The Orphanage Boys Chapter 34

The Orphanage Boys Chapter 34
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 34: Thirty-fourth floor: Eggs

Dinky frowned, glaring up at the self-assured, confident girl, who was taller than him even though he was a year older. Then the fire went out of him and he slumped, his eyes dropping. Mary smiled to herself in satisfaction. She'd broken him, and his resistance would be less from now on. She immediately took command while she had the boy cowed. She put a hand on his shoulder and guided him over behind Jake, pushing down gently until he bent, placing his face close to the other boy's spread butt. Dinky studied the other boy's anus apprehensively, unable to grasp what he was about to do. His eyes crossed as he examined the wrinkles of the tight slit nestled between the other boy's muscular, slightly mottled mounds, looking for anything that might make him change his mind and raise a spark of resistance. But there was nothing—the younger boy's anus was as clean as an anus could ever be, and almost shiny pink eye looking back at him, daring him to kiss it. Shutting his eyes, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the ridged muscle, trying to pretend it was a girl he was kissing, and that he was kissing her on the lips. Mary moved her grip on him up to the back of his head, where she pressed his face forward, mashing his lips into the other boy's butt crack. Dinky pushed back, briefly, then gave up the struggle as it became clear she was just mashing him into the other boy's anus harder the more he fought. Time dragged, and the other boy's anus felt hot under his lips, not cool like he imagined a girl's lips would be. Jake could feel the other boy's hot, wet breath on his most private area, just as he had with Sam, but he could also feel the boy's cheeks against his own nether cheeks as Mary pressed Dinky's face closer. His butt hole twitched involuntarily, and the boy behind him stiffened and his head wiggled against Jake's butt cheeks as he tried to push back against Mary's pressure on the back of his head. She merely pushed harder. Dinky began flailing with his hands, trying to get her strong hand off his head. She let her fingers thread into his short hair, using the grip to mash his nose into the other boy's butt crack. Then, without warning, she released Dinky, and he staggered back, immediately sputtering and spitting and wiping his mouth rapidly against his arm. Around them, girls giggled, laughed, and even guffawed as loudly as the crudest of boys. Dinky looked indignant. Jake's butt hole glistened with drops of Dinky's saliva.

"He was gonna fart on me!" he protested between wiping and spitting. "I could feel it—feel it moving. He was gonna do it! No fair!"

"No fair, he says!" Margaret said in mocking tones. "You hear that girls? When you're kissing another boy's butt, it's not fair if he farts while you're doing it!"

"You shouldn't use that word, Margaret," another girl chided. "You're supposed to say, 'toots.'"

"Oh, pardon me, Miss High and Mighty," Margaret said in a nasal voice. "I didn't realize I was in the presence of royalty and needed to use my good English and all. How's this: Did you hear what the gentleman said, good ladies? He said that when you're applying your lips to another lad's posterior, it's not fair if he has an attack of intestinal gas!" Several girls around her laughed loudly. Dinky looked miffed.

"It ain't fair," he repeated, more weakly.

"Life ain't fair," Mary said airly. "It ain't fair that you've got a diddler the size of a toddler's and a bean bag half the size of a normal boy your age. It ain't fair that I got raped, raped by a guy with a diddler as big as thick as your forearm and three times as long as your baby tool. It ain't fair that boys think they're all high and mighty and can lord it over girls because they have those dangly little worms in their pants, and don't have to sit down to pee."

"We don't have to sit down, either," a younger girl piped up. "We can just squat."

"Shut up," Mary snapped at her. She pushed Dinky's shoulder. "Move on to the other one," she ordered. "And give this one a lick while you're kissing him. And I mean a real lick—I'd better see spit on his hole when you're done."

Dinky looked cross-eyed at Sam's exposed, bright pink anus, eyeing it with revulsion even though it, too, was spotlessly clean. He let his eyes drift down to the tight purse of his ball sack, then back to his anus again. "Huh uh," he breathed, a bit quietly. "Not with my tongue. I'll kiss him, but I'm not licking him. Not there. No way."

Before Dinky was even aware of it, Mary's hand had struck, like a rattlesnake striking its prey. Her hand snaked under Dinky's butt, rammed between Dinky's legs, and she had his scrotum in a tight grip before he could even react, her thumb and forefinger squeezing the top of Dinky's plump sack, forcing his balls to the bottom and stretching the wrinkled skin. As he gasped, her other fingers slowly tightened on his trapped balls, pushing them together. The two oblong orbs began to throb with growing pain as they were forced into each other. Dinky jerked away, then froze as her grip tightened, so that he could feel one ball depressing the other. "I can squeeze harder," Mary said evenly. "Much harder. Or you can obey me. Only now, you gotta lick his whole crack, from his sack all the way to the top. A big, wet lick."

"But..." Dinky protested. Whatever he was going to say was cut off in a gasp as Mary apparently made good on her promise to squeeze harder. "Okay, Okay!" He yelled, his voice becoming a high-pitched squeak. "I'm doing it! Don't squeeze so hard!"

Mary pushed Dinky forward by lifting him bodily with the arm that she had threaded between his legs, guiding him by the shoulder to bend over more at the same time. Dinky kept from falling forward and being painfully yanked by the scrotum by frantically grabbing onto each of Sam's buns, right above where he was gripping himself to hold them open. With Mary's grip on his precious organs urging him on, Dinky ducked his head, grimaced, and then stuck out his tongue and quickly ran it from Sam's bulging little tight sack to the top of his crack. He felt the wrinkles of the younger boy's asshole clearly on his tongue as he passed over it and he forced himself to finish quickly, fighting to keep from gagging. He looked over his shoulder. "I did it," he squealed, his voice pleading. "Leggo! Leggo already!"

"No," Mary said firmly. "I think you should do it again."

Dinky looked physically sick. "Nooooo," he protested weakly. "No, not again. You can't make me."

"I can make you do anything as long as I'm holding these," Mary said, tightening her grip on his balls for emphasis. "Now give him a big ol' lick, right where the sun doesn't shine!"

Fighting nausea, his balls screaming in pain, Dinky capitulated completely, lowering his head and licking Sam a second time from the wrinkled back of his sack all the way to the top of his butt crack. Mary let go without warning, and Dinky fell abruptly to the floor, where he landed on the side of his butt. He turned, glaring up at her, rubbing his rump. His other hand was clutching his balls, gingerly cupping them to his body. "That hurt!" he protested.

"I thought boys were supposed to be tough," Mary said mockingly. She turned to the other girls. "See, girls! You can make them do anything when you've got them by the sack."

"It hurt!" Dinky insisted indignantly. "You don't know, because you don't have balls!"

"Yeah, well you shouldn't, either," Mary said. "Not after what you did, Pig Humper. And little boy humper, too. I know all about that. I heard Sister Mary Catherine talking to Mother Superior about it. You stuck you little diddler right up Hamster Dick's bottom, too, and humped him until you came. .If I was Mother Superior, I'd have cut your little beans right off. And your little worm, too. You'd not be committing that sin again, not with pigs or little boys." She turned back to Jake and Sam, panting after having been bent double for so long "Oh, straighten up and turn around, you two! We're sick of looking at you down there. You boys are so gross."

A small girl loomed over Dinky on the ground. "You licked his botty," she said. "That's sick."

"He licked his botty hole," a second small girl corrected. "Twice. That makes it worse."

"You licked him where he poops," the first girl said. "That's sick."

"She had me by the balls!" Dinky wailed.

"Big deal," the second small girl said. "You boys are such cry babies. It's just a little pouch—It couldn't possibly hurt that much."

" Get up," Mary snapped to Dinky, interrupting the argument. "Stand beside them. Face forward." She pointed to where Sam and Jake were standing, hunched over in embarrassment, trying to figure out what to do with their hands rather than doing the forbidden thing of covering their genitals. Mary turned to the other girls. "Ruth," she called. "Start up the phonograph."

A tall, thin girl with well-developed breasts and wide hips moved to the wall where the tall Victrola was kept. She cranked the crank for several moments, then opened the top, picked up the tone arm, and set it on the record that was already on the machine. The phonograph hissed, then a slightly tinny Big-Band jitterbug melody began issuing from the speakers. She bent down and opened the doors on the front, and the sound got louder.

"Time for a little dancing, I think," Mary said, turning to the boys. She stared at them, waiting.

"You...you want us to dance with you?" Dinky finally asked. "Naked?"

Mary laughed. "Oh, heavens no!" she said. "None of us would want your disgusting bodies near us, especially not naked! No, you're each going to dance solo! It's going to be a dance contest. The other girls will judge, like they do at real dance contests. The winner gets to sit out the next activity, but the two losers have to do it. And you'd better try your best to win, because you're not going to like the next activity."

The three boys stared at her, not moving, the lively music washing over them. Mary put her hands on her hips. "Perhaps I should tell you what the next activity is. These girls need to know what to watch out for, and what you boys will try to do to them if you get a chance. The losers of the dance contest are going to demonstrate how boys try to make out with girls. The one of you who gets the least applause after your dance will be the girl, and the second place person will be the boy, and you'll have to make out with each other like you boys always want to do. That means hugging and kissing and slobbering all over each other, and rubbing your bodies together. The winner gets to watch and doesn't have to do it."

"I ain't doin' that no matter what," Dinky proclaimed. Mary loomed over him.

"You don't learn very fast, do you, Piggy? You know, I think I'll call you Piggy from now on—it's easier to say than Pig Humper, and everyone will know what I mean when I say it. You're just not very bright, are you, Piggy? Do I have to give your baby balls another good squeeze to get your attention? Or do you just want to go ahead with the birching you'll get from Mary Catherine and the other nuns for not doing what I say? You know that if it's the birching, all three of you get it—maybe you other boys should try to convince him to be more cooperative."

Jake found himself getting increasingly disgusted. "Stop trying to get us put in that thing and hit with that bunch of sticks!" he squealed at Dinky, anger welling up in him. "Stop fighting everything and just do what she says! Yeah, the stuff we're having to do is bad, but it's not as bad as what that kid went through when he got hit with those sticks! He was bleeding! Didn't you watch? He was bleeding, and screaming! It hurt so bad he pulled his... his stuff... his stuff down there... pulled them right through that lasso thing! Do you want us all to get that? Can't you just do what she says!"

"I ain't makin' out with no boy," Dinky said stubbornly. He felt smaller than the younger boy, suddenly, as if Jake was growing bigger than him by the moment. The record on the Victrola ended, settling into a cycle of repeating scratches. The girl next to it hastened to pick up the tone arm and start it at the beginning again.

Sam turned on Dinky. His voice was hoarse and tentative initially, but it grew stronger as he talked. "So it's okay for you to...to stick your....in Jake's....it's okay for you to do that, but you'd rather get your bottom hit with sticks until you bleed rather than hug one of us? I don't get it? What's the big deal? People hug all the time"

"It's not just hugging," Dinky protested. "Making out with a girl isn't just hugging. You have to kiss. And lick her ear. And put your tongue in her mouth. And touch her chest and down there. And we're naked!"

"And rub your little worm against her, don't forget that," Mary added. "You have to try to get yourself off by rubbing that slimy disgusting thing into her."

"Yeah, that too," Dinky said. "I ain't doin' that with no boy."

"That doesn't sound as bad as what you did to me," Jake protested. "And it can't be nearly as bad as being beaten until you bleed back there."

"Decision time," Mary said, her arms crossed, her patience growing thin. "You three start dancing, or I go get the nuns and we watch you get beaten until you bleed. I might actually prefer to see that, anyway. I hear they tie you down by your little sacks so that you yank on them every time you buck."

Sam rose on his toes and began to circle, clumsily, like a ballerina, to the music. Jake looked at Dinky. "Come on," he said. "This isn't as bad as it could be. As bad as it will be if we don't." He began rocking back and forth to the beat from one foot to the other, looking ludicrous, his short, soft penis swaying comically as he did. Dinky glared at both of them, then looked at Mary's determined glare. He had a mental flash of the moment the boy in the movie had bucked so hard that he'd pulled his balls through the tight cinch. He began bouncing in place, a movement that made his penis jump dramatically.

"Yes, that's it," Margaret said encouragingly. "Like he's doing. Dance faster, boys! Make your little worms swing!" The three boys all picked up the pace, prancing around comically, small penises jiggling and jumping as they moved.

"Make 'em slap against you," another older girl called. "Swivel your hips fast and make them slap! I'm voting for the one who makes his slap the hardest!"

"Me too!" several other girls yelled. "Make them slap against your legs!"

Dinky, now determined to win and avoid a most distressing fate, began swinging his hips like a madman, his fat little dick flying back and forth to slap first one hip and then the other. Jake gamely imitated him, but his penis was too shrunken and merely jiggled in place, like a vibrating acorn. Sam bounced instead, his penis, mostly hard again, slapping his soft lower stomach, but not as loudly as Dinky's. Girls watched, some giggling, some with wide eyes, some hiding embarrassment behind hands and whispering to their friends. "Look how bouncy they are!" on smaller girl squealed. "Do they always bounce like that? How can they stand it?"

The record came to an end, and the boys, one at a time, stopped moving. Jake stopped first, feeling self-conscious dancing about with no music playing. Sam stopped bouncing as soon as he saw Jake had stopped, his once again rock hard member settling tightly against his smooth pubic triangle. Dinky gave his own penis a few insolent slaps against his hips, then stopped his swiveling dance. His own organ was mostly hard from all the stimulation and pointed straight out at the girls, wobbling in place. Mary waved across the room. "Put on another record," she ordered. "You boys turn around. We want to watch you make your bottoms dance next. Then we'll decide who's making out and who gets to just watch."

The three boys turned around, bare butts to the audience, and waited for the music to start up again. Jake began stepping from foot to foot to the beat, trying to make his butt sway. Sam, watching him for a cue as to what to do, began moving with him, matching swaying left when he moved left, and right when he moved right. The two of them moved sloppily but more or less in synchrony, almost like they'd practiced it. Their tight, still slightly welted globes tensed on first the right side than the left, moving not sinuously but more as boys move, somewhat jerkily, buttocks dimpling on the side that was tensing, relaxing on the other. Dinky, on the other hand, began clenching his butt rhythmically, fucking the air in front of him insolently, his slightly more muscular buns making a tight line every time he tightened them to the beat. After twenty clenches or so, he shifted to trying to tighten his buns individually, first one cheek, and then the other. Mary watched the three of them with her arms crossed along with the rest of the girls, but grew tired of the whole display before the song was more than half over. Waving her arm, she ordered the Victrola silenced. She then signaled for silence from the excited, chattering girls, who had been pointing, laughing, and commenting on the boys' movements.

"You're all terrible," she commented. "But we'll vote, anyway. We'll do this like they do at dance contests," she said. "Winner is whoever gets the loudest applause, loser is whoever gets the least applause. Loudest applause sits out the make out session. Turn around, boys—so everyone can see your pathetic worms when we vote. How many of you girls vote for Hamster Dick here?"

A smatter of applause broke out, and quickly petered out. Jake's spirits fell at the lackluster response. He hadn't had support from more than 4 or 5 girls, most of them younger. Mary moved on. "How about Mouse Dick?" she said. Louder applause broke out, embarrassingly louder than for Jake, the swelled as more girls joined in. Sam looked at the girls in almost wonder at the approval coming his way. The applause lasted longer than for Jake, too. Jake's heart thudded. He knew he was going to be one of the losers, Sam already had him beat. So it was just a matter of who he'd have to hug and kiss. Please be Sam, he prayed silently. I don't want to do it to that other kid. Please, let that other kid win. Mary waited for the applause to die down before speaking again.

"How about Piggy?" she announced. Applause swelled, then grew to almost deafening levels as most of the girls joined in. Girls were wolf-whistling, calling, even squealing their approval. Dinky couldn't help it, he broke into a smirk, giving his hips a little twist so his dick waggled at the girls in acknowledgment. Mary let the applause die down. "Piggy wins," she announced unnecessarily. "Go sit stand over there, out of the day, Piggy. You two, take center stage and face each other." She turned and faced the girls, as Sam and Jake did as she was told. Jake could see Sam's reluctance as the two friends faced each other with only inches between them, but not touching. Mary began speaking.

"Boys always want to make out with you," she said, her voice radiating scorn. "It's all they think about. They want to put their arms around you and pull you up close, and then they want to kiss you while they rub their disgusting bodies against you. Their things get hard when they do, too, just like Mouse Dick already is, and they try to rub them against you as hard as they can. What they really want to do is stick them in you, of course. And they're not satisfied with that. They try to force your mouth open, and they stick their tongues in there and try to lick your tongue with theirs."

"Yuck!" an 11-year-old girl exclaimed.

"I'm never doing that!" the girl next to her said.

"Well, come on, you little perverts," Mary said, turning back to the boys on stage who were standing uncomfortably facing each other now, looking self-conscious. "Go to it. Put your arms around each other, and start kissing," Mary said. Dinky smirked from the side. Jake awkwardly slid his arms around Sam's back, and Sam in turn slipped his around Jake's, the two still standing a bit apart. "Get closer," Mary snapped. "Get your bodies tight together." Jake and Sam leaned their chests together until they were touching, keeping their crotches separated. Jake could feel Sam's heart thumping against his own chest, faster than his own embarrassment-driven pace. Sam's skin was hot against Jake's, and surprising soft.

Mary frowned deeply. "Get those crotches together, too," she said. "Like you guys are always trying to do to us. Rub 'em together. And put your arms lower." She turned to the girls. "Boys are always trying to grab your bottom," she said. "So they can grind their things into your crotch." She turned back to the boys. "Come on, you two—grind your little worms right into each other, like you do with us. Show the girls how disgusting you are." Jake and Sam moved their hips together until Jake could feel Sam's erection against his own hairless groin, and Sam could feel the soft bumpiness of Jake's soft organ pressing the side of his own shaft. Mary frowned even more deeply.

"I said, grind those crotches together!" she stormed. "Hard! Or I'll take a paddle to those baby sacks between your legs."

Frightened, Jake let his hands slip down to Sam's firm butt and used the leverage to drive his soft penis into his friend, feeling Sam's hard organ throbbing between them. Sam gripped Jake's butt in his own fright, and they clung to each other in fear.

"Now kiss," Mary ordered. "Kiss with your mouths open. Share some spit. I want to see tongues touching each other."

"Gross!" a small girl near her opined.

"Yes, it is," Mary said. "That's why I'm showing you this. This is what boys are really like." She glared at Sam and Jake. "I said mouths open, tongues touching, you little fairies," she snapped. "Or I'll let Dennis take the paddle to your sacks."

Both picturing a paddle landing on bare balls, Jake and Sam mashed their lips together and darted their tongues out through partially opened mouths. Sam's tongue felt hot and wet and weird against Jake's, rather disagreeable, overall. A string of shared saliva began trailing down his chin, where it dripped to his chest and was smeared between them. Even though the tongue thing was weird and Jake didn't like it, his penis began responding to the movements of Sam's hips as both boys frantically slid their crotches together to avoid the terrible pain they both could imagine must come with a ball paddling. In moments he was as hard as Sam, the two stiff cylinders between them brushing sides, thrilling to the attention. Mary's voice rose in mocking derision.

"Look girls! Look closely! This is how boys are! Slobbering all over you, rubbing their disgusting things against you, making them hard! They're all about lust, and getting their own wants satisfied! Look at these two, slobbering all over each other like little fairies! Notice their worms are both hard, they're so hot for each other! Remember that when a boy wants to neck with you—they don't care about you, they care about themselves. Oh, they'll say they love you, but that's just 'cause they want to rub it against you. You can see they get just as hard necking with each other. They don't care about you, they care about their little worms!" Mary was almost yelling now in her fervor.

Jake was only half listening, even so. He was being overwhelmed by feelings. His mouth against Sam's was revolting—he was getting Sam's spit in his mouth, and he wanted to pull away but was afraid to. Sam's tongue felt strange pressing against his, and stranger when they moved together, hot and wet and all bumpy. He shifted, pulling his tongue back past his teeth. Disturbingly, Sam's tongue followed his, staying on contact with it. Jake turned his head, breaking mouth contact, but Mary seemed not to notice they were not longer lip to lip. Sam, apparently afraid to disobey in any way, kept licking the side of Jake's face. Jake's attention shifted to Sam's body against his, hot, and soft, their skin sliding together, chest to chest and tight belly to tight belly. The roughened cheeks of Sam's butt, the tight muscles tensing underneath, the feeling of Sam gripping his own butt, his cheeks separating slightly in Sam's grip, Sam's fingers digging in as he wiggled frantically against Jake, hurting just a little on his bruised butt, but almost a welcome hurt. And below his belly, the hard stalk of Sam's uncircumcised dick between them, rubbing against his own equally hard, throbbing stalk. The thrill of sensation as the two hard members brushed each other side by side, the heads slipping past each other as they mashed together. Pressure in his loins, an urgency that made him push harder, breath harder through his nose, inhaling Sam's hot breath in return. And then a force took over his body, made him clench his buns several times in quick succession, his dick swelling, demanding to be rammed into Sam crotch as waves of pleasure radiated from the tip down to his ass and back again, wave after wave of ecstasy. He moaned softly, his attention only on his penis now. He didn't notice that Sam had stopped licking him and was just pressing his cheek against Jake tightly, gripping Jake's pulsing butt so hard that his fingernails dug into Jake's flesh. Jake was on his toes, not knowing it, his buttocks clenched. Sam was pushing back, just as hard, his own hard stalk throbbing against Jake's pulsing member, his buns clenching under Jake's hands, becoming like rocks in his grip, relaxing only to clench again, and again, as Sam did his own little horizontal dance.

And then is was over, realization coming back to both of them as the urgency died in them. Jake settled on his heels first, and pulled back from the clinch he'd been in with Sam. His lips felt strange, bruised and wet, and his cock was now ultrasensitive and drooping and no longer was giving him those thrilling feelings, tickling more than he could stand. They broke apart, both realizing that a cacophony of girls' voices swelled around them, girls giggling, laughing, staring in wide-eyed wonder, or looking on in incomprehension. Then, on the far side of the room, a pair of girls began clapping. The applause quickly spread, until all the girls had joined in, making catcalls, jeering, and shouting out rude comments about "little fairies" and "lovers." Mary let the noise swell for a bit, waiting for it to run its course and die down. Jake and Sam separated completely, both overwhelmed with embarrassment.

"There you have it, girls," Mary said loudly and mockingly. "Typical boys—they get themselves off, then they lose all interest in making out. Not a thought about the girl they're with. Or fairy boy, in this case." She smirked in a self-satisfied manner. The girls were quieting down, so that when she paused, it was almost silent again. Mary smiled slyly in the silence, like a cat who's spotted a mouse right under her nose. She turned to look at Dennis, who was looking at Jake and Sam with the superior regard of someone who has watched two other boys degrade themselves and was feeling the better for it. He looked almost haughty even in his nudity, his half-grown cock at ready attention again, pointing straight out. Mary looked at his self-satisfied face, and her smile grew wider, almost the smile of a python.

"How would you girls like to see something really disgusting," she said into the silence. "Something so gross you'll never want a boy to touch you."

"What?" a girl almost her size said loudly from the rows of chairs.

"You'll see," Mary said. She leaned over and whispered into Margaret's ear. Margaret nodded and raced off to the kitchen. Mary smiled even more broadly as she regarded Dinky, so broadly that she looked like her face was about to split in two, the top half of her head perhaps falling off when it did and rolling to the feet of the boys. "You got to sit that one out, Piggy," she said, and the smirk could be heard in her voice. "That means you're next man up. Get down on all fours, like the piggy you are."

"Why?" Dinky said, his voice suddenly suspicious, the satisfaction instantly gone.

"Because you don't want me to grind your little beans into dust in my fist, that's why," Mary snapped back. "Or go get Sister Mary Catherine and tell her you want the birch." She made a move as if to reach out and grip Dinky's balls again. Dinky scrambled to get down on all fours, his side to the seated girls.

"Not that way, you idiot," Mary snapped, as Margaret came from the kitchen carrying a bowl, hurrying toward them. "Bottom to your audience, so they can see."

"See what?" Dinky challenged. "I ain't lettin' him do me in the butt," he added. "It's a sin to do it in someone's butt. Mother Superior said. She put me in the vise for doing it! I'll tell Mother Superior on you if you try to do it to me." He'd risen on his knees to challenge her, his butt clenched unconsciously at the idea of being invaded.

"Oh, so now you think a boy sticking another boy in the bottom with his thing is a sin, but you were all for it earlier today," Mary said mockingly. "Interesting how your view changes when you're the boy getting stuck. How do you suppose us girls feel about you sticking your things in us! Bet you never thought about that! Now get back on all fours. And I'm not afraid of your threats, because I'm not doing anything I didn't clear with Mary Catherine first. So go ahead, tell on me, and we'll all watch you get birched on the bare."

Dinky looked suspicious, but he settled back on all fours and turned his butt to the watching girls, who began giggling and whispering again as he assumed that lewdly revealing position with his butt hole clearly visible and his balls dangling from his crotch underneath. Mary spoke commandingly, taking the bowl from Margaret. "You two girls, grab his shoulders and hold tight." In a flash, Margaret and a girl beside her were kneeling beside Dinky's naked body, gripping his arm and shoulder before he could move, immobilizing him. He tried to get his feet under him, raising his rump.

"You two boys—each grab a leg and sit on it," Mary commanded. After a moment's pause, Jake and Sam complied, pinning Dinky's legs down so that now he was on all fours, with a boy sitting on each of his calves, his legs splayed, his butt spread and his butt hole clearly visible. Mary walked around to Dinky's front, where he stopped struggling after a moment of impotence and looked up at her like a trapped animal. She reached onto the bowl and pulled out an object that looked rather like a somewhat oblong egg, slightly less wide, but longer. It glistened in the light, like it was coated with grease. "This, people, is a suppository. Sister Magdalene makes them for use on the calves and goats when they have troubles. She has a mold she squeezes the medicine together with. I had Margaret get two of them from the ice box, so they're rather cold. They dissolve when they get warmer. Like when they get inside your body."

"I'm not swallowing that," Dinky protested loudly. He clamped his mouth shut.

"Oh, suppositories aren't for swallowing," Mary said, her voice dripping with concealed laughter. "They go in quite another place entirely." She circled Dinky, moving out of his sight. It took a moment for her words to register.

"NO!" he squealed. "No, no, NO! You're not sticking one of those things up my butt!"

"Why, yes, yes I am," Mary said firmly, kneeling beside Dinky's spread butt. Dinky tried clenching, but with the boys almost as big as him sitting on his calves he didn't even come close to closing access to his anus, his efforts merely making the tight muscle purse, almost winking at the girls, most watching with wide eyes. "In fact, I'm sticking two of them up your butt. One at a time. As far as my fingers can reach. That ought to get something started."

She leaned over Dinky's back, then straightened up again. "Oops," she said. "Almost forgot my protection." She put the greasy egg back into the bowl and handed it to Margaret, then reached into a dress pocket and pulled out a rubber glove, which she slowly slid on, snapping the opening as she pulled it over her wrist. Then she pulled a small glass jar out of the other pocket, a jar of cold cream. She dipped the index finger of the glove in it and spread it around thickly. She then reached in to the bowl with her ungloved hand and retrieved the glistening egg. Bending, she loomed over Dinky's butt, which was wiggling and clenching, trying to close access to his anus but failing with four people holding him. "Hold still," she commanded loudly. "Or it's the birch for all of you."

"Come on, hold still," Jake added impatiently, fighting Dinky's efforts to buck him off. "You'll make it so all of us get it!"

"I can have one of the girls squeeze your bean bag until you hold still," Mary added. "Any of your girls want to volunteer?"

Excited voices chimed in, and eager hands shot up all over. Dinky, the words penetrating him, abruptly stopped bucking, he looked over his shoulder, eyes wide, buttocks trembling. His anus was wiggling like a live animal caught in a paw trap.

"That's better," Mary said, leaning over him., standing in front of leaned over Dinky's back, her uncovered hand holding the glistening egg. She slowly, deliberately pressed the tip against the slit of Dinky's anus. Dinky clenched, but couldn't close his butt with his legs shoved forward and held down by the boys seated on them. He let out a whoop as the cold lump parted his straining anus, sliding in despite his efforts to keep himself closed back there. "As the boy who raped me said, 'stop the whining—it'll feel good in a minute.'" As the egg disappeared into the boy's anus, she shifted, pressing the back with her gloved hand. Girls watched, wide-eyed, as her finger penetrated the tight orifice, folding inward as her finger slid smoothly in until her knuckles were against his anal ring. Then, slowly and smoothly, she pulled the finger out, the muscles of his anus gripping it like a sucking mouth, closing as her finger exited. She retrieved the second egg and pressed it to Dinky's once again tightened slit.

"No, not another one!" Dinky moaned. But Mary didn't even slow down. The slick egg forced his anus open and slid in, and then the gloved finger followed, slowly pressing the egg in until it touched the previous one and forced it deeper into Dinky's rectum. Then she smoothly extracted her finger again and straightened up, peeling the glove off.

"I'm going to have them let you go now," Mary said loudly to Dinky, who was shivering from the cold lumps that were now firmly imbedded in his rectum. "You will stay on all fours with your rump facing the girls until you're ready. I'd hate to have to have you birched after you've come this far." She signaled, and the girls holding Dinky to the floor carefully let go of his shoulders. Dinky jerked away from each of them indignantly as they let go, but he stayed down and didn't try to straighten up. Next, Jake and Sam were directed to rise off of their grip on Dinky's legs. Mary nudged the boy's knees, aiming his ass more squarely at the audience of girls, then widening the spread of his legs. "Bring out the cat box," she ordered.