The Orphanage Boys Chapter 5

The Orphanage Boys Chapter 5
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 5: The Fifth Floor - Bathroom Equipment and Supplies

Jake tried to concentrate on the fractions he'd laboriously copied from the blackboard. He hated fractions. He'd almost rather be spanked than do fractions. Well, almost. Or perhaps not. His butt still ached and itched from the last two butt roastings he'd gotten. There was a faint liquid sound from his intestines again, then a loud gurgle, and suddenly Jake had to squeeze his butt with all his might to keep from pooping himself. Pressure built within him along with gut-wrenching cramps that made him gasp. There was a damp feeling, just a spot between his buns, then as he trembled with effort as he fought the evacuation urge, the pain and pressure gradually abated again. Had he actually let something out? It felt hot and squishy between his buns, just like he had let something escape. Had he spotted in his diaper? Children around them were staring at him now, and he tried to look nonchalant as the pressure backed off again. Even if he hadn't already spotted his diaper, how long could he hold it? He'd never had trouble holding it in before - he couldn't remember the last time he'd pooped his pants, he'd been so little. Although a few years back he'd had a close call or two when he'd been sick, but he'd rushed to the bathroom and ripped down his pants just in time.

Was he sick? But if he was then Sam had it too - there was a deep rumble from under the desk beside him, then a sort of gurgling slosh, then Sam was hunched over the desk, gripping the edge, every muscle of his body tensed as he panted through gritted teeth. A small grunt escaped him, then another, and his whole body appeared to lock up for a minute, then the tension slowly went out of him and he released the desk and straightened up, panting for breath. He breathed deeply and leaned back, but Jake noted his lower half was still tense, not relaxing for at least another 30 seconds. Jake was about to whisper to Sam to ask if he was okay when the next attack hit him - liquid pressure surged at his anus, and a massive cramp that doubled him over at the same time. There was a massive, gurgling, farting noise that went sort of like" blublublublup!" and suddenly his butt hole felt hot and wet, his butt crack and then his butt flooding with hot, oozy, slimy material. It surged to cover all of his buns, then another cramp doubled him over and he could feel the hot, wet slime squeezing between his legs, flooding his genitals with heat and wetness. He tried to clamp down on his butt hole, but more poured out of him in a third painful lower gut contraction, and then more yet as he hunched over the desk in misery. Next to him, Sam also doubled over, making his own loud, bubbling, farting noises, shuddering, then turning white as his own flood apparently also filled his diapers. Sister Chastity looked up as a repellant odor began spreading through the room, creating massive student reactions.

"Holy mother of God," the boy across from the two of them said, holding his nose. "Jesus!" several other voices added. Sister Chastity rose quickly from her seat.

"Sarah, Mary Beth! Take two of them out of here - lead them across the way to the flower bed. I'll prepare the hose. You other children, open those windows to clear the air in here, then read chapter 35 in your history books. There's a quiz tomorrow, so you'd be wise to focus on studying. I shall send the lowest scoring child to Sister Mary Catherine! And I do not want to see anyone watching from the windows while I'm outside."

Sarah took Jake by one arm, and Mary Beth took Sam by the other, and the two were led waddling out of the classroom. Both walked at a half crouch, feeling miserable, liquid sloshing between their legs as they walked. Jake's intestines were gurgling again, and more irresistible pressure was building up at his anus, threatening to force its way through. Squishy, disgusting slime felt like it was coating his ass, his genitals, and his pubic area, and he could feel it lubricating his upper thighs as he walked, squishing back and forth in a most disgusting manner. He stunk, and his butt felt huge in back, his rubber pants pushed out low on his butt, evidence of his infantile loss of control. What was wrong with him? He'd never had diarrhea like this before! To top that off, his lower butt burned, the tender, previously well-spanked skin irritated by his rectal output.

Sam was feeling very much the same, only he was having gut cramps rather than fighting to keep his sphincter tight against the onslaught. Wave after wave of sharp pains coursed through him, making him walk in a gasping, halting fashion, doubling over every few feet, then moving on Mary Beth prodded him. About half way there he had to stop, crouching, as embarrassing liquid sounds erupted from his butt and he flooded his full diaper even more. In moments Jake was crouching similarly, pooping himself uncontrollably right there in the open, near the windows of half a dozen classrooms. The girls waited a moment for their distress to subside and then proded them onward, so that finally they were at the designated flower bed, across the way from the classrooms in the alcove by the main office quarters. Each boy was led to a stepping stone at the edge of the garden and ordered to take of his shoes. Jake tried, then felt more cramps as more hot liquid flooded his butt, this time reaching the top of his diaper on both sides. It felt like his whole underpants area was packed with hot, wet slime. Sam doubled over a particularly sharp cramp, and Jake noticed with embarrassment for his friend that Sam's diaper and rubber pants had started to leak, yellow brown slim oozing out one leg. Sister Chastity, stalking up dragging a hose with a shut off nozzle on the end dripping rapidly, noticed this as well and waded in, yanking shoes and socks off of first him and then Jake and tossing them back onto the pavement.

"Get their shirts off," she ordered. "We don't want them messing any more of their clothes! And take their binkies, too - they belong back in the classroom." Jake began having cramps like Sam's and doubled over again, as Mary Beth and Sarah approached them with disgusted looks, wrinkling their noses as they delicately rolled the boys' shirts up over white backs. They had to prod both boys to lift their arms so they could pull the shirts off, but in moments there were two bare-chested little boys standing miserably on their stones, half crouched, both now with yellow-brown slime oozing down their inner thighs on both sides, shivering miserably with their arms crossed over bare chests. Without ceremony, both boys' pacifiers were then yanked out of their mouths.

"Boys, pull those diapers down and off, along with your rubber pants," Sister Chastity ordered. "I doubt if you'll need to remove the pins - as full as those diapers are, they'll probably just slide off. Radiating misery, Jake and Sam tried to push their diapers down without touching anything slimy and disgusting. At first this was difficult, but as both boys managed to work the tight diapers past the swell of their buttocks, the heavy, overloaded wads of fouled cloth slid down easily, lubricated by the boys' own output and propelled by the full diaper's own weight. Jake stepped fastidiously out of his soiled diaper, looking sick at the slimy material that had spread all the way down his legs and was now on his feet. Sam stepped out more methodically, and both boys looked up briefly, wanting to cover their privates from the view of the girls and whoever might be looking outside, but not wanting to touch the gooey slime plastered around their genitals and dripping from their scrota. Then Jake cramped again and doubled over, his butt jutting out just as watery slime cascaded straight down from it into the dirt of the flower bed, and in moments Sam followed suit, both boys squatting, shaking, as contractions and cramps rippled through them and wave after wave of wet slime squirted out of their bottoms. The girls watched, talking to each other behind their hands. Neither had seen a boy actually pooping like that before, at least not a boy their own age. And while they did sometimes attend the little boys at the toilets, it was to wipe them afterward, not watch them poop. Of course, this was more like water, not real poop, but the process was still fascinating to them, sort of like watching an animal do its business. Finally, thought, the latest attacks appeared to pass, and both boys tried to straighten up, shivering and shaking. Their lower halves were a disgusting mess, covered with watery shit. Jake couldn't remember feeling this wretched ever in his life. He was so miserable that he didn't ever have time to consider, right then, that he and Sam were totally naked and exposed in the school yard.

"Lift your arms straight out to your sides and hold still!" Sister Chastity ordered. She manipulated a nozzle, and suddenly ice-cold water was playing across Jake, stinging his sensitive stomach and splattering everywhere. The stream played over his genitals, making his balls ache and his penis shrink, then moved down his legs. Then it was gone, and Sam was gasping as Sister Chastity gave him a quick first rinse as well. "Turn around," Sister Chastity ordered. The boys both shakily complied, and the torrent of water played first across Jake's butt and down his legs, then across Sam's. Moving closer, Sister Chastity moved the hose back to Jake's butt crack, the water, under high pressure, forcing his buns apart and stinging his burning, overwhelmed butt hole and then the back of his balls. The water moved to Sam's butt and Jake began to shiver more vigorously as his body cooled fast in the open air.

Sister Chastity shut off the water. She pulled two small parcels out of her habit. "Lye soap," she said. "Catch it and soap yourself all over, from the neck downward. And get it into all your cracks and crevices. It'll burn sensitive areas, but I'm not going to rinse you until you're soaped all over, so get at it!"

Jake and Sam began rubbing the rough soap onto their bodies, working down from their necks. The soap tingled, and when they got to their underarms, it burned slightly. As he moved down his body, Jake let his eyes wander, now finally becoming aware of his nudity now that he was no longer having gut crams. He was trying to see if they were being watched from the classrooms across the way. How well could they see the two naked boys from way over there, anyway? Well, they could see they were naked, but would their penises really be visible from that far? Maybe not. Jake hoped not. He'd be pretty far away for watches over there. And his dick was pretty small, and so was Sam's. But he was pretty sure he could see faces turned their way in more than one classroom window. He passed the soap around his genitals and moved to his thighs.

"Young man, that will not do!" Sister Chastity snapped. "I said to wash all your major cracks and crevices, and I meant it! Your spigots have to be disgusting and dirty after being immersed in your filth - wash them thoroughly. And roll those foreskins back and wash under them! Foreskins are very unhygienic! Yours should rightly have been removed when you were babies! Work up a good lather under them! It may burn, but do a thorough job - I'll be watching, and if I have to wash you down there, you'll regret it!

Foreskins? What the heck were foreskins, Jake and Sam both wondered. Starting to grow so cold that their teeth chattered, both boys obeyed her command, moving on down their bodies until they were soaping their hairless pubic mounds, (Jake's only recently and painfully made hairless) then running the soap over their tight ball sacks, trying to work the soap into all the crevices and wrinkles as instructed. They had to bow their legs to do this, and the two girls watching avidly from close range had their eyes glued to the boys' crotches as they washed their privates. Sister Chastity stood holding her dripping hose, the nozzle shut off, glaring at their crotches a well.

"Your spigots, boys!" she snapped "Wash your spigots! And pull back those foreskins when you do, like I said before!"

Jake and Sam dutifully began circling their now small penises with the soap, both boys immediately discovering that the soap tingled the pee slits of their barely projecting penises, a tingle that quickly developed into a dull burn. The sensation, though, had a paradoxical effect - both small penises began hardening, so that in moments two erections were pointed at the girls and Sister Chastity, one longer and slightly curved but pointed straight out, the other shorter and pointed up towards Jake's face. Sister Chastity frowned even deeper. "I said get those foreskins peeled back and wash under them!" she thundered. "Do I have to do it for you?"

Sam caught on first. "You mean our beanies?" he asked innocently. He pointed to the tight skin encasing the tip of his erect penis like a hood, so that only the tip of his penis projected along with its now reddening piss slit. "That's what my mother called them. Our weenie beanies, she said. When we were little. Gotta pull back the weenie beanies, and wash under there, that's what she said." He looked misty-eyed, for a moment, remembering the happy home life they'd so recently lost.

"That's quite enough, young man," Sister Chastity said. "I don't need to hear the filthy ramblings of a whore. Just roll your foreskins back and wash under them like you were told!"

Sam carefully slid his foreskin back - it was still pretty tight on him at his level of development, and began working the soap on his exposed penis head. Jake, watching him, followed suit a few moments later. The two watching girls leaned together and shared a comment, a comment that brought smiles to their faces. Sister Chastity kept glaring. "That's enough!" she snapped after awhile. "Move on down your legs."

Both boys stopped circling their now throbbing penises and dutifully began soaping their thighs, bending as they had to reach lower and lower, to their ankles and feet. Sister Chastity ordered them to lift each foot and soap each of the toes and the bottoms of each foot, then told them to stand up again. Without warning, she blasted Jake with the hose, starting with his face and moving down his body to his toes. His still hard penis jumped and bobbed in the spray, yet it felt all tingly and exciting at the same time, but the spray hurt his balls, and that detracted from the experience. And the water was unbearably cold.

Then it was his turn to drip while Sam was squirted down from head to toe. "Now for the backs," Sister Chastity said firmly. She pointed at Jake. "You - turn around and face the administration building." Jake turned around, noticing with a shock that in her window, not 5 feet from him, was Mother Superior, standing immobile with her arms crossed, frowning at the two naked boys. Her frown deepened as she caught sight of his erect penis bobbing by his belly. She shook her head and made the sign of the cross, then recrossed her arms and stared at him impassively.

"You," Sister Chastity said to Sam. "Wash his back from the neck down. When he gets to your bottom, young man, bend at the waist and reach back and spread yourself so he has full access to wash you there - that's the source of the trouble, after all."

Jake shivered uncontrollably as Sam started washing his neck with cold hands, and Sam shivered as well. They were so close that several times he jabbed Jake in the side of his bare butt with his projecting penis, which seemed, now that it had been stimulated to life, to be reluctant to go down again despite the cold. Finally, Sam was finishing just above Jake's butt and it was time to bend over. Jake's heart was pounding—the girls were right there, and he was going to bend over and let them see his butt hole! Where the poop came out! He flushed with shame - other than his mother and Sam's mother, he didn't think anyone had ever seen his butt hole. Except Sam, of course. They'd played "Show me yours and I'll show you mine" enough times that he could have described Sam's butt hole quite accurately, and Sam probably could have described his as well. And it wasn't like it was a big deal - Sam's was just a circle of wrinkles with a tight slit in the middle, pinker than the surrounding white skin, and Sam had reported his was similar. But it was the idea - they were girls, after all, and girls younger than them at that! And it was his butt hole!

But on Sister Chastity's command to bend over, Jake bent over, then reached back and pulled his butt cheeks apart as ordered. He could feel the girls' eyes probing him, and could actually hear their whispers and suppressed giggles. Sam's cold hands tickled as he circled Jake's butt hole with the soap. Jake's sore, well-spanked butt came alive with sharp tingles and pains as the soap found tender spots, then his butt hole began glowing, growing hotter by the second as the soap seeped into the sensitive slit, already sore from the flood of diarrhea he'd voided. Sam worked quickly, fully aware that any kids watching from the windows might be too far to see details, but they could certainly see that he was touching another boy's butt. But Sister Chastity stopped him when he tried to move down Jake's thighs. "Wash it again," she said. "And work your fingers into the opening this time - get some soap in there - it has to be extremely dirty."

Sam sighed. "Sorry, Jake," he said. Jake felt his friend working up a lather directly over his butt hole. Then there was pressure, and without much protest Sam's index finger slid right into Jake.

"Twist that finger, young man!" Sister Chastity ordered. "Spread the soap around in there!"

Sam sighed again. "Sorry, Jake," he muttered again under his breath. "She says I gotta." The invading finger, already burning where it had been inserted, twisted in Jake's butt, and the burn increased tenfold.

"More!" Sister Chastity ordered. "Get plenty of soap in there!" Jake felt relief as Sam's finger slipped out of him, but moments later it was back, slimy with soap, once again making him gasp as it twirled in his tight anus. Sam withdrew the finger again, but to Jake it felt like it was still there, and the burning began increasing. Sam was finally allowed to soap down to Jake's heels.

"Straighten up, young man," Sister Chastity ordered. "We'll give the soap time to work while you wash your partner in crime. Butthole burning, squeezing his buns tightly to try to close off the unbearable sensation, Jake began soaping Sam just as Sam had soaped him, from the neck down. Then it was Sam's turn to bend over and assume the humiliating stance with butt spread apart. Jake was shocked by how red Sam's butt was - the poop he'd gotten on him had apparently irritated his sore bottom something fierce. Jake wondered if he himself was that red. His face certainly felt that red. Sam's butt hole was visible, now, and it wasn't the usual tight slit Jake had seen before - his friend's butt hole was protruding and swollen, and bright red rather than its usual pink. Sam shivered and gasped as Jake rubbed the caustic soap over his well-chastised little ass, and then tensed as Jake circled his butt hole, knowing what was coming. Jake coated his finger heavily with soap and pressed tentatively on the slit in the middle of the red wrinkle pattern. To his surprise, his finger simply slid right in, and tight moist warmth surrounded it. Sam stiffened and let out a little yelp, the tight muscle nipping at Jake's finger before relaxing again as Sam adjusted. Jake quickly rotated the finger and withdrew it, covering it with soap to do the required second round of cleaning, hoping to get this over with for his friend as quickly as possible. The rest of the job was anticlimactic, although it felt funny soaping his friend in such intimate places. Finally he finished, and Sister Chastity nodded it him to hand the soap to the girls. Sarah stepped up and took it, her eyes dropping to give his little hard cock a quick once-over as she did. Jake blushed, realizing he and Sam were both still hard. He hoped the hard-ons weren't visible from the school windows - he knew what the other boys would say if they saw them.

"Stand with your hands behind your heads while I rinse," Sister Chastity said. Both boys complied, which meant they were staring once again at Mother Superior's serene expression, an expression that emphasized that they were naked in front of her, with every part of them on display. The cold water stung their backs and then their sore butts, working down to their legs. This had to be almost over, Jake thought to himself. They were cleaned, and they would be able to go somewhere and get dressed in something, and then...

And then the school bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. In moments there was a babble of voices rising across the way, and the sounds of doors opening and footsteps pounding out onto the pavement. And then Sister Chastity sent cold ice through both boys' hearts. "Bend over," she said. "And spread your bottoms. I have to rinse thoroughly or the lye will eat right through your sensitive skin back there."

Sam turned half around. "But—but—but the kids!" he protested. "They'll see us! Down there!"

"I'm not in the habit of being disobeyed, young man," Sister Chastity said firmly. "Now bend over and spread those bottoms, or both of you will be feeling my paddle in a moment."

Blushing all the way to his shoulders, Jake assumed the prescribed position, Sam following suit. Behind them they could hear a whole crowd of children hurrying their way, voices and shouts growing louder. It sounded like most of the orphanage was coming over. Words and shouts could be understood now - shrill voices, calling, "Hey, they're naked!" and "Over here - look at this!" As he bent over, Jake glanced back through his legs. A semicircle of children had stopped about 15 feet back, and other kids were piling in behind them, straining to see over the other children or pushing to slip through, all chattering excitedly. Then the cold water hit his sore butt and played on his burning butt hole, and he gasped and went up on his toes as the pain of it shot through him. In moments he was done and the water was playing on Sam. He straightened up, looked over his shoulder at the jostling audience, his heart pounding. Belatedly, he reached down and put one hand over his genitals, cupping them to hide them, as he turned the other palm backward and tried to shield as much of his butt as he could. Cupping his genitals was only half-way successful with a hard-on - he could hide his ball sack, but his penis didn't fit under his hand, and he had to settle for pressing it against his belly with his wrist. And his hand didn't really cover his butt crack at all. Shivering, naked to the world except for what his hands could cover, he waited for the Earth to swallow him up.

In moments, Sister Chastity finished rinsing Sam, and he, too, straightened up, saw what Jake was doing, and emulated him. After a moment, though, he gave up trying to cover his butt and moved both hands to his genitals, cupping them and hiding his penis more effectively. Jake, seeing the wisdom of this, followed suit, both boys clutching their genitals and shivering. Sister Chastity nodded at their backs. "Excellent," she said. "We're just in time to start the cleansing." She turned and reacted to the crowd of noisy, jostling children as if seeing them for the first time. "Don't you people have some place you're supposed to be?" she asked archly. "Or will Sister Mary Catherine's paddle be working overtime today?"

Children began scattering immediately, although most filled their eyes with as much of the nude boys as they could see before departing. In moments all the children were streaming into various dorm. "Turn around, boys," Sister Chastity said. The two turned, both still cupping their exposed genitals to the disappointment of the kids hanging back hoping to see something besides the two bare boy-butts they'd already observed. Sister Chastity, they noticed for the first time, had a pair of towels slung over one shoulder- white towels that blended with her white habit. (Sister Mary Catherine and Sister Grace favored the black habit, possibly because they worked directly with children and the black didn't show dirt so readily, possibly for other reasons.) Sister Chastity tossed a towel at each boy. "Dry yourselves," she said. She pointed to the girls. "You two, take their shirts, socks, and shoes and leave them by the door of their dorm, knock, and tell the other boys to take their clothes to their cots. Then you're dismissed for the day. You boys finish drying and give me back the towels. Sister Mary Catherine, I'm sure, is eager to finish what the castor oil started."

Both boys dried themselves, trying to keep part of a towel over their exposed genitals at all times. Kids were still wandering around the area, trying to look like they weren't trying to watch the naked boys. Sister Chastity crossed her arms, waiting. Finally she spoke. "That's enough stalling - walk over here and give me the towels." Both boys reluctantly complied. Butt holes burning, cupping genitals in both hands, shaking with cold, the two boys hobbled across the playground naked, lingering children eyeing them openly as they passed, their tight boy-butts clearly visible to all. One girl slipped close enough to Jake to whisper, "Nice little pecker," into his ear before passing on. He reddened and looked down, relieved to see that he was completely covered, wondering how much she'd seen from across the yard before he and Jake had been able to cover up. He and Sam had to hustle to keep up in Sister Chastity's wake. Jake wondered what the sister had meant about continuing what the castor oil had done, pretty sure that whatever it was, he wasn't going to like it. Beside him, Sam, clutching his own genitals tightly, was wondering the same thing.

They weren't long in finding out. They entered a dorm crowded with boys gathered in a circle near the bathroom door, a circle that had been prepared by pushing the beds back. It was comfortably warm in the dorm, a sharp contrast for boys almost blue with cold. Two wooden devices that looked like stubby saw horses with wide, flat tops were lined up. The front two-thirds of the saw horses were padded, but not the back third. Both were short enough they only came up to about the tip of the boys' penises in their normal dangling mode. A pair oddly-shaped pans were on the floor nearby, each shaped like a large bicycle seat with a narrow neck that quickly broadened out to a wide, circular section. Sister Mary Catherine was standing there doing her moored battleship imitation. "Come in, Sister Chastity. You'll be assisting me today with thiese two. It's about time you boys got here - we've been waiting," she said as they entered. She glared at the boys' hands. "Stop touching your genitals," she said sharply. "Have you learned nothing the last two days?"

"But Sister!" Sam protested. "We're naked! There were girls out there! They could see us!"

"Like you wanted to see them?" Sister Mary Catherine said, raising an eyebrow. "In any event, you're not outside, there are no girls in here, so move those hands to your sides. You young boys are entirely too modest these days." Sam and Jake, embarrassed, uncovered their genitals. It was funny, even though they and the other boys shared showers and dressed and undressed together talking casually as they did, how being the only boys undressed and in a circle of staring faces made one shy and self-conscious. Sister Mary Catherine looked at Sister Chastity. "I take it from that little display in the courtyard that the castor oil has already done its magic," she said.

Sister Chastity nodded. "And are they quite finished, do you think?" Sister Mary Catherine asked.

"There have been no eruptions for the last 10 minutes, so I think it's safe to say they're done," Sister Chastity replied.

"Good," Sister Mary Catherine said. "Then we'll get to work completing the job. You!" she said, pointing at Jake imperiously. "Place one foot on either side of the horse legs! You do the same on the other horse," she added, her finger stabbing the air toward Sam. Frightened, puzzled, but eager to please, Jake complied with her wishes on the first horse, and Sam did the same on the second. They had to stand with their feet half again as far apart as normal, the horse short enough to fit between their legs with the bar a few inches below their crotches. Sister Mary Catherine pointed at a pair of leather straps, one facing outward on each leg. "Tie them," she said. Flip and three of his friends each took a leg, pulling the straps tight so that the boys' feet were tied to each horse's legs. This left their legs spread just to the point of verging on the uncomfortable. Sister Mary Catherine pointed to the partially padded flat top of the horse. "Lie there," she said. "Stretch your hands down the sides of the front legs."

Both Jake and Sam grabbed the padded front of the horses and eased themselves down until their chests pressed the padding, resting their chests on it and letting their arms trail down the legs. Both boys twisted their heads around, watching with clear consternation on their faces as the older boys quickly pulled each arm down and circled their wrists with the straps attached on the legs. Flip, on Jake's left side and Sam's right, whispered, loud enough for both boys to hear but not the Sisters behind them, "Remember, you little jerk-offs—only babies cry!"

"What was that, young man?" Sister Mary Catherine said imperiously.

"I was telling my boys that they would be wise to learn from this experience," Flip said innocently, pulling Jake's wrist strap down tightly.

"That's commendable," Sister Mary Catherine said. "You should also remind them that this isn't a time for misplaced displays of manliness. The procedures will frequently be painful, and they should give into it -- a good cry during a cleansing is essential, and also a signal that one has been humbled and accepts one's fate." She turned and began consulting in low tones with sister Chastity.

Flip turned to Sam's right wrist strap, grabbing his hand and tightening the strap around his wrist. "If you want to look like babies," he hissed, "go ahead and cry like she said. Then everyone in the dorm will know you're big, diaper-wearing fairies. You'll be sucking all of our dicks the rest of the time you're here. Unless you show us you have some balls, that is. Though considering the peas you've got in your bags, I doubt you have it in you." He straightened up. "They're ready, Sisters," he said. "I told them to go ahead and cry when it hurts, because that would be best for all of us." He looked down at the two naked, now totally helpless boys. If he could only have them like this with none of the sisters around! "You guys remember what I told you," he said, stepping back. "You know what we boys expect from you."

Jake and Sam knew perfectly well what he expected. He wanted them to cry, so they'd look weak to all the other boys. They weren't sure about his remark about sucking the dicks of the other boys - why would the other boys want them to do that? Wouldn't they be afraid of being bitten? Both boys mentally shuddered at the idea of taking a boy's dick in their mouths as well as having another boy take their dicks that way. Sure, they looked a lot like the nipples on the big bottles the boys had been forced to eat and drink from, but pee came out of dicks, not food! And why would you want another kids mouth on your dick, anyway? He'd just get spit on it. The whole idea seemed pointless, except for the humiliation factor. Having to suck somebody's pee thing would be humiliating, sort of like having to kiss his butt.

Sister Mary Catherine began motoring over to the bathroom. Both boys turned their heads with their chins resting on the pad so they could watch what she was going to do next. Whatever it was, it didn't have a good feeling about it, not with the two of them strapped down, helpless, bent over with their legs spraddled so far that their butts were open and all the other boys were probably looking right at their butt holes. Both their butts still throbbed faintly with the aftereffects of the spankings of the last two days. The bench felt strange under them - the pad ended at the ends of their chests, so that their stomachs hung in open air about 2 inches above the beam of the horse. Their penises had finally gone soft and shivered when the boys twitched and shifted in discomfort at their positions, so the pointed tips swung endlessly, just visible under their almost tight little sacks filling the space where their legs joined their bodies, wrinkled and hard against them in reaction to the cold water they'd just escaped, and making them look like little boys down there. To the watching boys, Jake's sack was noticeably bigger and looser than Sam's - he clearly was in puberty, even though his few proud little pubic hairs had been ruthlessly yanked out that morning.

Jake pulled at the straps with his hands, finding his movement seriously restricted. He felt so helpless! Lying there in a position ideal for being spanked, or paddled, or whipped, his butt all bare, and not able to move at all! And all those kids seeing him and Sam like that, seeing all their most private parts. He wasn't used to people seeing his butt wide open like that, with the hole visible - sure, he'd showed his shyly to Sam a few times, but Sam had also shown Jake his. The mutual exchange had made them, like, butt hole brothers or something. But these kids weren't their brothers - some, like Flip, were clearly enemies, smirking smugly as they watched him and Sam being humiliated.

Jake was right in his surmises about that. Flip and his gang were indeed smirking as they watched the show. The two little twerps looked so frightened lying there on the horses, their butts up and spread, their butt holes and balls and even their dicks hanging in space for all to see and mock. And boy, would he mock them later on! He'd point out the tiny size of their dinky dicks and their baby balls, and he'd make sure they knew that everyone had seen their now red, irritated butt holes. He wished he'd have been close by when they'd shit their pants - it would have been hilarious. He hadn't even got to seen them being hosed off for more than a brief instant—they boys had been hustled off to the dorm by Sister Mary Catherine after school to set this stuff all up. But still, there would be a lot still to see and enjoy. And more than that, after his remarks to them he was willing to bet that they'd try very hard not to cry, and that would be even better for him.

Sister Mary Catherine came out of the bathroom, wheeling an IV stand with a huge rubber bottle hanging from the top, tubing coming out of the bottom to where it met a valve, then splitting into two tubes that dangled almost to the ground. She pulled it out of their sight behind them. "These horses put you in the ideal position for the cleansing procedure," she said. "And insures that you hold still throughout as well. You two are going to receive a series of enemas to cleanse your digestive tracts, each more potent than the last. The other boys are here to learn from your experiences. We will start with the soap and water enema and move up. The water will feel quite warm, but it isn't dangerously hot. You boys would be wise not to fight the enema tube, because fighting won't stop the procedure, it just ensures you'll enjoy it less."

Jake had already realized that, in their position, their bare, spread asses were facing the watching boys, and with their legs spraddled, their butt holes were completely open and vulnerable. But just how vulnerable he discovered in moments, as Sister Mary Catherine placed a large, cold thumb and forefinger on either side of his butt cheeks right at the edges of his butt hole and began pushing in opposite direction. With a shock he realized she was trying to actually spread his butt hole apart. Instinctively, he tightened up but in his bent over position his butt wouldn't' close, and she reacted by simply pressing harder, digging in fingernails, so that his butt hole felt like it was tearing. He stopped fighting and tried to relax, and then a cold, wet, rubbery nozzle was pressed against his hole with powerful force behind it, and his hole surrendered and the nozzle slid in, opening him wider and wider as it went, until it felt like it was going to tear his bottom open. It was greased with something slippery, but still it hurt as it went in, spreading his butt hole rudely and widely, and his rectum was already sore from the soap, after all. Jake gasped, and heard Sam gasp next to him as Sister Chastity apparently was doing the same thing to him with the second hose. The nozzle keep sliding in when he thought it would stop, apparently as big as a calf nipple, invading his butt, until it felt like there was at least 3 or 4 inches shoved into him.

Sister Mary Catherine released her pressure on his hole, letting it close around the huge invader, and then, before Jake could sigh in partial relief and take stock, very warm water was flowing into him, burning his already sore rectum and spreading backwards up his intestines, swelling his belly with irresistible force. He moaned in pain and discomfort, shifting his legs. The nozzle felt like wood peg up his butt, the flow of water into him like it was coming from a fire hose. Next to him, Sam moaned, too, and Jake twisted his head around so he could see his friend's face. Sam's eyes were panicked, and Jake knew his own expression must match Sam's, as the water continued to pour in, swelling his lower belly. Cramps came and went as the water continued to invade both of them. Sister Mary Catherine shifted to his side and Sister Chastity to Sam's side, and they both, simultaneously, began massaging the boys' stomachs, which were easily accessible in the open space above the horse where their legs were strapped. Jake found Sister Mary's big hand on his stomach very unpleasant - she was kneading his lower intestines, helping the water flow as deeply into him as possible. Both boys' bellies swelled as the water filled up their insides, tingling, and cramping and filling them uncomfortably full as it did.

Flip, watching from the center behind the boys, almost laughed out loud. The two little snots looked so funny with big tubes running into their butts, shifting their weight from leg to leg as the soapy water invaded them, swelling their small bellies. God, he hated them—he'd spotted them for momma's boys the moment they'd arrived, sad faced and almost teary after being torn away from their homes and cast adrift. He hated momma's boys. He'd been tough at their age - he didn't need his own abusive, alcoholic mother and he hated hearing other boys talk with longing about mothers who had held them and read to them and baked them cookies. They were wussies, all of the momma's boys were, and he hated wussies. Let them find out about the real world - the real world was having big hoses jammed up your butt. The real world was being spanked daily, hard and long, so that you could never sit down without cringing in pain. The real world was having your mother threaten at least once a week to cut your dick off with scissors, "for good and all." He looked at their tight little ball sacks clinging to their crotches. He wished he could just walk up behind them, with them tied just as they were, and kick each of them right up between their legs and flatten those baby balls into their groins, maybe even drive their balls out their assholes! Stupid momma's boys! He was looking forward to this afternoon.

Hand on the boy's soft stomach, feeling the clenching of muscles as he fought cramps, Sister Mary Catherine felt great internal satisfaction. Discipline and cleansing were the Lord's work. Bending the boys over the horse had given her a sense of a job well done - as each had bent down, she'd been treated to a charming scene of the results of discipline as it should be - two almost identical bruised and blistered little boy butts bent before her, the muscular cheeks a dusky, mottled red and clearly still sore. That was as a should be - a properly spanked boy should be sore for days afterward, so every movement, not just sitting, reminds him of his sins. And she'd felt great satisfaction sliding the enema hose into this one, and letting him feel his total vulnerability and helplessness. Boys needed to know they were helpless against God's plan and God's majesty. She'd felt a sense of God's power in her as she spread and invaded this boy's anus with her largest enema nozzle - she'd clean the dirt out of him, and wash his sins away in the process! He looked to be full of dirt and sin, this one, but she'd clean him! She looked at the large hose penetrating the now red, irritated anal ring that was clinging tightly, trying its best to close but helpless against the invader. With her free hand, she gave the hose a bit of a push, seating it more deeply into the boy and wringing a startled grunt from him as she did. She let her hand brush the edges of the invaded orifice, as if feeling for leaks or for damage, then let her fingers slide between his legs and grasp the small, wrinkled bag there, squeezing briefly. She nodded her head as if confirming something, squeezed his little scrotum a bit harder so that their contents could be felt, nodded again, and let her hand grasp his penis. He'd gone limp a moment ago, but he was hard again, rock hard like boys get when given enemas. It was a good sign, a sign the enema was working on him. Enemas tended to keep boys hard, simply a physiological reaction, of course, nothing sexual about it. Hard penises from enemas she could forgive because they were innocent, not the lust filled hard organs Mother Superior had seen clearly outlined in the pants of these two when she'd caught them on the hill. These boys would have hard organs for at least the next hour, she knew, but it was almost charming, really.

But the real and figurative dirt inside them wasn't charming, and she let go of her grip on his hard penis and gave the nozzle still another push. She pondered what she'd felt for the moment - this one was clearly at the threshold of manhood, and that was a delicate time for boys, a time when so many would go the wrong direction. She'd make sure that didn't happen with this one, that was for sure! She noticed Sister Chastity's eyes on her, along with the eyes of all the other boys. "This one's nozzle was slipping," she said by way of explanation. Check the other one's nozzle, too. Mustn't have it slipping out."

Sam could have told her that there was no danger of that - his nozzle felt like it was a mile inside him already, and was firmly anchored to his rectum. But Sister Chastity shoved it in another half inch, and he yelped in surprise as his rectum complained about the invasion. His insides felt bloated and full, and he wondered how long they had to have the hoses inside them, and what would happen next.

Sister Mary Catherine looked at the boys' distended bellies. "That's probably enough for now," she said, reaching for the stand. She shut the flow of fluid off and put a hand on the small of Jake's back, gripping the nozzle with the other. Sister Chastity matched her movements on Sam. "Now we're going to pull these nozzles out," she said loudly. "And you boys are to hold the enemas inside you until told otherwise. There is to be no leaking, understand? We must give the enemas time to do their good work! So when we pull out the nozzles, I want the two of you to bear down on your sphincter muscles and make them as tight as you can, and contract your buttocks as well!"

There was a painful burning sensation as the nozzles were pulled out of the boys, and both gasped in pain. Jake felt a flood of hot wetness begin running down the skin between his legs, under his butt hole and onto his scrotum. Not wanting to be seen pooping himself, he squeezed his butt hole as tightly as he could, his buns contracting from the effort. Beside him, Sam did the same. Both quivered with exertion as Sister Mary Catherine hung the nozzles up on the stand. "Wipe them," she said to a boy standing nearby with a towel. The boy frowned with distaste. He'd been appointed this job by Flip, but he didn't like it, of course, Still, knowing it was always wise to obey Sister Mary Catherine, owner of an enormous variety of paddles, he stepped up to Jake's butt and wiped the fluid off his nuts, his butt crack, and his butt hole, then did the same to Sam. Both boys were trembling with effort - the urge to poop was overwhelming. Sister Mary Catherine began calmly pushing the IV stand toward the bathroom. "I'll just get the next round ready, Sister," she said to Sister Chastity. "They should hold the enemas for at least 3 minutes - perhaps you'd best appoint a helper for each of them—bent over like that it is hard to bring all their muscular strength to bear."

Sister Chastity looked around the room, her eyes lighting on two younger, low prestige boys. "You, and you," she said. "Come over here." The boys complied cautiously. "Press on either side of his bottom and hold the cheeks shut," she said to the first boy, pointing at Jake. "You do the same to him. And press hard - if either of them leak, you'll be joining them for the next round."

Both boys, frightened by the very real picture in their minds of themselves naked with hoses up their small butts just like these two, squeezed on the other boys' butts with enthusiasm, so hard, in fact, that Jake and Sam's very sore bottoms began protesting the effort.

Jake's and Sam's intestines alternately gurgled and cramped, the urge to just let go overwhelming, but the fear of what would happen if they did and the fact that other boys were holding their butt cheeks shut kept them from doing just that. It seemed like an eternity until Sister Mary Catherine came back from the bathroom, pushing her IV stand with the bag hanging distended from it again. She walked out of Jake's and Sam's range of vision, and then in moments they heard her command the boys holding their butts, "Move to the side." Cold steel suddenly was pressed against Jake's soft upper thighs and between them, and he gasped in surprise, Sam's almost identical gasp next to him suggesting Sam had also felt the same sensation. "You, you, you, and you," Sister Mary Catherine said. "Hold these in position and don't let go if you know what's good for you." The metal pan, for that's what it was pressing between Jake's and Sam's legs, wiggled and shifted as the boys took up their tasks. "You can let go of their bottoms now," Sister Mary Catherine said from behind them. The hands gripping Jake's butt immediately were withdrawn. Hot liquid inside him tried to break out, and he had to clench powerfully to stop it. A second surge built up, just as he hear Sister Mary Catherine say, to his relief, "You two miscreants may evacuate your bowels now."

Even if he hadn't been instructed, Jake would have emptied himself, anyway at that moment. Liquid gushed out of him, wetting his inner butt cheeks, coursing down between his buns and off the back of his balls. He could hear the sound of it hitting the metal pan, and the sound of Sam's efforts next to him, as well as boys making disgusted sounds as they watched the two spouting fluid out of their butts like horizontal volcanoes. It seemed to Jake like fluid poured out of him forever, first in a fluid, then in a series of muscular contractions that forced out little squirts, and then in a final, embarrassing dribble that trickled off of his balls. His butt hole and rectum burned where the fluid had passed through, and the back of his scrotum and the skin between his legs even began to feel irritated by the liquid. It reminded Jake of the times he'd had diarrhea. "You and you - wipe them," Sister Mary Catherine said imperiously.

There was a pause, and then unfamiliar hands began tentatively daubing at Jake's butt crack, bringing color to his face when he realized one of his fellow boys was actually wiping his butt for him, touching what was the most private area on any boy. As his confidence grew, the boy wiping him got rougher, scrubbing at Jake's already sore butt crack in a most uncomfortable manner. Jake almost jumped as the boy moved down and began scrubbing his balls, pressing so hard his growing orbs were smashed against his groin. It just didn't seem right, and he wondered how he'd ended up at this strange place - a boy just didn't touch another boy's balls! Even Sam had never touched his balls, or his dick, either!

Finally, the boy stopped wiping him, apparently dumping the toilet paper in the pan. Sister Mary Catherine spoke up again. "You boys holding the pan! Dump those in the toilets. We have to get ready for round 2. As you boys can see, they still are full of the disgusting dirt you boys have in you - they must be cleansed! This next round we'll be using water and hydrogen peroxide in the enemas."

What the heck was hydrogen peroxide? Jake wondered. He cringed as he felt Sister Mary Catherine's man hands touch his buns again, pressing fingers on either side of his butt hole and forcing it open, knowing what was coming this time. The hard nozzle, cold with whatever she put on it that made it slippery, slid easily into his sore rectum this time, but not painlessly - Jake gasped as his rectum protested being invaded again so soon. Warm liquid flowed into him as before, like it was under pressure, but this time was different - the liquid began a bubbling, seething sensation in him almost immediately, an unpleasant sensation that spread up his colon inexorably. Soon his entire intestines felt like they were full of popping, sizzling sensations. As before, the butt squeezers, as he'd begun to think of them, stepped up and held his buns tightly shut, and he concentrated on not pooping himself, and he was able to hold the enema for the prescribed time. It was a close thing, though - the sizzling, seething liquid inside him kept making little surges and trying to force its way out of his butt hole, and there were several times when only the pressure of the boy holding his butt saved him from whatever dire punishment Sister Mary Catherine had in mind for boys who poop on the floor. Once again, just when he though he couldn't stand it any more, when his butt hole was aching and burning from holding back, and his rectum was shrieking with irritation from the bubbling liquid inside him, the pans were put in place and he and Sam were allowed to evacuate, once again drawing remarks of disgust and embarrassing verbal comments from the other boys. Jake again felt the humiliation he'd felt before when the wiping boy, as he though of him, stepped up and swabbed his butt hole, his crack, and his balls, even having to swab the back side of his penis this time.

"Much cleaner," Sister Mary Catherine pronounced. "I believe we're ready for the penultimate round." Jake didn't know what "penultimate" meant, but hoped with all his heart that it meant last. Sister Mary Catherine was continuing on. "This time I'll be using a medicinal tonic called 7-Up. It's normally consumed orally to flush out the toxins that result from the use of alcohol, but I've found it does a marvelous job flushing the toxins out of the bottom ends of nasty little boys, too. As with most medicines, you boys will find this one very unpleasant, especially going in your back ends." Once again Jake's butt hole protested as the big nozzle invaded him, and his rectum burned at the violation as well. But her forgot about both when the liquid started flowing - suddenly, a tingling, burning sensation was spreading inside him, climbing up his side, spreading across him, descending the other side, and becoming more intense as it spread. He began wiggling in distress. He moaned involuntarily. Next to him Sam gasped. "It stings! It burns! Please, no more!" he begged. Jake bit his lip to stop himself from complaining embarrassingly like Sam was doing. He was all too aware of the possibility of being labeled a "wussie" by Flip and his crew. Sam was thrashing in his bonds as the liquid kept spreading inside him, and before he knew it, Jake was wiggling and twisting, too, trying to get away from the burning inside of him. But Sister Mary Catherine was pressing hard on the nozzle, so he couldn't expel it, and Sister Chastity must have been doing the same to Sam, because Sam was now repeating, over and over again, "Take it out! Take it out!"

But this time Sister Mary Catherine left the nozzles in, merely calling on the butt squeezers to hold their butts closed against any accidents while she waited the prescribed time for the enema. When, after minutes of agony that had Sam begging and Jake moaning quietly, the nozzles were finally withdrawn, both boys began squirting out their enemas immediately, in Jake's case so energetically that the first gush shot out the side of the pan and splashed the shirt and pants of the boy holding one side of it. That boy almost dropped the pan but managed to hold on, yelling in protest at being "pooped on!" Sister Mary Catherine commanded him to be silent and stay at his post, noting, "It's not the first time you've had boy dirt on you and it won't be the last." Jake didn't even care at this point - his insides remained on fire, and he felt like he'd been run through a wringer.

"Notice how the 7-up is just as clear as when we started," Sister Mary Catherine said to the boys, all of whom had their eyes glued on the proceedings. Jake sagged with relief as the last dribble flowed down his perineum, flooded down his balls, and then dripped off them and the tip of his penis. Those structures also began burning faintly, but if the liquid was clean, that meant it was the last round, right? Sister Mary Catherine went into the bathroom with her IV stand again, and the butt wiper boys did their thing (this time Jake was sure the boy was being entirely too thorough on his balls and his dick - he wasn't that wet down there, but the boy handled him for almost a minute there before tossing the toilet paper, and it felt like the skin between butt hole and balls was getting raw). Jake watched the bathroom, hoping to see Sister Mary Catherine come out empty handed, but in a minute the IV stand came around the corner of the door, the sister motoring behind it, the bag full once again.

"Now for the last one," she said to the assembled boys. Jake stiffened as her hand spread his butt once again, and the familiar greasy, cold nozzle pressed against his still burning butt hole. This time the nozzle slipped in totally without any resistance - his butt hole had given up, apparently. Warm liquid began pouring into him. He felt an odd, chemical warmth that began building immediately, but unlike the burn of the 7-Up, this didn't peak and stay there - the heat went up and up and up, endlessly, until a fire was burning in his rectum and creeping up his intestines, incinerating everything in it's path. "OOOOOOOOO," Sam moaned beside him "AAAAAAA!"

Jake felt like moaning, too, but he bit his lip fiercely so he wouldn't look weak in front of the other boys. He couldn't stop from twitching his little ass, though, and pulling at his bonds - he just wanted to get up and run from here, run to the bathroom and push the burning invader out, and maybe shove about 100 ice cubes up his butt. "Why are they wiggling like that?" a small voice behind Jake asked. "What's in that bag this time?

"A special blend," Sister Mary Catherine said. "For boys who commit venial sins like lust and self-pollution. It's mostly water. Well, that, and the juice from about 10 Jalapeno peppers."