Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 6

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 6
by Chadlad

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Chapter 6: Let's Make a Deal

Less than 2 hours later, Chad was back again lying in his bed, this time on his side with the sleeping Gabriel tucked against his front, curled into him with his back against Chad's front. Beth had run the boy a hot bath and had him soak in it for awhile, then she'd gently washed his anal area and teased his anal sphincter gently in the hot water until he was able to relax it enough that she could see that the tear was only on the surface and didn't extend to the inside. She'd taken him from the bath and dried him off, sitting on the toilet with the boy jackknifed face down over her lap while she gently smoothed Neosporin on his damaged anus and then held him cradled in her arms for comfort. All the time, Tommy continued to apologize profusely and promise that he'd do anything, ANYTHING, if Beth and Gabriel and Chad would just say that they wouldn't tell Mom, his pleas getting more and more hysterical until Beth told him to shut up or she'd call their mom that very moment. Tommy then began agitated pacing of the bathroom, Gabriel cringing every time he came near and asking Chad to stay near him and protect him. After treating his anus, Beth cradled the now less agitated little boy, and told Tommy to "Stop all that hopping around and let me think!"

Tommy stopped hesitantly in front of them. Chad stood to one side, looking on, both boys still in their underpants. Beth bit her lip and looked thoughtful. Finally, she spoke. "Okay," she said. "Here's the deal. I'm going to give you a choice. Option one is that I wait until it's a decent hour in Seattle, and then I call Mom and tell her the whole story. Then she'll probably catch the first plane out of there and come home, and Gabriel and Dakota probably will have to be moved back into the foster care system, she'll probably feel she has to report it to the police, and Tommy gets arrested, sent to juvie, and maybe stays there for a long, long time."

"I don't wanna go back into foster care!" Gabriel wailed, his voice muffled by Beth's arms. Tommy plopped down on the edge of the tub, his legs too weak to hold him up, and buried his face in his hands, trying to keep from crying. Chad's blood froze, realizing she might be right – from pretty much any angle, Tommy's excuse for his behavior wouldn't fly – after all, by his own admission, he'd intended to humiliate Jesse by sticking his dick up Jesse's butt and humping him until he came. There was no positive spin one could put on that.

A thought struck Chad. Maybe what Tommy had done wouldn't bother the authorities. After all, he'd been punished by being treated pretty much the same way as Tommy had treated Gabriel during his extended punishment when he'd run the gauntlet at school.

"Maybe Tommy wouldn't have to go to juvie," he said hopefully. "They let Mrs. Rose stuck those big fake wieners up my butt during the gauntlet and they let that Joseph Rainey kid from 3rd grade stick his up me, too, and no one got into trouble over that. So why would they send a kid to juvie for doing it?"

Gabriel's head popped out of Beth's embrace and the towel he'd been hiding in. "The teachers did stuff to your butt hole? And they let a third grader fuck your butt?" he asked, his eyes wide. "The teachers where we start school on Monday?"

"That was different," Beth said. "And watch your language. Mom won't put up with you using words like that when she gets home – she'll wash your mouth out with soap and then paddle your butt. And if you use the f-word again, I'll do it myself. But to answer your question, Chad, it's not the same. Mom explained it to me before you rand the gauntlet, when she told me what they'd be doing to you. They're kind of tolerant of teacher and parent discipline around here. There's this group of judges that all believe boys are a handful, and they've agree to let parents and teachers discipline boys as much as they see fit if they can make a good case you deserve it. The police know that and ignore spankings and paddlings and what Mom called 'genital and anal discipline.' And even if the police turned someone in, the district attorneys are mostly women and men who are under the women's thumbs, and they would prosecute such cases anyway. Their main concern is that the evil in boys be snuffed out before it can become ingrained. Mom says that's one of the reasons she likes to live here. So having a boy hump another's butt as punishment and to humiliate him is okay, but forcing a boy to do it for your own pleasure is not. They're really touchy about boys hurting other boys unless an adult orders it as a punishment. So Tommy probably would go to court, and maybe to juvie. Everyone would hear about what he did, regardless. Mom would finally find out what her sweet Tommy is really like. And Gabriel and Dakota would be back with the foster care people."

"I don't want Mom to know! And I don't want to go to juvie!" Tommy moaned, his face still in his hands. "I didn't mean to do it, really!"

"We do have another option," Beth suggested. "But all of you have to agree to it or we're back to the first option. We could deal with Tommy's punishment ourselves, and when Mom comes home we'll tell her that Tommy screwed up badly and had to be punished, and that he himself agreed that the punishment was fair, and that we took care of it and she doesn't need to know anything else. I'm pretty sure she'll buy that, especially if we all stand firm. If we go with that option, the rest of the week before Mom comes home will be Tommy's punishment week. I'll decide what punishments Tommy gets, with Gabriel's input, of course, and Chad's and Dakota's help when necessary. Gabriel and I will decide when you've been punished enough, as well. If you go through with all of your punishments, Tommy, then we don't tell Mom and that's the end of it. If you refuse at any point, your punishments stop, and I'll tell Mom and let her deal with you instead. But we all have to agree to this plan, or I simply call Mom tomorrow morning and let her deal with it. So let's start with Gabriel – do you want to tell my Mom, or do we handle it ourselves?"

"Do I get to punish him, too?" Gabriel asked. "Like, can I spank his butt, or hit him in the balls as much as I want, or fuc—I mean, give it to him up the chute?" Sitting on the tub, Tommy cringed and pulled his legs together protectively.

"You can't just do anything you want," Beth said. "We'll have to plan his punishments, and you'll have to agree to stay within our plan. I can't let you cause him permanent damage. But you will get to punish him extensively, within reason," Beth said. "As long as you don't get crazy with revenge. You'd have to agree to follow my guidelines."

"And I wouldn't have to move to another place?" Gabriel asked. "'Cause I like it here, as long as he can't hurt me again. I like Chad."

"Yes, if you agree to allow us to punish Tommy and never tell anyone else, you'll be able to stay. But if you breathe a word of it to anyone afterward, you and Tommy will both be out of here," Beth replied.

"I'm in, then," Gabriel said, settling back into Beth's arms. "I wanna punch him in the balls, and spank his butt, and paddle him, and give it to him up the chute and see how he likes it!"

"Okay, Gabriel's been heard from. How about it, Chad? Tommy was pretty nasty to you when you were being punished. Do you want him sent away, or will you agree to obey me and do what I tell you to do to help punish him? If you do, you can get your revenge for all the stuff he did to you when you got punished, but then you have to promise never to tell, or he'll be sent away anyway."

Chad didn't have to think long. "I don't want revenge, I really don't," he said. "I deserved most of the punishments I got – I got my temper under control and learned a lot. And that's why I'll help you punish Tommy – not because of revenge, but because he deserves it." He looked at his miserable brother. "You didn't have to do what you did – it was just plain meanness. Jesse didn't do anything to hurt you – I was kind of awayke and I heard the whole thing. All he wanted to do was make you feel good. If you didn't want him to do that stuff to you, all you had to do was say 'no, I don't want to do that' and Jesse would have given up. He'd have been disappointed, sure, but he wouldn't have done anything you didn't want him to. But you couldn't just say no, could you? You decide you have to hurt him for what he wanted to do. You've got a nasty mean streak, Tommy – you like hurting people, just like you liked hurting me when I was getting punished. I kept wondering why you made me do the stuff you made me do when I was getting punished. After all, you'd be nice to me sometimes and act like you cared about me, like when you gave me the lotion and the mint. Then you'd turn around and humiliate me by telling all the other kids what you'd done to me." He fixed Tommy with a searching gaze. Tommy looked dumbly back at him through his hands.

"It just now struck me why you acted like that," Chad went on. "You don't think you're being as cruel as you are. You don't understand how humiliating it is to be naked in front of other people, with everyone making fun of your stuff. You don't know how much things like spankings or paddlings hurt. You've lived a charmed life – you've never been spanked, so you don't know. You need to know for yourself the humiliation of being stripped in front of everyone and the shame of having all your private parts examined. You need to know what a long spanking or a long paddling feels like. I think if you did, you'd be more understanding and less cruel. I think you need those experiences, and you won't get them if you get taken away, you'll just learn to be more cruel. I think you can still be saved, but we need to do it now. I vote we punish you ourselves, and I promise not to say anything afterward if you do what we say." He looked at Tommy expectantly.

Tommy choked back a sob. "Would I have to be naked? And get spanked? And – and – and have to suck their dicks? And – and all the rest of it?" he croaked.

"Not right this second. But if you agree that we should punish you, you have to do whatever we say, period. No negotiations. And I, for one, won't go easy on you. You'll be completely humiliated by the time we're done, and you'll have discovered, like your brother, what pain really is. But if you accept, we won't tell Mom. Your call," Beth said.

Tommy struggled with his feelings for a minute. "Okay," he finally said, blinking back his tears. "Okay. You guys can punish me. But please, not too hard, okay? Please?"

"Boys being punished don't make deals," Beth said, getting up. "You've agreed, and that's all the input you get." She looked at Gabriel. "Where do you want to sleep, buddy?" she asked. "You can come stay with me if you're afraid of Tommy."

Gabriel looked up again from her arms. "I can't sleep with you, you're a girl. Can I sleep with Chad?" he asked. "Chad will protect me. I don't want to be alone."

"Fine," Beth said shortly. She rose, gathered Gabriel, and dumped the naked, smaller boy into Chad's arms where he nestled happily against Chad's shoulder, retrieving his towel and hanging it up. The boy's small butt felt velvety soft under Chad's encircling arms. Chad wasn't sure, but it looked like his sister wasn't completely happy with the younger boy's decision. Chad thought back to his own punishment, and the morning she and her friend Karen had spent taking teasing him to erection and then stopping before orgasm, which had ultimately resulting in him wet cumming for the first time. He wondered if his sister had ulterior motives in wanting to take the naked 10-year-old to her bed with her. Did everyone in his family use everyone else for their own pleasures?

"Be in the kitchen at 8 tomorrow to start your punishments," Beth said. "Chad, you and Gabriel get him up in time to bathe him just like he bathed you when you were being punished. And do it just like we did to you – all of it. Dress him in underwear with pajamas over them. Tomorrow will be spanking and paddling day. In the days that follow there will be other, worse punishments. I'll explain it all to Dakota before we come down." She abruptly left the bathroom.

"Come on, Tommy," Chad said to his miserable brother. "We need to get to bed if we're getting up at 7:30." When Tommy didn't move, he nudged him with his foot. Tommy looked up at him, his eyes brimming with tears. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It doesn't help," Chad said to his brother. "Come on."

Sighing, his underpants clad brother got up and followed him silently down the hall to their bedroom. Chad tried to set Gabriel down, but the boy clung to his neck and wouldn't let go. Sighing, he settled them both into bed, the little boy cradling his head against Chad's arm and turning round to curl against Chad's body, his bright eyes watching Tommy across from them getting into his own bed. Gabriel shuddered and drew Chad's hands across his body, settling his left hand across his abdomen, and taking Chad's right hand and placing it over his diminutive genitals holding it there with his own hand. When Chad protested, he said, "You gotta keep your hands there. I need you to protect my heart and my 'nads from him when I'm asleep," and refused to let Chad move his hands.

Within minutes, the younger boy was asleep, his small heart thumping against Chad's left hand, his half-hard penis prodding Chad's right hand. The boy's own hands were clamped over his, making moving his own difficult without waking him. Tommy shifted positions restlessly in his bed.

"Chad?" Tommy finally said. "Chad? You awake?"

"Yeah," Chad said.

"I can't sleep," Tommy said. "I'm scared."

"You should be," Chad whispered back. "What you did really sucked. How do you suppose Jesse feels right now? How do you suppose Gabriel felt – the poor kid comes into your bed because he's scared, and you climb on him and ram your dick in his butt!"

"It wasn't my fault," Tommy said peevishly.

"Yes it was," Chad said, so heatedly that Gabriel shifted and gripped his hand more firmly against the boy's genitals. Gabriel's penis grew fully hard, jabbing against his hand, even though he still seemed to be more or less asleep. Chad idly rubbed the bumpy skin of the bottom surface of the boy's small projection. The action seemed to soothe Gabrieal, because he settled down again, breathing evenly. "It was your fault," Chad said more quietly. "You could have just told Jesse to stop. You could have said you're not gay and you don't like to do gay stuff. You didn't have to try to hurt him in return. I don't understand why you reacted so violently. When Alan made that move on me, I just told him I wasn't gay, and he backed off and that was that. We're even friends. Why are you so touchy about it? Why do you have to hurt people?"

Tommy was quiet for awhile. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I just got so mad!" Tommy was quiet for awhile. ":Chad?" he finally said hesitantly.

"Yeah," Chad said.

"What's it feel like? Getting spanked, I mean? I know it hurts, but what's it feel like? I mean, is it like getting hit in the balls? Or like a burn? Or like when you stub your toe and it throbs? And is getting paddled that much worse?"

"You saw me get it," Chad said. "Heck, you did it to me. Did it look like it hurt? Do you think I did all that screaming just for sympathy?"

"Yeah, but you're not the toughest 13-year-old around, you know," Tommy persisted. "Everyone knows you cry easily. I'm not saying you're a wuss, I'm just saying that you cry when a lot of other kids wouldn't."

"You mean, a lot of other kids like you, don't you," Chad said bitterly. "You are calling me a wuss, you know. You'll see – you'll bawl like a big baby when you get it."

"I won't bawl like you did," Tommy said petulantly. "It takes a lot more to make me cry than it does you. I bet a lot of your carrying on was just for show, so they we'd stop sooner and not spank you so hard because we felt sorry for you. And I fell for it, too. But I'll show all of you tomorrow – I'm not going to put on a big show so that Beth can feel big and tough. I'll show her I can take whatever she dishes out. I'm not a big baby like you!"

"You'll see," Chad said flatly. "You think it's not big deal, gettin' spanked on your bare butt? Oh, look at me, I'm Tommy, I'm Mister Iron Butt! You can't make me cry like wussy little Chad! Go ahead, blister my butt all you want! I'll just smile, then I'll fly off to save the world." He shifted a bit, trying, without success, to get his penis, which had hardened despite his desire for it not to, out of its position nestled between Gabriel's bare little buns.

"You'll cry," he said with finality. "It's like someone's set your butt on fire, and the fire just keeps spreading and burning more. It's like every spank sends out these sharp pains, and they just kind of flood over you and they're all you can think of, just making it stop. But it doesn't stop – it goes on and on and on, with each smack making it burn even more. You can't stand it, and you cry and you beg, but they just keep doing it and it just keeps getting worse until you think there can't be more pain than that, but they do it some more and you find out there's always more, worse pain. And even when they're done, your butt burns for hours and hurts for days every time you sit down. And after it's done, you realize that everyone has not only seen all your private parts, but they've seen you bawling like a baby while you get your butt spanked, and they'll remember what that looked like as long a you live. And everyone who didn't get spanked laughs at you because you did. And you know that they can just look at you and remember all the little details of what your private places look like. They've even seen your butt hole and your wiener and your balls, and they'll remember. Every time you see them, you know they're remembering and laughing inside. But then you get another spanking, and you don't care about any of that, you only care that your butt is on fire and it's burning and you can't stand it but you have to. That's what it feels like," Chad said, not caring that his words weren't any comfort to Tommy. Let him stew over that for awhile, he thought. He pulled the little boy more tightly against himself, stopping his stroking of the boy's genitals now that he was fast asleep. He'd certainly spent enough time dreading punishment himself – Tommy needed to know what it was like.

He thought he wouldn't sleep despite how tired he was. But before he knew it, the sun was up and the room was flooded with light from the eastern window. Gabriel was still snoozing, his back still against Chad's stomach, body curled neatly into Chads. Chad realized, uncomfortably, that his morning erection was nestled between the boy's bare buns. He shifted himself back, the movement waking Gabriel, who rolled over onto his back, and stretched, his little hard penis pointed directly at the ceiling, the foreskin retracted most of the way so that it made a little hood over the exposed head. Chad noted, before making himself look away, that the younger boy had a slight curve to his erection, but that his penis was symmetrical and not at all unattractive despite the foreskin. Chad sat up in bed and looked over at Tommy, who was staring at the ceiling despondently.

"Is it time?" Tommy asked. "I guess I slept – but I've been awake quite a while since then, thinking. It wasn't just a bad dream, was it? I really did … um... I really did it, didn't I? I mean, it feels like it was someone else, and I was just watching, you know."

Gabriel sat up in the bed abruptly by Chad. "You fucked me in the butt!" he said accusingly. He rolled over and reached back to spread his buns apart carefully with both hands, trying to twist his body and look at it. "Am I still bleeding?" he asked Chad plaintively. "Do I look okay?"

Seeing no alternative, Chad leaned over and peered into the boy's spread butt crack. His small butt hole winked back at him, only slightly swollen looking now, the tear in the lower left side neatly scabbed over. "It looks a little sore, but you'll be fine," he said assuredly.

Gabriel leaped from the bed and ran to the mirrored closet, still stark naked, his little penis wagging in the air as he ran. He turned his butt toward the mirror and bent over, looking back between his legs at his butt hole. "Gross," he said. "I'm all red."

"You looked worse last night," Chad said.

"What happens when I gotta take a dump?" Gabriel persisted, still looking at his butt in the mirror from between his spread legs.

Chad thought for a moment. "We'll put lotion all over it and inside of it before you go," he finally said. "I had to do that when mine was hurt and I needed to poo. It makes things slide right out." Gabriel straightened up, looking less worried. Chad got up and slipped on his shorts and a t-shirt. "Better go get dressed," Chad said to him. "Your clothes are still in your bag in the study." Gabriel started for the door, his little penis still wagging in the air in front of him, pointing the way he was going. "You should probably put on your pajamas before you go out…" Chad began, but Gabriel was gone already, running naked down the hall to the study. Chad shrugged and turned back to his brother. "Get up," he said. "We have to get you ready, and it's 7:35 already." He turned to his dresser and pulled out a loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt, slipping them on.

Tommy's face became even more miserable. "Do you have to?" he asked. "Can't we just say you did it?"

Chad looked at him. "Don't be ridiculous—you think Beth can't tell a kid who was just took a bath from one who didn't? Then I'd probably get spanked, too." He started for the door. "I ought to lead you by your wiener like you did me, but I'd rather not touch it. Bring clean pajama pants and underpants and come on." He started out the door, turning when his brother didn't follow him. Tommy was just standing by his bed, looking stubborn.

"It's not fair," he suddenly burst out. "It's all Jesse's fault. He made me do it!"

Chad was out of patience. "It's all your fault, little brother," he said. "Now come on."

Tommy still just stood there, glaring. "It's not fair," he protested. "It's Gabriel's fault, too! Why didn't he say something?"

"Perhaps because you had your hand over his mouth and threatened to crush his balls," Chad said mildly. "Look I know what a mean streak you've got, so all this acting innocent is wasted on me – it might work on Mom, but she's not here to protect her Sweet Tommy, is she?"

"I'm not acting innocent," Tommy complained. "I didn't do anything bad – it was just an accident!"

"You know," Chad said, "I don't even feel bad for you this morning. 'It was an accident. I accidentally butt raped my cousin. My dick accidentally got hard and I accidentally shoved it in his butt and accidentally tore his butt hole when I did it,'" Chad said in a whiny, spoiled brat voice. "You just stand there feeling sorry for yourself! What about Gabriel? Poor kid comes to live in our house, and the very day I tell him he's safe here, you rape him up his butt! You should be feeling sorry for him, not yourself."

Tommy looked stubbornly at Chad. "Come on, Chad, it was no big deal," he said. "Your teacher did it to you, and let that Joseph kid do it to you, too! Okay, maybe it hurt a little bit, but it's not the end of the world. Oh, you carried on like it was a big deal, but you poop stuff bigger than that, so how much could it have hurt?"

Chad felt anger rising within him. A few weeks back, before his experience with what his mother called his "anger management training," he would have jumped on his brother and started punching him in the stomach, the face, or the crotch, whichever was easier to reach. Instead, he forced himself to take a deep breath. "I give up," Chad said. "You deserve whatever happens to you today, Tommy. Now you can either come with me and obey me during your bath, or I'll get Beth, and tell her you want her to call Mom!"

Although his previous words hadn't, that last phrase got through to Tommy. There was no escape. He was going to have to go down to the bathroom with Chad and be washed just like he'd done to his brother when Chad had been in trouble, and then go downstairs – downstairs where his sister had promised he'd get spanked! Spanked by his own sister, in front of Chad and Gabriel and Gabriel's sister Dakota! He couldn't remember ever getting spanked before. When Chad had received his series of spankings and other humiliations a few weeks before, he'd shrugged it off as nothing more than a bully like Chad deserved. But now it was his butt they were talking about spanking, and soon – maybe just half an hour from now! He squeezed his butt together involuntarily as he imagined a hand descending upon it with a heartless smack. Picturing his brother's spankings and paddlings, a detail of the image struck him. Chad had gotten all of his punishments, every one of them, bare naked! Tommy himself had made Chad strip right away that first day, before merrily spanking his brother's bare bottom repeatedly, shoving his finger up Chad's butt, flicking his balls, making Chad masturbate himself in front of Tommy, and making Chad suck his penis. He'd probably be stripped, too! He hadn't been naked around any girls since he was a little boy, not even his mother! He hadn't even been naked around any boys except for Chad and Jesse, Chad because he'd had to pull his pants down for Chad to suck him, and Jesse because he'd been there during some of those sessions. Otherwise, no one had seen anything covered by his underpants beyond what other boys saw from looking over the tops of urinals. He didn't even change in the swimming pool changing room until he was sure that no on was looking his way, and then he'd skimmed his undies down and his trunks on as quickly as possible, while facing a wall to protect his privates. And now his brother and Gabriel were going to bathe him! He was going to have to undress in front of his distant cousin, a younger boy and practically a stranger! And later, he'd probably have to undress in front of him as well as his sister and Gabriel's sister Dakota! He shivered at the thought of all of those eyes, male and female, able to roam over his body at will.

Tommy was still standing, frozen. Chad had waited long enough. He strode to Tommy, slid his hand down the front of Tommy's underpants, and grasped his semi-erect penis as tightly as he could. Tommy let out a yelp as Chad yanked his organ, dragging him toward the door. Although Chad was slightly smaller than his younger brother and less physically developed, his impatience more than made up for the difference, as well as the tenderness of the body part he was holding. Tommy almost tripped as he stumbled toward the door after Chad, both his hands gripping Chad's to try to ease his discomfort. "Wait," Tommy wailed. "I have to get my underpants and pajamas!"

"You'll have to walk back for them later," Chad said uncaringly. "You had your chance."

Off balance, Tommy stumbled out the door and down the hall with Chad to the bathroom, where Chad deposited Tommy in front of the toilet, released his penis, and yanked his underpants to his ankles. "Step out, and then pee," Chad said commandingly, yanking the underpants off of Tommy's legs as soon as Tommy lifted each foot. He tossed the underpants in the hamper and pulled down the front of his own pants and underpants, peeing powerfully into the toilet while idly fingering his penis ring on the underside of his organ. He looked enviously at his brother's half-hard tool, still bigger than his own despite the difference in their ages, and his brother's downy crop of pubic hair. Chad's own crotch was still almost bald, with just a scatter of about half a dozen hairs that had suddenly appeared in the last two seeks to suggest the pubertal changes he was just beginning.

As Tommy managed to relax and start to pee, Gabriel startled them into stopping their streams by clattering into the room. He shoved up to the free side of the toilet and pulled the front of his own shorts and underpants down, aiming his stiffy down to join them. Tommy and Chad managed to restart their streams, as Gabriel playfully aimed his penis back and forth so that his stream crisscrossed both of theirs. "Hey, did you guys ever see that Ghostbusters movie? You know, the part where he says, 'don't cross the streams'? Better watch out!" He giggled and finished, shaking his penis wildly, and tucking it back in his pants. Chad put his own penis away and started the bath water.

Tommy turned to get in the tub. Gabriel walked to the closed bathroom door, poking his head outside. "Okay, we're done peeing, you can come in," he said.

Tommy looked up in horror as a small female form popped in the door, her eyes glittering as she took in his naked body. He clapped his hands over his genitals to hide them from view, backing against the bathroom wall in a crouch. "She can't come in here! I'm naked!" Tommy wailed.

Dakota ignored his complaints and stalked over to him. She was slightly shorter than Tommy even though she was the same age, and she looked even smaller in her floor length nightgown. "Get up," she ordered, her eyes flashing. "Beth told me what you did to Gabriel," she said. She leaned over the crouching Tommy, paused in that position, and then spit in his face, hitting him just to one side of his nose and catching him by surprise. "No one gets away with hurting my little brother," she said. Tommy started to reach up to protect his face, but realized this uncovered his genitals and quickly clapped his hand back in place. Dakota spit in his face again, this time hitting him just over the right eye. "Get up," she said. "You think you're tough stuff when you're raping my little brother. Beth told me about the deal, and I agreed to it. You're about to find out you're not so tough after all. You're going to find out just what a little turd you are. Now get up and stop trying to cover up your stupid dink. I doubt if it's any bigger than my brother's, anyway."

She stood over Tommy, glaring at him. Tommy looked at Chad and Gabriel for support. Gabriel stepped up by his sister. "You heard her, stinkbutt! Stand up and move your hands and let her see your peter! And if you disobey anything she or I tell you from now on, the deal's off and we tell your mom, understand?"

Fear shot through Tommy. Bad as being naked in front of this girl his own age would be, his mother finding out would be worse – it would be the end of everything! But he still hesitated. It was bad enough that Gabriel see him bare, but for Dakota to see him, too! She was his own age, and a girl! But the thought of his mother learning of his shame and the consequences that might follow frightened him more. Slowly he stood up until he was only slightly hunched from holding his hands cupped over his genitals. Gabriel reached over and batted first one wrist and then the other, prompting Tommy to reluctantly move each hand, letting them hang uselessly at his sides. His face colored immediately as Dakota silently appraised his genitals and the downy hair covering his groin. Tommy's penis was soft now in his humiliation, hanging limply over his scrotum, which was currently sagging in the steamy warmth of the bathroom, each ovoid hanging separately on either side of his dangling, half grown penis.

Dakota leaned down a bit to study his genitals, then glanced up at Tommy's blushing face. "Man, what were you trying to hide for? You've got nothin'," she said dismissively. "Gabriel's almost as big as you!" She reached toward his genitals, causing Tommy to jackknife to protect himself. She leaned back and put her hands on her hips, looking at the crouching boy with exasperation. "What did I just tell you about obeying me?" she asked "If I want to touch you anywhere at all, I get to, or else!"

Tommy straightened up slowly and reluctantly moved his hands again. "That's better," Dakota said, as Chad and Gabriel looked on, intrigued by the battle between the two. "But you're going to have to be punished for that, I'm afraid. Put your hands on your butt and thrust your hips out," she ordered.

Tommy, still moving slowly, gripped his butt and then shoved his crotch toward her. "Now hold still," she said. She reached out slowly and deliberately toward his genitals, watching for signs of flinching. Tommy fought the urge to back away, fearing the consequences if he did. Dakota took Tommy's penis between two fingers, pinching the head firmly but not painfully and lifting it up to study it from both sides and then underneath. "I don't like cut ones," she said. "They don't have any hood." Letting it fall again, she reached underneath and cupped his balls, causing Tommy to flinch but then steady himself as she glared at his movement. Her fingers slowly closed until she was gripping his sack firmly, isolating his balls away from his body. She continued to close her grip until his balls touched each other, then in one quick movement she squeezed tightly, grinding the two sensitive orbs together mercilessly. Tommy's nuts exploded in gut-wrenching, blinding pain, and he doubled over and collapsed on the floor, clutching her hand and fighting the urge to throw up. For several moments he couldn't breathe as tears streamed down his cheeks and his universe constricted to encompass just his balls alone.

Dakota released Tommy's sack and straightened up, watching impassively as Tommy writhed on the floor and tried to catch his breath, his face contorted with pain. Gabriel and Chad both cringed visibly, Gabriel actually reaching with his left hand to reassuringly squeeze his own sack through his pants, as Chad fought the urge to do the same thing through his. After about a minute, Tommy felt Dakota's bare foot nudge him. "Get up," she said. "Next time I tell you to do something, little boy, you do it. Now let go of your dink and get in the tub, or I'll give you another squeeze to go with that one."

Tommy took a deep breath and drew himself to his feet, reluctantly letting go of his tortured balls. His penis had shrunk to "cold swimming pool" status, which made it smaller than he remembered seeing it any time recently, almost as small as Chad's normally flaccid state, with a mere inch or so sticking out of his crotch. Under Dakota's critical gaze he stepped over the side of the tub and sank into the water.

"I'll soap him, Gabriel, and you rinse him. Chad, Beth said you'd tell us what to do," Dakota said, taking charge even though Chad was older. Chad shrugged, directing the two of them to wash Tommy's hair, face, and upper body and rinse them with the shower wand. He then had Tommy stand with his hands behind his head so the two of them could wash him from the curve of his butt downward, Tommy blushing at having to reveal his genitals to the pair again but unable to do anything about it. He lifted each foot one at a time and placed it on the edge so Dakota could wash it, conscious of the way the lifted leg made his genitals hang in the open between his legs, swaying with his movements.

Tommy's thoughts were churning – he knew too well what was coming next. Sure enough, Chad's next orders confirmed it. "Bend over and grab the towel handle," he said. "Stick your butt out at us." Blushing again with humiliation, Tommy complied, his round muscular boy butt spreading as he did, allowing the three an unrestricted view of his butt hole. Chad, not satisfied, made him spread his legs more until his entire crack was visible. Gabriel leaned in and took Tommy's butt cheeks in his small hands, separating them further. Tommy could feel the boy's hot breath on his most private area.
"Gross," Gabriel's high pitched voice opined. "My butt hole looks ten times better than yours! Yours looks like a donkey's butt hole!" He giggled at his own cleverness, his face so close Tommy could feel the exhalations of his laughter.

"Keep him spread apart," Chad ordered. "You have to wash his crack three times, from the top all the way to where his balls are. Then when you're done I'll show you how to wash his hole." Tommy bending over facing away from them, found it hard to breathe while Dakota's small hands worked on his butt crack, rubbing the soap vigorously up and down it, then putting the soap down and rubbing the lather with her fingertips. She traced the ridges of his hole delicately, working the soap in, then tickled all the way down to the base of balls. His penis twitched at the contact on the sensitive skin between his legs as Dakota traced the ridge running from butt hole to balls. He could feel his penis growing thicker as she massaged between his legs. Gabriel rinsed the soap off, then Dakota's hands were in his most private area again, rubbing, teasing, and making his penis twitch and lengthen more. By the time she'd finished her third soaping, Tommy had a raging erection nudging his stomach. He was glad he was facing away and nobody had noticed it yet, but in focusing on that fact, he forgot the next part of the procedure until Chad spoke.

"Okay, I'll show you what to do, and then you'll each do it, too. First, you get your finger all soapy like this," he said, demonstrating. Tommy's heart began thudding, knowing what was coming. "Then you grab his wiener to hold him still," Chad went on, reaching around Tommy and brushing by his balls looking for his penis. His hand waved in the air, finding nothing. Chad leaned over and looked around Tommy's side, his eyes seraching. "Oh, I should have guessed," he said, grabbing his brother's penis firmly. "He's got a hard on," he explained to his two cousins. "So it was up against his belly and I couldn't find it to start with."

Tommy blushed and tried to hold himself steady as Chad squeezed his penis hard but not painfully. In fact, it the touch felt good and his penis twitched in response. What was wrong with him? A moment later, he felt Chad's fingertip probe the center of his anus, and then push inexorably inward. Tommy's sphincter resisted briefly and then parted under the onslaught, and Tommy felt Chad's finger probing inside him, twisting to spread the soap over his entire rectum. His rectum and anus began burning immediately, causing him to tighten on Chad's finger involuntarily. He found the feeling of his sphincter closed on Chad's finger weird and vaguely uncomfortable – actually more than uncomfortable – it hurt! "It burns," he groaned, as Chad's finger withdrew and Chad let go of his penis. In moments, Gabriel's small hand found and squeezed his penis tightly back by the base, making it jump and Gabriel giggle. Then a small index finger slipped easily and rudely into Tommy's anus and probed his insides, smearing more soap and intensifying the burning. After coating his insides thoroughly with more soap, Gabriel began wiggling his finger around, probing Tommy's insides more roughly. "Do you have to do that?" Tommy complained. "That hurts!"

"Like your peter didn't hurt me when you butt fucked me," Gabriel snapped. Tommy's sphincter, not happy with the continued intrusion, clamped down hard, and at the same time Tommy couldn't resist the urge any more and contracted his butt muscles tightly, trapping Gabriel's hand between his buns, trying to squeeze out the burning sensation. "Hey, he's got me," Gabriel yelped. Panicking, he yanked Tommy's penis one way and his finger the other, Tommy's anus stretching to follow his finger as he pulled it out, almost like thin lips sucking on a sweet and refusing to let go. Tommy's insides churned as his rectum burned and his anus protested the intrusion. How had Chad endured this over and over again, he wondered. His attention went back to his burning rectum in seconds, though, as Dakota gripped his penis by the base and rammed her finger into him as roughly as possible, rotating it in circles for an extended period of time as he clenched his butt fruitlessly and moaned his displeasure. She finally tired of torturing him in this way and pulled the finger out, but held on to his penis, giving it a vicious yank before releasing it. Gasping, Tommy doubled over his tortured member, spreading his butt widely and allowing Gabriel easy access in rinsing Tommy's butt crack one last time as the soap burned him inside him.

Then came the words Tommy had been dreading. "Okay, Tommy. Straighten up and turn sideways so they can wash your privates," Chad said calmly. Grudgingly, he complied, straightening up and turning so that his 3 inch hard on was pointed straight at the front wall and clearly visible to all in the room. "Soap his wiener and balls real good," Chad instructed, as Dakota took the soap in her hand and smirked at Tommy.

"My pleasure," she said, running the bar in circles around his genitals, making his penis snap back and forth as she brought the soap around it. She scrubbed his balls ruthlessly, renewing their dull ache, then began running the bar up and down his penis until it was white with lather. Making a fist, she circled his penis and began stroking it, like a girl well experienced in handling boys' organs. Tommy, his penis twitching and, to his shame, giving out wondrous signals of pleasure, wondered whether she'd learned in the foster homes she'd been in, from one of her mother's boyfriends, or just from kids in the neighborhood. Or had she gotten practice on her own brother? His penis, traitor that it was, began twitching and he began involuntary hip contractions that began getting closer and closer together.

Dakota stopped her movement. "Better rinse him off, now," she commented. "Or he'll get nasty on us like you boys do."

Chad thought for a minute. "No," he said. "You have to make him squirt. Beth said he's gonna get spanked, and he has to squirt if he's gonna get spanked so that he won't accidentally get stimulated during the spanking."

"I don't want to," Dakota said sulkily. "It's disgusting when you boys shoot their stuff."

"He doesn't really shoot," Chad said, as Tommy blushed. "He just kind of dribbles." Having his orgasmic responses discussed like this, especially in such a deprecating fashion, was thoroughly humiliating. And their reminder that this was spanking day for him, something he'd forgotten for the last few minutes, made it worse.

"I don't care if he only dry cums, I'm not doing it," Dakota said dismissively. "You do it, Gabriel."

"Do what?" Gabriel said, obviously not following this conversation at all.

"Rub his dink until he squirts," Dakota said impatiently.

"Yuck," Gabriel said. "I don't like doing that – that's what all the boys in foster care want you to do all the time. You always get it on you and it feels like snot."

Dakota looked down at Gabriel. "Do it, I said," she said menacingly. "Or I'll tell Chad you-know-what!"

Gabriel grimaced, took Tommy's erect penis in his small hand, and began jacking furiously. What the heck has she got on him, Chad wondered. Given how fast he gave in, it must be pretty big. He wondered, idly, if he might get Gabriel to tell him by confessing some of his past sins. Maybe later when they were alone.

To Tommy's shame, he found his penis responding more avidly than it had to Dakota's stroking, the head swelling rapidly, the pelvic contractions much stronger and increasing more insistently. The small, more masculine hand seemed to be responsible. He had flashes of Jesse as the one stroking him, Gabriel's mop cut making like look much like Jesse, especially as his head was bent down over his work. The though of Jesse jacking him made his dick almost thrum with pleasure, and then he was up on his toes, biting his lip and silently thrusting the air as a couple of small drops cleared his penis tip and landed in the water, with a third oozing out and dripping onto Gabriel's hand. "Yuck," Gabriel said, swishing his hand furiously in the water. "Told you that would happen," He took the shower wand and rinsed his hand carefully, then rinsed Tommy's genitals from about an inch away. As the delighted feelings inside Tommy subsided and his penis became so sensitive that the water trickling on it was almost unbearable, he was overcome with shame over his more powerful response to a boy stroking him, the fact that everyone had just seen the results of his orgasm, and the fact that they weren't particularly impressed. Dakota was smirking at his shrinking penis as if to repeat her earlier comment, "You got nothin'."

Chad ordered Tommy out of the tub and began drying him, but Dakota took the towel from him as he got to Tommy's waist and dried his genitals and butt herself, pawing him roughly as she did, then feeling his genitals and between his butt with her hand to verify that he was dry. "Beth says he has to get dressed in underpants and pajamas before he comes down," Chad said.

"You do it," Dakota said. "I've seen everything already, anyway." She went airily up the hall, turning as she went to call, "Oh, and Gabe? Beth says you gotta lead him by his dink," before ducking into the study. Shrugging, Gabriel took the orgasm swollen head of Tommy's swaying, sated tool and yanked him down the hall to his room. Once there, it took only a matter of moments for Tommy to slip into his underpants and then don his pajama pants and pull the top over his head. He felt better to be dressed, even if it was only to be temporarily. Even that momentary comfort was disturbed, though, as Gabriel reached over and parted is pajama fly, then carefully spread the fly of his clean white briefs and tugged his penis out through them, gripping it tightly to lead him downstairs. Making thing worse, the younger boy insisted that he put his hands behind his head as he walked, making the trip down the stairs seem precarious. As they started down, Tommy hoped that Gabriel would have the good sense to let go of his penis if he were to slip and tumble down on the stairs, but they made it to the bottom without incident, although not without Tommy sustaining a few painful yanks. Tommy's rectum still burned inside, and his butt hole felt violated. For a fleeting moment he felt sympathy for the boy he'd inadvertently invaded, but that thought fled just as quickly as he focused back on his own distress. He wondered what awaited him downstairs.