Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 90
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 90: Bald as a Baby's Behind

Chad was intrigued - fascinated, in fact. The way you're fascinated when you pass an accident, and EMTs are working frantically over someone slumped in a car. The way you're fascinated by a small animal corpse on the road, one so distorted it was hard to tell if it had been a possum or a cat. And he had a close-up view of this particular fascination, because he was sitting on one of Courtney Snetch's outstretched legs. Jimmy was next to him, sitting on the other leg. S. F. was opposite him, sitting primly in his Sissy Boy skirt on one of Courtney's extended arms, sitting like a boy with his legs unchastely open and way too much of his briefs with their huge crotch bulge visible from Chad's position. Rounding out the scenario, Randy Martinez was perched on the other arm, his fat ass pinning the girl to the carpet quite thoroughly. Courtney was wriggling madly in between, moaning as the Coke enema burned her rectum and begging to be allowed to go to the bathroom. Alan, Jeremy, and Matty were standing on Chad and S. F.'s side, watching proceedings, the two younger boys with interest, Alan with a visible look of distaste. Mrs. Git was standing behind the two younger boys, her arms almost possessively on each boy's shoulders. Courtney's mother was leaning over her from Jimmy and Randy's side. After ordering Courtney to lie on her back with arms and legs outspread and settling the boys on her appendages, she'd crouched next to the boys and pulled a casserole dish up next to her.

"This is what they call a roll on wax kit, gentlemen," she said. "You've probably never seen one—it's a girl thing.

"A most memorable girl thing," Mrs. Git put in. "I can't stand waxing, myself."

You heat these rolls of wax in the microwave until they're quite soft and warm, then you just unroll them and press them onto the hair you want to remove," Mrs. Snetch continued. The boys had watched in fascination as she'd taken small rolls of muslin-backed wax and unrolled them, pressing them on both of Courtney's inner thighs right next to her pubic triangle. Next, she'd placed strips down either side of Courtney's vaginal opening, covering it completely, and spent some time pressing down thoroughly on the muslin. Courtney, already moaning about the burning in her rectum, began complaining about the heat of the material on her privates.

"Hush," her mother said forcefully. "You'll have more to complain about in a moment." Courtney didn't hush, of course, but kept wiggling and moaning, her butt clenching and her head moving from side to side. Chad couldn't decide if he was unhappy that his close up view of her genitals was now blocked, or slightly relieved that said view was no longer feeding his fantasies.

"They'll cool in a moment," her mother said. "And then, believe me, I'll take them off."

"Oh, yes, dear. She'll take them off all right," Mrs. Git added.

They'd all sat there in silence for a long few minutes, then Courtney's mother had leaned over her and probed the wax patches on her thighs. "I think we're ready. Boys, hang on - it's going to be a bumpy ride." She reached down, grabbed one end of the strip on Courtney's right thigh, and yanked.

There was a soft ripping sound as the patch tore off. Courtney froze for a moment, then arched her back, clenched her butt tightly, and began thrashing wildly as she let out a high-pitched squeal that had half the boys reaching to cover their ears. Chad and Jimmy, especially, had trouble hanging on as Courtney strained and tried to kick them off, but S. F. had no easy time of it, either. Only Randy Martinez rode out the episode with any ease, his fat butt firmly pinning Courtney's arm despite her frenzied escape efforts. Courtney's shrieks peaked and then declined to whimpers and moans.

"One down, 3 to go," Courtney's mother said matter-of-factly. "We'll have your little popo as smooth as a baby's bald bottom in no time."

The boys all looked at the spot the wax had been moments before. The small, downy hairs that had trailed down Courtney's thigh from her privates was gone, the skin completely smooth. It was also mildly pink in irritation, like a very mild sunburn. Courtney's mother grasped the muslin on the opposite thigh firmly.

"Nooooooo!" Courney wailed. "Noooooooo!" But there was a second soft ripping sound, and the second tape came off, and a second pink, smooth, creamy thigh was bared. Courtney thrashed harder this time, and almost threw Chad off, but her cousin Jeremy jumped on her leg behind Chad just in time and Chad was able to regain control. Courtney's mother held the strip up and looked at it as Courtney's squeals began diminishing again. The boys also looked, fascinated by the hairs now embedded in the translucent wax, the tiny bulbs of the roots projecting.

They waited several long moments as Courtney calmed down. "Now for the big ones," Courtney's mother said. "I'm afraid picnic time is over, Courtney, and it's time to get serious. Pubic hair is thicker and has deeper roots. Try not to scream too loudly, dear. I already warned the neighbors that it might get noise over here, but there's no need to disturb them unnecessarily." And with that, she gripped the bottom of the strip down the right side of Courtney's vulva and yanked with all her might.

Courtney's wail was unearthly. She thrashed, she screamed, and she trembled with all her muscles tensed. Chad, who'd been watching closely, was amazed at how the opening to the girl's vulva had actually stretched before yielding its hair, the pink skin left behind as bare and bald on that side as the girl's own butt had been. This time, Matty had to contribute his own weight to Courtney's other leg, and he and Jimmy had to cling with all their might as Chad and Jeremy did the same on the other side. Only Alan was uninvolved, standing opposite Courtney's mother and watching with unreadable eyes, as even Mrs. Git leaned over and put her hands on Courtney's shoulders to help hold her down. In the process, Courtney somehow got her left hand up his skirt and against S. F.'s butt, and was clutching a thin, boyish butt cheek through the cloth of his thin briefs, and S. F.'s pained protests were added to Courtney's squeals.

Without waiting for Courtney to calm down or warning her this time, her mother yanked the muslin strip off the other side of the still squirming girl's pussy, and the boys were off for another ride again. But as he was tossed about, Chad kept his eyes on the now bald patch between the girl's legs. Her vulva flexed and pursed and looked like an opening and closing mouth, parting as she thrust upward, closing as she tensed her legs and tried to kick loose. The dark pink flesh inside gapped and closed over and over, several times opening enough that Chad could see the glistening of moisture inside. He expected the visible tunnel he'd seen in Chandra several weeks before, but saw only the glimpse of an opening, much smaller than he'd seen on the other girl, like the tunnel was closed by a flap of dark pink skin. But he only caught a glimpse, and then her vulva was tightly closed again, and he had to hold on to keep from being unhorsed as she tried shifting her hips from side to side. She tired quickly, though, finally stopping, panting through her mouth while snot bubbled out of her nose, much the way shot had bubbled out of Jimmy's nose when he'd been whipped on the horse, Chad thought.

It was only once she'd stopped, still whimpering, that Jimmy shifted so that his butt was on her leg and his knee resting on the carpet. All at once he was on his feet, staring with horror at his pants leg. .

"She pissed herself!" Jimmy said indignantly. "It's all over the carpet!"

The other boys immediately looked, S. F. and Randy having to crane their necks. There was, indeed, a foul, wet spot on the carpet under the girl's bare bottom. Courtney, Jimmy's weight of here knee and lower thigh, was now capable of moving her leg more emphatically. Matty, who'd been sitting with his bare butt astride her ankle, his small sack resting on her ankle bone, in fact, suddenly found himself being back and forth on the carpet as if he was astride a bucking pony. He clasped both arms around her calf to hold on. "Help!" he squealed. Jeremy jumped off Chad's side on onto Matty's landing on Courtney's thigh and pinning it down again. He leaned over with interest and looked at his cousin's now bare crotch, studying the pink folds that bisected it. "Where did the pee come out?" he asked innocently. "Out of the little peenie thing?" He poked his cousin's clitoris.

His aunt looked at him. "That's right, I suppose you don't know," she said. "You don't have any little sisters are younger girl cousins, do you? Well, I suppose now's as good a time as any to remedy your ignorance. Yours, too, Matty. If you'd be so good as to take your seat again, young man," Mrs. Snetch added to Jimmy. Jimmy was still looking with distaste at the wet spot on his trouser knee. "Oh, don't worry about that," she added. "It's just a little pee. It'll dry soon. Parents get peed on all the time, especially from you boys - you're regular water fountains every time you're changed." She waved at Jimmy dismissively. Jimmy, looking miffed at having his concerns dismissed, grudgingly got down again and took Jeremy's place. "Cover over here, boys," Mrs. Snetch said to her nephews. She lined Jeremy and Matty up on either side of Courtney's hip bones, so their faces were right above Courtney's crotch. "This is a girl's vulva," she said, pointing to the bare crotch structure of her daughter. "It comes from the same tissue as your scrotums." She pointed to Jeremy's small, dangling little bag under his droopy, pointed penis. Jeremy looked embarrassed as all the people in the room, including Mrs. Git, looked at his scrotum. "See how the skin looks the same texture?" she added.

Matty was holding his penis against his belly to look down at his own scrotum and compare it to the spot between Courtney's legs. He looked doubtful.

"The little bump you were pointing to at the top of her vulva, what you called her 'little peenie,'" Mrs. Snetch said, "is actually her clitoris. The clitoris is really sensitive, like the tips of your penises, and feels just as good to touch and rub. Girls often touch themselves there, just like you boys often touch your penises."

Jeremy looked at the floor, appearing like he was wishing he wasn't there. But Matty looked up from where he was still holding his penis out of the way of his scrotum. "They do?" he asked incredulously. "Just like Jeremy and me? How? It's too little to get their fingers around! Does it get big like mine does?"

"One question at a time," Mrs. Snetch said. "A girl's clitoris can get hard just like you boys' penises do, but it won't get any bigger when it does, or not much bigger anyway. Girls rub their fingers over the clitoris, they don't hold between their thumb and forefingers like boys do their penises."

"Jeremy closes his fist around his when he does it," Matty chirped. "Then he moves his hand really fast. I tried that but it tickles too much, so I just kind of spank mine." He illustrated by taking his right hand and gently but quickly batting the underside of his penis (which had hardened during this conversation).

"Shut up!" Jeremy protested. He looked wildly around the room. "There's people here!"

"They're just boys like us," Matty said cheerfully. "They probably play with their peenies, too." He was batting his penis unselfconsciously and somewhat more urgently now. His aunt reached over and firmly took his hand away from his genitals.

"Stop that," she ordered. "I will not have you pleasuring yourself to your cousin's nude body. It isn't right. Stop it this instant or I'll paddle you right now."

Matty froze and carefully took both hands and, with great care, put them behind his back. His little pointed penis, the head sticking half out of the foreskin, bobbed in mid air in front of him. His aunt turned back to her demonstration. "You asked where the pee comes out of girls, and that's a good question. It's actually quite hard to see, because it's inside." She placed a hand on either side of Courtney's slightly writhing pussy and separated the lips, exposing the pink, glistening vaginal platform inside. She pointed to the top, just under the clitoris, at a slight knot of tissue. "This is Courtney's urethra, right here," she said. "What you boys would probably call her pee hole. That's where the pee comes out of girls."

"Then what's the bigger hole underneath?" Matty asked. Chad and the other boys were also craning their necks to stare - to Chad's surprise, what he'd thought he'd seen earlier was confirmed - most of Courtney's vagina was closed up by pink tissue, with only a small hole visible. Small, but bigger than her closed urethra, of course.

"That's Courtney's vagina," her mother said. "All girls have a vagina rather than a penis, like you boys do. When a girl gives birth, the vagina is where the baby comes out."

"How could a baby come out of that?" Matty asked. "It's too small!"

"It stretches a lot," his aunt said. "But it hurts quite a bit to stretch it - that's why it's hard having babies. Courtney almost ripped me in half."

"Oh," Matty said. His penis continued to dance, fully hard, in front of him as he looked down at his cousin's spread pussy. Courtney continued to writhe and to beg to be allowed to go to the bathroom.

"My daughter is still a virgin, at least," her mother said.

"What does that mean?" S. F. asked Jimmy in a stage whisper.

"It means she hasn't had sex there," Jimmy answered. "She hasn't had anyone's dick in her, or she'd be stretched out big enough to let one in. Unless it was a really small dick."

"Boys your age don't," Mrs. Snetch said. She knocked her knuckles against Matty's head for emphasis.

"Owww," Matty complained, ducking his head.

"I mean it," his aunt said. "None of you boys should even be thinking about sticking your dirty little penises in girls at this age, and not for many years yet. You're too young for adult games like that. And if you two even think about doing something like that with anyone, I'll beat your little things until they're so sore you can't touch them, let alone stick them anywhere!"

"Yes ma'am," her nephews said quickly, S. F. joining them. Chad and Jeremy looked at him and he looked away sheepishly.

"Well, it's a sin," he said. "You don't lie with females until you're married." Jimmy rolled his eyes. Chad found himself trying to picture, just for a minute, pulling his pants off and then lying, naked, on top of Courtney just as she was, and then guiding his hard penis into her partially obstructed vaginal opening. And in that instant he realized he was hard, rock hard and straining. He forced himself not to look down, in hope no one would notice.

Actually no one did notice, and if Chad had thought about that, he'd have been humiliated all over again. But Mrs. Snetch had a mental image of boys their age as having almost adult organs, organs like S. F.'s, which could clearly be seen in outline at the moment through his briefs, because he was sitting with a most unladylike pose with his skirt hiked up and his legs spread as he held Courtney's arm down. Chad's organ, hardly bigger than the prepubescent Jeremy's and Matty's, just didn't register on her senses.

"Gross," Matty finally concluded. "Girls are all wet and icky inside."

Jeremy, who found himself of a different opinion entirely, was embarrassed to notice he was also getting a hard-on. His little penis began rising visible on its own, until it as standing straight out and bobbing with his heartbeat, an almost perfect mirror of his brother's on the other side of Courtney. His aunt looked at her two aroused nephews with distaste. "I think you've seen enough," she said. She let go of Courtney's pussy lips, which didn't close entirely but remained slightly parted, her vagina winking at the boys as she writhed on the floor moaning.

"You boys can probably can get off her now," she said. "We're done with this operation."

The boys scrambled off Courtney's limbs, and she immediately curled into a fetal position clutching her crotch with both hands, whimpering, the shameful wet spot she'd produced abandoned behind her butt attesting to her loss of control under the pain of pubic waxing. Chad admired the girl's smooth, bare butt for a moment, then glanced up and caught Jimmy staring at it as well. Jimmy in turn noticed Chad's look and grinned. "Great show," he commented. "Glad I didn't miss it."

Chad immediately looked around to see Mrs. Snetch's reaction, but she'd gone into the kitchen, taking Mrs. Git with her. No wonder Jimmy was feeling bold. Alan kicked at the huge wet spot in the carpet, looking at Courtney like she had some sort of contagious disease.

"She ought to be the one called Whizzer, not you," Jimmy announced. "She pees like a racehorse."

"What's with you and horses," Alan snapped back. "She pees like a horse, S. F.'s hung like a horse, Mrs. Rose has a nose like a horse..."

"All true," Jimmy said. "And Randy snorts like a horse when he laughs."

S. F. blushed and looked away.

"She might be hung like a girl racehorse," Randy said seriously. He'd walked around to where he could see Courtney from behind. With her legs pulled up, her butt was spread and her haunches framed her plugged butt hole, the bottom half of her vulva visible underneath. "Girl horses look at lot like that from the rear." He pointed to Courtney's hindquarters. "I mean, you can see their stuff like that, too, when they switch their tails. They look a lot alike." Chad looked at him curiously. "My dad takes me to the races," he said. Chad continued to stare. "Hey, you'd look at them there, too - there's nothing else to do," Randy complained. "Besides, you ought to see them when they take a dump! They've got butt holes as big as a sewer pipe!"

Mrs. Snetch returned with a pitcher of lemonade, and Mrs. Git with a tray of cups. "I believe you boys could use a break," she said.

"But I have to goooooo!" Courtney wailed from where she writhed on the floor. Both hands were clutching her butt now. "It burns so bad!"

"And do you think chubby over there burned any less when he got his? That was your doing, you know," Mrs. Snetch chided. "When the boys have finished their lemonade, I'll have someone take you to the potty."

"Someone?" Jimmy said, his eyes lighting up.

"Who took the chubby one to the potty when he was punished?" Mrs. Snetch said.

"Emily did," Chad replied. "But S. F. and Randy and I took Emily when she got punished today.

"Then you three can take my daughter," she said.

"Can't we go, too?" Matty asked. "We want to watch!"

Mrs. Snetch looked at her nephews' still stiff little dicks. "I don't' think so," she said. "I think you two need to calm down for awhile. In fact, hold your glasses against your little hoo-hahs when you're not drinking - it'll help cool you down."

Matty immediately lowered his ice-cold glass to his genitals, pressing the cold vessel to his turgid flesh. "Ooooh, that's cold on my peenie!" he moaned.

"That's not big enough to even call a little sizzler," his brother said, slowly pressing his own drink to his almost equally sized organ. Matty ignored the insult.

The other boys stood around self-consciously sipping lemonade, and Courtney kept moaning on the floor. She was now digging her fingers into her butt right around the butt plug.

"Perhaps you'd better make her stop that," Mrs. Gitt suggested. "She might actually get it out, and then we'd have quite a mess."

"I doubt she can," her mother said, sipping lemonade herself. "But if she does, I'll simply rub her face in it." She drained the last of her glass, and looked around the room. Her nephews' now frigid little penises had shrunk to little buttons on their crotches, their tiny balls pulling into their bodies. "Better," she said. "Now we'll go on with the festivities."

Tommy knocked on the doorway of what he hoped was Wayne's apartment. He wasn't exactly sure, now, that this was the number Wayne had given him, so he was greatly relieved with the door opened an inch and Wayne was looking at him through the crack allowed by the safety chain.

Fingers, it's you!" Wayne said theatrically through the crack in the door. "You were supposed to call. I've been worried."

"Well, I'm here now," Tommy said. "Let me in."

"How come you didn't call?" Wayne said accusingly.

"You want me to shout it to the neighbors, or you going to let me in?" Tommy asked. Wayne responded by slamming the door shut in Tommy's face. Tommy was wondering what to do next when there was a scrabble of chains being removed, then the door opened.

"Get in, quick," Wayne said, grabbing him by the arm and hustling him in. He half dragged Tommy down an immaculate hall and into a boy's room at the end. The house smelled of garlic and of some flowery scent. Tommy let Wayne hustle him along - it still felt like he had something crammed up his butt, and walking normally was difficult. Wayne pulled Tommy over by a bed made with perfect hospital corners and sat down very carefully. "Don't muss the covers," he said, pulling Tommy down beside him.

"What was that all about at the door?" Tommy asked.

"When Gram's out, the lady across the way kind of watches over here," Wayne explained. "She's kind of a busybody. If she saw you going in, she'd be over her in seconds, knocking at the door and barging in."

"So did she see me?" Tommy asked.

"So?" Wayne finally said. "What's the deal with that disk?"

Tommy was thinking fast, trying to work out a plan that he'd begun to form in the older boy's apartment.

Wayne brightened. "Really?" he said. He jumped up. "I put it right here," he said. "With my music disks, so Gram wouldn't get suspicious. She's naked? Let's look at it!"

"You can't," Tommy said, grabbing Wayne's hand as he reached for the disk. "You have to have a password," he added, hoping that Wayne would believe him and not check for himself. To his relief, Wayne stopped reaching for the disk.

"How do we get the password," he asked.

"Well, he said..." Tommy tried to look unhappy, even though his heart was dancing. This might work! "He said... he said that he still wants you to be humiliated one way or another."

"Oh," Wayne said, disappointment painting his whole body. "I was hoping... that I wouldn't have to .. you know. Let him..." he trailed off, looking miserable.

"But, um, he did suggest something else," Tommy extemporized. "Um, he, um, he said he might be interested in a deal,"

Wayne didn't appear to notice Tommy's nervousness or hesitation. "A deal?" he said. "What sort of deal?"

"Well, you know what he wanted," Tommy said.

"Yeah," Wayne said, hesitating. "But..."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tommy said. "No boy wants to take some guy's cock up his butt."

"Tommy!" Wayne looked distressed. "Do you have to be so... so...."

"Truthful?" Tommy suggested.

"Graphic," Wayne said. "That's what Gram says is wrong with the world today - too graphic. She says it wouldn't hurt people to talk around stuff sometimes."

"She's not here, is she?" Tommy countered. "Aren't we alone?"

Wayne sighed. "Yeah," he said. "She left a note saying she'd be out until after 7. There's a sale across town, and she'd going there with some other old bat she knows. Then she said they're going out for dinner. She calls it the 'girls' night out.' Like they're not about a hundred years old. She left me food in the fridge - I'm supposed to heat it in the oven for 20 minutes." He wondered why he was prattling so.

Tommy looked at a digital clock on Wayne's very neat, dust free nightstand. The whole room was too neat - it gave him the heebie-jeebies. "So we've got more than 2 hours," he said. "Plenty of time to work it out." A plan was forming in his head. An iffy plan, but one that was already making him tingle with excitement. "But look, we can't work it out if I can't talk about it. Look, the fact is, the kid wants you to have to take a guy's cock up your butt, or to have to suck a guy off. He's very clear about that. Says you need to be taken down a peg. And he says that if you don't do one of them, he's going to get the pictures from Aiesha, and then he'll give them to your grandmother."

"But I can't...." I mean, I can't! I can't take him in my mouth! He's gross and disgusting - I'd throw up."

Tommy thought about the boy's hard dick in his mouth. Not really, he thought. Not gross or disgusting. Clean - spotless from the shower. And kind of nice - rubber and hard, and it was exciting to feel the effect he was having on the other boy. Well he wasn't telling Wayne that!

"And I can't do the other thing, either!" Wayne continued. "I've been thinking about it all the time you were gone! He's big - bigger than that kid in your brother's class! You know, the one who went around with his thing hanging out at lunch today! And that kid's thing was huge! He'd tear me in half! What if this kid's thing is that big!"

"Oh, God," Wayne wailed. "I can't do it!" A tear actually trickled out of one of Wayne's eyes, then out of the opposite eye. He looked at Tommy in desperation, eyes glistening.

"But you said you can't not do it," Tommy said. "Remember? Your grandma cutting your nuts off and all? Unless that was just some wild tale you dreamed up."

"No, she'd do it," Wayne said seriously. "Probably not herself, but she'd pay the doctor to do it. I've seen it online - people who get their nuts cut off. They're called eunices. Like the girl's name. 'Cause it makes them into a girl, I suppose. They take a knife, and they cut a slit in each side of the sack, and then the nuts come out through the slit, and then they grab them and pull and this cord comes out behind them, and they just throw them away. In a bucket. And then the guy hasn't got any nuts."

Tommy had never heard of such a thing, and had no way of knowing that in the process of following up on eunuchs, Wayne had followed a link demonstrating pig castration in an Internet movie. The resolution was of cell phone quality -- poor enough that Wayne never even noticed the difference between the tight scrotum of the pig and the purse-like bag of humans, and he'd been so sickened by the film he'd clicked off of it without noticing his error. Now he looked at Tommy with a hint of terror in his eyes. Tommy, afraid Wayne was going to become hysterical, felt it was time to start his reassurances. Wayne had the bait, now to sink the hook.

"So he offered me a deal," Tommy said. "The first choice you've already heard. You go up there right now and he takes you in the mouth or up your butt. When he's done, he'll give us the password to the disk. He says he just wants you taken down a peg, and when he's done he'll be satisfied. He won't tell anyone, because that might make him look bad. But he wants it so that every time he looks at you, you know what he did to you, and he'll know you know. That's what he said. So you do it once, and that's it. Then we can use the naked pictures of Aiesha to blackmail her into not showing the pictures of you jerking off to anyone. We probably can't get her to delete them, but with us having our pictures, she won't be showing your pictures to anyone. It's like a standoff."

Wayne grimaced, but he nodded grudgingly. "Yeah," he said. "But I... it's just... he... he's big, and I..."

"You think he'll hurt you 'cause his cock is big," Tommy said.

Wayne twisted his head both ways. "Not so loud!" he hissed. "What if someone hears you?"

"We're alone, remember?" Tommy said. "For another two hours, anyway. Admit it, that's what you're worried about, that his dick will hurt your butt. Because you told me already you'd pick the butt, so you aren't worried about him shooting his stuff in your mouth."

"Yeah, I guess," Wayne said. "But maybe I was wrong. Maybe the mouth would be better. Maybe it will hurt too much, you know... up the bottom." He fell backward on the bed, looking at the ceiling. "I don't know what to do!" he wailed. The tears were coming freely now.

Time to reel him in. "He did say that there was another way," Tommy said.

Wayne, whimpering now, looked up, his face streaked with tears. "Another way?" he asked, his voice breaking.

"He said he didn't have to do it to you himself," Tommy said. "He offered an alternative."

"Calm down," Tommy said. "He doesn't want to punch you at all, not even in your precious nuts."

"Then what?" Wayne sniffed, puzzled. "What did he say I had to do instead?"

This was the tricky part. Tommy wondered if he could pull it off. If he didn't, if Wayne saw through it, he'd be in a seriously bad way. But if Wayne continued to act as naïve as he had so far...

"He said it doesn't have to be him that does it," Tommy said. "He just wants it done to you. In fact, he'd be happier if it wasn't him that did it. He said if I will come back and swear to him that I saw another guy do it to you, he'd be satisfied. But I have to swear in front of his computer - he's got some sort of lie detector thing."

"It's not about wanting to have sex with you," Tommy said. "It's a power thing. A dominance thing. It's showing that you're the low man on the totem pole. He wants you fucked, mouth fucked or butt fucked. He doesn't care who does it as long as you're really and truly fucked."

"Tommy!" Wayne said, shocked at his language. He looked around madly, then relaxed as he remembered they were alone. "Do you have to use the f-word?" he said.

"Stop being a baby," Tommy said. "All I'm saying is that doesn't have to be him," Tommy repeated. "It can be another guy. I just have to find someone to do you in the butt or in the mouth, and swear to him that I saw the kid do it to you."

Wayne stared, absorbing it. "You mean, I still have to pick someone? To do.. to do that to me? Like who?"

"I don't know," Tommy said, as if baffled. "Does your best friend have a little dick? Or some cousin? It'd have to be someone who wouldn't ever tell - someone you trust."

"I don't have a best friend," Wayne said. "I have friends, but we're not close. I'm not very popular."

"Well, if you don't know someone to suck or take up the butt so I can swear you did it, you'll have to do him, I guess. 'Cause I can't lie and beat the machine - I'm a lousy liar," Tommy said, trying to sound defeated. Actually, Tommy was becoming an excellent liar. Come on..., he said to himself. Come on, Waynie-boy. Take the bait and run with it!

"Yeah, but I can't just go up to some kid and say, 'I need to you to stick your - I can't a kid to - they' think I was nuts! Or gay! Or gay and nuts! And I'm not gay!" Wayne protested.

"But you need someone to fuck you in the butt," Tommy said gently. He tried to look thoughtful. "Maybe I could get my brother to help you out - he's got a tiny dick, you know, and he'd be gentle - he's had it done to him, remember? In his own classroom. That third grade kid, Joseph, got to do it to him, remember? He'd be careful 'cause he knows what it's like."

Wayne looked hopeful, apparently mentally considering Chad's well-known tiny cock in his butt rather than Aiesha's cousin's bigger organ. Then he looked depressed. "I can't," he said. "I couldn't stand it if anyone else knew. I trust you, but your brother would probably brag about it to his friends, and then everyone would know I took his - I let him—"

And time for the net, Tommy thought. "Hey, maybe..." he said. He hesitated. "Naw," he finally added.

"What?" Wayne said.

"Nothing," Tommy said. "I don't think I could."

"Could what?" Wayne said.

"It's stupid," Tommy said. "It's not possible, anyway."

"Come on, Tommy," Wayne whined. "Tell me! Whatever it is, I'll do it."

"I just thought - never mind, it's dumb," Tommy said.

"Come on, tell me!" Wayne whined. "If you've got an idea, spill it! I'd do anything to get out of this!"

Tommy tried to look hesitant; 'Yes!' he exclaimed inside his head. "I just thought... maybe...I mean, since I have to swear to it, I have to see you get it, anyway... I might as well... I might as well... well, you know," Tommy trailed off theatrically.

Tommy let the silence hang a beat. "Okay," he said quietly. "Because we're friends now. I'll do it. I'll do it, and I'll be gentle, and then I'll go swear to the kid I did it. And I won't tell anyone, ever."

"Okay," Wayne said, a little huskily. "Okay."

They stood there awkwardly for almost a minute, Wayne carefully not looking at Tommy, Tommy trying to look just as shy and worried. In his pants, his erection had reached gargantuan proportions, and his heart was beating wildly.

"I just know you wouldn't - would you? I mean, shit," Wayne said. "This is not good."

"So," Wayne finally said. "So."

"So," Tommy echoed, also looking at the floor.

Suddenly Wayne looked up, and his face had taken on a look of determination. "So how are we gonna do this?" he asked, words falling all over each other, his voice higher than normal. "And where?"

Tommy looked at the perfectly made bed, the spotless floor, and the room with everything in its place. "You have your own bathroom?" he asked, nodding at a promising looking door off of Wayne's room.

"Yeah," Wayne said. "Gram says it's not fitting for males and females to share a bathroom."

"Good," Tommy said. "Let's take a shower."