he could feel the tension slip out of him. Trapped under his body, his penis twitched and started to harden, but that was okay – it felt good, too. Digging into the soft mattress, his turgid organ got that achy, tense feeling going that he sometimes liked when he was drowsing like this in bed. He shifted his bottom, making it dig into the mattress more. That felt even better. The hands on his lower butt felt good. Something was nagging at his consciousness – something about the hands. The fingertips were digging in on his lower butt now, the thumbs pressing up between his legs, probing the area above his balls. Nice, smooth, rounded fingertips. They brushed the back of his scrotum, sending powerful tingles through his penis. Not his mother's hands – her long fingernails wouldn't feel that good stroking the underside of his balls. Whose hands? He couldn't remember – did it matter? He arched up his pelvis a bit, to allow the fingers to slip down, finding and stroking the length of his penis from between his legs, making him shudder with pleasure. Maybe he should turn over, so it would feel better.

Consciousness surged back in a flash. This wasn't a fantasy, and it certainly wasn't Mom, who would never have been stroking his privates! His pleasant, sleepy mood dissolved in a flood of adrenaline. Tommy twisted in bed powerfully, sitting up abruptly and knocking a small figure to one side, making it flail to stay on the bed. "Jesse!" Tommy hissed in outrage. "What the hell are you doing?"

Surprised by the sudden change, Jesse struggled to get back upright in the bed. "I, I was giving you a backrub," he whispered in reply. What had gotten into Tommy all of the sudden?

Tommy stared at Jesse, feelings churning. In the semi- darkness from the reflected light of the streetlamp, he noticed what the surreptitiously watching Chad had noticed – Jesse's penis was curved tight against his belly, and was throbbing with excitement. "You were touching my dick!" he said accusingly.

"I, I was just rubbing your back, like you wanted me to," Jesse said hesitatingly. "You liked it. I was just trying to make you feel good."

"That wasn't my back!" Tommy said loudly. "You were touching my dick! What the hell were you doing that for?"

"I, I, I thought you wanted me to," Jesse said, almost in tears. "I don't mind, really. You couldn't sleep, and I just wanted you to feel good. Didn't it feel good?" Tommy jumped out of the bed, stalking back and forth on the far side from Chad. His penis was still sticking straight out, attesting to how good Jesse had made him feel. Jesse looked at him pleadingly.

"Why are you mad?" Jesse said after a few moments. "Come on, just lie down again. I can make it feel better. I can even do what Chad did for you! I can do it better than Chad! I'll show you!" He looked at Tommy pleadingly. "Come on, lie down again. Lie down, and you can do anything you want to me! You can even stick it up my butt if you want!" he added earnestly.

For a moment, Tommy pictured himself on top of Jesse, his friend holding his legs up while he lined his own penis up with the boy's tightly wrinkled orifice and then plunged into his enclosing warmth, the warmth he'd felt when probing Chad's rectum with his fingers. He pictured hugging Jesse's small body close to his as he rammed his penis in repeatedly, perhaps clutching the soft, yielding skin of his friends little butt as he did. His penis began throbbing with his heartbeat and climbed higher. Revulsion at his thoughts and his body's reaction overcame him. "That's sick!" Tommy said accusingly. "How long have you been having these sick thoughts? That's why you wanted Chad to suck you all the time! You're disgusting!"

"You made him suck you, too," Jesse retorted. "You made him suck you even when I wasn't around. If I'm disgusting, you are, too!" Tommy stared at him incredulously. "Look," Jesse said. "It's okay. We'd just be making each other feel good. Lots of boys do it. And it doesn't mean you're gay – you can make other boys feel good and have them make you feel good and still like girls."

Tommy's anger swelled. "I'm not gay! And I don't like doing sex stuff with guys," he said automatically. In answer, Jesse looked pointedly at Tommy's midsection, making Tommy look at himself. His penis was pointed at an upward angle, bobbing with his heartbeat, the glans swollen with excitement. How could it be hard like that! He was a boy – he didn't want sex with other boys. He glared at Jesse, his anger rising. "I don't like it, I tell you! And I don't want it! You've just got my dick all confused with your fooling around." He turned his back on Jesse. Jesse sat on the bed a minute, as Tommy's shoulders began shaking and he wiped at his face. He put a tentative hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Get away from me!" Tommy burst out, brushing his hand aside. Stumbling, Tommy rushed out the door butt naked, closing it behind him.

In the stunned silence that followed, Chad held still and kept his eyes slitted, pretending he was still asleep. Jesse sniffed loudly several times, then whispered, loudly, "Chad? Chad?" When Chad didn't respond, he went on whispering. "I guess you're asleep. But if you're not, I'm gonna go downstairs and call my mom to come get me. I don't wanna be here when Tommy gets back. If you are awake, tell him I'm sorry. I'm just – I'm sorry." Chad could see that the boy's penis had shriveled to a small worm as he slipped into his pajamas again – he must be really upset, Chad thought. He thought about saying something to comfort Jesse, who, despite his zeal in punishing Chad a few weeks before, he really liked. Before he could decide what to do, Jesse had fished about on the floor from his overnight bag and grabbed it, padding out the door.

Chad lay still, trying to absorb what had just happened. It suddenly struck him that this was his doing – he'd been the one to suggest to Jesse ways to approach to Tommy when the younger boy had confessed that he found Tommy sexually attractive. Man, now look what happened! He wondered if Tommy would ever speak to Jesse again, and how Jesse would take it if he didn't.

Down the hall, with the bathroom door locked, Tommy was seething with emotion. He was standing in front of the toilet, ostensibly to pee, but instead he was staring at his rock hard, throbbing penis, which was begging him to touch it. He'd never been so sexually excited in his life! He wanted to take his cock in his hand and stroke himself to climax, and think about –

What was it he wanted to think about? Jesse's face came into his mind, and Jesse's body, and Jesse's little butt bobbing as he walked away, and Jesse's hard little penis snugged up tight against his stomach. No! He didn't want Jesse's body! His penis, playing Benedict Arnold, throbbed in silent disagreement.

Got to think of something else – girls – he wanted girls! He wanted naked tits, and bare pussies with their snug openings for his penis, that's what he wanted. He waited for his penis to respond differently, but it remained the same, throbbing with desire against his body. Looking at it, he flashed back to the image of his brother Chad's head at his crotch, enveloping his entire penis in his mouth and sucking like a Hoover, earnestly trying to avoid getting his little butt spanked by Tommy himself. Chad's head morphed into Jesse's, his small mouth sucking earnestly on Tommy's tool while he looked adoringly up at Tommy.

His penis jumped against his stomach. "I'm not queer!" he said aloud. "I'm not!" In his mind he felt Jesse's small, feminine hands on his lower butt again, his penis throbbing with delight at the contact, the way it had jumped when those fingers had passed along its sides. "I'm. Not. Queer!" he said deliberately to himself again.

It was Jesse's fault. Jesse had gotten him all stirred up inside. He was just fine until Jesse started touching him, and saying things. What had he said again? That he could suck Tommy better than Chad, that was it. That Tommy could even stick it up his butt.

Tommy's penis jumped twice as he reviewed this. He tried to make himself pee, hoping his errant organ would go down. Instead, he flashed to an image last Sunday, when they'd been at the municipal pool changing, and Jesse had taken off his trunks and bent over to slip them off his feet, flashing his plump little butt and his tightly pursed little butt hole at Tommy as he did so. (Tommy, shier than Jesse, had always found a secluded corner of the changing room, placed his trunks over his crotch as he eased his underwear down, and then leaned over, hiding his crotch as he pulled his trunks up so that no one watching, had there been anyone, would glimpse his genitals.) Tommy's penis jumped again as he relived the scene in his head, the little butt spreading, the tight hole flashing at him. Rage flashed hot within him. He'd teach that little dickhead a lesson! He said Tommy could stick his dick up his butt, did he? He'd show Jesse what that was like! He'd stick it up Jesse's butt good and hard! And then Jesse would see that he didn't like it and say it had all been a mistake, and he never wanted to do anything like that again!

Meanwhile, in his bedroom half asleep, Chad heard the bedroom door open again, and sensed a dim shape slipping into the room, crawling into Tommy's bed and pulling covers and a pillow over itself. He was so near sleep he didn't bother to open his eyes more than briefly before drifting off again. Jesse must have changed his mind, and come back, he thought. He hoped the two of them would work it out, he thought muzzily as he drifted into unconsciousness again.

Tommy came back from the bathroom. His penis bobbed as he walked, refusing to go down, and anger pulsed through his frame. He spotted the small body on the bed, covered with the sheet and a pillow, but moving slightly, restlessly, obviously not asleep. He climbed onto the bed and straddled it, slipping his hand under the pillow, searching for and finding the mouth he knew would be there and clamping his hand firmly over it. The room seemed darker than it had been before, possibly because his eyes had adjusted to the light he'd turned on in the bathroom.

"Don't say anything," he hissed. "Don't say a single word. You said you wanted it up the butt, so I'm going to give it to you, and I'm not going to be gentle. And you aren't going to make a sound, or I'll do something worse to you! You're just going to lie there and take it until I'm done."

Tommy shifted his body, pulling the sheet aside to exposing the dimly sensed bottom half of the boy's body. Jesse had his pajama bottoms back on, he discovered when he placed a hand on the boy's flanks. He marveled how Jesse felt even smaller in this subordinate position with his head hidden under the pillow. Tommy's penis was still raging at attention and demanding satisfaction, and his anger grew at its reaction. He grasped the pajama bottom elastic and yanked them down, the smooth orbs of boy butt faintly visible in the poor light. He used his free hand to shove the legs apart as far as they'd go, then on impulse dug a hand under the boy's crotch and felt the wrinkles of his sack and the soft, squishy penis. "Lost your hard on, didn't you?" he hissed. "Not so much fun now, is it? Well, it's gonna get worse! You'll see, you don't like gay stuff at all!"

He gave the small penis a vicious yank, causing a squeak and a gasp into the hand he had clapped over the boy's mouth. He tightened his grip more firmly and glanced across to check on Chad, who was now snoring softly and clearly sound asleep. With his free hand, he wildly grabbed a pillow and pressed it by the boy's side, then cupped a hand under the boy's crotch and lifted him by his genitals and shifted him sideways so he was more straight in line with the bed and his bottom was now raised and slightly spread on the pillow. He spit on his free hand and wiped the spit on the end of his dick, settling between the boy's spread legs and prodding the boy's butt crack with his now wet-tipped penis.

"Nooooo!" the boy moaned through his muffling hand, the words distorted. "Noooooo. Don't!" The boy squeezed his buns tightly together, barring Tommy's entrance.

"Decided you don't want it now, huh?" Tommy hissed back. "Well, you're gonna get it, anyway. Now relax your butt and let me in! And if you say anything else or make any noise, I'll crush your balls, I swear!" He took his free hand and placed his fingers at the juncture of the boy's lower butt cheeks, using thumb and forefinger to pry the soft globes apart. Using his remaining fingers, he guided his penis head to the tight muscle within and aimed it at the center.

"Here it comes," he hissed. He began pushing the tip of his wet penis on the boy's tight orifice, without much success. Frustrated, he increased his pressure, until finally he put his entire body weight into it. All that resulted was the tip of his penis complained where the pressure was separating his pee slit. In anger, he gave a violent shove, and suddenly the ring parted and his penis head slid inside, causing a anguished gasp and a soft keening noise from the boy under him.

"Quiet!" he hissed. He reached around, under the boy's tummy, and grasped his little balls in his small sack. Man, Jesse's nuts were little! The ring enclosing his penis head tightened, almost squeezing him out again. He shoved harder, feeling the damp warmth inside his friend. He needed it in – all of it! Without heed of his friend's feelings, he shoved again, and kept shoving until he'd buried his penis to the hilt. A low moan escaped his smothering hand. "Quiet!" he said again. His penis craved release. He pulled partially out and jammed himself in again, feeling the tight, enclosing warmth and the satisfying slap of his loins against the boy's velvety butt. Under him, the boy moaned louder. Heedless, Tommy withdrew and pounded into the boy yet again, and still a third time. The boy's moans got louder each time. Tommy pulled back again, this time ramming into the boy's body with abandon. A muffled shriek escaped the boy's lips, as Tommy shuddered, tensed, and had the most intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life.

Chad awakened suddenly. How long had he been asleep? He'd heard Jesse come back, but that was it. His eyes opened to confusion – there was an odd movement going on in Tommy's bed – a creature of some kind was moving up and down. Someone was moaning, but he couldn't see who. While he as trying to puzzle that one out, a muffled shriek like a dying animal made him sit straight up in bed and turn on his bedside lamp.

Blinking in the light, it took Chad awhile to make sense out of what he was seeing. Tommy, lying stretched out on top of a nude figure, the latter's legs parted, his butt propped up on a pillow. The figure was writhing and moaning. Tommy's body was shaking and shuddering. He suddenly straightened up in surprise at the light, shoving himself backwards onto his heels, pulling himself out of –

Two facts struck Chad at the same time. Tommy had just pulled his wiener from the other boy's butt! That was shocking enough. But the thing that made Chad's blood freeze was the blood. There was blood smeared across Tommy's penis, from the base to the head. He leaped out of bed, eyes glued to the scene. There wasn't just blood on Tommy's penis. The naked boy on the bed's legs were still spread, his anus gaping, and blood was oozing out of one corner of his anus, near the surface, spreading slowly and redly as it trickled down the line between his legs and began gathering in the folds of his small scrotum.

Tommy looked down at himself as if in a daze. "I'm bleeding," he said to Chad.

"No, I think Jesse's bleeding," Chad said automatically. "You hurt him." He looked at his brother with amazement, still absorbing the surprising scene. "You had your dick up his butt!" he said softly, in wonder.

Tommy seemed to come back to himself. He rose, picked up the tissue box, and began gingerly wiping blood off his penis, spitting on the tissue to finish the job. The figure on the bed was shaking, crying softly under the pillow. Blood continued to ooze slowly down between his buns as his butt hole twitched repeatedly, closing a bit more each time until it finally squeezed in on itself, increasing the trickle of blood seeping onto the base of his scrotum.

"It's his fault! Jesse's!" Tommy said accusingly. "He tried to do queer stuff with me! Then he said he wanted me to give it to him up his butt, so I did! I bet he doesn't think it's such a good idea now!" He tossed the tissues in the trash and nudged the body on the bed. "Not such a hot idea, huh, Jesse! Well, it was your fault – you wanted it. Now get up and clean yourself up and we'll call it even."

The figure on the bed continued crying, shaking a bit more than before. Chad leaned over the bed, looking down at the pathetic small body more directly. In the dim light of his desk lamp, he could see the trickle of blood seeping slowly between the boy's spread bottom and oozing down between his legs was about to reach the bottom of the diminutive little scrotum. He took a tissue and dabbed at it, stopping the spread before it reached the pillow.

"You shouldn't have done it, Tommy," Chad said. "He's bleeding. What if you hurt him inside his butt?"

"Awww, he's not hurt," Tommy said. He took the tissue and swiped the kid's butt with it, separating his buns to reveal a painfully sore and swollen anal ring with a slight tear in one side. He wiped the blood from the tear and stuck the tissue against it. "Come on, Jesse, get up. We'll go to the bathroom and clean you up, and we'll pretend none of this happened," Tommy said, more concern in his voice. "Come on, I'll put stuff on it, it's no big deal, you'll be fine!"

"Tommy," Chad said, a note of urgency in his voice. Tommy was still nudging the figure on the bed, urging Jesse to get up. "Tommy," Chad said more urgently. He was looking under the wrinkled scrotal patch of the boy on the bed, visible between his spread legs. The tip of a shriveled penis projected there – the tip of a pointy penis with intact foreskin completely covering the mushroom head and hanging off it. Chad pointed at it. "Tommy," he said once again. "Look."

"Huh?" Tommy said dumbly. "Look at what?"

"Look at his wiener, you moron! Jesse doesn't come to a point like that. Jesse's circumcised, just like we are. Believe me, I know what his wiener looks like, after what you guys made me do. This isn't Jesse!" Chad replied. Carefully, already pretty sure what he was going to find and deathly afraid because of it, Chad reached over and pulled the pillow free that had been hiding the crying, bleeding boy's upper features. There, looking miserable and biting his knuckles, was the teary face of their cousin Gabriel.

Tommy stared in shock. "Oh, God!" he exclaimed. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" He looked, horrified, at the boy's tear matted face and hair. "Mom's gonna kill me!" he exclaimed. "I'm dead. Oh, man, what's she gonna do! I thought he was Jesse! I swear I did!" He leaned over Gabriel's still crying face. "You won't tell on me, will you? Please? Please? I didn't mean to hurt you! Look, I didn't know it was you! I'll make it up to you! Just don't tell Mom!" Tommy pleaded.

Gabriel sniffed, then lifted his head and looked at Tommy. "I had a nightmare!" he said, still crying. "I was scared, and I came in here. And then you hurt me!" he said in accusing tones. He twisted his upper body to look accusingly at Chad. "You said no one would hurt me here," he complained.

"It's just a little blood," Tommy said placatingly.

"I'm bleeding?" Gabriel croaked. He leaped out of bed and ran to the mirrored closet doors, his pajama bottoms forgotten on the bed. Turning his butt toward the mirror, he craned his neck to look behind him, gingerly spreading his butt apart with both hands as he did. "I'm bleeding!" he said louder. "And I'm all red! You hurt me!"

Tommy and Chad stood by helplessly, as the little boy, his tears diminishing, studied himself in the mirror. Gabriel twisted this way and that, trying to see his anal opening more clearly, finally bending down and looking at his spread buns upside down from between his legs. Straightening up, he snatched the tissues from Tommy's hand and held them against his bottom, looking at Tommy accusingly. "You fucked me in the butt!" he said in outrage. "I said don't, and you told me you'd smash my nuts if I didn't let you!"

"You did that?" Chad asked Tommy, looking at his little brother in wonder.

"I didn't mean to," Tommy said. "I thought he was Jesse!"

"You wanted to do that to Jesse?" Chad asked.

"I didn't want to, he made me do it," Tommy said helplessly.

"Tommy, you're not making any sense! How could Jesse have made you do it? He wasn't even here! He went home!" Chad exclaimed "And he's a lot littler than you, so how can you say he made you do it?" he asked. "Oh, God, Tommy, do you know what you've done? You butt raped Gabriel! Okay, you didn't know it was Gabriel, but it wouldn't have made it any better if it had been Jesse! Didn't you listen to anything Mom said to me and Alan about not doing sex stuff with people who don't want you to? You know what happened to Alan, and all he did is touch me! You raped him!"

"I'm bleeding," Gabriel said in distress, removing the tissues from his bottom and looking at them. "And I'm all stirred up inside! It burns!"

"We gotta make him stop bleeding," Chad said reasonably. "And you've gotta get him to promise not to tell! Make it up to him! Give him something! Tell him you're sorry! Mom'll kill you if she finds out!"

Tommy looked hopefully at Chad. "But Mom's not here," he said. "We can keep this just between us!" He looked pleadingly at Gabriel. "Look, I'll let you have anything of mine! I'll be your slave! I'll do your homework for you! Just promise you won't tell anyone!" Tommy begged. "There's no reason anyone else needs to know."

"That boat," said a voice from the doorway, "has already sailed." All three boys turned toward the voice. Beth was standing in the partially opened door, wearing her skimpy nightgown that barely covered her top with a pair of thong panties.

Gabriel, still stark naked, didn't seem at all perturbed that his distant female cousin was seeing him completely naked for the first time. Facing, her, oblivious to his exposed little genitals, he said, indignantly, "He fucked me in the butt! And he said he'd smash my balls if I didn't let him! And I'm bleeding!" He turned around and bent over, thrusting his little butt into the air so she could see the damage.

Tommy's heart had stopped when he'd heard Beth's voice. He almost turned to run, but there was nowhere to flee to. Chad stared at Beth dumbly. Gabriel reached back and separated his butt so that Beth could see the source of his complaints more clearly. "I had a bad dream," he said, looking at her from upside down between his legs. "I came in here 'cause I was afraid. And then he fucked me in the butt!" he said, looking daggers at Tommy. "Look at me," he begged. "Am I gonna be all right?" His swollen, red anus glared angrily outward at the three of them, a trickle of blood still seeping from the tear in one side.

"Look Beth, Mom's not here," Tommy said, recovering his voice. "She doesn't have to know about this, does she? It was an accident!"

"So you accidentally corn holed your cousin?" Beth said sarcastically, bending down to examine Gabriel's anus. "How does one do that?"

Tommy took a deep breath. "Um, um, you see, Jesse was …"

"Spare me," Beth said, dabbing at Gabriel's most private parts with a tissue. "I heard it all from the door, anyway. Jesse made a move on you, and you went crazy and tried to butt rape him in return, and then somehow you missed Jesse's butt and hit Gabriel's instead. Talk about your mistaken identities!"

"Jesse went home," Chad said helpfully. "And Tommy thought he was Jesse!"

"Yeah, yeah, save it for the judge," Beth said. "We got to give this guy a bath and see if we can fix his butt up. Then we'll see about you. Come with me, both of you." She picked up Gabriel and cradled him like a 5-year-old, starting out the door. She turned back and looked at Tommy. "I just remembered something," she said. "When I just told you to save it for the judge? Mom said I'm the judge. So I guess you'll have to save it for me."