Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 85
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 85: You Can't Go Home Again

Fortunately for Chad, both his pants and his underpants were dry before the end of school day. So when Mrs. Rose returned his clothing and commanded him to dress himself, he calmly stood beside Emily's chair, where he'd been sitting, and unselfconsciously dressed himself, not even caring when he flashed his bare butt hole at everyone behind him as he bent over to pull his underpants on. Jimmy Chen also was allowed to dress, although he did not don his underpants, which were still in Emily Git's mouth, forcing him to go commando for the time being.

Things were bit more problematic for S.F., as he no longer had any pants to put on. The spit he'd gotten on his underpants while being gagged with them had dried, however, and he gratefully slipped them on. He did so standing beside Emily's desk, because Mrs. Rose called him up to dress, and clearly expected him to do it there and then. So he dressed beside a now seated Chad, who pointedly avoided looking at his new friend.

Chad was feeling somehow odd wearing pants after a day of forced nudity. He was self-conscious of his penis pressing the cloth, feeling trapped and stuffy after a day of total freedom. Unlike Chad, S. F. was not comfortable putting on underpants in front of everyone. He faced the blackboard, and he tried to avoid as much anal exposure as possible by raising each foot up high enough that he could slip it into an underpants leg without bending over. He was oblivious to the fact, though, that in raising each leg, he inevitably bent his knee outward awkwardly to slip a foot into the small target of his briefs' leg hole, and in doing so, he flashed his butt hole to the class as effectively as if he'd bent over, and his dangling, pendulous, and still swollen sack as well, and even about a third of his penis, which was long enough to dangle below the sack. Thus, when girls behind them in the row burst into giggles and even unladylike guffaws, he was thoroughly puzzled as to what they were laughing at, looking behind him suspiciously, which only inspired more giggles. He was still puzzling over what was funny when he turned back to Chad's empty desktop where his socks and shoes were still sitting and realized that Emily had ripped his pants beyond all repair. He looked at Mrs. Rose questioningly, but she simply stared at him in stony silence.

"I don't have any pants to wear home," S. F. finally said when she continued to look at him without comment.

"And that is my problem exactly how?" Mrs. Rose snapped back. "If I remember your story correctly, you're the one who chose to take them off and give them to the individual who was untrustworthy. Has Mr. Git forcibly taken your pants off of you, I'd be inclined to suggest the school replace them. But as you took them off voluntarily and handed them to him, getting them replaced is you and your parents' responsibilities."

"But she said she'd hurt me!" S. F. pleaded. "She did hurt me."

"Read my lips," Mrs. Rose said. "Not my problem."

"But I can't walk home in my underwear!" S. F. complained. Mrs. Rose was getting that self-righteous look that presaged trouble. Chad tried to give S. F. a warning look, turning towards the other boy in and mouthing, "shut up!" but S.F.'s attention was turned completely to Mrs. Rose. A gleam had appeared in Mrs. Rose's eye.

"Fine," she said. "Then you will wear this." She stalked to her punishment drawer.

"Now you've done it," Chad muttered. Mrs. Rose poked around for a bit, then rose triumphant, carrying a folded up piece of dark cloth back towards S. F. S. F. took it automatically but with a puzzle air, and unfolded it.

"What kind of pants are these?" he muttered almost to himself, as Mr. Rose looked on, clearly enjoying the moment.

"No kind at all," Mrs. Rose snapped back. "They're another sort of attire entirely. Here, let me help you into them." She stepped forward, took the almost square piece of cloth from S. F., and held it in front of him, opening the top. "Step in," she ordered. S. F., used to obeying females automatically, stepped in with first one foot and then the other, and Mrs. Rose settled the garment on S. F.'s waist, stepping back to admire her work.

"It's a skirt!" Emily's cohort in crime, Courtney, suddenly burst out. "A girl's skirt!"

"Not exactly," Mrs. Rose responded. "It's a punishment garment designed for boys, not girls. The sort of thing that can be easily flipped up in back to gain access to a boy's naughty bottom at will. I save it for boys who need frequent lessons in deportment. It made underpants spankings easier prior to the board's decision to dispense with clothing entirely during discipline"

"It has something written around the waistband," Emily's cohort said, as S. F. looked in horror at his new garment. Courtney seemed, at least momentarily, to have forgotten that she was under an execution sentence of her own scheduled for that evening. "It's something boy. Silly boy?"

"Sissy boy!" the girl next to her suddenly shrieked. "It says sissy boy!"

"What!" S. F. said, aghast.

"That's what it says," the girl exclaimed. "Sissy boy!"

"Sissy Boy is a brand name of disciplinary clothing for boys," Mrs. Rose explained. "It's part of a set. It also comes with a frilly, flowered blouse, flowered knee socks, a quite fetching bonnet, and an option of either freely underpants with pretty pink ribbons or a pretty pink diaper cover. Of course they all have the brand name printed on them in pretty pink letters, just as the skirt does. And if I hear another peep of protest out of you, young man, you'll be wearing the entire ensemble home."

S. F. opened his mouth, and then shut it again. He looked down at the Sissy Boy skirt, wrinkled his nose, and then looked back up. Without another word, he leaned over and began putting on his socks and shoes. The bottom half of his underwear showed under the short skirt as soon as he bent down. He was glad to be doing something that allowed him to turn his face away from everyone. Because he was flushing red with embarrassment. As a boy only slightly taller and mildly thinner than Chad Henson, he'd always been self-conscious about his lack of size and manliness, and, because of his peculiar upbringing, he'd considered his suddenly larger genitals and pubic hair as a sign of shame rather than the asset most boys would consider them. He'd never been allowed to fight with other boys, or even assert himself vocally by his mother. In fact, he'd been soundly spanked for fighting back when a bully had taken his prized dump truck from his hands when he was only 4, spanked right there in the church playground, pants down and underpants clad butt exposed to the silently watching children and the gloating bully, and he'd been called a sissy in one form or another multiple times thereafter, by the same bully and other boys and girls as well. He was easily persuaded he might actually be a sissy. So the embarrassing punishment skirt, rather than enraging him as it might on some other boy, only filled him with confirmatory embarrassment that what he was would be proclaimed for everyone to see.

But S. F. wasn't the center of attention in his embarrassing skirt after all, despite his worries. Because next it was time to release Emily Git from the diaper table, and that was an involved process. S. F. sat obediently on his chair in his humiliating Sissy Boy skirt and watched with the other kids as Emily was prepared for her departure from school and the fate that awaited her at home and at the mysterious farm where she was apparently bound. First, as The Reverend and her mother looked on, Mrs. Rose extracted Jimmy's soggy boxers from her mouth, dropping the sopping wet mass of cloth into a large baggie that was passed to Jimmy, sitting in his own chair feeling strangely free in pants with no undies preventing his eternally horny dick from rubbing the rough school uniform cloth. Emily was silent after the gag was removed, working her mouth as if her jaw was dislocated, licking her lips, and swallowing repeatedly. Then there was a pause as Mrs. Rose and Emily's mother considered the possibility that Emily might try still another ill-fated attempt at fleeing into the neighborhood once released. At this point, The Reverend stepped forward. "Um, if I may make a suggestion, ladies," he intoned in the smooth voice that made hundreds of old ladies send him substantial parts of their retirement checks every month. "I have a device that might be of assistance here. Two devices, actually. If I may?' He smoothly opened his briefcase on Mrs. Rose's desk, bringing out, first, a pair of broad Velcro cuffs with a leather cord between them, and a pair of cloth-lined, closely linked cuffs. "First, I suggest hobbles and wrist cuffs for this miscreant, to be worn the rest of the evening except when they might interfere with the disciplinary activities suggested for this child. This will totally prevent the use of her hands for mischief, and limit her movements to a slow shuffle. We can put them on her once she'd dressed to leave the school."

Mrs. Rose cleared her throat. "As I have no clothing for Mr. Git, I would recommend that we can dispense with the dressing and install those restraints right now, Reverend. It is my opinion that leaving this school in her – I mean his, current state, will be very instructive for Mr. Gitt as well as for the other students in this school. And if he's a bit cold, perhaps he'll appreciate the value of good behavior all the more."

Mrs. Git nodded. "It think the child is fine the way she's currently dressed," she said, nodding at the totally naked Emily. "In fact, I believe she'll remain dressed as she is until we arrive at your facility, Reverend."

"Very good," The Reverend said. "Now, before we release her, I suggest that we take precautions by using a second device I only recently acquired and happen to have with me. It's a very special harness for recalcitrant wrongdoers to ensure their compliance when they must be moved." He reached into this briefcase again, this time extracting a shiny, curved, stainless-steel device which he held up for the ladies, and, at the same time, the class, to see.

The device was maybe 4 inches long, curved in a shallow U, with round, phallic knobs perpendicular to each end. An projecting set of forks emerged from one end with a pin in it, clearly designed for attaching something. The other end curved smoothly into the forward knob. "I have this rigged for children with feminine anatomy," The Reverend intoned. "For boys, this end removes easily to be replaced with a metal ring that circles boys' more prominent protruding scepters and jewels rather than slipping into the sacred garden." He pointed to the smooth end as he made this comment. Turning toward the briefcase, he removed a small tube and squeezed it, then rubbed lubricant on each knob. He held the prepared tool up to the class. "The harness hinges in the middle, between the knobs, for ease of insertion," he said solemnly, walking to lean over the still tied Emily, who was licking her dry lips as she fixated the evil-looking device with her glittering, almost black eyes. "This may stretch a bit and cause some pain," he announced, lining the knob on the pin end up with Emily's large, prominent, and now swollen and striped butt hole. Without delay he pushed firmly on the knob, and Emily's big, dark-brown butt hole gave, admitting the intruder as it stretched wide across the knob. Emily gasped and released a little squeak despite her determination to remain stoic. Further and further into her the cold steel knob went, until it was buried in her rectum up to the base, all 4 inches of the knob now hidden. Emily began breathing fast, trying to adjust to the intruder. The knob in her rectum tapered sharply at the base, so that her butt hole locked onto it spasmodically, shrieking its protest of the intrusion into her as it did.

The Reverend turned his attention to the forward part of the harness. Moving it smoothly on its hinges, he pressed the tip into the girl's open vulva, forcing the cold, lubricated metal knob firmly into her wet tunnel until the device locked with an audible click, the two knobs now pointed toward each other inside the girl, locking onto her. The harness was now a shiny silver collar running between the girl's legs and firmly locked onto the girl's anus and vulva. The Reverend turned to his case once again, returning this time with a telescoping metal handle that he extended, then attached to the end of the harness that projected past the anal knob with a smoothly working locking pin, and leaving it projecting from between her spread legs on the diaper table. Because the diaper table was directly in front of where Chad was seated in Emily's former chair, the handled ended up lying flat on his desk. Chad studied it, noting that it had two black buttons near the handle at the end. Wonder what those are for, he thought to himself. Several ideas came to mind, each more evil than the next. He hoped they did something bad.

Next, Emily's legs were unbound, and, when she remained jackknifed with her butt spread, The Reverend and Mrs. Rose each grabbed a leg and forced it down, stretching out Emily's cramped muscles and making her gasp aloud and then pant like a woman in labor. Before she could even get a handle on the cramping in her lower limbs, The Reverend had attached the hobbles to her legs, and her arms were being unbound and pulled behind her, to be cuffed tightly behind her back. The handle dangling down the front of the cart from between her legs was swung between her legs and pushed behind her as her mother and Mrs. Rose lowered her to her feet. The Reverend pushed the diaper cart back and gathered the handle up, holding it like a dog's leash, the handle emerging from between her legs right out of her butt crack.

It took Emily several minutes of shifting her legs and wobbling to get to the point where she could stand on her own, then the two women stepped back, leaving her standing on her own, naked, facing the class, legs hobbled and hands tied behind her. The front part of the harness emerged from and plugged her cunt, covering the lower part of her slit just under her overly large clit, and her stance was uncomfortable, both from the stretching the knobs were giving her asshole and cunt and from the width of the stainless steel bar connecting the two between her legs. With her arms tied behind her and her legs hobbled as well, Emily was just as helpless as she'd been tied on the cart.

"Let me explain how this works," The Reverend said to Mrs. Git. "The operator can communicate his or her wishes to the errant child directly by moving the harness. Move the handle this way..." (he demonstrated by moving the handle to his left), "and the child has no choice but to turn to the right." Emily, feeling the bar twisting her butt hole one way and the tunnel of her cunt the other, shifted herself so she was turned about 45 degrees to the left. "Move the handle this way, she goes left." The Reverend moved the handle smoothly the other way, and Emily had no choice but to shuffle to the left, following her invaded private parts. "Push forward, and she has no choice but to go forward with you or suffer severely." He pushed forward, and Emily winced and then moved forward, too, staring at a spot on the back wall above everyone's head. As she was now standing right beside Chad, he could smell the fear on her, and see her naked skin's sheen of perspiration, a product of the severe distress and trepidation she was trying hard not to show.

Emily's mother pulled back on the rod, and Emily shuffled backwards to keep her feet under her midsection, which was being totally controlled by the harness. "One more detail," The Reverend said. "You may need to unbind her for other disciplinary purposes, such as hand discipline, for example. You can continue to ensure her cooperation through the use of this button. It sends a painful electric current between the two knobs, shocking both the sacred garden and the passage of elimination. The sensation is one of internal burning, and the longer you hold it down, the more intense the burning becomes. This other button can be used for reward if needed. It causes a gentle vibration of the knobs which wanton children tend to find very pleasurable, even unto the possibility of receiving God's Glory if held down long enough. It's ideal for emptying over stimulated boys of their fluids, among other things. I wouldn't advise using that button this early in the girl's training, though – the possibility of its use should be reserved only for those who have truly shown signs of reform, or to reduce the ardor of boys for a period of time."

Emily's mother pushed down on the shock button decisively and without warning. Emily's red, raw, blistered butt contracted violently around the hard metal harness, and her groin above the intruding knob in her cunt pulsed violently, the muscles under the skin bunching and rippling as her cunt clamped down on the hard, intruding stainless steel. She let out a little screech that she quickly bit off as the button was released again, biting her lip and then panting like she'd run a marathon.

"Very good," Emily's mother said. "I like it. I may have to use that button quite a bit over the next few hours." She smiled sweetly, beaming around the room until she stopped at Chad, then giving him a little wink. "I'll just lead her out to the courtyard to that display platform she told me about a few weeks ago – the one this nice young boy was apparently displayed on after he was punished and received his oh-so-attractive bit of jewelry."

Chad blushed at the reference to his penis ring, but it was a proud kind of blush. Despite starting as a punishment, and a painful one, Chad's cock ring had become part of what made him special – it gave him a cachet of danger he hadn't inspired before. And it was also gratifying, if embarrassing, to hear that she thought his immature, undersized penis was attractive, even cute! He wondered if Cynthia thought his penis was cute, too. He wished he had the courage to ask her.

Shuffling uncomfortably, Emily was forced down the row past Jimmy and Cynthia and the rest of the class by the pressure on the harness clamping her butt hole and genitals. Jimmy reached out and let his hand run over her butt as she passed. Being a girl and feeling braver than Jimmy, Cynthia actually gave Emily's butt a sharp pinch in the center of one blistered cheek as she waddled past her. Mrs. Rose made no comment, so the rest of the row from both sides also took the opportunity thereafter to touch the naked, blistered girl's buttocks and feel the exposed parts of her cunt as she passed. Then they were out the door and gone, and it was time to line up for dismissal.

At the door, as the bell rang and children began filing out, Mrs. Rose stopped Chad, S. F. and Randy. "A word, please, gentlemen," she said in an ominous tone. Chad almost peed his pants but clamped down just in time. What had they done now? But Mrs. Rose merely had a message. "You three are instructed to report to the front of the school where Mrs. Snetch will be waiting to pick you up. The principal has already left word with your parents that your help in a discipline situation has been requested by one of your classmates' parents and that you won't be home until nearly bedtime." Chad looked at the classroom door, where Jimmy and Alan were standing just outside in the hall, waiting for him with curiosity all over their faces. "I, personally, did not approve of that decision. Discipline matters of this nature should not be for the viewing of oversexed, randy young males. But the parent's wishes override ours," she added.

"Mrs. Snetch?" S. F. said, puzzled. "Who's Mrs. Snetch?"

"Ms. Snetch's mother, of course," Mrs. Rose said. S. F. still looked puzzled. "Courtney Snetch?" she added. "Mr. Git's partner in crime?"

"Oh, Courtney!" S. F. said, still puzzled. "But why..."

"I have no more time for your questions and nonsense, young man," Mrs. Rose said in a preemptive tone. "And as I didn't approve of your participation in the upcoming procedure, I don't wish to talk about it further. Get yourselves out of my classroom, and take those two gawping males in the hall with you! And remember, tomorrow, after all this is done, I still will not hesitate the blister the bottoms of you three or any other boys who don't understand their place in my classroom! Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am," all three boys said at once.

"Good. Mrs. Snetch will answer all of your questions, I'm sure." Chad, S. F. and Randy almost ran to the door in their haste to leave, Mrs. Rose shutting it firmly and a bit too hard behind them.

"What was that all about?" Jimmy asked Chad. Alan stood behind him, questions all over his face, too.

"We're supposed to go with Courtney's mother after school," Chad said.

"Courtney? She's Bitchy's friend! Why would you want to go home with her?" Jimmy's voice was too loud for the public hall. Heads swiveled their way, and Chad made little shushing motions with his hands.

"I don't know," Chad said. "Mrs. Rose said the three of us had to go, that the principal had okayed it. She said it was a discipline thing."

"But she helped Bitchy try to frame you guys!" Jimmy said. "You're innocent! Why would you guys have to go for discipline?"

Alan looked thoughtful for a moment as the boys considered this. "She's the one getting punished," he finally said.

"Huh?" S. F. said.

"She's getting punished. Like at my house when Chad and I .." he stopped gracelessly. "I mean, she's getting punished at her house. And they want witnesses. To make it more humiliating." Boy, did it make it more humiliating, he thought I memory. " Like Mrs. Rose said in class this morning. She told Courtney that her mother said she was getting punished tonight, and that she was going to have people over to watch. Maybe even to help. I think she mentioned some boy cousins."

"Huh?" This time S. F. and Randy said it together.

"Really?" Chad said. "You really think that's it? She'd punish her own daughter in front of us?"

Alan looked at Chad with genuine exasperation. Think, idiot! His expression said. Think what happened to us! Chad's expression shifted as he recalled the recent past, the cousins invited to watch Alan, and himself, get stripped and bare butt punished, and more besides. The girl cousins – cousins of the opposite sex to make it more meaningful, and more humiliating. Him and Alan, standing with their butts visible, their genitals hanging out for the girls to see and ridicule. That could be it, couldn't it? His penis lurched in his pants at the thought of cute, trim, uppity Courtney being stripped and humiliated in front of him and the other boys.

"Wait a minute," Jimmy said. "What did you say about you and Chad and your house?"

"Nothing," Chad said quickly.

Jimmy glared jealously. Chad was supposed to be his best friend – but suddenly he had secrets involving this other new friend, secrets he wasn't sharing with Jimmy.

Chad, noting Jimmy's suddenly more stormy expression, thought quickly. "It was no big deal," he said. "You know I got my butt beat a lot when I got in trouble awhile back. One of the times was at Alan's house, that's all. On my underpants. With some girl cousins of him watching. That's it. He was just saying how he thought it was humiliating to get punished like that in front of people. Makes you feel like a baby."

Jimmy looked doubtful, but then Tommy came rushing up, with Wayne tailing behind, panting. "I had to catch you guys," he said. "But I had to make a detour." He didn't mention that the detour was to retrieve Beth's camera from the storage room. "Look, you'll have to tell Beth I can't come home until later. Got a school project. With Wayne."

"Tell her yourself," Chad said. "I've got to go to Courtney's house—the school already arranged it."

"What for?" Tommy asked.

"'Cause he's the luckiest dog in the universe," Jimmy said, forgetting about his questions concerning what had happened at Alan's house. "They all are, all three of them. They're going to get to go see Bitchy Junior get hers! Her mom will probably beat her bare-ass right in front of them." He elbowed Chad in the side, lowering his voice. "Bet you'll see the old vertical smile, front and back!"

Chad glanced around hastily. "Watch it!" he cautioned Jimmy. "Someone might hear you!"

"We're the only ones here!" Jimmy protested, but he lowered his voice.

 Tommy's heart skipped a beat. He'd forgotten about Dakota. Dakota would know there wasn't any video project! She'd bust Tommy, and then what? Beth would do something unspeakably painful and cruel to him, that's what. Something unimaginable.

"I'll catch up with you guys," S. F. said. "I gotta go."

"Go where?" Chad said.

"You know – I gotta go!" S. F. said, emphasizing the last syllable.

"He's gotta piss, stupid," Jimmy said. "So do I."

"I think we'd better stay together," Chad said. "We've got to find Mrs. Snetch."

"Then come on," Jimmy said. He headed to the boys' room, with S. F dogging his heals, the latter boy's legs looking bony and bare under the short skirt. Chad had no choice but to follow, Randy and Alan dogging his heels.

Chad and Tommy each checked themselves out in the mirror as Jimmy and S. F. bellied up to the urinals, Jimmy standing back enough, as usual, so that anyone looking his way could see his twisted dick. Wayne hung by Tommy, and Randy turned on a faucet and began washing his hands. S. F. pushed in tight to the urinal next to Jimmy, then fumbled with the skirt, trying to hold it up with one hand and pull the front of his briefs down with the other. Finally, exasperated, he pulled both the skirt and the underpants down to his knees and leaned into the urinal, looking remarkably like a little boy peeing that way, an illusion enhanced by the small size of his butt and the still visible marks of his Saturday spanking and paddling marathon. He was pulling the skirt back up again when an eighth grader walked in the door. Eyeing the mob of boys gathered around the sinks and urinals, his eyes immediately settled on S. F. "Hey, what do we have here? A chick in the shitter?"

S. F. moved over to the sink, trying to hide behind Randy and escape further attention. But the boy followed him. "Hey, Sissy Boy!" he said, reading the words on the skirt waist band. "What are you doing at the pissers? Shouldn't you squat to piss in that pretty outfit of yours?"

"Leave him alone," Chad said from the other side of the room.

"Yeah, leave him alone," Jimmy echoed. Tommy, standing behind Jimmy, edged away from S. F., and Wayne cowered behind him.

The kid spun and stalked over to Chad, turning to block the door, where Alan had been about to quietly slip out. Alan fell back almost to the corner of the room. The big kid poked an index finger at Chad. "You telling me what to do, hamster dick? A kid with balls like beebes is telling me what to do?"

Chad's voice stuck in his throat. This kid was big – as big as Joey and Big Sam! Maybe bigger. This kid could seriously hurt him!

"Hey, leave us all alone!" S. F. suddenly said, shoving forward to stand next to Chad. "We aren't bothering you."

"Now look who's talking," the boy said. He had an almost psychopathic leer. "A sissy boy in a skirt. We've heard from a hamster dick and a sissy boy. Who's next? You got something to say, fatso? How about you?" he said, turning to Alan. "You're that kid they say does queer stuff. I say they're right. You look like a queer to me. You got something to say, queer?" Alan flushed and looked like he wanted to sink into the wall.

"I do," a low voice from the doorway said calmly. Heads snapped around in startlement, Joey Turpin was standing by the door, leaning casually against the frame. He walked slowly toward the other big boy, letting the door shut firmly behind him. "You giving these boys a hard time, Dickwad?" he asked. He looked at Chad and grinned. "His folks named him 'Dick,' can you believe that? What kind of folks name their kids after their cocks? I wouldn't be surprised if his middle name wasn't Peter."

Jimmy snorted and burst into laughter, and S. F. chocked off a high-pitched giggle. The kid whirled on him. "You think that's funny, sissy boy?" he asked menacingly.

"I do," Joey said, stepping forward into the guy's face. "I think it's fucking hilarious. Almost as fucking hilarious as a dickwad like you calling my buddy here a sissy boy. Don't you remember this kid? Or is your brain as soft and mushy as your tiny cock? You've been drooling over his cock since lunch on Friday. This kid's cock makes your little worm look pathetic." He nodded at S. F. "Pull that thing down and show Dickwad, here how a real man is hung," he said.

"What?" S. F. said. It seemed he'd been asking that a lot, lately.

"You heard me," Joey said. "Show him."

S. F., who was more afraid of Joey than anyone except his mother and Mrs. Ardmore, almost fell over himself pulling the front of his skirt and his underpants down far enough so that the whole extent of his flaccid by still lengthy tool flopped out.

"Now that," Joey said. "Is a cock. Feast your eyes on the only kid in Jr. High whose cock is as big as mine."

The kid glared at Joey. "I ain't gay – I don't look at cocks, 'specially not little boy cocks too small to see. I'm not a fuckin' connoisseur like you are."

Joey's look, which had been rather open and friendly, hardened. "This is obviously a case of mistaken identity. You're confusing his cock with yours. Easy mistake. Allow me to enlighten you. Now this..." he pointed at S. F.s dangling tool. The small boy's balls were still slightly swollen, making his cock curve out over them and enhancing the apparent size of the whole package. "Is a real cock." He moved, and suddenly the other boy was kneeling in front of S. F., his arms yanked behind him and his face inches from S. F.'s dangling boyhood. "A closer look," he said "Can you see it now?" Joey asked pointedly.

The kid tried to twist his head away. Tranferring one of the boy's wrists to his huge right hand that was holding the other one, Joey took his left and grapped the back of the boy's neck, pinched, and forced it to turn back and lean in. "How 'bout now?" he asked. "Now can you see it?"

"Pull down his pathetic pants," Joey said to Jimmy. Jimmy, grinning, squatted by the boy, who tried futilely to twist away. Joey tightened his grip on the boy's neck and his struggles lessened. Jimmy popped the boy's button, yanked down his zipper, and yanked his pants and boxers to the boy's thighs. A pathetic, shriveled little dick came into view, barely sticking its pointed head out of a sparse nest of pubic hair. Underneath, the boy's snug balls were no bigger than those on Chad's brother Tommy. Jimmy burst out laughing.

"See, now that's what I mean," Joey said. Chad couldn't help staring at the boy's crotch, as did all the other kids, even S. F. The boy's penis appeared to shrivel even more under their gaze.

"Let me go!" the boy begged.

"You got no cock at all," Joey said. "I've seen girl with clits bigger than that. Now white-skinned bud, here, he has a cock. A cock that deserves respect." He paused. "I think you should kiss it," he added. "Show it some respect."

S. F. tried to back away, but the press of boys behind him prevented movement. "He doesn't have to do that," he said.

"Leggo!" the boy said, his voice more panicked. The back of his neck was bright red where Joey was squeezing.

"Kiss it and I'll let you go," Joey said. "Put a big ol' lip smacker right on the head." His muscles tensed and be began bearing down on the neck muscles of the boy. The boy's head moved forward as tears appeared in his eyes. He whimpered, his eyes white with fear now, his face red with humiliation.

"You don't have to do this, Joey," Chad said.

"Yes I do," Joey said. "Dickwad needs a lesson in respect." They could hear the strain in his voice as he bore down on the kid's neck.

The kid's resistance collapsed. He sagged forward, letting his lips touch the broad tip of S. F.'s soft cock. Joey held the boy there in contact for several seconds. S. F. could feel the boy's hot breath streaming around his boyhood.

"Now lick the tip," Joey said. "Lick it right across the piss hole." The boy must have been in terrible pain by that point, because his tongue flicked out and swiped across the broad head of the small boy's big tool. Joey squeezed harder. "I said, lick the piss hole," he said. The boy's tongue flicked out again, licking across the tight slit at the tip of S. F.'s soft cock. Joey abruptly released the kid. "Now get out of here, and you'd better stay away from my crew," he said. The other kid, Dick, tripped and fell, yanked at his pants, scrambled to get up, and tore out the door like his pants were on fire and the water barrel was down the hall. Joey turned on grinned at the shocked circle of smaller boys. "Scared the piss out of him," he said. "I could see it running down his leg as he left." He nodded at the floor, where, to Chad's surprise, there were little yellow puddles trailing out the door. Joey nodded at a frozen S. F., standing with his pants and skirt still held down in front and his genitals exposed. "You can cover that up now," he said. "It's very impressive, but we've all seen it already."

S. F. felt weak in the knees. These big, ruthless boys scared him with their dominance battles. His hands shook as he stuffed his genitals back into the tight confines of his underwear and rearranged the embarrassing skirt. Jimmy wiped his hands on a towel and turned to Joey. "What was that all about?" he asked. "How come you stick up for us?"

Joey actually grinned. "'Cause you're Chad's boy, and Chad's my bud," he said. He gave Chad a friendly little punch on the shoulder, and Chad staggered back and clapped a hand on the spot, trying to rub the feeling back into it. "You're all Chad's boys. Even you, little brother," he said, giving Tommy's shoulder a painful poke. "Besides, he's been getting uppity lately. Starting to think he can take me. This'll keep him down for a month or two. Every time he thinks of taking me, he'll remember himself kissing cock on his knees. It's what they call a deterrent." He strode toward the urinal, already fishing in his pants for his cock. His eyes lit on Alan and he paused in his efforts. "She do it, dude?" he asked.

Alan had to think a minute to realize what he was talking about, then remembered the bizarre encounter in the equipment room at lunch. "Yeah," he said.

"Was she good?" he asked. Alan didn't answer. Joey grinned and fished his cock the rest of the way out, turning toward the urinal. "I know what you mean," he said over his shoulder. "I've had gals with better tongues, too. But they expect you to wine and dine them. She just needs you to have a cock." He began pissing loudly and copiously. The boys quickly finished hand washing and began filing out of the room. Alan's thoughts were whirling. The thing was, he had had better. Just that weekend, that Jesse kid had been better. So had the cousin he'd experimented with, and a classmate from his previous school. But all of those had been people with genitals that dangled like his own, people who peed standing up. And he sure as hell wasn't telling Joey that.

By the time Alan was out the door, Chad was already half way down the hall with his entourage following, Tommy and Wayne on the left wing. Dakota and Gabriel were just outside the middle school door. It was one of the less crowded areas of the yard, with the bulk of the school kids outside being gathered at the far side around the platform where a naked, slightly shivering Emily Git was standing in her harness, displaying her raw butt and small, bare tits for her schoolmates to see. She stood as still as she could, ignoring the taunts about her small breasts, her nudity, and the harness plugging her anal and vaginal orifices.

"About time," Gabriel grumbled. "I wanna go home. This place is creepy – they have naked girls with not boobs standing in the yard, and boys getting naked paddled in class and being made to touch their peters in front of everyone, and..."

"Shut up," Dakota said. "You okay?" she said to Tommy.

Why wouldn't Tommy be okay? Chad wondered. Tommy tried to think of something to respond, but Wayne jumped in suddenly. "Tommy has to go to my apartment for awhile," he said. "We got a video project."

Dakota's eyes narrowed and she gave Tommy a long look. Suddenly, she nodded decisively. "Yeah, that's right," she said. "I forgot. The two of them have a video project. It got assigned today. You can help me tell your sister he won't be home until late. Maybe very late."

"What?" Gabriel said, looking distressed. "NO! Your sister's there! I can't be there without Chad!"

Dakota put both hands on his shoulders. "I'll be there," she said.

"But I want Chad!" Gabriel said, looking more distressed.

Dakota pulled him around to look at her. "I'll look out for you," she said, looking not at him but over her shoulder at Tommy, staring directly into his eyes. "I'll protect you from her. What you did to someone else isn't hers to judge, and she's already gone too far." Tommy blinked, then nodded. Gabriel, not even noticing where she was looking because he was looking at Chad, gulped and nodded, too. "Can you hurry home, Chad," he asked plaintively.

"I'll come as soon as I'm done," Chad promised. Tommy stared at Dakota, trying to read her expression. She walked closer to him, speaking in a low voice.

"You and I are going to talk later," she said. "You owe me."

He owed her? Well, of course he did. At least, he owed Gabriel, after mistakenly butt fucking him and ripping his butt hole Friday night. But Gabriel had paid him back, time and again. He'd paddled Tommy viciously in front of the girl scouts, squeezed his balls, run a soapy finger repeatedly up Tommy's butt, and finally butt raped him in return while Chad held him down. He'd made Tommy suck his little uncircumcised cock again and again and again. Gabriel had paid him back amply for his mistake. But what did he owe Dakota. Well, he'd raped Dakota's brother and hurt him badly. But then again, she'd also spanked him and smashed his balls since then. But she was oddly protective of her little brother – oddly, because if what Gabriel said was true, she'd actually participated in spanking him in the past. What he must owe her for was her silence today. He wondered what that would cost him.

But what alternative did he have? Whatever it cost, he'd pay it, and hope it wasn't too painful or embarrassing. "Okay, we'd better go," Tommy said. He turned and headed off with Wayne, not looking back. Chad nodded at his cousins. "You guys know the way home," he said. "Jimmy goes most of the way with you, and so does Cynthia. They'll look out for you."

"Don't be too late," Gabriel said.

"I'll be back before bedtime, I promise," Chad said. He pictured tiny little Gabriel waiting for him naked in the middle of Chad's bed, waiting to snuggle against Chad's front with Chad's little penis against his soft butt, waiting to guide Chad's hand to cup and protect his small genitals, to ensure that his tiny family jewels and rear entrance were protected while he slept. Chad almost grinned, realizing he was looking forward to being a comfort to his smaller cousin. Yeah, he'd be home before bedtime. Gabriel turned at Chad's nod and followed his sister across the lot, jostling around the crowd of children jeering Emily. Chad and the rest of the boys followed. At the school gate, right in the reserved parking space, he could see a woman standing beside a minivan, scanning the crowd. Courtney's silhouette could be seen hunched over in the front seat. She appeared to be crying.

"Are you Chad?" she asked as Chad approached. How did she know? Chad wondered. "One of the other children pointed you out as you came across the yard," she said by way of explanation. Actually, she'd picked him out from the principal's description. "Brown haired kid, smallish with a head too big for his body. Average build. Should be with a smart-alecky looking Oriental/American mix kid. They're always together. The other two should be with them, too. Look for a grossly obese Latino boy and the only boy in a skirt. Makes him easy to pick out.. That and he's whiter than white bread," the principal had said. "

"You're to come with me," Mrs. Snetch said. "They were supposed to tell you at school." She nodded at S. F. and Randy. "You, too, boys," she said. "I need your help with my daughter's discipline."

"I can come, too," Jimmy said suddenly. "I'm Chad's best friend. We do everything together. I can call my mom – I have a cell."

"Well," Courtney's mother said. She calculated briefly. "I have seven seats. Do you want to come help me out too, young man?" she asked Alan, the only other person standing there."

"I don't..." Alan began.

"Of course he'll come," Jimmy said. "Won't you, Alan."

"My Mom's waiting," Alan said.

"I'll handle that," Jimmy said. He swaggered over to Mrs. Delvecchio's car, where Alan had been pointing, just down the way from Mrs. Snetch's van in the regular parking spaces. He leaned in the window on the passenger side. "We're all doing a school thing at Courtney's house," he said through the window. "She'll bring him home later, okay?"

"A school thing?" Mrs. Delvecchio said.

"Yeah, all Alan's friends are in on it," Jimmy said.

Mrs. Delvecchio's heart melted, and her skepticism with it. Alan had friends! He'd always been such a loner, battling with his sexual orientation and so confused. Attracted to boys but afraid of their derision and rejection. And now he had friends? Who would have thought that humiliating a pair of boys together would create such a bond that it spilled over to where Alan had inherited the other boy's friends. She though fondly of the younger boy who'd stayed overnight just that weekend. She'd felt like a matchmaker, and when the boys had retired early and carefully closed Alan's door, she'd genuinely hoped that her son had found someone to help him adjust to who he was, and even that the two of them might find pleasure in each other. (In fact, she'd briefly entertained erotic visions of some of the things they might do, and found herself wishing she was young again). But her son had been silent the next day and negative to suggestions they invite the cute little guy over again, and the little guy had been silent and almost morose in the morning. She hoped it wasn't morning after regret, and she wondered if her read of their intentions had been mistaken. Yet she'd heard the two of them giggling in their long shower that morning, and had glimpsed, carefully cracking the bathroom door and then easing it closed again, her son and the other boy sporting healthy erections as the other boy soaped her son's back, thick lather on his buttocks suggesting where they boy's hands had been moments before. If she could just teach them to not be so embarrassed, and to enjoy pleasure while they were so young and virile.

"Okay," she said. "Behave yourself, son. And have fun." And she drove off with a wave at her son, who, to his consternation, was still trying to think of what to say.

"Come on," Jimmy said. "They're loading up. I'll call my mom on the way." And he half dragged Alan back to the minivan, where the other boys were piling in obediently and buckling seat belts. The last one in, Alan had no choice but to sit between Courtney's mother and the quietly sniffling girl, who had buried her face in her hands and was refusing to look at any of them.

"I can't believe you're doing this," she finally sniffled as her mother checked that all the doors were closed. "You're so mean to me!"

"Just remember," her mother warned as they took off. "You've brought all of this onto yourself. You're very lucky I didn't send you off to that religious fanatic's farm. That's where she's going, you know!" She hooked a finger at the figure of Emily, still on naked display in the school courtyard. "I knew she was a bad influence," she muttered. "And look what you did to these fine young boys because of her!" She reached across Alan and jabbed her daughter in the side. "I've never been so ashamed of you in my life."

Wayne led Tommy down unfamiliar streets in the opposite direction of Tommy's rout home, finally entering a treed courtyard surrounded by huge apartment structures. "Wait here," Wayne said, sounding a bit nervous. "I'll tell Gram I'm home." He paused. "Are you sure you want to do this? Aiesha's cousin's kind of scary."

"I can handle him," Tommy said. "You're sure he's home alone after school, right?"

"His mom works," Wayne said. "Look, I've got to check in or I'll get into trouble. I'll go tell Gram I'm here and going out to play, then I'll come back. She always goes shopping on Mondays after she's sure I'm home, so she won't worry if I don't come back right away." He turned to go, then turned back. "Asta la vista, baby," he said. Turning again, he scampered up the nearest staircase.

In moments he was back. "We have to go over into the next courtyard," he said, heading off to a far archway with rows of windows above it. He led Tommy through, then up a staircase, across a walkway, through another archway, then up to the third floor. He peaked around another arch, then beckoned Tommy forward. "Aiesha lives over there," he said, pointing across the way to the empty walkway. "Hurry through in case she's home already." They scampered together through the open space to another archway. "I bet she went to the Stop and Go," Wayne added. "She stops for pop a lot after school."

That's not all she stops for, Tommy thought. All that weight had to come from somewhere. She probably raided the place every day. Lost in that thought he almost collided with Wayne. "He lives here," Wayne said, pointing to the door in front of them. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he added. "What if he tells Aiesha?"

"What's the worst that could happen?" Tommy asked.

Wayne flushed. "You know," he said, looking at the ground.

"Oh, yeah," Tommy said. "She tells your grandma and you get neutered."

"Neutered?" Wayne asked.

"You get your balls cut off. You know, like they do with dogs and cats."

Wayne blanched. "You think she would?" he asked.

"Not really," Tommy said. Man, this grandma sounded scarier than his sister Beth. He raised his hand to knock. Wayne grabbed it.

"Wait," he said. "What're you going to tell him? You aren't going to tell him I'll—that I'll –"

Tommy was losing patience. Of course it would hurt if you let him take you up the butt, he wanted to shout at Wayne. You don't know anything about being butt fucked! You'd just let him ram it in and rip you up, and then your asshole would get ripped, and there would be scars, and blood, all that red, red blood oozing slowly down from the violated orifice...

Wayne didn't know squat about it. Talking stupid about how it would be better to be butt fucked than take a guy's dick in your mouth. Being butt fucked was 10 times harder. It hurt even when the guy's dick was small, like Gabriel's and Elvin's were. It hurt even when you used lube, at least the first time. Even Jesse had admitted it had hurt, although he'd also said he wanted to do it again. But it must get better, because Elvin seemed to like it. But Elvin put up with girls squeezing his balls and spanking his butt all the time, so could you go by him?

"Maybe Aiesha won't tell on me after all," Wayne said. "I let her see your thing, after all. Maybe we should go. If I talk to her, maybe she'll delete the pictures...

"Look, let me handle it," Tommy said. He shook off Wayne's hand and knocked firmly on the door. "She'll never erase the pictures, even if she says she will. Even if she does it in front of you. She's got copies on her computer already, or on a flash drive or a CD. You have to have something on her, so she can't use them or you'll get her back. And this guy has something on her, or she wouldn't be trying to force you to do stuff with him. We get what he's got, then we have ammunition to use on her."

The door swung open suddenly and slightly taller, broader-shouldered boy than Tommy stood there. He had on only long shorts, and was wearing a towel over his shoulders. His hair was long and damp and touseled looking. "I just got out of the shower," he said. He looked down at the two of them, blinking in the harsh light from the dark hall. "Yeah?" he said. He looked past Tommy and saw his companion. "It's Wayne the Stain," he said in a mocking voice. "You want something, assholes?"

"Your cousin Aiesha said..." Wayne began. Tommy glared at him and he closed his mouth.

"I have a business proposition for you," Tommy said. "Why don't I come in and we'll discuss it in private."

The boy's eyes narrowed. "What kind of proposition?" he asked, still blocking the door.

"Your cousin Aiesha suggested that you might be interested in something Wayne here might be able to help you with. I'm here to suggest a better deal than whatever she's suggested," Tommy said.

The boy's eyes narrowed further. "Aiesha say something about me?" he asked threateningly. "I don't like it when people shoot their mouths off, especially about me."

"Hey, I just want to talk business," Tommy said. "I think we can negotiate a better deal than what your cousin has offered.:

":Whattya mean, offered?" the boy said. He took the towel up and toweled his hair with it. His chest was broad and strong-looking. "I didn't ask her for nothing."

"I think you know what I mean. You don't want to talk out here," Tommy said. "Why don't we go talk about it inside. Where no one's watching, or listening."

"Your funeral," the lanky kid said. He stepped back from the door and turned and walked down the hall leaving it open and not looking back. Wayne started forward.

"You wait outside," Tommy said. "I gotta do this alone. If you're there he'll sense your fear."

"I wanna know what's going on," Wayne insisted.

"Look, I'll get you the best deal I can – I'll try my best to save your precious butt. But if that's the best I can do, that's what you'll have to do. At least maybe I'll get something on Aiesha in return, so you only have to do it once. "

"I ain't taking any guy's thing in my mouth," Wayne said suddenly, concern shading his face. "I just decided theat. I don't care if my gram cuts my thing off, I ain't taking in it the mouth. I'm not sure about the butt, either—I bet his thing is as big as kid's in your brother's class."

I bet it's not, Tommy thought. "Calm down and go away for awhile," he said aloud, making little placating motions with his hands. "Look, give me your phone number. I'll call you once the deal's worked out and tell you what you have to do. Maybe you won't have to do anything – maybe I can charm him, you know, guy to guy." Fat chance of that happening, he thought. But Wayne didn't need to know that.

Wayne actually had a card in his pocket with his number and address on it "For business contacts," he said as he gave it to Tommy, who stuffed it in his pocket.

"Now go away and wait for me to call," Tommy said. In the hall, the boy appeared again near a doorway.

"Are you coming or not?" he asked. "Shut the door either way." He disappeared again through the doorway.

Wayne licked his lips, as if he tasted cock on them already. His butt was tensed, too. "What're you going to do?" he asked.

Tommy grinned, suddenly remembering an old movie line he'd heard quoted over and over again on TV shows. "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse," he said. He turned and walked into the dark hall, shutting the door firmly between him and Wayne and hearing the click of the lock as it closed.