Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 102
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 102: There's No Place Like Home

Piling out of Mrs. Snetch's van, Chad was surprised to see his sister Beth crossing the street at the same time, so that they met at the door. Beth was smiling her evil smile, the one that she's smiled just before paddling the living daylights out of Chad's butt a few weeks back, the same smile she'd borne while watching Gabriel paddle Tommy's bare butt in front of the Girl Scouts, and the very same smile she'd had just before turning Tommy into Tommy-dog and parading him around the block, naked and with a carrot up his butt for a tail. Chad cringed visibly, and her smile grew wider.

"I see you finally dragged your sorry ass home, little brother," she said. "You've already missed half the fun with little brother." Her smile became a grin. "Tommy-boy is smooth as a baby's bottom now - no more of those pesky hairs to get in the way of wiping or jerking off."

Chad didn't answer. Beth held up a box. "I've got another little surprise in here for Tommy-boy - you know how little brothers always like to be like their big brothers - I'm going to make him even more like you." She looked at Chad expectantly. Chad looked away, walked around her, and opened the front door and started to step through it. Beth grabbed his arm. "Don't you want to know how I'm going to make him more like you?" she asked.

Chad stopped. She wasn't going to let go of him until he played her little game. "All right," he said. "How are you going to make him more like me?"

"I'm going to cut an inch off his dick," Beth said. "So it's as short as yours."

Beth laughed and slapped Chad on the back, hard enough to make him stagger. "You're so gullible!" she said. "You believe anything! Of course I'm not going to prune his little dickie—the old bag would never stand for that when she got home! Man, you believed me - the look on your face was priceless!"

Chad took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He had believed her. But he was justified--it was just the kind of thing he could picture his sister doing.

"Come on, don't you want to know what I'm really going to do to him?" she asked, sounding almost playful.

"No," Chad said. "And whatever it is, I don't think you should do it. You've done enough to him now, even Gabriel says so. I don't like you doing stuff to Tommy."

"Aw, come on! Don't be a spoilsport! Remember him smacking your butt? How many spankings did he give you when you were being punished? And how many times did he make you suck his baby dick? I bet he even corn-holed you a few times, just like he did our cousin. Though you probably liked that. He even hit your baby balls - he did that a lot! Here's your chance to up the ante!"

"No," Chad said. He shook himself loose and stepped into the hallway. "Enough is enough. I deserved to be punished when he did those things - it woke me up and taught me to control my temper. And I realized I need to be nicer to people, and that includes Tommy. He's my brother - my only brother. And I think, after this weekend, that Tommy wants to be nicer to me, too. We kinda worked things out, and I think it's going to be okay now, but not if you keep doing stuff to Tommy and ruin it."

"Well, listen to Mr. High and Mighty! And I suppose you don't care that he raped your baby cousin in the butt and ripped his asshole, either?" Beth retorted.

"No, that was bad," Chad said. "Just like me hitting those kids was bad. But Mom punished me, and the school punished me, and I deserved it. And I learned a lot from it. And Tommy doing that was bad, too. But it was kind of an accident, more of an accident that what I did. Tommy honestly thought that he was doing that to Jesse, and Jesse had kind of invited him to before that." Chad stopped a minute, still bothered by the fact that he'd encouraged Jesse to move in on Tommy and see if Tommy would go along. He put that thought aside. "But Tommy's been punished for that. He's been punished plenty. First of all, he feels bad about it. And then you let Dakota undress him and spank him, bare butt. And you put him in a diaper and let those girls he knew clean him up. I know what that's like, and you can't imagine how humiliating it is to have some girl your age cleaning your butt and your stuff up like you're a baby. But then to top that off, you let Gabriel paddle him, bare naked, in the back yard, with all the Girl Scouts and the neighbors watching him! And then you let those same girls handle his private parts, and you paraded him around the neighborhood on a leash with a carrot up his butt! And you made him poop out the carrot, and then you did a whole bunch of other stuff to him, and so did I, and so did Gabriel, and even Jesse, a little bit. And that's enough, I think! Tommy's butt's all blistered, and he's been humiliated in front of everyone!"

"Not like he'd be if the old bag found out," Beth countered. "She'd send him to juvie! Or to a reform school like that holy roller place your cousins were telling me about today."

"I don't think so," Chad said. "I don't think she'd do that at all, even if she knew everything. She wouldn't like what Tommy did, and she might have approved of Gabriel paddling him. She might even have suggested that Gabriel and I take him to the bedroom and let Gabriel do it back to him. But then that would be it - she wouldn't go on and on punishing him like you do, just to be mean. She'd have never shaved off his hair down there, and she wouldn't ring him down there, either. Not the first time he screwed up. Maybe if he did it again, like I did, but not the first time. And now you've gotten him in trouble at school with your stupid stunt of making him take pictures of himself with other people - I heard all about it after school. Did he tell you what he had to do because of you? He had to carry books with his -by his—with his balls! Enough is enough! Call it quits! Let him heal before Mom gets home!"

Beth caught Chad's arm to keep him from storming away. "First of all, I didn't shave his hair off - I burned it off with a blowtorch. You should have seen him cringe!"

Chad blanched visibly. "Did you—you didn't—like—burn him down there, did you?" he said.

"Naw, the little brat's cajones and pipi are still intact, and his pooper still poops, I imagine. I just put a little scare in him. It was fun," Beth replied.

Chad's anger returned. "You're mean," he said forcefully. "Just out and out mean! You don't care about Tommy or me learning to be good - you just like watching us get punished, that and punishing us yourself. Mom would never have approved of using a- a torch thing on Tommy's privates. Or mine either! Never!"

"Don't go soft on me, little brother," Beth said in level tones. "You're no innocent in this whole thing, you know. What if Mom knew that you were awake from the start when little cousin got his butt raped? What if she knew you saw Jesse leave and Gabriel come in, and then saw Tommy corn-hole him, and you didn't stop them because you got all hot from watching? What if Mom knew you jerked yourself off while watching, waiting your turn at little cousin's sweet butt?"

"Who do you think that righteous old bag is going to believe, me or the son who's just like his lousy, good-for-nothing father? The perfect daughter, or the kid who looks just like her abusive ex, all the way down to having the perfect miniature of his dick?" Beth said. Chad looked puzzled. "What, you didn't know your dick looks just like Dad's looked? Why do you think the old bag doesn't like seeing you naked, with or without a hard on, but especially with? Probably reminds her of being screwed by him. What, you didn't know I saw Dad's dick? You forget, I wasn't a baby when he left like you guys - I saw him strutting around with that thing on display! He'd go in the bathroom in the morning when I was in the shower, still hard, and piss while I dried off - didn't even care that I saw. Oh, he wasn't hung like a hamster like you, he was a real man, and he liked to strut his stuff in front of everyone. Your whole baby bag would have fit inside one of his balls. But his dick was the very picture of yours - identical in shape and color if not in size. The old bag can't even stand to look at yours because of that - that's why she hates seeing you with a hard on. Tommy's she can tolerate, because it isn't shaped like yours, and it isn't the same color, and it angles differently, and it's fatter for its length. Yours reminds her of him. You'd think she wouldn't be bothered by an infantile little thing like you've got, but she is. I don't even think she knows why she hates your dick - but it's obvious to anyone else."

She shifted to the other foot. "So if I tell her you were getting off on little brother's butt-rape of little cousin, she'll believe me - you've got Dad's dick, she thinks you have his propensities."

Chad had to ask. "Propensities?"

"His tendencies - tendencies toward violence, toward taking things by force, even taking women by force. That's why they got divorced, you know. He was just like you. He hit things that made him angry, and when he wanted something, he took it. And finally the night came when Mom said she didn't want that disgusting thing inside her, and he took her anyway. I was scared for her, and walked down the hall and looked into their bedroom, and I saw him grunting and pounding away at her cunt, and her moaning and begging him to stop hurting her. And he said to her that night - 'you don't like that, bitch, next time I'll give it to you up the ass!' And the next day, she drew up rape charge papers and waved them in front of his face, and said he could pack or he could go to trial. He was gone that night," Beth explained.

"So that's why the old bag would kill little brother if she found out he'd raped our cousin, especially that he did what Dad threatened to her - took him up the ass. And that's why you're not going to stop me from punishing little brother any way that I want to the rest of the week. In fact, you're going to help me, starting right now. And you'll follow my instructions to the letter, or I'll tell the old bag that you were stroking it and waiting your turn at our little cousin's tight little hole," Beth said, her voice malevolent with threat. "Now come upstairs and help me with my surprise for Tommy-boy."

Chad, thinking of the enormity of her charge, slumped his shoulders. He was trapped. Beth would say she saw him playing with himself, watching Tommy rape Gabriel, and his mom would believe every word, because he was apparently his father's son. And Gabriel wouldn't object, because he was face down and wouldn't have seen, anyway. Gabriel might even believe Beth and his trust of Chad, a trust Chad found so gratifying, would evaporate. Even if Dakota objected to this account, and why should she stick her neck out for Chad, Beth could simply say that Dakota hadn't seen what she'd seen because she was so distraught over Gabriel's bleeding injury.

And the risk, if his mother did believe Beth, was incredible. Heck, his mother had let Tommy's class kick a small soccer ball into his nuts over and over again for hitting a kid - what would she do his genitals if she thought he'd contemplated rape? And what might she do to Tommy's? He was growing to like his brother and didn't really want to see him tortured that way. Raping a boy's butt must be twice as bad just hitting a kid -- maybe three times as bad. What would happen to Tommy is she believed he'd really deliberately raped his cousin, and what would happen to himself is she thought he contemplated doing it next? What was worse than getting your balls hit with a soccer ball? Unfortunately, Chad could think of lots of worse things you could do to a guy's balls. You could beat them with a paddle, or with switches, or with that cane of The Reverend's! He'd said that could make boys sterile for life, but maybe she'd want that if she thought they were rapists! She could crush their balls with her hand, or with tools. She could even clamp them, like Mrs. Turpin had convinced him she'd done, or even have them cut off! They cut off the balls of animals, they could probably do it to humans! And if the doctor said that they had needed to be cut off to save their lives, who could contradict that? He trudged meekly behind his sister upstairs. His mind flashed back to the soccer ball punishment, which had been topped of with himself being ringed. He'd fainted, yet ringing wasn't so awful bad, not compared to other stuff. His ring was kind of nice, now that it had stopped hurting and healed up. (Oh, the agony of that healing, when he couldn't bear to touch himself, but was so horny he couldn't stand it. The best orgasm he'd ever had was his first time after his ring had healed! He'd actually squirted his stuff several inches past the head of his dick, and it was a lot of stuff! ) But of course, his mother had known where to ring him where it wouldn't do permanent damage, and she'd made sure he didn't get infected...

Turning on the landing, Beth grinned evilly at him. "Buck up, little brother! This can be fun if you let it." Chad grimaced, hoping that Tommy wouldn't blame him for participating. Perhaps they could talk afterward, so he could tell Tommy how Beth had threatened him to get his cooperation. Reaching the top of the stairs, Chad thought he saw, just for a minute, the door down the hall just closing. But Tommy and Chad's door was open, and Tommy, Gabriel, and Dakota were all in their bedroom, so he decided he must have been imagining it.

Tommy was sitting naked on his bed with his knees drawn up, his chin resting on them, his legs pulled to his genitals and mostly hiding them. The welts and blisters of his butt still showed, though. Gabriel and Dakota were sitting casually on Chad's bed, Gabriel in just little-boy briefs, Dakota in a long nightgown. Dakota caught Chad's eye as Beth passed and winked at him, creating great puzzlement in Chad. There was an undercurrent of electricity in the air that Chad couldn't understand. Gabriel pointed off to his left, but dropped the gesture when Beth looked his way. Tommy was watched Beth with his eyes, his face unreadable. Chad marveled that Tommy wasn't wetting himself in fear as Beth put down the box and gave Tommy a big, evil smile.

"Time for your last punishment of the day, little brother" Beth said. "You'll love this one. I've got a special surprise in the box. But first, you have to lie down on your back on your bed, and spread your arms and legs wide."

"Why?" Tommy said, looking Beth in the eye and not at all subservient. He didn't sound as frightened as Chad would have been in the same circumstances, and that puzzled Chad, too. Perhaps he didn't know how much of a threat he was under.

"You'll lie down because you don't want mommy-dearest to know what a slimeball her son is," Beth said evenly. "Now do it."

Tommy slowly rotated and settled on his bed, spreading his arms and legs as ordered. Beth took a plastic sheet about a foot square out of the box and slid it up to his crotch. "Lift your stinky butt, baby brother," she ordered. Tommy lifted his butt after a moment, and Beth slid the sheet under the edge. "You, sit on his left arm," Beth said amiably to Gabriel. "You sit on his right," she said to Dakota. The two looked at each other and shrugged, the moved to comply, immobilizing Tommy's upper half. Chad was then instructed to sit on Tommy's left leg, and Beth straddled Tommy's right. Tommy was acutely aware of Gabriel's soft buns pressing down on one arm, and Dakota's somewhat more voluptuous ones on his other arm, both easily felt through the soft, thin cotton cloth. He could even feel Gabriel's little testicular sack pressing against his arm.

"Sit on his left leg," Beth said, as she settled her feminine butt on Tommy's right leg, pinning him. Chad hesitated, than did as she'd ordered. Beth reached into the box again. "Ta-da!" she said, holding something up. "They say little brothers always want to be like their big brothers. Well, Tommy-boy, big brother has a dick ring. So...."

"Hey, no!" Chad protested, starting to rise. "You can't do that to Tommy! What if you do it wrong? I mean, you have to be careful with boys' stuff! What if you miss and hurt him forever? Mom'll have a fit!"

"She's the one who did it to you," Beth said reasonably. "She can't be that against penile piercings. And it's not that hard - you just have to ram the needle through the skin under the pee slit, and miss the dickie itself!" She held the wicked ring pliers aloft, letting the light glint off the sharp needle that was ready to pierce Tommy's most sensitive skin. "Snap, ow, you're done!"

"But—but—" Chad stammered. "Mom put stuff on me to kill germs first. And she had to tend it all week to keep it from getting infected! What happens if Tommy's di—if Tommy gets infected? I don't have the stuff you put on it - I don't know where Mom keeps it."

"It won't get infected," Beth said impatiently. Now sit on baby brother's leg so I can ring his little dickie!"

"I guess," Gabriel said. "I still want him to suck my peter, though! At least through Friday."

"I don't care about that," Chad said. "But we can't let her start sticking needles into Tommy!" He turned on Beth hotly. "This isn't about punishing Tommy any more. You're just being mean! I mean, if he wants a ring, I suppose he could get one, but then he should have ice put on it first to numb it. That's what Jimmy said. He said in real piercings, they use ice so it doesn't hurt bad. And they know what they're doing. And you have to have that anti-germ cream. It took mine days to heal! Besides, how can you keep everything secret if Tommy suddenly has a ring?" He looked to the other kids for support.

"He's got a point," Dakota said.

"No he doesn't," Beth shot back. "The old bag never sees his dick! She wouldn't have seen Chad's baby dick, either, if he didn't have mush for brains and go around hitting other kids! She's afraid of dicks! If Pops hadn't been the closest thing to a rapist, none of us would exist! My guess is that she's a closet lesbo. She'll never even know he has it. Now hold him still - I want to see his face when the needle goes in."

Chad couldn't figure out why Tommy wasn't struggling. Sure his limbs were pinned down, but his butt could move. Why wasn't he trying to escape his fate? Had he just given up? Was he paralyzed in fear? Chad was pretty sure if Gabriel was in the same position, his little butt would be thrashing in every direction as he kicked and fought to save his little hooded tool.

"I'm not an idiot," Beth snapped back. "I can see his pee tube and stay away from it -I'm just going to ring him through that knot of skin on the tip under the pee slit - just like you." She reached down and grabbed Tommy's now only faintly orange penis, displaying the underside and fingering the knot of skin under the pee slit. "Right here," she said. Now come sit on his leg and hold him still."

""NO!" Chad said, crossing his arms and standing up, glaring at Beth. "I won't! I'm tired of you pushing us boys around, and I'm tired of what you're doing to my brother!"

"Wow, listen to you," Beth snapped back. "All of a sudden grown a pair of balls! Chad was surprised that Tommy wasn't taking advantage of a free leg to get loose -- he certainly would have been in Tommy's place. Of course, his brother still had three kids sitting on him, and maybe he'd given up and resigned himself to it. "Do I have to remind you of Tommy's part in your own punishment? How many times did that soccer ball hit you because he kicked it? How many times did you have to suck his pathetic dick when he was in charge of you, little brother? How many times did he ream out your butt hole in the shower? How many spanks did he give you in all the spankings he gave you? How many times did he squeeze your baby nuts?"

"I don't care," Chad said. "He's still my brother! And if you don't let him go, I'll - I'll -"

"You'll do nothing," Beth said calmly. "Except get back up here and hold his leg so I can give him a lovely bit of jewelry. His little dickie will look so pretty with a nice ring, don't you think? Even prettier than yours. Besides, remember what we talked about in the hall - do you really want Mommie-Dearest to hear that you and baby brother actually conspired to ream out baby cousin's butt?"

Chad felt fear rising in him, but he pressed on. "Come on, Dakota! Gabriel!" Chad said desperately. "Don't let her do this! Let Tommy up! Look, I'm not going along with this anymore! I'm telling Mom everything! I'm gonna go call her right now! If we let you do this, next you'll be putting a ring right through his balls, or sticking one in his butt hole, or something worse!" He looked at Gabriel and Dakota, who were still sitting calmly on Tommy, and Tommy, who was still lying on the bed, appearing defeated. "Why won't you guys help me?" he begged. "She'd going to hurt him, maybe forever!"

"No she won't," Dakota said calmly.

"Yes she will," Chad said. "She'll miss and she'll make him bleed to death, or she'll hit some nerve and he won't be able to get hard ever again! Come on, you can't go along with this."

"She won't hurt him," Dakota said even more calmly.

"You don't know! Chad raged. "Getting ringed, even when the person knows what she's doing, it hurts so much you wouldn't believe it. But I deserved it - Tommy doesn't! Come on, tell her we won't do it! Get up and let Tommy go! I'll call Mom, I swear I will! I can't believe she'd hate Tommy that much, no matter what he did!" He fought the urge to burst into tears.

Beth smirked at him. "Big talk, little brother. Now get your butt back over here and hold baby brother down so I can get this over with."

"NO!" Chad screamed. "I'm going downstairs right now and I'm gonna call Mom and tell her everything. Everything! It was just an accident, anyway! Tommy didn't mean to hurt Gabriel, and Gabriel has already gotten him back, and Tommy's been punished enough! I don't think Mom's that mean, like you said. I don't think she'd send Tommy away for an accident. She might beat our butts, and if she does, I'll accept it - I won't even fight. But she still loves us, and she only does that stuff to make us better. Not like you, Beth! You do it because you're mean! Come on, guys, let's call Mom and tell her everything!"

Dakota shook her head. "I'm not going downstairs and call your mom with you," she said.

"Why not!" Chad exploded.

"Because your mother is standing in the doorway behind you, and the three of us have already told her everything," Dakota said calmly.

Gabriel looked across the room. "Then who is that who's standing in the doorway?"

Across town, Wayne had dutifully dressed in his pajamas and was lying on his bed. His grandmother had come home only moments before, checked that he'd eaten his food, cleaned up the kitchen, drunk only one Coke, cleaned up after his shower, and was tucked into bed before retiring to her own bedroom. Wayne had shut his eyes and tried to sleep, but he couldn't keep the images from going round in his head. Tommy brushing naked against him, massaging Wayne's butt and butt hole with lotion. Tommy gently, oh so gently, easing his penis inside of Wayne, stretching but not hurting him, not that much. The odd, disturbing feel of the other boy's penis in his rectum, creating an unfamiliar burn but tickling his penis from inside, somehow. Tommy's hand on his penis, squeezing, stroking, felling so right and natural yet so strange, bringing him to the best orgasm he'd ever had, an orgasm so big that he hadn't minded the burning in his rectum or the stretched feeling of his anus, not that much, anyway. Tommy's body against his, and the confused feelings he'd had afterward. Wanting Tommy to stay, but being too embarrassed to talk about what they'd done. But oddest yet, the yearning. He was rock hard in his pajamas, his thin, pointed penis throbbing, demanding attention. His grandmother would paddle him for if she caught him masturbating, she'd done so in the past. But she never came back in after she'd checked him - well, hardly ever. Last winter there was that time she'd unexpectedly come in with an armload of clothes when he thought she'd gone to sleep, and caught him on top of the covers with his bottom half naked and his hand in mid stroke. She'd just stepped out of the room even before he was quite aware she'd been there, returned with the paddle, and had flipped him face down and blistered his bare butt then and there, leaving him on the bed crying with a stern admonition to keep his hands out of his pants lest he risk eternal damnation. But he couldn't, of course, although he'd tried, and he'd handled himself many times since. Including that fateful day when Aiesha had come in and photographed him in the act.

The images of Tommy swirled in his head and his penis throbbed insistently. Giving in, he listened intently, and when no sound could be heard in the apartment, he slid quietly out from under the sheets and spread his legs on the bed, sliding his pajama pants down below his butt. His hand sought and gripped his small penis, unbeknownst to him in exactly the same way that Chad Henson gripped his, with his thumb and forefinger against his groin. He let his circled fingers slide up to the tip of his organ, and he imagined himself in the shower again, with Tommy's penis pressed between his buns, ready to enter him. In a moment, he slid his other hand under his butt, probed for his still lubricated and sensitive hole, and gently, carefully, prodded the elastic depression there. Wiggling the finger from side to side as he continued stroking himself, he managed to slip the tip of the finger in. The lotion inside him was still there, and the finger slid easily then, until he had it buried to the knuckle. An insistent tingle lit up at the base of his penis and he picked up the pace of movement of his other hand. Tommy, he murmured to himself. Tommy. Oh, Tommy!

Across the courtyard, an older, taller, more mature boy was also picturing Tommy Henson. He was straddling a pillow and had another under his chest, driving his much bigger dick into a device he kept hidden in his hidey-hole in the wall. The makers called it a "Porta Pussy," and often he pretended that's what it was, but tonight that image wasn't there. He kept picturing a small boy under him, the pillows the body and buttocks of the boy, and his device became in his mind the tight butt hole of his recent victim. He was pumping with his powerful hips as he held the device in his hand, picturing the writhing body of the boy he'd so recently butt-raped, the kid with the magical lips who'd given him the best blow job he'd ever had. "Take it, kid!" he said aloud to his empty room. "Take it up your ass! I'm going to cum up your candy ass, then I'll give you the butt-whopping of your life! I"ll make a man outta you yet!"

Mrs. Snetch, returning from dropping off the last of the boys, entered her house quietly, immediately spying Courtney still in the corner, her legs trembling as she stood on her knees with grains of rice digging painfully into them. Her hands were still behind her neck. Mrs. Snetch cleared her throat, and Courtney jumped. "You can get up, now," she said to her daughter. Courtney slid backward onto her haunches, moaned when her ruined butt touched the floor, and slowly, like an old woman, rose to her feet. Her butt still sported the stripes The Reverend had given her, as well as assorted bruises and welts. Her knees had indentations in the skin from the rice she'd been kneeling on, some grains still caught in her flesh. She stood, finally, hunched in front of her mother, tears slipping down her cheeks. They stared at each other, until finally her mother spoke first. "I never would have guessed you hated boys so," she said.

Courtney's tears flowed more freely. "I--- I --- I don't!" she wailed. "I love them, mother! I love them so much! I just want to see them, that way! You know, naked! Their things - they're so - they're so - I just want to see them! I want to touch them! Why do I want to do that? When I see Chad, or S. F., or Randy, or Alan, I just want to pull their pants down and look! I want to hug them close, and feel them against me! It's all I can think of at night, before I go to sleep."

"Not the little smart alecky one?" her mother noted, arching one eyebrow.

"I don't know," her mother said, taking her into her own arms. "But I've got the same feelings. It's one of the reasons I have you. Still, I had to punish you like I did. You can't go on satisfying your urges that way - it's not fair to your classmates or your cousins. The stuff you've been doing to Jeremy and Matty stops as of this day. They're your cousins - they're off limits. The other boys - well, I should have had a talk with you about this before now. There are better ways of seeing what you want to see and doing what you want to do without having to resort to blackmail. All you have to do is decide which boy you really want. And then you have to go about it the legitimate way - no blackmail. You see, boys will take their pants off for you voluntarily if you go about it right, and without you doing anything in return, either. They'll beg you to look at them and handle them. And you won't have to do a thing in return but what you want to do. Now come on, I'll give you a nice bath and treat your bruises, and while I do, we'll talk about boys. And condoms."

Alan Delvecchio lay back in his bed, a study of post-orgasmic bliss. He hadn't bothered to put his underpants back on - his mother never came into his room at night, making it clear that it was his haven and he could have complete privacy there. His long, thin penis lay against his stomach, sated and droopy, a bit sore and still slightly damp (It was hard to wipe all the cum off it cleanly, even though he'd not cum a lot that night). He idly fingered the underside with one hand while gently kneading his balls with the other. His balls were definitely bigger than they'd been, he decided. It took him two tissues to clean up afterward these days. Well, not tonight. Tonight he'd only managed a weak little spurt. But that had come just an hour or so after unloading himself at Courtney's house. That Chad-inspired orgasm had been amazing - he'd actually squirted the lid of the toilet seat with his first jet and had to wipe it off afterward. It had been mind-blowing, and his cum had felt hot as fire as it had flowed out.

Chad dominated his thoughts. That smiling, tousled haired face. That compact body that he just wanted to hold close. That tight, muscular butt, so boyish, small but masculine, with its soft skin (Alan knew just how soft - he'd become very intimate with Chad during their joint punishments). And that perfect little cock - small, maybe, but so nicely proportioned, and so hard when Chad was excited, so smooth. He could still remember the feel of it pulsing now and then in his mouth as Chad neared climax - how he longed to feel Chad unload in his own mouth, feel the quick pulses of orgasm, knowing he'd caused Chad that pleasure while Chad reciprocated, bringing him to orgasm seconds later as well. And then they'd lie side by side like that, head to tail, both spent, holding each other's genitals and pledging their love. That had been his fantasy tonight, and he'd even slipped a thumb into his own mouth while he masturbated, imagining it was Chad's cock, and Chad was going to come while he came himself.

He hadn't let his imagination go like this for a long time. But Chad had opened a door tonight. Opened it just a crack, but had implied that Alan might, just might be allowed to push through, at least a little ways. And Alan was determined that he was going to do it - he'd go ahead and push the door open, just like he had in the nurse's shower weeks before with Chad. Only this time, he'd make sure that Chad wanted him to go on, wanted it every step of the way. And he'd make sure there were no cameras around, too. He wasn't going to blow this. Chad said he didn't love boys, and maybe he didn't. But a hand was a hand in the dark, wasn't it? And a mouth a mouth? Wasn't that what Chad had told him when it was time for Lindsay to pay him back as Joey had ordered? Alan had pictured Chad on his knees sucking his cock while Lindsay was doing it, and it had worked - he'd shot his load, and she'd swallowed it, and as long as he kept his eyes shut the illusion was perfect. So what did it matter who Chad fantasized was sucking him, or touching him, as long as it was Alan who was actually doing it? Of course, he doubted that Chad would want to reciprocate and suck him in return, but he could always handle himself, inspired by what he was doing to Chad. He'd rather have that than nothing at all.

A thought struck him - he'd had 4 orgasms that day. No wonder his cock was getting a bit tender and sore. He'd beat off in the shower that morning, then Lindsay had sucked him, then he'd done it again at Courtney's house, and now tonight. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done it 4 times in one day. And he still made spunk the last time. Not much, only a few watery drops, but it made him feel extremely manly. Then when you added to that watching Emily get her butt beaten to a pulp, and the watching the same with Courtney - well, it had been a good day.

Zoey Turpin hunched over her computer, watching her rough cut with a critical eye. This was fantastic stuff - that Latino cutie was a real find, a worldly wise natural with no real modesty at all, and being uncut was a real plus for the guys who liked 'em natural. She was certain that he, like her, was already well-versed in childhood sexual behavior. And the things she had him and her original find doing were so stimulating that she'd actually had to take a break a little while back to go to her room and relieve some of the tension in her usual way. The final scene was playing out, the priceless castration scene. The shot of Chad's face when the clamps were being placed on either side of his tight little bag, the real fear in it. The close-up that followed, of the jaws closing slowly on his scrotum, the scrotum itself tightening in real fear, the small orbs trapped on the wrong side, the tight butt hole squeezing in real fear while the buttocks trembled all over. The kid's scream as he lost bowel control and dirtied himself - the mud boys would like that scene, although she didn't like that sort of thing herself. The following shot of his face as the clamps closed, when he thought he'd been neutered forever, the sheer horror and shock before the eyes rolled up in his head. The boys in Russia would love this one. Of course, they'd know she didn't really castrate them, especially when a pubescent Chad showed up in his next film ejaculating with increasing fecundity. But that was best, anyway - she didn't cater to the hard core sadist crowd.

She didn't think that her core audience would mistake her fantasies for reality. After all, she'd never, ever had castrated Chad. Not that she didn't think there were boys who could use neutering. There were a couple at her school who would be ideal candidates. She let herself picture, for a moment, Trevor Powell, that blond-haired rich kid with the 'vette, locked in her stocks, as she closed a real clamp, with precisely matching jaws, on his pendulous, hairy ball sack above his precious balls. Now there was a satisfying image. Actually, setting a vice up on pedestal between his spread legs and putting his balls in the jaws and slowly closing them would be more satisfying. Maybe taking all afternoon to do it, reviving him every time he fainted from pain, hosing him off every time he shat himself in fear and agony.

Yes, there were boys who deserved to be neutered in the most painful way possible, but she'd never have done it to Chad or Gabriel. Not with cocks that cute. Not with Chad's good looks and natural shyness that played so well to the camera. Not when his gradually maturing body would play so well with her audience. And Gabriel's air of worldy caution, his willingness to do things other boys would hesitate at just to survive - all those qualities came across on camera. Besides, she had plans for Chad's little cock before it got too big - serious, important plans. And for that tight little bum hole as well. She hadn't violated that hole, not yet, but she'd already laid the groundwork by persuading him to take that dump on camera. It was only a small step from there to invading him while stroking his penis, under the pretext of massaging his prostate to make his orgasm better, and then getting another penis into there would be only a small step forward. A little penis, first, one attached to a hairless prepubescent with a worldly air, and contrasting browner skin. Now where would she find a boy like that, she thought to herself with a grin. And how much would her audience pay to see little Chad deflowered!

And there was another reason not to cause either boy harm. She was pretty sure she might want to sample a little of that herself, when those precious little tools got just a bit bigger, but not too large to lose their appeal.

Her Barenakedboys Studio logo came onscreen (No closing credits, of course, only a teaser to follow these boys' adventures in the future at her web site), and she shut off the playback. She'd need to work on some transitions, and on some of the cut scenes, and she needed to fill in more back story with the miscellaneous footage, and the sound effects needed work, but this was clearly a best seller - she'd be living off the sales of this one for a long time. And then there was her pubescent orgy footage that she'd collected afterward - the two boys and two girls together, the girls undressing and the mutual 69's that followed. Natural experimentation by curious kids, the sort of thing that they could never do convincingly if they knew they were being filmed. She'd market that separately, after this current film became a hit, call it the "Secret Lost Scene of the Orphanage Boys," coming after their arrival and subjugation but before the castrations that ended this film. She'd make just as much money on it. She'd have to give a thought to Chad's and Gabriel's next projects.

She smiled as she thought the names in her head. People thought she never remembered names, and she was careful to foster that impression by never calling people the same name twice in a row - it was part of her mystique. Make them think she had the artist's temperament, that her mind was on more important things than names. But she wasn't really an artist. She was a businesswoman, and this was business. Chad obviously thought he'd have his chance at fucking her if he kept trying, and Gabriel probably was hoping for that, too. She'd keep them hoping, keep them coming back for more. She'd give them a little more each time, and they'd remain hers. They'd be her slaves as long as she held out the possibility of sex down the road. Oh, she'd throw both of them a fuck sooner or later, but not until both's penises were bigger. She liked them immature, after all, but not tiny. Right about when they had more than a soft, downy matt of pubic hair, just when the first curlies were developing, and their dicks were little fat sausages. That's how she liked them, and she'd tease them along until they were ready. I enjoy being a girl, she said to herself, recalling an old song. Backing up to an earlier transition, she started looking for a shot to tie Gabriel being spanked by the girls with a scene of the boys making their way out for a morning pee at the humiliating open toilet. Something had to happen in between - something where the boys are in the shed together. A shot where Gabriel's butt is still red and marked. Maybe one of the scenes where they nestle and Chad does that slow rub of a bit of Latino dick that she'd talked him into in the final shots. She began opening files, looking for the shot she wanted.