The Orphanage Boys Chapter 36

The Orphanage Boys Chapter 36
by Chadlad

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Chapter 36: 36th floor—Baked Goods

It was weird, even surreal, to be in the position Jake was in. Being on his knees, naked, in front of an equally naked Sam was weird enough. Nuzzling Sam's hairless crotch with Sam's wiener in his mouth, sucking the hard, rubbery appendage like the nipples on the calf bottles he and Sam had eaten from the day before was just plain impossible to grasp. How could he be doing this, his brain kept asking. How could he be sucking on this, this private thing of Sam's, this thing he'd teased at grabbing when they were in the shower but never really tried to? This thing pee came out of? But Sam's tightly curved wiener was in his mouth, the tip pressing urgently against his palate, his lips closed on the throbbing shaft. He was gripping Sam's bare buttocks, because he'd been ordered to by the girls, and some distant part of him was registering that Sam's bottom skin was still soft even though it was covered with healing welts from its maltreatment over the last few days. The penis in his mouth was rock hard under the rubbery skin covering it, and the tip throbbed insistently against Jake's mouth, near the back of his tongue. It felt in his mouth surprisingly like his own felt in his hand when it was hard and he had to pee—yet different. The curve was disturbingly intriguing—he knew, deep down, that the liked the rather sharp curve in his friend's phallus, liked the way it made the tip turn up. Distantly, he was aware of others in his periphery—girls in rows of chairs to his right, cheering, giggling, egging him on with a rhythmic "suck, suck, suck" chant that he was unconsciously using as the rhythm to pace the efforts of his lips and tongue, Dennis, or Dinky, as the older boys had called him, was standing on the other side with his hands on his hips, also completely naked, but standing at ease, almost cheerful despite the humiliations he'd suffered at these girls' hands as well. He was even looking down at Jake with an easy condescension as he waited his turn in Jake's mouth, his bigger, more mature, mushroom-headed cut penis already hard, standing up and twitching as he watched the two younger boys, Jake sucking noisily, Sam breathing hard and losing control to involuntary little thrusts of his pelvic region, thrusts that were bruising Jake's lips. Jake tried not to think of the fact that this older boy to his side was his next task, that he'd be taking that bigger, more twisted, mushroom-headed organ into his already tiring mouth all too soon.

The coin had been heads, of course. Because that's the way Jake's luck had been going ever since the day they were called out of school and taken away by the police, not even getting to see their mothers one last time, taken to the apartment and ordered to pack a paper bag with clothes, no toys, only clothes, and taken in an ancient Model A up through the hills to this awful place. The coin had been heads. He'd told himself that's what he'd wanted, he'd wanted it to be heads, to spare poor Sam this, but he knew, deep down, that this wasn't true. What he'd really wanted, once the rules of the game had been explained, was for him and Sam to both get heads, and Dinky tails, or him and Sam to both get tails and Dinky heads. Then that nasty older boy would be the one sucking his wiener, and sucking Sam's, and that would have been right, and fair, after what he'd done to Jake. Embarrassing, sure, to have yourself sucked, bare naked, in front of all these girls, but not as embarrassing as having another boy's wiener in your mouth. But after the first two boys' flips had come up tails, Jake's heart had sunk to his ankles, at least if a thing pounding like a jackhammer in your chest can possibly sink at the same time. He'd told himself that he wanted to get head, then, to spare Sam the indignity that he was going to face anyway. If he was going to take Sam's thing in his mouth, how much worse would it be to do two of them. But God knew your heart, that's what the nuns said, and now he realized he was paying for his evil thoughts, because in his heart he had still been wishing for tails, so that he'd only have to suck one of them. That was evil, and God knew his heart and knew he was evil, because he'd wanted Sam to suffer along with him. Worse, he knew he'd been hoping that if they all got tails, he'd be assigned to suck Sam's little, harmless wiener instead of Dinky's. Because not only was Dinky's larger, and more threatening looking, more disgusting, somehow, than Sam's familiar organ, but it had been in Jake's butt, and no amount of washing it would ever make it clean again in Jake's mind after that.

But the coin had landed heads up, and Mary had acted immediately, dragging Jake by the arm over in front of Sam, pressing down on his shoulders to force him to his knees, slapping his butt to make him kneel with his back straight, and then threaded her fingers through his unruly hair and guided his mouth to Sam's small, drooping, innocent-looking little-boy penis. "Suck," she'd ordered. "Suck hard, and keep your teeth out of the way. Suck 'til he cums." And Jake had sucked, because what else was there to do? His knees hurt supporting him on the hard floor, and his jaw muscles were already aching from the strain, but he sucked, and tried not to think of what Sam used that organ for. Somewhere, the intellectual part of him was pondering Mary's phrasing, and wondering what "til he comes" meant. He wasn't sure, although he thought it might, just might have something to do with the tingly, shaky, wonderful feelings that had come when his own penis had been stimulated by the big, mean nun and by that weird doctor priest. And the time with Sam, when he'd done what Jake was doing now....

But he didn't want to think about that, because thoughts of the top of Sam's red head bobbing at his crotch brought a mixture of guilt and shame and excitement that made his own penis twitch. But at least he now knew what it had been like for Sam when he had been forced to suck Jake there in the hog pen the previous day. In fact, looking at it intellectually, which the rational part of his brain kept insisting on doing, sucking Sam's penis wasn't nearly as bad as he'd thought the act must be. He had been sure that the other boy's penis would taste like pee, although he wasn't at all clear on just how pee must taste, only how it smelled, and it smelled like it would taste bad. But Sam's dick didn't taste like anything, much—kind of like sucking your thumb, or sucking on the skin of your arm. Jake had expected it to be squishier, somehow, but it was surprisingly hard under the velvety outer skin. The insistent curve of it made the bottom press hard against his tongue, the part with the wrinkle knot of skin that joined the foreskin, and the tip against the roof of his mouth, both at the same time. Sam seemed to respond favorably to him moving his tongue against that wrinkled area underneath his organ as Jake sucked it. Being forced by Mary to "take it all in," Jake's nose was tight against Sam's soft groin, and he could smell the faint scent of soap there, from the bath they'd been given in the open by the barn, with all those girls watching. The girls were shouting, "suck, suck, suck!" more insistently now, and he picked up the pace of his sucking to match their chant. Suddenly, Sam stiffened, ramming into Jake's lip painfully with his pubic bone, and then his penis was jerking in Jake's mouth as Sam grunted loudly, groaned, and shivered against him for several long seconds, rising on his toes as he did. The intellectual part of Jake noted this reaction and correlated it to his own behavior when Sam had done the same act to him. And, moments later, Jake did the same as Sam had done the day before. He dropped back onto his heels and pulled backward, yanking his still pulsing dick from Jake's mouth. Jake looked up at Sam's face questioningly, noting as he did that Sam's dick was red and dripping with saliva, bit still curved tight to his belly, and saliva was dripping off his tight ball sack as well.

"Too much," Sam panted. "No more, please." He looked pleadingly at Mary, his red glistening little penis bobbing as he shifted. "Please don't make him do it no more. I can't stand it. It—it tickles." The girls, meanwhile, had stilled their chant and broke out spontaneously in applause. Mary didn't wait for Jake to recover or have second thoughts. She threaded her fingers through his tousled hair and turned him, making him waddle awkwardly on his knees or be yanked by his hair, and poised his face of Dinky's hard organ. Dinky obligingly put his hands on his hips and thrust his crotch out to make access easier, smirking down at Jake.

Jake looked pleadingly at Mary. He licked his lips and cleared his throat, which had somehow become thick and had a big lump in it, like he felt like crying "Do I have to?" he asked in a small, hoarse voice. "My mouth is getting real sore."

Mary laughed. "And you think we girls don't get sore when you stick those things in us? You don't think our mouths get tired when you insist we suck your disgusting things? Time the shoe was on the other foot."

"Go ahead, kid," Dinky said arrogantly. "You'll like it. 'Specially when I cum—you'll love the taste."

"You make snot with that worm?" Mary asked Dinky sharply. "You can squirt?"

"'Course I can," Dinky boasted. "I ain't no little kid like them." He looked down. "I had hair—lots of it. Mother Superior shaved it off with a straight razor. I thought she was going to cut my dick off for a minute."

"She should have," Mary said primly. "You're a rapist. Everyone knows it. Although it's not so bad, because you did it to one of your own. Far as I'm concerned, you can stick each other in the behinds all you want. But you guys don't stop at that—then you want to do it to us, to our sisters and friends. Mother Superior should have cut your worm off. She should have cut your sack off, too. I'd do it myself if she'd let me. Or maybe just cut off the sack, so your worm would stay small and harmless. 'Course, yours still looks like a little boy's, so maybe it's not to late for you still." She stared with disdain at Dinky's penis for a long moment. Dinky shifted uncomfortably. "You're a liar," she finally concluded. "You can't squirt snot. Not with a sack that little. You're dry, just like them. I bet you just pee at the right moment and fake it so the other boys don't know you're dry."

"Can too," Dinky retorted, his pride hurt. "I squirt lots. Thick stuff, not thin like pee!"

"Prove it," Mary said. "Let this little pervert go ahead and suck your thing, but push him away when you're about to squirt. We'll all see if you're a liar. If I don't see snot coming out of that worm, I'm making an example out of you for the other two. Sister Mary Catherine said I could snack your sack with a wooden spoon if I caught you lying tonight." She grinned and the grin was pure malice, making Dinky shiver inside. "Twice," she added. "One for each of your little marbles."

"I'm not lying!" Dinky burst out indignantly. "I really can cum! Wet! Really! I do a whole lot!"

Jake nodded internally. He knew already that Dinky had squirted something into him when he'd been mounted in the pig pen and humiliated by the older boy. His rectum had dripped afterward.

" You'd better be able to," Mary said. "If you can't, you get the spoon on those tiny little things in your sack. And if you can, the girls can see how disgusting you guys are for themselves, how you belch your disgusting snot when you finish."

"Okay, but don't blame me if I hit one of you," Dinky said. "I can squirt real far. I hit myself in the eye once."

"Prove it," Mary said. "Me, I'm betting I'm going to be playing knick-knack with your little paddy-whack." She pushed Jake's head toward Dinky's crotch, her fingers, still threaded through his tangled hair, yanking painfully on the roots. Jake shuffled on his knees into position, having no choice but to open his mouth and get his teeth out of the way. The tip of the older boy's circumcised cock touched Jake's tongue, and he closed his lips on the shaft, getting ready to start sucking despite the tiredness of his jaw. But a voice chimed in. "Move your head up and down on the shaft—boys like that better." It was the girl who'd mentioned this whole sorry game to start with. "Get it good and wet, then just move your head in and out, letting your lips stroke the surface. He'll come faster if you do. And your tongue and mouth won't get so tired."

"How would you know?" another older girl challenged her. The girl looked at her with clear contempt.

"I already told you I watched my brother and his friends," she retorted. "I know what they liked. They called moving your mouth up and down it 'lollipopping.'"

"Do it," Mary ordered. "We'll see if she's fibbing or not. And we'll see if he's fibbing, too, she added, jerking her free thumb at Dinky." She emphasized the order by moving Jake's head in and out with her grip on his hair, forcing him to move his mouth up and down on Dinky's hard penis shaft. The penis twitched, and Dinky clenched his buns and released an involuntary, embarrassing grunt.

"See, he likes it," the girl said triumphantly. Mary released Jake's hair.

"Go on," Mary said. "Do it. All the way out to the tip, then all they way to the base. In and out."

After a moment, Jake started moving his head in and out obediently, letting the shaft of the boy's penis piston in and out of his mouth. It actually wasn't as bad as sucking, not really. The kid's dick was slick with spit, and Jake's mouth moved easily on it. Dinky tasted different than Sam down there—he was saltier, and kind of musky-smelling even though he'd been scrubbed clean not long beforehand. The older boy's penis was throbbing in Jake's mouth so powerfully Jake could feel his heartbeat against his tongue even as he moved up and down the hard shaft. Dinky's breath was halting, as he caught and released it, his muscular boy butt twitching. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back, curving his groin out to meet the other boy's sucking mouth. A low moan escaped him and he clenched his buns hard for a few seconds, then relaxed again. His hand moved down to the side of Jake's face, suddenly pushing him away hard, forcing his face to one side, shoving so hard that Jake was pushed off his throbbing member and fell back on his butt, almost toppling over before throwing his hands behind himself. Still, Dinky's action wasn't a moment too soon. He grabbed his own cock and began pumping furiously, and to Jake's and Sam's open-mouthed amazement, he thrust forward powerfully, his cock jerking as a spatter of droplets sprayed from the end and dotted the floor, then a thicker, more viscious fluid spurted out a few inches, landing on the boy's stroking fist, clinging there. It looked just as the girl had described it, like white, watery snot. Dinkly pumped himself furiously for a few more moments, then his hand slowed down abruptly, and he squeezed his penis from base to tip, skimming the thick fluid off onto his fingers and the back of his hand. He held the hand out, palm down, displaying the glistening liquid that covered his knuckles and pooled on the back of his hand to the girls.

"See!" he said triumphantly. "Told you I could squirt! I've got hair, you know! Only Sister Mary Katherine shaved it off, like I said! While I had my nuts in the vice!"

Girls were staring at the glistening mess on the back of the boy's hand and his fingers mostly in a combination of fascination and revulsion. Multiple comments of the nature of "Ick!" and "Yuck," were voiced from various places in the room. Mary stopped forward, grasping Dennis by the wrist, well beyond his befouled hand. Holding up a water glass with the other hand, she scraped Dennis' hand relatively clean by drawing it several times across the top of the glass. The thick, pearly liquid began sliding down the inside of the glass. Mary held it up to the watching, girls. "Behold!" she said. "See what disgusting snot boys squirt out of their worms! They want to squirt that in you, all of you! Right into your private parts! They want to squirt that in you all the time!"

"They like to squirt it in your mouth, too," the other girl added, the one who'd told the story about her little brother's barn games. "And they expect you to swallow it!"

"It looks like snot!" a girl blurted. "White snot!"

"It's baby juice!" Another girl called. "It's what boys make babies with! Be careful, Mary! You'll get pregnant!"

"They've got to shoot it into your cunny to make you pregnant!" another girl shouted.

"Huh uh," the first girl said. "You can bet pregnant if you get it in your mouth, too. It swims down there and gets inside you."

"That's stupid," the girl with the little brother said. "My older sister swallowed about a gallon of the stuff while she was a senior at Our Redeemer. She never got pregnant. And if anyone would have, she would."

"Get rid of it," Margaret urged, looking slightly nauseated. "Just to be sure. Wash it down the drain. Then wash your hands with soap! You want to have his brat?" She looked at Dinky with disdain.

"Oh, I'll get rid of it," she said. She turned to Ruth. "I think it's time for us to have our cookies—we only have, like, 10 minutes left. Bring the tray in from the kitchen. And bring one of the spreaders, too."

She regarded the glass in her hand, glaring at Dinky's semen as it oozed down the inside of the glass. Jake, finding his position sitting on his butt humiliating (and somewhat uncomfortable—his buns were still sore from repeatedly being spanked), got to his feet slowly. Once there, he still didn't feel any more comfortable, because now he was aware, once again, that he was naked in a sea of girls. He ached to cover his privates, but had to stand there with his hands limply at his sides. The other girls kept chattering excitedly about the way the older boy's penis had sprayed its load, and about how he'd screwed up his face when it did, biting his lip and scrunching his eyes. A small girl imitated his ejaculatory performance, jacking an imaginary dick in front of her crotch and pumping her hips while making elaborate faces, making the other girls go into hysterics. Ruth returned with a tray covered with cookies, and a small spreader knife sticking out of her pocket. She held the tray down to the girls, who crowded around, each taking a freshly-backed cookie. The cookies smelled heavenly to Jake, and he found his mouth watering. He hadn't had a fresh cookie since the last time his mother had baked, maybe a week before the disaster that had ruined his and Sam's ordered life. He looked longingly as cookies disappeared. There were 5 left on the tray by the time the milling girls had each grabbed one. Ruth shifted the tray to one hand and took one, and Margaret took another. Mary shook her head when offered one. "There are only three left," she said. "I think we should share with the boys. You boys each want a cookie, don't you?"

Sam nodded his head eagerly. Jake nodded more slowly. The girl was smiling, and the smile radiated malice—something was up. But if he didn't nod, that would call her attention to him, and he certainly hadn't enjoyed her attentions so far. Dinky reached for the tray. Mary slapped his hand, hard. "Uh, uh, uh!" she chided. "Wait until you're served. Yours aren't ready yet. They need some special frosting. She picked up the spreader knife and, as Jake watched with dawning comprehension, dipped it into the glass she was holding and scraped up a glob of Dinky's cum. She deftly spread it across the first cookie, then repeated the process for the next two. The three cookies now looked like someone had spread snot on them. She picked on up and held it out to Dinky. "Take it," she said. "Take it and eat it—all of it!"

"No way," Dinky said, shrinking back. "I ain't eatin' that!"

"Why not?" Mary said. "It came out of you. It can go back in you. Eat it. It's the last thing we're going to make you do. Well, almost. Eat it, and you don't get birched. Or don't, and we'll get to watch Mary Catherine cut your bottom to shreds. It's all the same to me." She shoved the cookie at Dinky. He reached out slowly and took it, looking at it with clear distaste. Mary held a cookie out to Sam, who, obedient as always, took it, holding it gingerly by the edges, his eyes crossing as he looked at the smeared surface up close. He looked like he might be sick. Jake felt numb, but somehow he'd become completely unable to avoid obeying this girl. He reached out and took the third cookie as it was offered to him. Mary set down the tray. "On the count of three, the whole thing goes in your mouth. Any of you hesitate, I can spoon your little wrinkled bags—Mother Superior said so. So on three, shove it in your mouth, chew, and swallow. One...two...three!"

Jake and Sam crammed cookies in their mouths mechanically, like marionettes being pulled by strings linked to the tall girl's voice. Dinky hesitated only a second, glanced down at his vulnerable balls hanging plumply under his now dangling, sated penis, before he, too, crammed in his cookie. Jake's initial reaction was revulsion as the clammy, cold, wet cookie surface of the top touched the foof of his mouth. But the sugary taste of the cookie against his tongue quickly overpowered the disagreeable texture at the top, and he didn't taste anything but cookie. Thus, he found himself enjoying his first sweet dessert in days. He almost smacked his lips as he chewed and swallowed. Girls were laughing, making disgusted noises, or showing revulsion as they watched all three boys swallow the altered treats. Sam brushed crumbs from his fingers against his bare haunches as he swallowed, like a little boy brushing crumbs on his pants.

"See!" Mary shouted. "See how disgusting boys are! They didn't even hesitate! They like eating each other's worm snot! Could they be more gross? Remember that, girls! Remember that when they want you to kiss those dirty mouths! Remember!"

The noise of the other girls drowned out what else she was going to say. Jake, swallowing crumbs, tried to avoid thinking about the images in his head of the slimy, sticky liquid spurting out of the older boy's cock and sliding down the glass like slime, or the snot-like substance being smeared over each cookie, or the sensation of that cold slime against the roof of his mouth. But now that the cookie was gone, he felt slightly sick thinking about what had been on it, and where it had come from. He knew the images would haunt him, just as the images of that same boy pooping on all fours would haunt him, as the taste of that boy's hard, throbbing penis in his mouth would haunt him, too. The girls giggled and chattered around them, and he stared at the far wall, over their heads, supremely conscious of his nakedness, of his limp penis jutting over tightly pulled balls, out in the open where they all could see it. Shame overwhelmed him and he blushed redly again, wishing it would all be over, that he could go curl up somewhere and pretend he was alone in the universe. Next to him, Sam fidgeted, unable to stand still, his still wet penis—wet from Jake's mouth, a thought that made Jake blush more—hanging limply, the head red and swollen bigger than the base, like a little bowling pin attached to the boy's hairless crotch. Sam's little-boy balls were pulled tighter than Jake's own, retreating from all these angry, mocking females. Glancing the other way, he noticed that Dinky's penis wasn't red like that on the tip, not irritated-looking the way Sam's was. Was that because he'd sucked Sam's, sucked it like nipple, but had only moved his mouth up and down on the older boy's organ? Could he have hurt Sam's little wiener by sucking it as hard as he had?

He had plenty of time to think about these things. The noise went on and on, making all three boys uncomfortable, even Dennis, who had almost seemed proud of his ability to squirt stuff from his penis just moments before, but now seemed chastened and subdued after he'd finished. Girls were pointing at their various boyish protrusions and commenting, mostly with a sneer of derisiveness in their voices. Finally, Mary stepped up again and raised her hands for silence, and the room gradually settled down.

"It's almost time for us all to go back to the dorms," she said, pointing to the clock that sat on a shelf on the front wall, an ancient thing that one of the bent-over sisters wound once a week during the breakfast hour. "But it wouldn't be fair to send these boys back to their dorms naked, now, would it?" she added. "Just think of the fun the other boys would make of them if they had to walk back with their little things dangling out in the open!" Jake looked up hopefully—they were going to get clothes! He hadn't thought about journeying back through the compound to the dorm, walking in naked when all the other boys were clothed, and, even worse, probably having to walk back with all these girls—girls who would make fun of him, maybe even touch him down there if they thought they could get away with it. But now that he did think about it, he found himself longing for clothing—even the tight, too small underwear they'd come in with would be preferable to being naked. He'd take the briefs clearly outlined his privates and only covered the insides of his butt cheeks over nudity. His longing showed on his face, and Mary turned to him.

"You want some clothes, don't you, little boy? You want to cover up your disgusting boy parts! See, girls—they know they're disgusting! They're ashamed, and want to hide all their dirty secrets from you! They want to hide that place in their bottoms where their disgusting dirt comes out, and that little worm that squirts its foul fluids! They know they're gross!" Mary scanned the other girls triumphantly.

"They're really no worse than us," a tall girl in front said, loudly enough to be heard by all. "What about the curse? Isn't that worse than a little snot?"

"Don't be disgusting, Muriel," Mary snapped. "The curse of Eve is just our cross to bear. Our burden for angering God, and eating of the tree. But we're not proud of it, the way these disgusting boys are proud of their disgusting fluids! We have the good sense not to talk about it, and we certainly don't try to make it happen the way they do!"

"But we piss, too," the tall girl reported. "And everyone craps, and we all do it the same way! Heck, the way they piss is better that what we do—they don't get it all over themselves and have to wipe afterward like we do."

"SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH!" Mary snapped, her face reddening, her words clipped in fury. "NOT ONE MORE WORD OUT OF YOU! I'M PUTTING YOU ON REPORT WITH MOTHER SUPERIOR FOR LUSTFUL THOUGHTS!"

"Fine, put me on report, you tight-cunt, holier-than-thou bitch!" the other girl retorted, also furious now. "That's all you do, isn't it! Snitch to the nuns, put people on report! Just because you'll never use your cunt for anything but pissing doesn't mean you need to poison all these other girls! Myself, I like boys, and I'm not afraid to admit it. And these three are really kind of cute, in a little-boys sort of way. Nice little dicks!" She glared at Mary, who seemed flabbergasted by her outburst. "Go ahead, put me on report," she added after glaring a few moments. "But you've got to sleep sometime, and bad things happen to holier-than-thou cunts when they're asleep!"

Ruth stepped forward. "Come on," she hissed in a theatrical whisper. "Not in front of the B-O-Y-S!"

Mary laughed suddenly, a braying, loud horse-laugh. "The B-O-Y-S can probably S-P-E-L-L better than Y-O-U!" she barked, doubling over with laughter. One by one, the other girls began laughing, too, as they worked out what she'd said, or, in the case of the younger and somewhat denser girls, had it explained to them. Ruth looked pained. The tall girl crossed her arms and looked away. Mary took in her retreat and apparently decided to call a stalemate for the moment—she'd decide what to do about this girl's latest stab at unseating her as alpha female later. She turned her malice back toward the cowering boys. "You do want some clothes, don't you?" she asked, her voice cunning.

"Yes, please," Sam said eagerly.

"Whatever," Dinky said. "I ain't ashamed of my dick." The last he muttered to the floor.

"We'll start with these," Mary said. She pointed to a small pile of white cloth that another girl was holding. "Given your total lack of hygiene as a group, it's imperative that every boy wear underwear. Or a diaper." This was said in a snicker, and the other girls laughed loudly. The girl with the pile of clothing handed each boy a garment, one by one. Jake unfolded his and looked at them. They were a peculiar form of underwear, thinner than the briefs he was used to wearing, and stretchier. He looked for the fly to find the front so he'd know which leg to put in which hole, but couldn't find one. There was a tag, though, so he decided it must go in back. He bent and slid one leg through one of the leg holes. Next to him, Sam was puzzling over which leg to put where. Dinky suddenly looked up in outrage.

"Hey!" he said. "These are panties! Girls' panties! I ain't wearin' no girls' panties!"

Mary was on him like a flash, her hand snaking out and her fingers digging into his crotch, isolating his balls and pulling them out like a pouch. She exerted pressure on the hard lumps under the thick skin with her fingertips. Dinky doubled over, gasping in pain. "You don't learn very fast, do you?" she commented, giving his balls a firm squeeze. Dinky squeaked and tried desperately to pry her fingers loose from where they were digging into his groin, his scrabbling hands only succeeding in making her squeeze his balls harder. He regretted having bitten his nails to the quick—he had nothing to use on her. After what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly let go, and he fell to his knees, gasping, his face white, his hands going to clutch his aching balls. He looked up at her with surprise and hurt in his eyes, like a dog that has suddenly been kicked. Mary looked down at him with notable contempt.

"Now, you will put these on," she said, picking the panties up from where he'd dropped them and dangling them in front of his nose. And you'll put on everything else we give you. Or, so help me, I'll crush those little things of yours into a pulp."