The Orphanage Boys Chapter 28

The Orphanage Boys Chapter 28
by Chadlad

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 28: Twenty-Eighth Floor: Pest Control

The sand in front of the other boy slowly dried over the next 15 minutes. Jake couldn't help studying the other boy's anatomy, so lewdly displayed in front of him. He was curious about other boys, not the way he was about girls, but still the chance to see another boy's private body parts was not a thing he could ignore. Sharing toilets and showers wasn't the same - you had to be careful to be seen not to be looking there, so you only got glimpses of naked dicks and muscular, flat, or fat butts from the corners of your eyes, and even then you didn't see the boys' other private parts. Tiny ball sacks were often mostly hidden by dangling little wieners, and you never saw another boy's butthole, where he pooped, at all. But Dinky's body was fully displayed; at least as far as his most private parts were concerned. He was sitting on the back part of his butt, his legs spread and his feet staked down with the heels against his butt and spread apart as far as they'd go, so that the other boy's butt crack was spread wide. As a result, the boy's butt hole was completely visible, surrounded by the red rash and pimples Jake had seen there before, in the dim light of the pig shed. Here in the open, the rash looked even more vivid, bright red bumps on his white skin. The boy even had pimples on the creases lining the tight slit of his butt hole. The hole itself was an angry, irritated red, far darker in color than the bright pink of his buddy Sam's much less disgusting orifice. Under his butt hole, the whole area of his buttocks against the ground was clearly red and bruised—Dinky had suffered a major damage just between his tailbone and asshole from Sister Mary Catherine, and it was easy to accept that he'd been kicked all the way to the office.

In contrast, the skin above the older boy's butt hole was white where it wasn't pimpled, up to where it joined the wrinkles of his tightly pulled up balls, balls that were completely visible because his dick was still hard and standing up. A visible ridge of skin knitted his ball sack together and ran on down to the top of the slit of his anus. The sack itself was red in contrast with the white skin between his legs, and slightly swollen, bigger than Jake's own also slightly swollen balls and bulging more against the tightly wrinkled skin of the scrotum. They had been sagging loosely when Jake had last seen them, hanging away from the boy's body in a much looser sack when Jake had eyed them fearfully while getting into position to take the boy's hard penis up his butt. But now they were tight, pulled directly up to the base of the member that had invaded Jake, their oval shape easy to make out under the wrinkled skin. The hard penis that had forced its way into Jake's butt stuck out above them, like a broomstick that had been carelessly plunged into the boy's body. Like the balls, it was bigger than Jake's own member, and different-looking because the head was mushroom-shaped, with no covering hood of skin. A darker line circled it behind the head about half an inch, a sharp contrast to the white of the shaft and the pinker color of the bulging head. Unlike Jake's and Sam's tightly closed slit, this boy's open pee slit in the front made a little "o" shape that allowed Jake to actually see a short way inside the tube that ran down the underside, an open hole that was darker pink than the rest of the member. The color reminded Jake of something, and it came to him quickly - it was the same color that Sam's butt hole was inside, when he'd seen it during the extensive time they were being iced in the infirmary and his buddy's hole had hung open, dilated by the cold and the pressure of the ice cones. Jake thought about the probing ants that were regrouping at the base of Dinky's butt crawling into that private place and quickly diverted his attention from that disturbing thought. Although it would serve the other boy right if an ant crawled in there, after what he'd done to Jake.

Jake moved his eyes above the bobbing shaft with its mushroom head and looked at the bare skin of the boy's pubis, where downy hairs had been when he'd last seen the boy. Dinky was now as smooth as Sam there, and as he himself was after the removal of all 5 of his prized pubic hairs. It made the older boy seem much more juvenile, like the bare-crotched little boys in the younger boys' dorm that they shared the showers with each morning rather than the thick bush of hair that the other older boys had. Dennis must be seriously behind the other boys his age in development to have graduated to the farm and still be this bald and still have genitals this small.

Jake was surprised by how far it seemed from the root of the boy's penis up to the boy's navel, a normal-looking innie much like his and Sam's on the boy's flat stomach. He'd been sharing showers with boys for days, now, surrounded by juvenile nudity, yet only now had it struck him that belly buttons were really not nearly as close to penises as they seemed when he looked down at his own when he was naked.

"What are you looking at, fuckface?" the boy suddenly snarled, startling him.

"Nothing," Jake said, quickly looking away.

"You like my dick, don't you?" Dinky said. "Admit it. You want to suck it like you suck your little queer friend's. You probably suck dick all the time."

The horror on Jake's face revealed that this was the farthest thing from his mind. But the boy ignored his honest expression. "Come on over," Dinky said. "Give it a good suck. I won't tell nobody. I know you want it." Jake couldn't help looking at the boy's dick, the way that your eyes are drawn to a horrid accident. He shuddered at the thought of taking that thing, with its open pee hole, into his mouth.

"Here come the ants again," Sam said, a welcome interruption to Jake's thoughts and Dinky's disturbing comments. Dinky stiffened and looked down, crossing his eyes in concentration, trying without success to see over his genitals to the areas below. In moments, two ants, having quickly crossed the wrinkles around his anus and braved the climb over his balls, appeared, one on either side of his penile shaft. They met in the middle, crossed antennas and circled excitedly, then swarmed out toward the bulging tip of the boy's still hard organ. "Maybe these aren't the ones that bite," Sam said, as the ants moved to the head of the boy's penis. "Maybe they'll just crawl in and look around," he added almost musingly.

Dinky made a sort of high squeal and began wiggling again, pulling at his bonds. The ants were unperturbed even though his movements sent his hard dick bobbing, swarming around the head of his penis, one exploring the open hole at the tip. Dinky stopped fighting his bonds and, panting, focused on his crotch. His penis wiggled as he could be seen straining muscles down there, but the expected pee squirt didn't come. Dinky strained and concentrated some more, finally breaking off, panting. "I can't," he moaned, slumping.

"Can't what?" Sam asked. Jake already knew.

"PEE!" Dinky wailed. "I CAN'T PEE!" The ant, bending in the middle, stuck its head in the hole of the boy's penis. Finding something to his liking, it moved its thorax into the tight tunnel as well. Other ants were swarming up Dinky's butt once again, swarming madly around his asshole and running excitedly across his balls.

"Too bad," Jake said.

"You gotta do it!" Dinky wailed, struggling wildly but in vain, as his struggles did nothing but make his penis wiggle slightly and his butt hole wink at them. "You gotta wash them off! You gotta!"

Jake remained sitting. Dinky turned his attention from his crotch to the boys across from him. His face was panicked. "You gotta!" he wailed. "They're everywhere!"

"I don't gotta do nothing," Jake said. "Besides, I might get some on your head or somewhere - I can't touch myself to aim, any more than Sam could."

"I DON'T CARE!" Dinky wailed. "It's going in! Wash it off!"

"Okay," Jake said, standing up. "But you'd better shut your eyes. I'm kinda pointy right now." He stood up, and his penis sprang to horizontal, the foreskin partially pulled back so that half the head of his penis was exposed. He walked over until he was across from the other boy. He tried hunching over, to make his penis point down. "Here goes," he said. "But don't blame me if I miss."

Jake did miss, of course. He couldn't help it. And maybe some part of him wanted to miss. As Dinky tilted his head back, trying to get it out of the line of fire, his mouth tightly squeezed, his eyes shut, Jake concentrated, pushed, and peed neatly on the boy's chest. He quickly adjusted, hunching more, and his powerful stream moved down, washing ants every direction off the boy's crotch and then his butt. Jake had intended to save some of his output in case the boy needed it later, but his bladder emptied quickly, his last dribbles dripping off as he surveyed his work. The other boy's chest and crotch glistened with his pee. But movement quickly caught his eye, as the ant that had been exploring the other boy's urethra reappeared, crawling out of it. Dinky opened his eyes and looked down.

"It's still there, you stupid little fuck!" he complained. "You piss practically in my face, and you don't even get it!"

"I got the others," Jake said defensively.

"Dumb little fucks can't even piss right," Dinky said growled. "Just wait until they let me loose. I'm gonna ream your asses with my dick! Then I'll make you suck your own shit off of it." The ant on his dick turned and started back toward his open urethra. Dinky's tone changed. "It's going back in! Knock it off!"

"We can't touch you, remember," Sam said mildly from where he sat against the wall. He'd pulled his legs up against his butt and was hugging his knees, his feet blocking view of his bare privates.

"Brush it off with a branch, then," Dinky said, his voice approaching panic as the ant disappeared over the tip of his penis and probed his urinary opening again.

"We can't brush you with a branch, either," Jake said. "Sister said."

"She didn't say you couldn't hit it with a stick, though," Sam said suddenly. "She said we couldn't brush it, but she didn't say we couldn't hit it. So it's okay. As long as you hit it hard enough it's not brushing."

Jake's eyebrows lifted. He remembered, vividly, his own pounding heart as he'd bent over, grabbing his ankles, and the boy in front of him had painfully reamed his rectum with his hard dick, ignoring his pain. He pictured giving Dinky's dick a solid whack with a stick, a good, thick stick. He pictured giving the organ that had invaded him a mighty smack, like swinging a baseball bat. The idea was tempting. He looked to either side, spotted a stick about 2 feet long and about an inch and a half thick not far from his foot, and walked toward it. He bent and picked it up.

Dinky's eyes widened. "No! NO! You can't...you can't...NOOOOO!" he wailed, as Jake moved toward him purposefully. "You'll break it!"

"Well, what have we here?" a feminine voice suddenly chimed in over Jake's shoulder. Jake turned suddenly, dropping the stick in sudden guilt. A tall, full-bosomed girl was moving rapidly toward them, dressed in the simple tunic the girls of the farm wore, her breasts swelling as she walked, filling the dress out nicely, her hips swelling the bottom of the dress and twitching enticingly as she walked. She was carrying a bucket piled full of eggs in each hand, which she sat down some distance from Dinky before approaching and eyeing him up and down slowly, taking in every aspect of his appearance. She put her hands on her hips and adopted a sardonic grin. "I do declare, that is you, Dennis!" She stopped in front of him, legs apart, and put her hands on her hips, staring frankly at his exposed genitals and anus. "Or maybe I should say 'Dinky,'" she added. "And here I thought the guys called you that because you were shorter than the other boys." She looked pointedly at this crotch, and his upstanding but still diminutive penis. "Though I guess that's true as well."

"Stop looking at me!" Dinky retorted, glaring up at her.

"Why?" the girl replied. "It's not like you've anything to see, anyway." For emphasis, she stared at Dinky's exposed penis openly once again. "Kind of a cute little thing, isn't it?" she said. "All stiff and standing up like that. You look like a toddler boy who has to go to the bathroom." She lowered her gaze a bit. "Bad case of diaper rash you've got on your bottom, though," she said. "Don't see many bed wetters our age. I'm surprised the other boys haven't ratted your secret out by now."

"I don't wet the bed!" Dinky proclaimed indignantly, glaring at her, struggling with his bonds as if he thought they'd suddenly come free and save him from her scrutiny. "And I don't have diaper rash!"

"Just don't wipe so good, huh?" the girl said, smiling a superior smile. Jake, who'd been gaping at her the whole time, finally regained his wits long enough to realize he was standing in front of a girl with his bottom half naked and his dick and balls just as exposed as Dinky's. His first impulse was to clutch both hands over his bare genitals, but he remembered, just in time, that he wasn't to touch himself there. Instead, he let his hands hover in front of his genitals, trying to block her view, and he scurried backwards to the wall where Sam was sitting and sat down swiftly, his still sore butt complaining as he plopped on it. He pulled his knees up and closed his legs to shield his crotch. Sam nudged him. When Jake turned, Sam pointed at his own legs, which had been drawn up like Jake's, but were now stretched in front of him. Jake saw immediately what his friend had done—Sam had closed his legs overtop of his genitals, then stretched them out, pulling his genitals down under his legs, so that his crotch showed nothing but smooth, bare skin because his genitals were trapped under his closed thighs. Jake quickly closed his own thighs on either side of his genitals and then stretched his own legs out in front of him, trapping and hiding his own genitals just like Sam had done. He then huddled over his middle with his arms clutched to his chest, like Sam was doing. Now all his private parts were completely hidden.

The girl, though, was ignoring the two smaller boys, her attention still focused on Dinky. "Are you sure you're not one of the diaper babies?" she asked after a moment. "You smell like one." She sniffed disdainfully. "In fact, this whole place reeks! Did you pee on yourself?" She leaned over and looked at the damp ground by her feet, and then at Dinky's body. "Is your hair wet? How did you get it on your hair?"

"I didn't!" Dinky protested. "They pissed on me!"

The girl turned toward the other boys where they sat huddled over themselves against the wall. "Really?" she said. "Why? What'd he do to you?"

Jake wasn't about to tell the girl the shameful thing Dinky had done to him. He huddled over his semi-naked body and said nothing. But Dinky clearly didn't want him to talk either, because he chimed in immediately. "It's the ants!" he almost wailed. "They keep crawling on me! They're trying to crawl inside my butt and my di... crawl inside me! And they bite! So those guys have to wash them off! That's all! It's not anything else!"

"What, you can't just brush the ants off him?" the girl asked Jake and Sam, one eyebrow raised enquiringly.

"We aren't allowed to touch him," Jake said. "Or brush him off with anything. Or pour water on him. Sister ... the small old one... Sister...you know...the one who works here..."

"Sister Magdalene?" the girl asked pleasantly.

"Yeah, her," Jake said. "She said we have to pee...have to wet on him to knock the ants off. Or else just let them crawl on him and bite him. So we washed them off. He asked us to. He begged..."

"Interesting," the girl said.

"It doesn't have to be just us," Jake added, finding himself babbling nervously. The girl's gaze was disturbing him, even if she couldn't see anything of his in his current position. Somehow, even the fact she could see his bare flanks, the sides of his butt, embarrassed him. "She said anyone could do it who wanted to."

"Even more interesting," the girl said. "I don't often wish I was a boy, but this is one of those times. Because I'd be glad to contribute." She looked at Jake in an almost friendly fashion. "Do you know what that little snot did to me? It was 2 years ago, when my Da finally passed from the bloody cough and I first came here. The very first week I was here, he just walks over in lunch, big as you please, and pulls my dress up in front of everyone and shows them my panties! I almost died right there! Do you remember, Dennis? Do you remember how embarrassed I was?" She glared at the boy who was bound to the flagpole with his privates exposed. "You didn't even get punished, because the nuns didn't see you. Boys called me 'Panty Girl' for weeks. Shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it?" she added. "What do you suppose we'll be calling you after this? Piss Boy?" She studied his crotch openly. "Although, I suppose, it'll still be Dinky. It fits." She flashed the boy tied to the pole a smile as he looked up at her, his face set in anger.

"It ain't so little," he said defiantly. "It'll feel big when I stick it in you. Maybe I'll stick it up your butt instead."

"Pretty big talk for a boy with a wee-wee no bigger than my finger. And you're hard, too, so that's all the bigger it gets, isn't it?" the girl retorted. "All hard and horny, and no place to put it." She squatted beside the boy, her skirts covering her legs as she settled beside the bound boy. She looked carefully left, and then right. "Want me to touch it?" she asked, her voice lower and somehow huskier. Jake and Sam watched the tableau unfolding across from them with wide eyes. Both boys squeezed their thighs more tightly, keeping their genitals hidden underneath, pressing them against the ground. Sam was squeezing his legs so tightly together he'd even pressed a fold into the center of the bare skin of his bald crotch, making him look, although he didn't know it, remarkably like the prepubescent girls they'd tried to see when they'd gotten themselves into this trouble. "I could knock the ants off for you," the girl was saying to Dennis, her voice a husky growl. "See that ant right by the hole in the tip? Want me to smash it? You do, don't you? Bet you'd like me to grind it right into your little wee-wee, wouldn't you. Maybe rub it in good and hard. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dennis?" She looked at him, smiling broadly. He looked up at her, his head tilted, his lips pressed together. "Or maybe you want one of your little boyfriends to do it instead. Is that it, Dennis? You'd rather have the boys touch you?"

"NO!" Dennis snarled. He tried to lunge at her, spitting at the same time, but his spit fell short, landing on his right thigh. He struggled against his bonds for a moment, then hung his head again, staring at an ant that was probing the base of his still hard penis, about to begin the ascent of the slightly upturned rod.

"So you want me to touch it?" the girl asked. "Knock that nasty ant off there? Maybe rub it a little bit and make it better?"

Dennis didn't look up. He was watching the ant crawl across the mushroom head of his penis, looking down cross eyed. "Yes," he said after another moment, speaking quietly to his genitals. "Get it off," he added, almost whispering.

"What?" the girl said, grinning. "I didn't hear you. If you want something you need to speak up. And ask nicely." The ant crawled half way back on the boy's penis, settled just under the darker circle that ran around under the mushroom head, and the hesitated and probed again. A tiny red dot appeared and Dennis lurched, his head shooting up. "YES! Get it off me! It's one of the biting ones! Get it OFFFF! Pleeeeease!"

The girl very deliberately hovered her hand over the wildly bobbing head of the boy's still throbbing organ. She grabbed the tip between her thumb and forefinger, and Dinky stiffened, the tip of his penis swelling at her touch. She made as if to flick the ant off with her other hand. Then she pinched the tip of his penis harder and let go, letting her hands drop back to her sides. "Naw," she said. "I think I'll just let it bite you." She got up and walked away, heading toward Sam and Jake. Dinky struggled frantically for another moment, then slumped, watching the ant climb toward the bulging head of his penis with horrified fascination, his body tensed, readying for the next painful bite. He began frantically sucking in air and blowing on the tip of his penis again, trying to dislodge the ant. The girl approached the other two boys.

"Shirts, but not bottoms," she said to the two of them, eyeing their midsections, clearly disappointed at their hidden genitals. "What did you guys do to lose your bottoms? Must have been pretty bad - Sister Badass doesn't think we should look at naked boys over the age of 5, so if she's allowing it you have to have threatened to kill the Pope or something."

Jake and Sam, flushing with embarrassment at her scrutiny, didn't answer. It seemed imperative to keep her from seeing their genitals, so Jake was concentrating on that. The fact she'd already seen him full on just a few moments ago didn't seem to reduce his embarrassment or his desire to avoid being seen again.

"Won't tell, huh? Well, you weren't humping the pigs or other boys, or you'd be tied to the pole with Dennis. So it had to be something else. Something bad, but not as bad as sticking your little stiffies in a sow," she added. She thought for a minute. The boys looked at her, mouths shut, legs tight together, hiding their bare genitals, hunching over their bald crotches. "Sure you won't just give me a little peek?" the girl asked after a moment. "I bet they're cute. And I bet they're bigger than Dennis' little wee-wee. If he doesn't have the smallest one among the farm boys, then I pity whoever's smaller. Come on, just a peek, Red. I won't tell." She looked at Sam invitingly. Sam flushed to the roots of his hair. "I can make it feel good," she added, smiling more broadly. "I've had practice. My cousin taught me—I used to make him feel good all the time when he came to visit. My Da was too sick to notice, and he though Chet was too young. Parents are stupid." She smiled again. "I can give you the shivers," she added. "I know you guys like that."

Sam looked down at his crotch and tried to hunch more tightly.

"Suit yourselves," the girl said. "It's pity—you young ones are so cute when you're standing up all nakey, with your little things sticking out, flopping around, and your little butts sticking out, so smooth and round. As long as you don't bend over - that stuff inside your butt is gross." She looked pointedly at Dinky's exposed anus with its rash and pimples. "Still, I bet you're not as gross back there as he is." She stared at the boys another moment, then stood and turned on her heels and began walking back to her egg buckets. She stopped half way, though. Stooping, she picked something up from the ground. "Well, look what we have here," she said. Jake could see she was carrying a strip of wood dangling from a wire, holding it gingerly away from her body. "It's one of those boards the boys tie fish to when they're cleaning them. Someone must have forgotten to put it away yesterday. Didn't wash it off, either - it's swarming with ants." Squinting, Jake could see frantic motion on the board, as if the entire surface was moving. The girl strode toward Dennis, who was still leaning over his crotch, blowing frantically at the ant now on the tip of his penis, and was oblivious to her comments. He didn't even look up when she stood over him, instead concentrating on trying to spit on his penis tip hard enough to knock the ant off that had already bitten his sensitive head once. He didn't notice her until she yanked the wire sharply, and ants by the hundreds dropped suddenly onto the boy's naked body. Suddenly his hair, his shoulders, his back, and his thighs were crawling with a swarm of them.

"Hey!" Dennis squealed, looking up with a jerk. "HEY!" He began squirming frantically, twisting his head as ants crawling in his hair and down the back of his neck tickled unbearably. A few were dislodged and fell, landing on his chest and stomach, but the rest swarmed on apparently drawn downward, crawling down his shoulders and around his neck, several swarming up his chin. Dennis fixated on the board hovering over him. "HEY, STOP THAT!" he squealed loudly. In response, the girl gave the board another shake, and more ants dropped, this time landing on his lower stomach, his groin, and the extended shaft of his penis. Hundreds of frenzied ants were now swarming over his body. Jake, from his position across from the boy where he continued to hide his genitals from the girl, noticed that they seemed attracted to the other boy's balls and cock and to the wrinkled slit of his anus. He remembered that the boy had something smeared those places, something that apparently attracted ants. Now there were dozens, hundreds of them swarming around those areas, as well as quite a few wandering randomly around the rest of his body. A few were crawling on his face, some were still in his hair, and they crawled across his shoulders, down his scrawny stomach, and along his arms, tied behind him. But most were now happily swarming his stomach, some already making a trail down his butt cleft to the ground, apparently carrying the good news of whatever was smeared on his privates back to their nest. Dennis was wiggling frantically and squealing almost incoherently, his voice a high pitch that would have done a pre-teen girl proud, the gist of his screams being of the nature of "get them off!" His hard little wiener waggled frantically with his efforts, but ants swarmed over it now, hanging on for dear life. The girl tossed the now depleted board to one side and stood looking at the boy, a rather satisfied smirk on her face. Then she turned back to Jake and Sam.

"Your little buddy needs your help," she said over Dennis' squealing. "You'd best come wet on him and save him."

Jake looked at Sam, and Sam looked back at Jake. Both remained hunched over their genitals, not wanting to expose themselves to this girl. The girl watched them a long series of seconds. "Suit yourself," she said. "If you want to let the ants eat him. I've got eggs to deliver." She turned back to Dennis, who was still twisting and wiggling, but had quieted his squeals and was trying to blow ants off himself by turning his head frantically from side to side. He had more little red dots on him now, in random places, evidence that more of the biting ants had sampled his skin. Even from their distance, Jake could see at least two more dots on the other boy's penis, one on the mushroom head itself, marring its smoothness. "The boys will be having their lunch break any minute," she said. "Maybe you can get them to wet on you." She flounced off to the buckets she'd left on the ground, picked them up, and went on to the house without another backward glance.

Dennis stopped blowing a minute and turned his attention to the other two boys. "Get over here, you little fuckheads, and help me out!" he shouted, his voice a still-girlish squeal. "Piss 'em off of me!" Jake and Sam were watching the girl, now entering the front door, reluctant to rise while she was still in sight and might come back and see their pubescent bodies. "GET. OVER. HERE!" Dennis screamed. "Or I'll yank your dicks off and shove them up your asses and make you shit them out, and then feed them to you!"

The girl had disappeared into the house. Jake and Sam watched the door warily. Then Jake stood up slowly and moved over to the seated boy, keeping his butt toward the now closed front door of the house, moving until he loomed over the bound boy, his dangling penis just above Dennis' head. "Hurry up, get them off, fuckhead!" Dennis squalled, wiggling frantically and looking at him with his head tilted sideways, his eyes radiating anger.

Jake considered. "I don't have a lot in me any more," he said. "I used a lot of it up last time. Where should I do it?"

"ANYWHERE, SHITHEAD!" the boy screamed. "Just piss on me and get them off!"

Startled, Jake pissed on him, a frightened squirt that shot out of his half-hard penis and splashed Dennis' contorted face right next to his still open mouth before tapering down, washing ants down the boy's chest. As Jake's stream tapered off, he ended up dribbling on the other boy's now bald crotch. Ants were riding the trickles of pee down the boy's body.

Dennis twisted his head away from the blast of pee on one side, just in time for Sam, who'd come up from the other side, to deposit his contribution directly into his face from the other side. Dennis jerked back, sputtering, and the rest of Sam's dying bladder contents washed down his chest, clearing the ants from there at least momentarily. His last dribbles came quickly, trickling on Dennis' thigh. Both boys stood there, drained. Ants still swarmed in Dennis' hair and raced, unchecked all over his crotch and butt crack. Dennis spit and coughed and began sputtering. "You idiots! You pissed on my face! And they're still all over me! You stupid mother fuckers! Can't you even piss right? I swear, when I get out of here..."

"Well, boys, what do we have here?" a low male voice boomed. "Looks like those two little boar pigs we didn't get to cut got loose."

Jake and Sam snapped around, discovering that 5 boys were approaching them in a knot, big boys wearing the flannel shirts and denim pants that seemed the uniform of the farm kids. At least two of them he recognized for sure were from the castration crew, and he guessed the rest were as well. He and Sam backed away rapidly from the flagpole as the boys got nearer, revealing Dennis, who they'd been blocking from view. Jake suddenly felt very naked once again, and backed against the wall, sitting and pulling his legs up in front of his bare genitals.

One of the middle-sized boys, a lad with numerous pimples and what looked like huge arm muscles, looked at the two of them with malice in his eyes. "Can't have uncut little boar pigs running loose," he said menacingly. "Anyone got a knife? We can do the two of them right here."