Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Epilogue
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Epilogue: The Exhibitionist

Tommy Henson sat on a folding chair next to a small table topped by a cut glass vase filled with flowers, toying with a small plate holding a few tiny, crust-free sandwiches, some pieces of fruit, and a chocolate truffle. He'd had 4 truffles to start with, but he'd eaten three. He really wasn't hungry but he didn't want to get up and circulate around the room, either. The room itself was a buzz of activity - well-dressed people in suits and gowns were milling about, staring at pictures on the wall and statues on pedestals, oohing and ahhing and congratulating the artist. Everywhere he looked, he saw himself. Not exactly him, but close enough. The mouth was smaller and meaner, the eyes narrower, conveying less cuteness and innocence than his own and more calculating, plotting intelligence. The face was a bit narrower, too, and lacked his round-faced boyishness, looking rather more weasel-like. But the body was his to the last little freckle and mole, and to say that body was revealed would be the understatement of the century.

Just to Tommy's left was the centerpiece of the exhibit - "Go Fuck Yourself" was a chain of life-sized castings of Tommy's torso from above his knees to his neck. There were 7 individual castings in the set. All 7 had anatomically detailed penises displayed rampant, penises that were in every detail duplicates of his own organ, surmounting a scrotum just on the edge of puberty, as his own had been 6 months ago. The front figure had fingers closed around the erect penis, clearly masturbating eagerly, while the figure behind had his organ buried to the hilt into the first figure's plaster anus, and so did the figure behind that, the figure behind that, the figure behind that, and the figure behind that. The last figure's anus alone was unviolated by a penis, but that didn't make it more innocent-his sturdy, masculine buns were being parted by his hand, his index finger clearly penetrating the anus that was deprived of a penis. Tommy had been close enough to the sculptures to verify that the detail was fantastic - you could even see the stretched anuses gripping the penises on the "Lucky Pierres" in the middle, and gripping the finger of the last figure, and the penis was detailed right down to the pee slit, the knot of skin under the tip, and the veins visible in its shaft.

On the walls were the other paintings making up "The Shame of Boyhood." Near Tommy was a series of pictures titled "Sequence," which consisted of two rows of 5 paintings. The top paintings were frontal pictures, the bottom paintings depicting the same pose from behind. The first of each row showed the alter-Tommy fully clothed, his pose arrogant, and an evil glint in his eye coupled with a snide smile. The next picture showed the same pose, but in it the alter-Tommy had clearly peed his pants - the pubic triangle of the blue jeans were soaked a darker blue, and streaks trailed down the legs. The socks that projected from the tennis shoes also displayed damp spots, and from the rear the wet extended up under alter-Tommy's butt. The next photo displayed alter-Tommy with his shoes, socks, and pants removed, his peed underpants partially translucent across a triangle in front, so the faintest hints of the guilty little penis that did the deed was visible. In the back pose, a strong hint of shapely buns and butt crack could be seen through the lower part of the underpants, where the crotch was soaked.

The next picture showed alter-Tommy bare from the waist down. Somehow, Naomi had conveyed with her paint quite clearly the dampness of the genitals and lower buttocks in this picture. The penis was soft and juvenile-looking, as befitted the kind of penis that would pee a boy's pants. The tip had just the slightest exaggeration to the pee slit, making that part look more threatening. The balls looked smaller than his, but projected jauntily, almost as if the boy's arrogance made them jut in pride. It clearly said, here's a boy who pisses where he pleases. The next picture showed alter-Tommy in diapers - juvenile diapers with Sesame Street characters on them. The boy was gazing at the camera, totally unrepentant of his refusal to control himself. The gaze said, "I can't be bothered with controlling my pissing - you'll have to change me if you want me dry."

Right next to that series was "Sequence 2," and it bothered Tommy more than the first. Like this one, it was a series of pictures, but these showed alter-Tommy treating his underpants and pants in an even more socially unacceptable manner. The first pair, front and back views, were identical to the first pictures of the other series - the boy wearing an expression that you just knew meant he was planning something evil. In the next, he's bearing an expression of concentration, that, along with the tension in his abdomen, a slight hunching of the back, and a jutting of the buttocks, raises a suspicion borne out by the next pictures that he's actually, deliberately dirtying himself, and enjoying the naughtiness of it immensely. Then come the pictures of the jeans hanging heavy in the back, the center seam normally hugging the tight buns pressed down, the boy now standing with his legs farther apart and looking very, very proud of his naughtiness, perhaps even savoring the pleasure of the feel of his own output against his bare skin. The pictures that followed, not surprisingly, had deeply bothered the finicky, cleanliness-minded Tommy - the boy with pants off, dark shadows bulging the underwear out in back and swelling it in front as well, the bulk of it centered in the lower back, of course, clearly indicating the offending part of the body that had been responsible. The following pictures showed the underpants being pulled down by feminine hands with long red fingernails and arms that trailed out of the picture, the boy's output clinging to his butt, filling his lower butt crack in back and coating his juvenile balls in front, some even clinging to the tip of the boy's penis. The boy's poop was so realistically painted that it seemed to jump off the canvas - you could almost smell him, and his smirk said he was proud of that fact. The next picture showed the feminine hands now in yellow gloves, holding the penis out of the way in front while the other hand scrubbed the scrotum, then holding the buns apart while the other hand was just finishing wiping the anus, lovingly and painstakingly painted in detail, down to the residual poo in the wrinkles and in the tight center slit that was still waiting to be scrubbed out. Then, like the previous set, the final pair of pictures showing the boy in diapers, clearly proud of his messing of his pants and unrepentant, probably looking forward to making another big mess for the woman to clean up.

The other side of the wall had a whole set of individual prints labeled "Just Punishment." They consisted of almost identical pictures of the boy over a feminine lap, a woman with a formal dress on, wearing heels, and depicted from about the beasts on down. The alter Tommy was in exactly the same position in each picture - the humiliating little-boy spanking position - face down, butt up, legs stretched behind, clearly kicking the air, both arms caught in one of the woman's firm hands while the other administered a variety of punishments. The first shot was of the boy being spanked fully clothed, on his blue jeans, while in the second he was being paddled with a hairbrush in the same outfit. The third had the alter-Tommy being spanked in underpants, his firm little butt a perfect copy of Tommy's in briefs, the briefs even Tommy's brand and style. The fourth picture was the same but the boy was being paddled with a wooden ruler. Patrons were gathered more around the later pictures, pictures in which the boy was bare-assed. Some showed him completely naked from head to toe, some showed him with his pants and underpants down but not off and his shirt pulled half-way up the small of his back, some showed him with underpants in various positions down his legs, as if he was gradually kicking them off during a long spanking. His butt was depicted with various forms of damage - almost white with two clear hand marks and the woman about to add a third, glowing pink all over, blotched with red, covered with oval bruises from a hair brush, bright red, and even an almost purple and red color (the latter with the woman holding a leather butt slapper of some kind that made Tommy shudder to look at it). In all the pictures, the boy was in mid-kick, so his legs were separated and the tight purse of his scrotum visible along with just the tip of a penis, both squashed against the woman's leg, and his head was twisted around as if caught in mid cry, his eyes puffy and tears and snot covering his cheeks. Arrayed around that set were pictures of the girls spanking Tommy in various humiliating positions, showing their contempt for his maleness in all of them. He was over the lap in some, standing leaning against a chair in others, and standing, being held in place by his penis or scrotum or both in still others. One with each of the girls had him in the inspection position, the details of his scrotum, his anus, and the ridged skin between his legs all lovingly and accurately depicted. In one, he was screaming his head off while the girl in the picture was squeezing his balls so hard they appeared purple in the picture. In all, he was crying, and his face was contorted and his mouth apparently begging for mercy.

But worse than that was "Duos," a set of pictures on the far wall of him and Elvin doing various extremely naughty things with wanton glee. There was Elvin completely nude, with Tommy kneeling in front of him on his knees, also bare, sucking Elvin's little penis with apparent ardor while his own penis stood clearly at attention. There was Elvin reciprocating on Tommy's larger penis. Next to it was Elvin bent forward at the waist with palms on knees, his little butt jutted backwards, Tommy's face buried in it as if he was kissing Elvin's butt hole, or perhaps licking it. Next was Tommy on his back with his butt at the edge of the bed, legs over his head, Elvin standing up, his penis head just inside Tommy's explicitly detailed butt hole, the tiny shaft of Elvin's penis joining the two of them, clearly poised for the next thrust, the expression on Tommy's face suggesting submission, Elvin's showing arrogant dominance. Tommy's penis was powerfully erect in that one, and his balls drawn tight to its base, showing clearly his approval of the invasion of his nether regions by the other boy.

There were also pictures of both boys from the rear, bent over and with butts spread apart, eying themselves in a large mirror, thus displaying four tightly pursed orifices, two of them twins of the other two, as well as contrasting scrota. Next was a portrait of both boys standing, heads thrown back, eyes closed, Tommy with his right hand on Elvin's erect penis, Elvin with his left hand on Tommy's equally excited member. And the picture that brought the most shame to Tommy's face - himself eagerly fucking Elvin when he'd thought Elvin was a girl. But in this picture he wasn't blindfolded - he had his head thrown back and his hips thrust forward, his butt tightly clenched, clearly a boy in the midst of orgasm.

Chad and Gabriel walked over, like Tommy dressed in suits and looking as uncomfortable and itchy in them as Tommy was. They sat their own plates on the little table and pulled up chairs.

After awhile, Gabriel looked up at Tommy from where he'd been contemplating his shoes. "Did you really do all this stuff?" he asked.

"Most of it," Tommy admitted.

"You Xeroxed your butt?" Gabriel asked. Tommy almost laughed. Of all the things to notice, Gabriel picks up on the picture that he was least embarrassed by.

"She made me," he said.

"You were naked in front of those girls, too?" Gabriel said. "Did they touch your peter like they do in the pictures?"

"I guess," Tommy said.

Chad was afraid Gabriel was about to tell Tommy about the work they'd been doing for Zoey Turpin, perhaps thinking it would make Tommy feel better if he knew that Gabriel and Chad were also in the media doing many embarrassing things for other people's pleasure. But fortunately, they were interrupted and Chad didn't have to intervene to keep their secret. A well-dressed man and woman made a bee-line for Tommy, towing a boy of maybe 11 behind them. He looked as uncomfortable in his suit as Tommy was. "You see," the man said to the boy. "It didn't kill him - he even came to the opening! If he can do it, you can, too! It's not like you left us much choice." The boy looked back at the man defiantly.

"Do what?" Chad asked curiously. He'd become quite a bit braver lately, since he'd started being the big brother for real. The trust and respect he'd gotten from Gabriel, and even Tommy, and the fact that he now had hair all over his pubes, some even curly, had made him feel more grown up. So did the fact that his cock and balls had grown noticeably bigger, so his penis was almost as big as Tommy's. But then, a lot can happen in 6 months.

He was gaining on Tommy in penis size, but Tommy's was growing, too, and Tommy also now had a fine coating of straight hairs himself down there. Chad was beginning to believe that he'd never catch up to Tommy in penis size and that his brother would always be bigger even when they were both fully mature, but now it didn't seem to matter so much. Gabriel was still bald and tiny-dicked, though, which actually made both boys feel better about themselves. So Chad was braver, and that made it easier to talk to strangers who accosted his little brother.

"Brian is going to be the artist's next model," the mother said proudly.

"No I'm not!" the boy said.

"But dear, you'll be famous, just like this boy!" his mother said. "And you have to - the judge said so."

"I don't want people to see me naked!" the boy protested, pulling on his mother's hands.

"And it's better than going to Juvenile Hall," the father said grimly. He looked at Chad. "I don't know what that one did," he said, nodding at Tommy. "But mine got caught with an assortment of paint cans right next to a newly painted mural on the 4th Street Bridge - a mural of a man and a woman engaged in a most unusual sex act. The judge said he could do this or serve 6 months in Juvie and have a record."

"He's going to be in an exhibition called, 'The Third Coming,'" the mother said proudly. "It's going to be pictures of Jesus' life, from birth to crucifixion, but with Jesus as a pubescent boy in all of them. To make it realistic he's going to pose for all the critical scenes with them really happening to him."

"It can't be helped," the father said. "It's Naomi's realism that makes her famous. Besides we can't back out now - I've signed all the papers, even the ones that allow for the circumcision." He leaned toward the other boys. "He's uncut, but I've never liked the way his looks, so it'll be an improvement. He's just mad because they have to do it the traditional way, without anesthetics so it'll be authentic for the pictures. There's a doctor who works for a religious retreat outside of town who does it the old fashioned way, with a stone knife and everything," he added, appearing to savor the look of horror that was growing in his son's eyes. "He's with Goodbody's organization." Chad and Tommy looked at each other, then looked at the boy with more sympathy.

"I don't want my wiener cut!" the boy squalled. "It'll hurt!"

"But you'll look a lot better afterward, sweety," the mother said. "And it'll make it easier to go number 1! All the girls will like it better that way, too."

"Don't tell the boy ridiculous stuff like that," the father interjected. "He knows better." He looked at the boy. "Yeah, it'll hurt. They're going to cut about an inch off your dick and it'll hurt a whole lot! You're also going to have to take a whipping, a real whipping, and be tied to a cross for most of a day. Be thankful they're using ropes for the crucifixion and not real nails. Besides if you valued your stupid foreskin so much, you should have thought of that before you started painting on the town monuments." The boy burst into tears, burying his face in his mother's dress. "Well, it was nice meeting you," he said to the three of them, and he and his wife led the crying boy away.

Gabriel looked at Chad. "What was that all about?" he asked.

"He's going to be Naomi's next model, apparently," Chad said. "And they're going to cut the little bit of skin off his dick that you have and we don't."

"Ow!" Gabriel said sympathetically. He suddenly got a worried look. "Your mom won't do that to me, will she?"

"No," Chad said. "Mom's strict, but she's not mean. Not like them."

"Good," Gabriel said. He popped one of Tommy's chocolates into his mouth.

A small, pixyish boy sidled up shyly to the group. It took Tommy only a second to recognize his costar for the night. "Hi!' Elvin said. Tommy nodded at him. "I saw you over here earlier but I couldn't come over until now," Elvin added. "Naomi made me meet a bunch of people, but she said I'm done for the night now."

"Hey, you're the kid!" Gabriel said. "The one in the pictures with Tommy!" People nearby turned to look at them. Chad made shushing motions at Gabriel.

"Sorry," Gabriel said to Chad. "But he's that kid!" He pointed to the pictures across the hall.

"I know," Chad said. "I recognized him. Maybe he doesn't want us pointing it out - Tommy doesn't."

Elvin didn't seem at all unhappy to be recognized as the other boy model in the exhibit. "Naomi's real happy," he said. "She's getting all these offers, and half the pictures are sold already."

"Great," Tommy said. "I can be naked and disgusting in dozens of places worldwide."

"It's just art," Elvin said philosophically. "It's not who we really are."

"Yeah it is," Tommy said. "Some of it. It's exaggerated, but it's not that far off."

"That's what art is," Naomi suddenly said, startling the boys. She materialized out of the shadows behind Chad and Tommy. "It's got to be too close for comfort or it's a failure. I'm glad your family could come," she said to Tommy. "You and Elvin are a hit."

"Terrific," Tommy said a bit sullenly.

"Tommy doesn't like it that all these people are seeing him naked and doing stuff," Elvin said.

"Don't take yourself so seriously, stud," Naomi said to Tommy. "What's up there isn't you - it's my vision of boys in general. I just used your form for my vision. I gave birth to the boy out there - he's not real. He has no redeeming qualities at all. You, on the other hand, are actually quite admirable, in your own way. Just as you are, cousin," she added to Elvin.

"Can I take Tommy back to the guestroom?" Elvin asked. "You said I could go, and I think he'd like a break from being out here for awhile."

"Yeah, whatever," Naomi said. "Just bring him back in an hour." A well-dressed couple was approaching and she turned to smile at them. Elvin led Tommy away.

"Want to go see the pictures of the girls again?" Chad asked Gabriel. The west wall of the exhibit had quite an attractive collection of Naomi's sisters painted in angelic poses, serving as a contrast to the evil alter-Tommy. Many of those pictures were nudes, some more revealing than any Hustler Magazine pose.

"Sure!" Gabriel said. He tugged at Chad, and the two started across the museum floor.

Elvin led Tommy through an unmarked door and into a hall, then into a room labeled "Visiting Artist Apartments." Inside was what looked very much like a living room. Elvin tugged at Tommy's arm. "Look," he said. "It has a kitchen and a bathroom, and everything! Even two bedrooms!" He tugged Tommy toward a door, pulling him in. Turning, he shut the door. Tommy saw a rather mussed looking bed in the gloom. "We've been staying here while the exhibit was getting ready," he said. "I have to share the bed with the girls, but that's okay." He plopped down on it.

Tommy sighed and sat down. "Thanks for getting me out of there," he said. "I couldn't stand to look at me that way much longer."

"Aw, that's not you!" Elvin said. "And the other kid's not me! That's Naomi's screwy idea of who you are. I know you're not that kid, and so does anyone else who knows you. But we can hide back here for awhile - nobody will miss us - they're too busy looking at pictures and saying things like 'enchanting vision,' and 'the essence of boyhood.'" He posed like a haughty art critic. Tommy felt a smile come to his face. He looked around the rather sparsely appointed room.

"So what do we do in the meantime?" he asked.

"I dunno," Elvin said, kicking at the floor. "Whatever you want, I guess. We got an hour, and no one will bother us." He looked at Tommy with an odd glint in his eye. Tommy looked the smaller boy up and down, his eyes catching on the small tent in Elvin's suit pants, the thin cloth of the suit making it quite visible.

"Can you believe the stuff we did for the pictures?" he asked Elvin.

"Sure," Elvin said. "It wasn't so bad. Some of it was kind of fun. I'd do it again. Well, not the spanking part. Gettin' spanked sucked. But the rest of it was pretty good." He lowered his eyes to his feet. "I think about you sometimes," he said to the carpet.

"You think about me?" Tommy said.

"I think about you and me, doing stuff," Elvin said. "When I'm in bed. You know. Alone." He looked up at Tommy. "These pants are too hot," he said. "The shirt is, too. You don't mind, do you?" He started untucking his shirt, unbuttoning the top button and pulling it over his head. In moments, he had his pants off and was stretching luxuriantly in just his little-boy briefs and socks. The tent in his undies was more noticeable now. Tommy found himself wondering if the smaller boy's genitals had grown just as his had, or if they were the same as before. And what would Elvin think of his newer, larger equipment? Elvin got up again and walked over to the bedroom door. "The door locks, you know," he said. "Wouldn't want a stranger catching me in my underwear." He locked the door behind Tommy, and looked at him with a glint in his eye. Tommy found himself mechanically loosening his belt and unbuckling his pants.

"Yeah," he said. "Wouldn't want people catching us in our underwear. Or whatever." Elvin's smile broadened as Tommy pulled off his pants and slipped his own shirt over his head, a bigger tent deforming his own underpants. He slid over to Tommy, falling to his knees. "You still look too hot," he said to Tommy, looking up at him from his position by Tommy's feet and reaching for Tommy's underpants. "Let me help you get those off."

Chad and Gabriel looked carefully at a picture of Naomi's sisters on all fours, completely naked, smiling over their shoulders at the camera, two smooth and rounded butts on shapely knees, legs parted enough each of their vulvas were lovingly and invitingly rendered. "I'd do either one," Gabriel muttered to Chad.

"Aw, but would they do you?" Chad rejoined. "That's the problem. We guys are always ready, but it seems they never are." He thought about his progress with Cynthia - there were times he thought sure she wanted him, but times she seemed to just be playing with him. Yesterday she'd come over after school, and had actually rubbed his penis through his pants while they played Playstation. Had rubbed it quite a while, in fact, without looking at him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But his sister had come home and Cynthia had calmly removed her hand just as he was getting near orgasm. Then she wouldn't take the hint and touch him again, even after his sister had left, leaving him frustrated and having to deal with it himself later. He contrasted that with boys - his cousin Gabriel still slept against his front every night, and Gabriel would just take Chad's hand and move it against his little penis when he wanted Chad to masturbate him, and Chad just did it, no muss, no fuss, no persuasion. Gabriel would catch his breath and shudder, and then melt against Chad, often murmuring something like, "you're the best cousin ever" before slipping of to sleep nestled against Chad's hard on. Chad didn't mind that Gabriel didn't suggest getting him off in return - he wasn't into Gabriel, other than liking making Gabriel happy. But it was nice that Gabriel didn't do a lot of dancing around like girls did - he took Chad's hand and put it where he wanted it, so Chad knew where he stood. Why wasn't Cynthia like that? And then there was Alan Delvecchio...

He and Alan had had several sleepovers at Alan's house since the night Courtney was paddled and Emily went off to The Reverend's farm. There were rumors that Emily was about to come back from there and join them at school again, rumors he hoped were false. He didn't miss Emily.

Alan was such a contrast to Cynthia. With Cynthia the trick was getting her to do anything - she hinted and teased, and occasionally rewarded him with very exciting little treats - a glimpse of breast, a chance to feel her butt right under her clothes, no underwear or anything, and the most tantalizing touches of his privates and his own butt. Last night was the closest she'd come to bringing him to orgasm, and he wondered if she'd have actually done it if Beth hadn't come in. Of course, that would have been messy, in his pants - his ejaculations had gotten stickier, thicker, and more copious in the last 6 months, but he'd have gladly taken soiled underwear for a fully completion of the act. And his mother wouldn't say a word to him soiling his underwear that way, but skid marks...

But anyway, it was different with Alan than it was with Cynthia. He liked the stuff Alan did to him, physically at least, and didn't really mind doing some stuff back to Alan. But he didn't love Alan, and he thought he loved Cynthia. He didn't feel that excitement with Alan that he felt with the girl. For example, Chad liked kissing Cynthia—he'd get that rush of excitement when he kissed her again and again, and felt her kiss him back. Alan liked to kiss him, too, but Chad didn't feel that same excitement - he let Alan do it because it made Alan happy, be he found himself just waiting for Alan to have had enough and move on to his dick. He liked Alan playing with his dick (Chad never thought of it as a wiener any more - he'd grown up beyond such childish things). Alan clearly liked dicks, and treated Chad's with the kind of loving attention that only someone who had a dick of his own could provide, or someone who really, really liked dicks even though she didn't have one. He wondered, not for the first or even the twelfth time, if Cynthia really, really liked dicks or not. Girls were such a mystery.

He didn't suck Alan's dick, although Alan clearly wanted him to. Well, okay, he gave in now and then and did it, but he had to be really horny himself to go ahead and do it. If Alan had gotten him off first, Chad just couldn't bring himself to put a boy's peeing thing in his mouth. But if he was horny enough, if Alan had been teasing his dick like he seemed so expert at doing, bringing Chad almost to orgasm then letting him slide back, Chad would have sucked anything. Heck, he might have sucked a dog turd by that point. So okay, to be honest, he did suck Alan's dick now and then, and Alan was especially loving with his own afterward. But Alan got excited sucking Chad - he'd always, always get hard again when sucking Chad, even if Chad had just gotten him off. Chad never felt that way - sucking Alan was just a chore, a job that he didn't hate, but didn't relish, either - a step toward getting his own rocks off.

Alan loved Chad, was clearly head over heels in love with him, and the fact he didn't love Alan bothered him sometimes, afterward. When they were both spent and Alan would hug Chad's side while Chad lay on his back trying to understand the world, Alan would snuggle his whole body up to Chad, and kiss him gently on the neck and play idly with his spent penis or stroke Chad's now growing scrotum, and tell Chad he was the best friend a boy could have, and Chad would feel guilty sometimes. But the guilt would pass when he got hard again, and he got hard often these days.

At leastAlan didn't appear to be into butt stuff, which was a relief, because then Chad would have had to say a firm "no," and he wasn't good at saying "no." But although Alan seemed to enjoy holding and squeezing Chad's butt cheeks while embracing him, he never ventured near Chad's anus, and Chad was grateful for that. And Alan didn't seem to want Chad to do anything to his own anus, either, for which Chad was also grateful. Alan also didn't seem to mind that Chad would sense his impending orgasms and move his mouth off Alan when they did oral stuff, finishing him off by hand like the people did in the gay porno movies Alan showed him on his computer. Alan even would nudge Chad's cheek with his fingers to warn him of his impending emissions, now. And that was good, because Alan now came copiously, just as Chad did, and swallowing it would have been gross. Alan seemed to like to finish Chad all the way off, though, and swallowed without complaint, and Chad felt guilty about that, too.

But he didn't stop doing things with Alan despite his lack of love for the boy and his guilt. He still liked Alan and considered him one of his best friends, and being sucked and fondled beat the hell out of jerking yourself off. And he certainly wasn't getting any from Cynthia, not yet, anyway. Although he had hopes, and he planned to keep working on it. Sometimes he wanted to fuck her so badly he could just taste it. At least, he thought he wanted to fuck her. Thinking the word felt nasty, daring into uncharted territory. But that's what he wanted to do, with all his heart and soul. He wanted to fuck her. Ram his hard dick into her warm softness, and hump her until he came inside here. At least, he thought he wasted to fuck here. He'd never done it, so how could he know? But he was pretty sure, when the time came, if it came, he'd like it. It sure looked inviting. He let the thought roll through his head a moment, enjoying the ripeness of it. He wanted to fuck her he wanted to fuck Cynthia. Fuck her right in her cunt. The naked girls in the pictures in front of him made the need urgent. He'd have to jerk off tonight, after satisfying Gabriel, who'd probably be a horny little goat after seeing these pictures, too. He didn't know if he could wait until Gabriel went to sleep, he was so horny. But jerking off beside an awake Gabriel was awkward - he mentally felt Gabriel mocking him and his need, somehow, although Gabriel never did anything of the sort.

Tommy didn't restrain himself much these days, either. He and Jesse did it like rabbits, as if the events of 6 months ago had been a dam bursting, and all the sex had come running out. Jesse came over every other weekend or so, and Tommy went over there just as often, and both had lost their inhibitions to doing things with Chad and Gabriel in the room (although they did stay under the covers, and they waited until Chad and Gabriel had snuggled together for the night with their backs turned). Chad assumed they were more uninhibited at Jesse's house, because they didn't do any of what Jesse called "butt stuff" around him and Gabriel. But Tommy did, at times, appear to be nursing a tender sphincter with lotion after coming from Jesse's house, and in unguarded moments in the shower Tommy would flash Chad a glimpse of a sphincter that appeared to be freshly violated, evidence that Jesse's few pubic hairs, which he'd proudly shown off to Chad and Gabriel, were not the only sign of his growing male prowess. And Tommy had bought lube - a thin tube of something called "Glide," which Chad had stumbled upon in Tommy's bedstand when looking for a pencil, and which had disappeared again with Tommy when he'd gone to sleep over at Jesse's house. The lube had to be for butt stuff, and Chad almost shuddered at the thought - his own sphincter had never forgiven him for how it had been violated when he'd run the gauntlet. Why his brother would want to invite such an invasion, or Jesse, either, Chad didn't understand.

But anyway, Chad knew for sure the two of them did a lot of touching and oral stuff while he and Gabriel were looking the other way (and Gabriel was sometimes getting his pleasure from Chad). He could hear sucking and slurping noises, and soft moans, and the sound of fingers moving rhythmically on penises even if he wasn't looking, and in their bedroom, at least, Tommy and Jesse did many of the things that Chad himself had let Alan do with him. Alan. Could he go letting Alan love him, pretending to the other boy that the feeling might someday be mutual when he knew in his heart it would never happen?

There had been another interesting change in Chad's life that he still hadn't come to grips with, and it involved Tommy. In the months after Tommy's Attitude Adjustment, Tommy had come to Chad several times when they were alone and likely to be alone for awhile to confess wrongdoing, and had asked Chad to spank or paddle him for his misdeeds. And each of those misdeeds involved Tommy having been unfaithful to Jesse in some way. The first time Tommy did it was a Saturday afternoon when their cousins, Beth, and Mrs. Henson had all gone to the mall for an extended shopping trip. Tommy came into the living room, where Chad was playing on the Playstation, carrying one of their new ping-pong paddles with him. "You have to paddle me," he said without preamble. "Bare. And hard. Until I'm red all over. Right here in the living room."

Chad had blinked in surprise. "Why would I have to do that?" he asked.

"Because of something I did," Tommy said. "Something I have to be punished for. I did sex stuff with Wayne at his house on Friday after school," he added. "A lot of stuff. I couldn't stop myself - there's something about how lame he is that made me want to see how far I could go. And I went plenty far, too! He'd going to be sitting carefully for awhile, and I bet his mouth is sore, too! But I promised Jesse I wouldn't do that stuff with anyone but him, so you have to paddle me."

"I don't want to paddle you," Chad said. "I don't care if you suck every boy in school, and butt fuck their dogs, too." He felt a thrill of adulthood saying the words - the grown up language, which he used around Tommy (and much of which he'd learned from Gabriel) made him feel more of a big brother to his still slightly larger younger sibling).

"But you have to paddle me. I've been bad, and you're the big brother. You have to paddle me and tell me that I'd better not do it again or you'll paddle me worse. Or I will do it again," Tommy said earnestly. "But not if you punish me. If you punish me, I won't."

"So what?" Tommy challenged. "You still gotta paddle me. You've got to lecture me for hurting Jesse that way, and you've got to paddle me so that I won't do it again. And it has to hurt."

"I'm not going to paddle you," Chad said firmly.

"In that case, I'll have to tell Jesse and get him to paddle me," Tommy said.

Chad straightened up. "Don't you dare!" he said. "Don't you dare tell Jesse! Suck the dick of every boy in your class for all I care, or take each of them up your butt individually or simultaneously, but don't you dare breathe a word of it to Jesse! You'll hurt him so much he'll never forgive you! And if you hurt him, I'll never forgive you!"

"Then you'll have to be the one who paddles me," Tommy said. "Because it's either you or him." He threw the paddle at Chad's feet and turned. "I'll be in the corner, waiting," he said. He walked to the corner of the room and began methodically undressing, toeing off socks, unbuckling and pulling down pants and underpants simultaneously, shrugging out of his shirt, and piling all of them behind him on the floor. Glancing back at Chad, his turning body revealing a raging now 3 1/2-inch hard on, he put his hands on top his head and faced into the corner.

Chad had stared at the paddle, and at his naked brother across the room, and at the paddle again, thinking about Tommy, and Jesse, and how happy Jesse was these days, and how much Tommy didn't deserve the many good things he got in life. Then he slowly rose and picked up the paddle, and crossed to the couch and sat down in the middle of it, still staring at Tommy's white butt, curving invitingly, buns thrust out and prominently displayed. He had a responsibility, after all. "Get over here, you digusting little shit," he ordered He had a vague memory of his father calling him that, once, in his toddler days, before pulling down a diaper and spanking his bare butt. Tommy turned, hands still on his head, and walked the few steps to Chad's size. His penis was, as Chad had thought, rock hard and curving slightly upward. It was definitely growing, and Chad felt a tinge of jealousy confirming it was still longer than his also growing organ. "You can't go around having sex with other boys," Chad began. "It's not fair to Jesse. You told me you promised Jesse you'd only do that stuff with him. Jesse told me that himself - it's important to him. He loves you. You'll break his heart if he finds out, and lose the best friend you ever had."

"I know," Tommy said, and he sounded positively contrite. "I'm sorry. But I can't stop myself from doing stuff sometimes."

"Yes you can," Chad said. "You just don't want to."

"That's why I have to be paddled," Tommy said. "Hard."

"Oh, I'll paddle you hard," Chad said. "Because you disgust me. Get over my lap."

Tommy had contritely bent himself over Chad's lap, grasping the pillow on the end of the couch and burying his face in it, his legs dangling in a gangly fashion off of Chad's other side. Chad looked at his brother's butt. "I'm only going to do this if you promise never, ever, to tell Jesse, cross your heart and hope your balls fall off."

"I promise," Tommy said. "Paddle me like a real big brother and I won't say a word about this to Jesse."

"You'd better not," Chad said. He'd then given his brother a competent, thorough spanking that did indeed color Tommy's butt bright red all over, and left, as paddles usually do, a trial of blisters down both sides of Tommy's butt crack where his buns pinched against each other with every blow. Tommy was teary-eyed and sniffling when he got up afterward, but his erection was still rampant and throbbing. "Thanks, Chad," he said with a bit of catch in his voice. "That should hold me awhile." He turned and headed to the bathroom with his bottom half still naked, his butt glowing red. In a few moments there was a flush of the toilet, and then Tommy came back in, his penis now soft and dangling, the head swollen and pink, the base thin and sated. He reached for his clothes.

"You're disgusting," Chad said again. "I hope you at least washed your hands."

"Of course I washed my hands," Tommy said. He winced as he slid his underpants over a sore, red butt.

"And you're not telling Jesse. And I'm not doing that again," Chad had said. "So keep your dick in your pants around other boys."

"Yes you are," Tommy said. "Whenever I need it. I can't keep it in my pants all the time. So when I screw up, either you or Jesse has to set me straight, and you and I both know it has to be you."

And that's the way it had been. Ever 6 weeks or so Tommy would confess another lapse to Chad and earn another spanking - sometimes with the hand, sometimes with some sort of implement. Once he'd even strapped Tommy with a belt that his brother had offered him with a mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes. Thinking to end this once and for all, Chad had strapped his brother's bare butt hard, leaving painful stripes on his brother that had him sitting carefully for a week. But nothing changed, although Tommy didn't tell Jesse about his wayward lapses. And in between these contrived incidents Tommy was apparently totally faithful to Jesse. Chad had stopped questioning it, simply spanking his brother when asked and ignoring the fact that his brother was getting off on it and always rushed to the bathroom immediately to relieve himself. Chad sometimes wondered if Tommy would really tell Jesse his sins if Chad refused to spank him, but he didn't want to risk that - he had become increasingly fond of Jesse, who often felt more like his little brother than Tommy and who treated Chad with something akin to worship. He still feared that, knowing his brother, heartbreak was somewhere in Jesse's future, but for now he was keeping things on an even keel by playing whatever kinky game it was he and Tommy were playing.

So there was still a lot of uncertainty in Chad's life. But he'd managed not to be spanked or stripped at school for 6 months now, and he was at an art exposition where he and his increasingly beloved little cousin were jointly admiring pictures of two very naked and lust-inducing females with the full approval of the adults around them. And Emily the Bitch was still at The Reverend's farm. And maybe, just maybe, he could get Cynthia to actually finish him off next time she touched his eager and no longer tiny genitals through his pants. Whatever the future might bring, Chad Henson was, for the moment, happy. He noticed Gabriel pulling at his penis through his suit pants. "Hey, stop that, you little animal," he said genially.

"Okay," Gabriel said amiably. "But you have to take care of me later. These pictures make me horny."

"I'll take care of you later," Chad said warningly, "only if you stop touching yourself now." Gabriel let his hand drop and adopted an angelic expression. Chad looked down at the brown, black haired boy. I will take care of you. Chad thought to himself. In every way. I'll take care of you until you can take care of yourself. He marveled at the wonder that this little distant cousin of his had made him feel so much different about himself. He wanted to hug Gabriel, but restrained himself and tousled the boy's hair instead. And even when you don't need me to take care of you, he added to himself, I'll still always be there for you.

The End

This is pretty much the end of Tommy's and Chad's stories - they're well into adolescence now and their new confidence and awareness of their bodies make them less fertile objects for future adventures. There are many stories in the ether involving other children at Reverend Goodbody's Farm, though, and telling them will probably be one of this year's projects, starting with Emily Git's adventures as one of the Reverend's mules.

I want to tender my appreciation to those of you who've enjoyed Chad's and Tommy's adventures and wrote to me telling me so, or wrote offering their own stories to be fictionalized and included in Tommy's and Chad's adventures. A number of the incidents in readers' lives have been integrated into Chad's and Tommy's stories, helping make them more authentic and allowing readers to relive the significant memories of their own childhoods. The stories of readers that were fictionalized in this one include Mrs. Raphael's girlhood experiences with her cousin Jeremy, Butch's peeing incident and the punishment that followed, several of the spanking scenes in Mrs. Martinez' story, Wayne's punishment for masturbation by his grandmother, and probably others that have slipped my mind. I want you to know that those story ideas from life were deeply appreciated.

I also want to publically express my thanks to Nialos, who has made this venue possible and slaves tirelessly to expand the story list. I know Nialos Leaning Presents has many fans that we never hear from, but if you do have a moment, write to this author or the other authors on Nialos' site and let us know that you are out there and consuming what we write. Sometimes knowing there's someone out there reading is the only thing that makes fatigued fingers keep typing. I also want to thank Steam Train for his periodic encouragement to soldier on and finish a story.

If you liked these two novels, you may enjoy the adventures of new protagonists Jake and Sam in the much shorter series, "The Orphanage," coming soon on Nialos Leaning Presents!

With much appreciation,

Chadlad