The Orphanage Boys Chapter 6

The Orphanage Boys Chapter 6
by Chadlad

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Chapter 6: Oral Health Needs and Footwear

The pepper enema was over, at least in the sense that they'd been allowed to expel it. The after effects were still just as vivid - Jake's and Sam's insides, at least in their lower abdomens, still burned like a fire was ravaging them, and the burn had spread down their butt cracks to their ball sacks, and even the tender tips of their penises, which got a small amount of the liquid on the underside of them when they were being wiped. Both boys had been allowed to push out this last, most horrible of enemas, but the suffering didn't stop when they did - their insides, their perineums, and their scrota burned like a small fire was blazing away on them. Sister Mary had announced to the boys that they were to lie there for 10 minutes after the enema, then she would administer a soothing oil bath to their colons, to "wash out the remains as well as the cleansing mucus." The other boys laughed at the reference to mucus, or showed disgust. Sam and Jake didn't care at this point - they were moaning softly, unable to keep quiet but, mindful of the judgments of the watching boys, able to keep themselves, just barely, from crying. The 10 minutes seemed like an eternity, but then, finally, Sister Mary Catherine emerged from where she'd been in the bathroom with the full bag once again, and their poor tired rectums and their butt holes were once again invaded with the nozzle, the nozzle feeling even bigger every time it was inserted into their tired anuses. This time the liquid oozed in more than pouring, but as it flowed in it quenched the horrible burning, reducing it to a warm inner glow. In a few minutes both boys had stopped whimpering, both feeling tired and spent and incredibly bloated and full. When the nozzle was taken out, it was work to expel this thicker liquid. Both boys had to grunt and pant to fill the pans, the oily fluid flowing down their perineums slowly and tickling their scrota as it oozed off. Jake's butt hole started feeling odd to him, hardly moving as he pushed, and when he finally felt himself to be empty, he realized he couldn't feel it any more at all, even when he squeezed hard down there.

"Look, they're not closing anymore," a high-pitched voice said. "They're just hanging open! And they're all pink inside! It's like a mouth—like the mouth on a fish! You know, like carp!"

"The anuses of boys who get pepper enemas normally do that for awhile," Sister Mary Catherine said. "It's part of the process of creating total surrender of the boy's body to the will of God. Jalapeno juice is especially useful in that regard."

"But won't the poop just kinda fall out if their holes are open?" the boy persisted. "When they have to go, that is? And what if a fly flies in there?" He looked around the room, where flies were buzzing around lazily. As if the boy had the power of prophesy, one landed on Jake's butt near his butt hole just then, but immediately flew off. The crowd of boys began laughing.

"Flies tend to find the residual pepper juice distasteful, so they don't stay long. And these two won't need to have a real bowel movement until late tomorrow at the earliest," Sister Mary Catherine said. "Perhaps not even until the day after that. But we do have to deal with the leakage of the cleansing mucus that they'll be producing. It so happens we have just the things for that." There was a murmur of comment behind the boys, and some giggles. Jake stared at the wall, his cheek resting on the pad, unable to lift his head to see, but fearing the worst. His eyes met Sam's across from him. Sam looked defeated and exhausted, just the way Jake felt. Sister Mary Catherine's fingers pressed near his now wide open anus. Before Jake could wonder what was coming, cold, hard rubber forced its way into his butt hole. His hole stretched and stretched until a stab of pain made it feel like it was ripping, then a bulging ring passed through and the pain eased up. The respite was momentary, as another ring immediately stretched his hole to the tearing point, and then a third before the stretching eased off and cold rubber touched the outside of his butt hole. Across from him, Sam's mouth had gone into an "O" shape, his eyes panicked as he felt Sister Chastity do the same to him. Sister Mary Catherine let go of Jake's butt cheeks, but the feel of the invader filling his rectum remained. The hard rubber felt huge up his butt, so huge he could swear it was pressing against the base of his penis.

"These are anal plugs, most useful for both the discipline of incontinent boys and for controlling their emissions. These two will wear them while we continue the cleansing for both those reasons. We're now done with the first part of the cleansing - you may release them from the horses."

Boys bent down beside the two of them, fumbling with straps. In moments, Jake and Sam were free. Jake moved his hands tentatively, his fingers tingling. He didn't feel like getting up, he felt like going to sleep for about 100 years. The butt plug in his anus felt huge, like it was spreading his buns widely apart with its size. He'd read a story once, set in medieval times, where a boy who'd angered a local lord had been impaled. The impaling had been describe graphically in the story, at least graphically enough that Jake had realized that the stake had gone into the boy's butt hole and up into his insides. The butt plug currently in him felt almost that huge. "Stand up, you two incontinent, lustful brats," Sister Mary Catherine barked. "Now!"

Struggling, Jake pushed his body up from the horse until he was over his legs, staggering and almost falling as he tried to bring his legs together after they'd been separated so long. The circle of boys watched them, some solemn, some smirking, some laughing at their difficulty in moving. Jake rubbed one wrist with the other. He felt very, very naked. He was standing there without a stitch on in a circle of clothed people, butt and genitals visible, other kids looking at him openly. He flushed with shame. Sister Mary Catherine pointed. "To the bathroom, you two" she said. "Stand at the first sink for the next part of the cleansing."

Walking with difficulty, Jake and Sam complied. Jake was intensely aware he had a giant-feeling plug up his butt, and Sam, by how he was walking, felt it just as intensely. The sensation kept him from wondering what was next until they stopped at the sink. Then Sister Mary Catherine reached into her habit and looked, steely-eyed, at the two boys, surrounded by their dorm mates. "Time for mouth soaping," she said. Jake blanched as she laid her materials out on the sink edge - a pair of toothbrushes, a pair of small brushes like miniature bath brushes only just an inch wide and maybe 6 inches long, a wash cloth, and a bar of soap. Jake blinked at the unfamiliar name on the soap. Lava, he read to himself. Wasn't lava what volcanoes spewed out? The mental reference to volcanoes reminded him of himself and Sam just moments ago, and how it must have looked to the other boys to have their butts erupting like volcanoes right there in public. He'd never had his mouth soaped before, and he wondered just how the soap would taste.

"Hold their arms," Sister Mary Catherine commanded the boys who were gathered around. Flip himself grabbed one of Jake's arms, a friend of his the other, and two others pinned Sam's arms as tightly. The boys moved in behind them, pressing their fronts against the sink and holding the boys' arms behind, shoving them next to each other so that their bare hips touched. Sister Mary Catherine and Sister Chastity moved in from the sides, at a right angle to each boy. Flip and his gang pressed knees into the boy's butts, so that their bellies and genitals were hard against cold porcelain. Sister Mary Catherine began wetting the bar of soap, softening it under hot water. She then took a tooth brush and ground it into the soap, filling the bristles full. She handed it to Sister Chastity, who began doing the same with the other toothbrush. She grabbed Jake's hair and forced his head back painfully so he was looking upward at the ceiling. "Open," she said. "And keep it open until you're told otherwise. Unless you'd like to be paddled right here until you learn how to keep your mouth open." Quaking with fear, his head a mass of stabbing pain where she was yanking his hair, Jake opened his mouth, looking cross-eyed at the toothbrush approaching. A small trickle of pee coursed down his leg unnoticed as he wet himself in fright. Next to him, the whites of Sam's eyes were all that showed as Sister Chastity yanked on his hair and prepared him for similar treatment. A trickle of hot liquid sprinkled Jake's foot, and he dimly registered that Sam had just peed as well, but on Jake rather than himself. He flashed back to their days at home, standing side by side at the toilet stark naked, peeing before their mothers put them both in the bath. More than once one of them had experienced difficult in aiming and peed for a second on the floor or some times on each other on the other instead of into the toilet. It was hard, sometimes, to know where your dick was going to squirt the pee - sometimes the pee slit got kind of tucked under, and pee went down instead of out. He and Sam used to giggle about it then, although the mothers scolded them for making a mess. The memory flooded Jake with sadness. Would he never go home again, never go back to where he was loved?

Sister Mary Catherine began energetically brushing Jake's teeth and gums, while Sister Chastity did the same to Sam. Sam moaned loudly in protest several times, until Sister Chastity chided him to "Stop being a baby." Jake was quieter, but was suffering equally. A truly awful taste filled his mouth, the slimy mixture of soap and spit coating his tongue, oozing down his throat, and making him alternately swallow, choke, and gasp for air. Sister Mary Catherine was merciless, though, brushing his teeth top and bottom, insides and outer edges, over and over again, pausing twice to jam more soap into the brush bristles before continuing again. Jake forgot all about enemas and spankings and being naked and humiliated as he gasped and choked, finally snorting soap up his nasal passages and causing an entirely new height of suffering. Finally, finishing her third round of covering his teeth thoroughly, she let go of his hair. "You have 30 seconds to spit before we go on," she said firmly. Sister Chastity stopped brushing Sam's teeth moments later and let go of his hair as well. Jake and Sam leaned over the sink, slimy, foamy drool flowing out of their mouths, spitting and gasping. The taste was truly awful, even worse than the castor oil had tasted. Both boys spit and spit and spit again, trying to rid themselves of the taste, wishing they could rinse with some water. Long before they were ready, the nuns grasped them both by the hair again, forcing their heads back and their faces up. Jake realized, with a rising fear approaching terror, that both nuns had the little brushes this time. They must have been preparing them while the boys had been spitting, because the bristles were completely clogged with soft soap.

"Open, gentlemen," Sister Mary Catherine said. "Time to brush your tongues." Both boys reflexively squeezed their mouths tightly shut. She looked at them calmly. "You can open voluntarily, or you can open because you're screaming in pain from being spanked. Your choice."

A tear trickled down Jake's cheek, and more than one down Sam's, but both boys opened their mouths. The little brushes, so much like miniature bath brushes, thoroughly brushed their tongues over and over again, leaving both boys foaming at the mouth and gagging when their hair was released and they were finally allowed to spit again. They stood, hunched over the sinks, gagging, gasping, and feeling miserable.

Sister Mary Catherine looked at the two of them sternly. "That's enough spitting," she ordered. "You need to taste the washing of the sin from you. Time for more purging - we've cleaned out your lower ends, now it's time to clean out your upper ends." Taking Jake by the ear, as Sister Chastity did the same for Sam, the two naked boys were marched, bow legged from their butt plugs , with small, limp penises flopping, over to adjoining toilet bowls, where they were forced onto their knees. Sister Mary Catherine reached into a pocket of her habit and withdrew a spoon and a small bottle, which she handed to Sister Chastity. Yanking Jake's head painfully back by the hair, she forced Jake to look at the ceiling. "Open," she ordered. "And swallow." Jake reluctantly opened a foaming mouth, and the spoon was thrust deep into his throat, where he had to swallow or choke. A gasp of pain and coughing from Sam moments later revealed he'd suffered the same treatment. Jake just had time to register the awful residual taste of the liquid and the soap still in his mouth when his stomach began to rebel violently, and then he was too busy to think for awhile.

Sister Mary Catherine insisted that all the boys remain in the room, watching, as Sam and Jake threw up repeatedly, their stomachs disgorging everything they'd eaten along with a large quantity of soapy foam and considerable mucous. They threw up and then dry heaved until their systems were completely spent and the contractions in their stomachs finally subsided, leaving them tired and gasping and worn out. Finally, Sister Mary Catherine and Sister Chastity pulled both naked boys to their feet. "Now to the sauna with you two," she said ominously. "We'll sweat the evil out of your pores, then you'll have a dunking to wash the evil off. Then we'll do it again."

Twisting each boy's right arm behind him and using it to propel him, each nun marched for the door of the boys' dorm and right out of it, into the sun. The other boys were left behind. Jake, exhausted, still felt alarm at the fact that they were headed, butt naked, into the courtyard, and automatically reached to cover his genitals with his free hand. Sam did the same moments later, but Sister Chastity noticed the movement and slapped Sam's hand violently. Seeing this, Jake snatched his own hand away from his own boy parts.

"Owww!" Sam complained, withdrawing his hand from his shrunken genitals.

"Touching yourself is a mortal sin," Sister Chastity said, lips tight. "You young boys are all doomed to hell if you don't stop! Now keep your dirty hands away from your privates!"

Jake, feeling even more naked than before here in the open, looked around wildly, but the only people in the courtyard were a pair of girls clear across the way, and some boys playing ball nearer at hand. The boys didn't notice them, but the girls looked up, did a double take, and stared as the boys were marched across to a small building on the side, suddenly jabbering excitedly to each other. But before they could move for a closer look at what was obviously two naked boys (Sam and Jake were quite a ways away, but the crack of a bare bum and the complications of a boy's genitals were hard to miss even from a distance), they reached a small building and the door was yanked open and they were thrust in, the nuns following, pushing them along down a short wooden corridor. The two boys were released and Sister Mary Catherine opened an iron-bound wooden door, motioning the boys inside.

Two impressions hit the boys immediately. It was hot in the room, very hot and very moist. And the room consisted of nothing but wooden benches stacked in rows of two, and a iron fire pit full of what looked like glowing rocks. Sister Mary Catherine waved at the benches. "Lie on your stomachs," she said. "So you won't be tempted to touch yourselves in dirty places." Jake, still exhausted, heaved himself on the nearest bench, as instructed, lying down and cradling his face in his hands. Sam did the same on the adjoining bench. Sister Chastity picked up a small cup and threw it at the rocks. There was a flash of heat and steam as the water in the cup vaporized immediately.

"You'll be in here 10 minutes," Sister Mary Catherine said. "Then you get dunked. Then we do it again. We have to be out of here by 5 - Mother Superior values her sauna times and doesn't like her routine upset."

The two sisters left for cooler areas, and Jake and Sam lay on the benches. The wood was hard and odd feeling against their fronts, especially against their genitals. Their bare butts and backs felt horrible exposed. Jake felt like he ought to say something to Sam, but he was so tired that breathing was an effort. Sweat poured from his body, running off his back and down the sides of his chest and stomach, rolling down the crack of his butt and off his testes, and dripping off his legs and calves. He shut his eyes, fatigue overwhelming him. So much had happened - the diapering, the pants pooping, the being changed in the open and hosed off with the awful, stinging spray of the cold water, and then the enemas, butt naked and spraddled, bent over in front of all the boys, pooping in front of them, being wiped by unseen hands, then being invaded once again by the gushing tube. The awful mouth soaping, the horrible stint in front of the toilets, retching, and then this. It was so very tiring. He felt himself drifting away.

"TWACK" fire shot across Jake's upper back and jerked to awareness. Sister Mary Catherine was there, raising what looked like a tree branch up and bringing it down, this time across his lower back. A yelp from Sam suggested Sister Chastity was giving him the same treatment. "Hold still, you impudent brat!" Sister Mary Catherine said. "Or I'll replace this with the leather strop!"

Jake held still, although it was hard. Sister Mary Catherine proceeded down his body, doing his sensitive, still aching upper butt next, then the middle of his sore butt cheeks, then his even more thoroughly beaten lower butt, then his upper thighs, proceeding all the way to his feet. Jake sighed then, his whole back side tingling and his butt burning again but glad she was done. That sigh was short lived, because she wasn't - she started at his back and went all the way down again, then did it a third time, bringing unseen tears to Jake's eyes to mix with the copious sweat.

"Now up, you two!' Sister Mary Catherine ordered. Sighing, Jake and Sam rolled to their feet, their bodies feeling like Jello, their backs glowing with pink marks. They were shoved into the hall again, and then across it and in another door. A gloomy, tiled room was mostly taken up by a narrow but deep pool of water. "In you go," Sister Mary Catherine said, giving Jake a shove. Jake, arms flailing, squawked and fell sideways into the pool, Sam splashing down moments later next to him. Jake's heart almost stopped. The water was ice cold! In moments his overheated body was freezing as he flailed and dog paddled to keep from sinking, his limbs reluctant to move.

Sister Mary Catherine leaned over the edge. "Get your whole bodies in," she said. She knelt and pushed Jake's head, making him go completely under. Jake panicked and began flailing, sure she intended to drown him. But a moment later she pulled his head back up by gripping his hair. Sputtering, coughing sounds next to him revealed that Sam was receiving a similar treatment. Jake just had time to catch his breath and his head was shoved under again, this process being repeated several times. Then he was released. The cold of the water was sinking in, so that he was now shivering violently, his muscles becoming reluctant to move. The butt plug became a column of ice penetrating both boys' butts, transmitting the cold directly into their intestines. Sister Mary Catherine pointed to steps a few feet away. "Come out of there, you incompetent brats," she said. "This isn't a swimming pool. You need to go back in the sauna. But first, you must replenish your fluids."

Both boys were given cups of salty liquid to drink, brackish and metallic tasting, but welcome nonetheless, and then were were marched, dripping, shaking and blue with cold, back to the sauna, where they collapsed onto the benches, feeling like they were roasting on the surface while their insides were freezing. But in short order they were sweating buckets again, fluid pouring off their backs and their butts and running like a river down their butt cracks and off their balls. The whipping with the branches followed again, stinging even more this time, then it was back to the cold pool on jelly legs, sweat dripping, the shock of the cold water, the cold probe of the butt plug in their asses, the forced immersion of their heads, and the exodus once again, shivering and blue. Three more times they repeated the cycle, until their backs and butts stung with pain, their legs would barely support them, and they were exhausted. "We have no towels to waste on you," Sister Mary Catherine pronounced as they were brought out of the water the last time. "Rub the water off your bodies with your hands as best you can."

Both boys, shivering uncontrollably, ran their hands over their bodies, trying to remove what water they could, without much effect. In short order, they were marched, shivering, down the corridor and outside, where the now waning sun glared on their cold, dripping bodies without seeming to warm them. Both boys were so tired, now, that they barely noticed their surroundings, that is, until they realized that excited voices were coming from all over, and that the yard was now full of children of both sexes, shouting, pointing, and surging excitedly toward the novelty of two completely naked, dripping, blue with cold boys marching back to their dorms with their arms twisted behind them, so that their genitals and butts were on exhibit.

With dawning horror, Jake and Sam both realized that it was the pre-dinner play time now, and the two of them were being marched stark naked in the open. Girls were giggling behind hands and pointing, boys were laughing and jeering and pointing, also. It slowly dawned on Jake that they weren't commenting on seeing the boys genitals - as they were nearing the boys' dorm, he suddenly realized that it was not seeing their genitals that most kids were talking about excitedly.

"Look, they got nothing!" a boy was saying to another.

"You can't even see it!" the other boy agreed.

"Where's their wee-wees!" a smaller girl said to an older one loudly. "And their balls? They are boys, aren't they? They don't have butterflies!"

Jake couldn't help it, he glanced down at himself. His penis was gone!

Okay, not exactly gone. But it had climbed completely into his body in his cold state, so that only the tiniest little dimple of a foreskin projected, over balls that had retracted so tightly that his lower crotch was just a patch of wrinkled skin. A quick glance over his shoulder at Sam revealed that the other boy was just as neutered. More boys and some girls began jeering their lack of visible sexual organs, and when the nuns did nothing to discourage this derision the comments followed them all the way to the door of the now almost empty dorm.

"Shower," Sister Mary Catherine ordered. "I don't want you touching yourselves, though, so wash each other below the waist and above the knees. And use plenty of soap. The head boy and his proctors will operate the water valave and supervise you to see that my wishes are carried out. I'm afraid there's no hot water this time of day, so you'll just have to make do with cold." She gathered her habit around her. "Bring them to dinner when they're finished," she said to Flip, who with two of his minions was smirking at Jake from the shadows. "No need for diapers for now - they're plugged in back, and they should be too short on fluids yet to wet themselves. Just dress them in underwear and t-shirts for dinner—they really don't deserve anything more, and they have little enough to cover, anyway." And with a nod toward the boys' shrunken genitals, she and Sister Chastity motored out of the room.

Their bodies were so frigid that the shower actually didn't feel that cold when the water was started. Indeed, Jake was relieved to see his emerge once again as they soaped themselves thoroughly in response to Flip's orders. His pointed penis popped out of his body, like a cautious turtle sticking a head out of its shell, and his balls began to take on their weight again, sagging down to make a visible sack. He and Sam slowly soaped their upper bodies and then their lower legs and feet, Flip and his boys jeering openly, using the coarsest of language, at the boys' lack of genital endowment including their short penises and tiny balls. The jeering increased as Jake was forced to wash Sam's butt deeply, thoroughly, and repeatedly, and then was forced to lean forward, hands on knees, as Sam returned the favor. Both boys' butts were still intensely sore from all the spankings they'd received, and the whippings with the branches. And comments like, "Get up in there, we know you've both been there before on each other," and "Get right in his hole with your fingers - if you can stick your dick there, you can stick your fingers there too!" made both boys flush with embarrassment. But the worst as yet to come, as Flip then ordered them to lather their hands, then slowly rub each other's balls and cocks, then, as their penises inevitably responded to the stimulation, stand side by side stroking each other's hard members. Flip insisted they roll each other's foreskins back and forth repeatedly, as the other boys commented loudly about the two "Nancy boys" who liked "Jerking each other off." Jake and Sam had no idea what a Nancy boy was or what jerking each other off meant, but both were embarrassed to find that their little weenies began to tingle and get harder as Flip made them wash again and again. A kind of fire began rising in the base of Jake's penis, extending down inside him, and Sam got a funny, kind of concentrated expression on his face, and their minds kind of drifted away until Flip suddenly snapped, "Hey, no cumming, you little cock suckers! Let go of each other and rinse off this minute!" Startled and feeling suddenly guilty, for some reason, both boys complied, and the water was shut off, they were handed towels, and were then shepherded, naked, to their bunks to get shirts and underpants.

What seemed like an eternity later, Jake and Sam stood by their two beds, utterly exhausted. The afternoon of purgatives and hot baths and saunas and enemas had taken its toll. Although they were attempting to stand at attention, as Sister Mary Catherine had ordered them to after dinner, they felt weak-kneed, and their eyelids continually drooped. If "asleep on their feet" had a dictionary definition, they could have been the illustration. It felt good, though, to be in pajama bottoms after an afternoon consisting mostly of forced nudity in front of many clothed people, including some girl people. True, they'd been in their underwear and t-shirts for dinner, not naked, but their underwear clung tightly, being somewhat undersized and quite gray and worn, and all through dinner children had jeered and commented about their appearance in the courtyard stark naked, with genitals so shrunken it had been hard to tell that they were even boys. Jake wanted to yell at all of them that they weren't being fair, that his dick bigger than that, but that the cold had made it disappear, but he was so chagrined that he kept his eyes on his plate, sullenly choking down the tasteless, unsalted mashed potatoes that was all he and Sam got to eat, Sister Mary Catherine arguing that the fried chicken the other children were being treated to would be too hard on their delicate systems after an afternoon of purging, as would the chocolate cake that the children were getting as a special treat. Then they'd been sent back to the dorm during play time, told to dress in pajamas and stand at attention by their bunks, and that's where they were now. Evening play time seemed to have gone on forever, but one by one boys came in and prepared for bed, going to the bathroom to piss, engaging in horseplay, but carefully ignoring the two boys. Suddenly as almost everyone was settling down, the door swung open and Sister Mary Catherine stalked back across the room. A dead silence fell as the other boys pretended indifference, but all eyes in the room were watching them.

"Ah, I see you can obey me on occasion," she huffed, walking up to the two weary boys. Sister Grace trailed in her wake, carrying a box which she sat on the bed. Sister Mary Catherine reached in it, pulling out a pair of rubber gloves and tugging them on her plump, sausage fingers and over her man hands. "Time for the final step of your cleansing," she said. "Sister, the oil, please."

"Now be gentle, Mary Catherine," Sister Grace chided. "These are very young boys. In fact, I doubt if there's any need for this procedure at all given their ages."

"We must be sure," Sister Mary Catherine said, giving the final glove a satisfying snap. She took a bottle from Sister Grace and began coating her index finger with a thick coating of what looked like cooking oil. "You two! Stand side by side and bend down until your faces are against the bunk! Lower!"

Jake and Sam shuffled over, side by side, and complied, their little, pajama clothed asses thrust high in the air. "Legs apart," Sister Mary Catherine said. Trembling, the boys shifted their legs somewhat father apart.

"Pull down their bottoms," Sister Mary Catherine said. "This one first." She pointed at Jake. Jake flushed as his pajama bottoms were taken down by Sister Grace, knowing that his butt and the embarrassing and intrusive butt plug were on display. Next to him, Sam's butt was also bared just as embarrasingly. He flinched as he felt the fingers of her non-greased hand contact the edges of his butt hole as they grasped the plug, then yelped as the plug was yanked out of him, his butt hole overwhelming him with pain for a moment as it was stretched, gripping the plug, than gave a stab of sharp pain as the plug was released.

"Stay down!" Sister Mary Catherine ordered when Jake started to straighten in involuntary response to that stab of pain. With effort, Jake managed to obey. A murmur of boys' voiced behind him confirmed they were watching the whole spectacle. "Nice and open, I see," she said. "And not a bit of your dirt! See, Grace - this is why now this is the ideal time for the procedure. They're nice and open, and as spotless as heaven! Now hold steady, brat, while I prepare you," she said to Jake. Her hand touched his butt, gripped a butt cheek firmly. Then the cold, wet finger of the greased hand pressed right on his still open butt hole and slid quickly and firmly in, sliding and invading until it was buried to the hilt inside him. It filled him and felt uncomfortable, but it wasn't painful due to the lubricant, and he'd had poos bigger than that, not to mention the bigger nozzle and the bigger butt plug he'd had up his butt that day. He waited to see what was next.

"Now stand up straight," Sister Mary Catherine ordered. "Arms at your sides." Jake slowly straightened up, his buns closing on the palm and other fingers of her invading hand, but her index finger staying deeply up his butt. Sister Grace came to the front and took his hands from across the bunk, holding them out.

"Pray with me," she said. "While Sister completes the procedure. "Our Father who are in heaven—"

"Hallowed by thy N- N- name!" Jake stammered, gripping Sister Grace's hands convulsively as Sister Mary Catherine suddenly began pressing upward inside him, causing the most weird and disagreeable and yet oddly tingling sensations. His penis almost immediately sprung from dangling limply to rapidly hardening attention.

"Thy kingdom come," Sister Grace prodded.

"Thy—thy will be d- d- done," Jake stammered. His dick was rock hard, now, and throbbing oddly as Sister Mary Catherine rhythmically massaged him internally, pressing in a place Jake didn't even know he'd had. It was like there was a hard knob or lump at the base of his penis, inside him, that responded when she pushed.

"On Earth," Sister Grace prodded.

"On Ear-Earth," Jake squealed, his butt suddenly clenching on its own, the sore muscles protesting the sudden movement. His penis jumped but then the powerful internal sensation receded.

"As it is..." Sister Grace prodded, gripping his hands more tightly.

"As it is in Heaven!" Jake squealed again, another sensation in side him making him clench his butt and gasp. "Um, give us this day our daily—our daily BREAD!" he squealed again as Sister Mary Catherine's finger made powerful sensations surge up his penis to the tip and the little organ leaped and the foreskin swelled and then retracted again.

"And forgive us our trespasses," Sister Grace prompted.

"And forgive us our tress- our tress—our - Oh! OH! OHHHHH!" Jake moaned. A most thrilling sensation rose up out of where Sister Mary Catherine's finger was pressing on him, out the base of his penis, and right to the tip, then rebounded down his spine and up again to the tip of his penis, over and over, making his butt clench and clench again (even though the clenches made it ache mightily from all the spankings he'd received). The head of his penis jumped and spasmed in the air, the tip swelling free of the foreskin like a giant mushroom. Jake was suddenly up on tip toes, overwhelmed with wonderful sensations, then they kind of drained away, leaving him tired and spent but feeling oddly fulfilled. His senses returned to him and he glanced around the room, realizing every boy had watched his performance. His butt unclenched and Sister Mary Catherine withdrew her finger, leaving his rectum burning in that fashion that was becoming so familiar, and his insides oddly stirred up and, well, yearning. His penis was rapidly drooping as Sister Grace let go of his hands and, to his surprise, picked his penis up by the tip gingerly and examined it from close range.

"Nothing," she said to Sister Mary Catherine. "I told you it was unnecessary."

"You also told me he had hair, so we had to check," Sister Mary Catherine said. "If he had required prostate cleansing, we would have been derelict to ignore it. And we have to do this one, too, for fairness, and because looks can be deceiving," She said, pointing to Sam, still bent over with his boy butt thrust into the air.

Sam, who'd seen less than the others because he'd been bent over the whole time, waiting, but was white-faced from what he'd seen, then got to experience it himself, as sister Mary Catherine re-oiled her finger, pulled out his butt plug painfully, and invaded his butt hole. Sister Grace helped him straighten up as she had Jake, and held his hands as he also was told to pray. He managed to stammer out the Lord's Prayer all the way down to "I am the power and the glory.." before the power and the glory rendered him speechless. Jake, forgotten, was forced to stand, his bottom half still naked, his little penis dangling, feeling oddly sated, and watch his friend shudder through the same strange and wonderful process he'd gone through. Butt clenching, little wiener dancing, Sam arched his back instead of going on his toes, and closed his eyes tightly shut as he rode out the convulsions Sister Mary Catherine's finger had caused. Finally he, too, subsided and relaxed, and Sister Grace released his hands and he suffered the indignity of having his dick examined closely. "Completely dry," Sister Grace said. "I believe we're done here. No need for the restraining devices."

"Very well," Sister Mary Catherine said, obviously disappointed by something the boys hadn't done. She turned and scanned the room. Boys who'd been watching intensely suddenly busied themselves with other tasks. "Phillip! Come here and bring a proctor with you," Sister Mary Catherine called. Flip and his smirking, pimply -face proctor hastened to her side and the sides of the two boys still standing, pj bottoms down, overwhelmed by what had just happened.

"Yes, Sister?" he asked in his angelic voice, so unlike the one he used when only the boys were around.

"These two have been cleansed completely, with one exception. Despite all they've experienced, they still haven't shed cleansing tears, even though they should have during several of the procedures. That simply will not do - a good, cleansing cry is an important element in the procedure. We'll have to remedy that. Take these two to the glass room and slipper them," she said, her words filling both boys' veins with ice. "Open the curtains on the boys' sides when you do, so the other boys can witness."

She looked at Sam and Jake with disapproval. "I normally would commend the admirable lack of muling and whining that you boys have showed, but a complete cleansing involves cleansing the body of all bodily fluids, and that includes tears. I could swear that your head boy had explained that to you at the start." Flip, who was standing behind the sisters where he couldn't be seen, smirked at the two boys, and Jake suddenly realized they'd been set up again - Flip had known they were supposed to cry, and had made sure by his taunts that they wouldn't. Sister Mary Catherine finished her examination of the two boys. "Slipper them until they've cried real tears through at least 5 blows. You may start on their pajamas, but if they haven't cried by 25, proceed onward to doing it bare. Do not exceed 50 blows total - though, and once they're crying, you are to administer only 5 more blows. Do we understand each other?"

She gave Flip a steely glare. She knew this one, entirely too well. She, herself, would not have made him head boy. Phillip was a bully, through and through, and she had a strong inkling that he was a chronic masturbator as well, which she considered much worse. He'd certainly been a chronic masturbator when he'd first come to the home 4 years ago, and despite many, many spankings from old Sister Maria, who used to rule the younger boys with an iron hand before her retirement last year, Sister Mary Catherine doubted he'd stopped the practice, but she couldn't prove it - he hadn't revealed a hint that she could use to impeach him. Still, Sister Grace was in charge of this group, and she thought the sun rose and set out of young Phillip's anus, and the nuns tried very hard not to infringe upon each other's domains.

"Yes, Sister Mary Catherine," Phillip said respectfully.

"Good," Sister Mary Catherine said, turning away.

"Pull up your pajamas and come on, you two," Flip said to the sheet-white boys. "Let's get this over with." Both boys, hearts thudding, numbly pulled their pajamas up. Sam reached back, gripping his butt through his pajamas in anticipation of the dreaded punishment. Jake was merely looking stricken. It didn't seem fair that a fellow boy, barely two years older, was allowed to punish them. Sister Mary Catherine turned back to the group. She pointed to the fat boy in the bed next to Jake's, and the short, stocky boy in the bed by the foot of Jake's.

"You two go with them," she ordered. "You will tell Phillip when they are crying, and count to make sure they get only 5 more blows after they cry. If Phillip exceeds his authority, you are both to report directly to me. Because if he exceeds his authority and you don't report, I'll have all 4 of you, head boy, proctor, and you two boys, paddled bare-bottomed in the morning in the glass room, with all curtains open. You will all follow my instructions to the letter. And you two," she said sternly, turning on Sam and Jake, "will meekly submit to your slipperings and cry your cleansing tears like good little boys. There is no call for excessive demonstrations of inappropriate masculinity here. Now go."

She turned and glided out of the room, like an aircraft carrier going to sea. "Come on, wussies," Flip sneered at Jake and Sam, prodding them by poking their still sore butts. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Jake didn't remember walking to the glass room, waiting while the curtains were opened on the boys' sides. His mind felt full of pudding. Fooled again! Fooled by Flip's clever machinations. His butt still was achy and sore from being paddled the previous days, and now he was going to get "slippered," whatever that was. "Bend over the desk, both of you together," Flip ordered. He was smirking, and so was his assistant. The fat boy was frowning and looking sympathetic, and so was the smaller boy.

"Not too hard," he said to Flip. "They've already been paddled real hard."

"She said I have to make the wussies cry," Flip retorted. "I have to slipper them hard to make them cry."

The boy came around to look in the two now bent over boys in the faces. Sam and Jake were each gripping the front of the desk, remembering too vividly their last visit here. "Don't hold back," he said. "Just let it out so he has to stop."

"Just start crying right now," the other boy said. "That way you only get five apiece."

"Yeah, if you want to be the Nancy boys your tiny dicks already say you are," Flip jeered. "On the other hand, nobody with real balls cries during a pants up slippering." He shifted, and Jake, looking over his shoulder, saw Flip slide a dorm slipper off his foot. Oh, that explained the name, he thought to himself, wondering how he could think at a time like this. Flip gripped the slipper and raised it. "Ready, boys?" he said. "Let's see if you have balls or not in those baby bags."

The pajamas were no protection, at least they didn't feel like much. Being slipped felt much like being paddled, really. The slipper stung when it landed, and their butts burned where it had hit, and the overlapping hits burned and stung more and more with each blow. But both boys, mindful of the need not to be "Nancy boys," bit their lips and fought back the tears, even though their behinds were burning like fire by the time each had received their requisite 25 blows on pajamas. Flip chuckled. "Looks like we go bare, now, boys," he said. "I love doing wuss boys bare."

Jake and Sam felt their pajamas roughly yanked down, exposing their red, already sore butts. The fat boy looked at both earnestly and with concern in his face. "Okay, you've proved your point," he said. "You're tough—you're tougher than I am, anyway. Now stop it and he'll have to stop beating your butts!"

"Aw, they can't cry like wussies the first time I hit their bare butts," Flip said. "How would that look to the other boys? I mean, I can see you've got balls, 'cause I'm close enough even to see things that small, but the other boys can't. You have to show them." And with that, he gave first Jake and then Sam a mighty slap bare butt with his slipper, aiming for the lower butt area right over each boys' butt hole.

"Owww!" Jake squealed.

"OHHHH!" Sam squealed louder.

"See, they're crying," the fat boy said. "So now you have to stop."

"I don't see no tears," Flip's proctor said derisively.

"Yeah, and I get to hit them 5 more times after that," Flip said firmly. "Now stop interfering or I'll have your fat butt over the desk next - remember what it felt like the last time I slippered you, you little putz puller?" The fat boy involuntarily clutched his broad butt and looked away.

"Just cry," the other boy urged Sam and Jake. "Get it over with."

They did, eventually. It took three more spanks of the slipper for Sam to finally work up tears that trickled down his face rather than just pooling in the corners of his eyes, and Jake took two more blows to do the same, and then they each got 5 blows after that, but Flip finally had to concede that Sister Mary Catherine's instruction had been fulfilled and reluctantly dropped his slipper and slid his foot back into it. He made the boys march back to their bunks with their pajamas around their ankles, red butts and pain shrunken little-boy wieners on display. And even then, their torture wasn't over, because the other boys gathered round to examine their butts and the work Flip had done on them, and also the spread their buns and examine their holes, because the boys pointed out they'd been punished there and that was the rule. Apparently both boys' butt holes had closed up at some time after the prostate massage, or so the other boys reported, but their insides still felt funny, and it was that sensation that they concentrated on as the two finally collapsed into sleep from exhaustion.