Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 35
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 35: Tommy Makes a Good Impression – or Several

She turned her head as Tommy's head snapped up again. Girls? Major humiliation? With a sinking heart, he realized there could only be one meaning to her words. Her sisters. And probably some of the activities she'd already shown him she'd done with the younger boy, if not all of them. He hoped not all of them. Naomi was already calling. "Melissa, Zandra! Our new model's ready!"

A sound of running footsteps as Naomi stalked to the work table and grabbed up a sketch pad and pencil. As she began rapidly sketching Tommy on a pad, the two girls burst into the room and skidded to a stop in front of him. They were obviously the two in the pictures, currently dressed in ordinary white t-shirts and cut-offs, their hair flowing behind them in pony tails. The older girl, obviously Zandra, was slightly shorter than Tommy, the younger girl several inches shorter. They both burst into excited smiles at seeing him.

"You got an older one!" Melissa burst out. "What is he, 11?"

"He's 12, I think," Naomi muttered, still sketching. "But I believe he's our boy for the bulk of the exhibit. He has a name, but there's no reason for you to get on a personal basis with him, so it doesn't really matter what his name is – just call him 'boy.' He's the only one of their kind here, so it shouldn't confuse him." She nodded toward the bench. "Zandra, get the camera and capture this little piece from all angles while his clothes are still on." Tommy's worries increased at her wording. But before he could consider it much, she pointed a pencil at him. "You, boy!" She flipped the paper over to get a new page and sketched again. "Thrust for me," she said. "Put your hands on your butt and thrust your crotch out."

Humiliated, Tommy complied, feeling ridiculous with midsection thrust forward, his genitals making a bulge that was clearly visible even fully clothed. He wasn't hard, but he remembered what she'd said about everyone always being able to see boys' genitals. He risked a quick glance around. Sure enough, the younger girl's eyes were glued to his crotch, weighing, sizing him up. The older girl was moving from spot to spot with a digital camera, snapping pictures of him by the dozen from all angles. The younger one was watching him, licking her lips specutively. Naomi put down her sketch pad and retrieved something from a work table. "I almost forgot these," she said, showing him two small pills. "Put these in your mouth," she said. She handed him a water bottle. "And then swallow them."

"What are they?" Tommy asked.

"Stupid pills," she said. "I give them to stupid people, which you obviously are for questioning me when you know what'll happen if you do. Now swallow them, and drink the rest of the water when you do."

Tommy, mindful of her earlier threat, swallowed the pills in a gulp. He looked at the still ¾ full bottle. "Do I have to drink all of it?" he asked. "I'm kinda full right now."

"What you mean is, you already have to pee and you don't want to drink water and make it worse," Naomi replied, getting twin giggles from her sisters. "Let me point out that in this room, what penis people want doesn't count. And as we've already established that you're a penis person, however marginally, that means your wants don't enter into it, and I don't expect to hear anything more from you about them, unless you want really, really bad and painful things to happen to your body, including the aforementioned penis. Now drink the water, all of it. Don't worry, you'll get your chance to go pee-pee soon, little boy." The two younger girls giggled at their sister's reference to Tommy as a "penis person, however nominally," and giggled again when she noted he'd have a chance to go pee-pee soon.

The older one resumed her picture taking as Tommy forced himself to down the rest of the water. He did have to pee, no question about it – he was going to have to pee real bad pretty soon. He tried to think of a way of saying that without talking about his wants. Perhaps if he waited and held it, Naomi would offer him a bathroom break
spontaneously – alone, hopefully. He stood uncomfortably waiting for the sketching and picture taking of his clothed body to stop.

Finally, Naomi stopped her furious sketching and regarded her pad. "Not bad," she said. "I think I've captured the little boy all you guys have inside of you." She turned the pad around, so that Tommy could see her work. The charcoal sketch she'd made was surprisingly good – realistic down to his eyelashes and fingernails, it showed him standing with hands on his butt, thrusting his hips out toward the viewer. The lump in the front of his shorts looked smaller, somehow, than it normally appeared to Tommy, and his face –

Well, it looked like him, and yet it didn't. The eyes were all Tommy – it was like looking in the mirror. The cheekbones were not – they were more rounded than his, wider and more boyish. His face was rounder, too. His eyes were downcast, as if he was examining his thrust out package from above. His face was in an odd expression that was hard to read at first. There was hope in it, and a bit of pride – it might even have been a smirk. That's what he saw to start with. As he studied the face on the pad, though, he realized that first impression was mistaken. The smirk was clearly a façade – underneath it, there was something darker, something fearful and cowering, like -- like an animal. Like a small dog that cowers under your command and then barks at you from under the safety of a chair. An cowering dog – a dog that slinks around and snatches crumbs others leave behind.

Tommy looked away from the drawing. He really did have to pee, and it was becoming urgent. "Uh, can I go to the bathroom?" he asked tentatively, being as polite as possible, wary of her remark about not wanting to know about his wants.

"Sure," the older girl, Zandra, said, smirking at him knowingly as she lowered the camera she was holding. "Any time you want."

Tommy looked around. "Uh, where is it?" he ventured. He looked around, but didn't seen any promising doors. Perhaps it was down the hallway.

"Oh, you meant 'go the bathroom,' itself, as in a particular place! I thought you meant, 'go to the bathroom,' as in, 'can I pee?'" Zandra continued.

Tommy's urge was more pronounced now that he was thinking about it. He could feel the burning at his urinary sphincter that always came when he had to go bad and his body wanted and expected it to happen right now. He knew from experience that it was hard to hold it when he got to that point. Unconsciously, he began shifting his weight from foot to foot, a muted caricature of the "little boy has to pee" dance.

"It's the same thing," he snapped impatiently. "I gotta pee, okay? Now can you tell me where the bathroom is?"

"No," Zandra said.

Tommy, even more desperate to pee now, looked at her dumbfounded. "You don't know where the bathroom is?" he asked.

"Oh, I know," she said. "I just can't tell you. Naomi told me not to. Besides, it's locked so you can't get in it anyway, even if you go looking for it."

"But I gotta pee bad!" Tommy said, now visibly hopping from foot to foot, fighting the urge to grab his dick through his shorts.

"What my sister is trying to say," Naomi said, "is that you can pee, but you can't use the bathroom. Because the first shameful thing I need you to do is pee your pants. Nothing puts a boy in his place more firmly than the humiliation of peeing his pants. The only thing worse is pooping them. It illustrates your lack of control, it emphasizes your internal immaturity, and it encompasses all that is boy! Because, you see, peeing your pants reverts you back to your days as a little boy, trying to please Mommy, but ultimately failing because you're too inadequate, too immature. It's something that all boys are whether they're 3 or 83. You just need reminding. Also, there's a kind of primitive, primal pleasure to it for you guys – almost sexual in nature. It's marking your territory, something you guys like to do all the time when you're out where no female is watching you. You pee off bridges, pee on walls, pee on bushes and trees, you're just like a pack of dogs." Tommy stiffened reminded of his dog performance of that morning.

"Of course, this is a little different, because you're peeing yourself. That makes it much more delicious. You're satisfying this primal urge, but in a way that shames you. It feels good – not just letting it out, but the moist heat of it against your skin, flowing down your leg, soaking your sock." Naomi looked at Tommy's feet in sudden
consternation. "Oh, shit, I should have had you keep on your socks. Quick, Melissa – get his socks back on him!" She glared at Tommy. "You, boy! Lift your feet and help her put them on you. Don't you dare pee yourself until you've got them both on!"

Tommy crossed his arms in front of him. "Not going to pee myself," he muttered.

"What did you say?" Naomi said, stepping closer.

"Not going to pee myself," Tommy said. "Now let me go to the bathroom!"

Naomi set her pad down on the stool, moving until her face was 6 inches from Tommy's. Tommy stepped back a bit. By his feet, Melissa protested. "Hey, hold still – I'm trying to get this stupid sock on him!" Naomi ignored her and glared at Tommy.

"You will do as I say. You will do everything I say. Or I will strip you naked this minute right in front of the girls and make your submit to the worst bare-butt paddling you can possibly imagine! Then I'll paddle your little sack for awhile for good measure. Then I'll make you do what I say, anyway! Is that clear?" She grabbed Tommy's hair for emphasis and yanked his head back so he was looking up at her.

"Owwwww! Yeah, yeah, it's clear!" Tommy said. He felt a spurt of wetness as he lost control momentarily and jetted a small squirt of pee into his pants. It quickly soaked into his underwear in front of his penis tip.

"Are you going to pee your pants like a good boy once Melissa's got your socks on?" Naomi added. She gave his hair a harder yank.

"Owwwww! Yes! Yes! I'll do it!" Tommy wailed. Despite his efforts, he lost control again for a moment and jetted a second little squirt into his undies. A spot immediately appeared on the surface of his pants at the lower part of his crotch bulge.

"Hey, he's got a wet spot already!" Zandra said, pointing at Tommy's crotch. "Better hurry up, Lissa!"

"Hold still, brat! Let her finish!" Naomi said, still holding Tommy's hair. Tommy stood frozen, his face coloring with shame, as Melissa finished pulling up his right sock and then slipped the left sock onto his foot and pulled it up, scrambling to her feet. He'd peed himself already, and he was barely holding on from letting it all go! He'd made fun of Chad when Chad had been undergoing pee training, and was having such trouble holding it standing in the corner, but now he'd peed himself in fright, and it wasn't funny anymore. And he was moments away from peeing himself but good! Naomi released his hair and stepped back, as he immediately looked down at his crotch, seeing the tell-tail wet circle right where it was obvious the tip of his dick was.

"Okay, boy – go ahead and pee yourself," Naomi said.

"You know you want to," Zandra added, smirking.

"It would feel really good," Melissa added. "Just let it go."

Tommy desperately kept his sphincter clamped shut, wishing he could reach for his penis and squeeze it shut, like Chad had been forced to do in the corner when Tommy himself wouldn't let Chad pee. He recommenced the pee-pee dance.

"Don't have all day," Naomi said, looking up from sketching his anxious demeanor. "You know you're going to do it, anyway -- might as well let it go – you'll feel much better."

"Yeah," Zandra opined. "Just think of relaxing, letting the nice, hot pee flow out of you. You can feel it against your boy parts, soaking your pants, running down your leg and making your sock nice and warm…"

Tommy let out a little moan – he could picture it way too vividly. And along with that, he could picture the relief of letting his sphincter relax, letting all that liquid urgency out of him. Beside him, Zandra was snapping multiple shots of his facial expressions as he fought his body.

In moments, the struggle was over inside of Tommy. His last effort at holding on failed, and hot liquid surged into the cloth of his underpants and pants, quickly pooling in the genital pouch of his undies in front, soaking his genitals and overflowing the small pouch until it poured in a river out of his crotch seam and down his left legs, immediately soaking his sock with its heat and then saturating it, too, until a puddle appeared and grew beside the instep of his left foot. A trickle also seeped down the right leg, wetting that sock as well but not overflowing onto the floor. Tommy felt powerful relief, but also hot wetness over his entire crotch and soaking partway between his legs and up between his buns as far as his butt hole. Melissa was watching him with fascination, Zandra snapping pictures like mad of his crotch, his leg, his foot and the puddle on the floor. Naomi was sketching, tearing pages, sketching again. Tommy flushed in total embarrassment, his spent penis trying to crawl into his body in shame. He had pee all over him! His pants and underpants were soaked – how was he going to go home again! He stared, humiliated, at the puddle he'd made on the floor – he could even see his glum expression reflecting in it!

Several long minutes went by. Zandra stopped snapping pictures and stood looking him up and down with a sardonic expression. Melissa engaged in periodic giggles, staring first at his face, then at his crotch, then at the floor. Finally, Naomi stopped sketching and looked up. She flipped the pad over for them to see.

Zandra clapped her hands. "Oh, that's him! That's him to a tee!" she exclaimed.

Tommy, still shamed, looked up enough to take in the picture. She'd captured him just in the act of finishing wetting himself. The puddle on the floor and his wet clothing were clear in her shading, the outline of the penis that had betrayed him small in her drawing but clearly visible. His face, as before was and wasn't him – he looked younger, more vulnerable, and his expression – well, it radiated little boy shame. Even without the wet pants and sock and the puddle on the floor, you could see in that face that here was a boy who'd peed his pants, and was deeply ashamed of it. Not only that, but he clearly needed, desired help – "I'm sorry, Mommy, I was a bad boy. I need you to clean me up," was clearly written on the face in the drawing. It intensified Tommy's shame. He'd peed himself, just like a little kid! Right her in front of these girls! And now what was he going to do?"

As if she was a mind reader, Naomi spoke up. "Now the girls are going to clean you up," she said. "We're going to move over to the sink, and then they'll get those wet things off of you and clean up your little dickie."

"NO!" Tommy immediately responded, stepping back.

It all happened so fast Tommy, later, had trouble putting it all together. He didn't even see Naomi move, but suddenly her arm was around his chest pinning his own arms, and her other hand was yanking the back of his pants and underpants down to just below the curve of his butt, where they stuck there, caught under the prominent curve of his buttocks and held, also, by the fact his lower butt was wet. The front of his pants stayed mostly up, with just the barest hint of the root of his penis visible. Three loud cracks cut the air as Naomi applied her strong, calloused hand to first his left bun, then his right, then the pee damp lower center. Tommy yelped in surprise as his butt was suddenly a reawaked mass of pain. He bit his lip to choke off crying, as small tears began seeping out of the corners of his eyes.

"You want more right now, brat?" Naomi said. "Or are you willing to obey and put it off until later?" She raised her hand threateningly and Tommy cringed.

"No more!" he squeaked. "Please, no more!" The two other girls were behind him now, eyeing his butt with interest. "Look, he's all blistered," Melissa exclaimed. "He must have been real bad!"

Naomi yanked Tommy's pants back up. "Now get over there to the sink," she ordered, giving him a push. She turned to her sisters. "What did he do, you ask? You know his penis, that nasty thing boys have down there?" she said to them. The two nodded solemnly. "He held a little boy down, pulled down the boy's pants, and stuck his penis up the boy's butt hole," she said. "Then he pulled it in an out a bunch of times to make himself feel good, and he hurt the little boy and made him bleed from his butt hole while he was doing it."

"At least he didn't try to do it to a girl," Zandra said. "That would be a lot worse."

"Granted," Naomi said. "But he still got his butt beat for it, as well he should. That's why he's blistered, and why we get him today to humiliate." She picked up her pad and the camera and turned and walked over to where Tommy was standing, trembling, by the sink on the wall. Her sisters followed. "Clean him up," she said to them. "You know what to do. You, boy! Obey them while they clean you, or else!" She snapped a picture of the sniffling Tommy standing by the sink in his soaked clothes. Zandra and Melissa approached Tommy from opposite sides.

"Okay, little boy," Zandra crooned. "You made pee-pee in your pants. That was a naughty thing to do, and we're going to have to clean you up now. Let's get those wet things off of you." She approached Tommy from the right, as Melissa approached from the left. Naomi was alternately sketching and snapping pictures. From opposing sides, each girl slipped a finger into Tommy's waistband and pulled his pants away from his waist. Tommy shuddered but held still, highly distressed at this turn of events. As one, both girls lowered his pants, his white briefs first becoming visible, then his bare legs. The cloth of his underpants at his crotch was so soaked that the cloth was almost translucent. Reaching his ankles, both girls hooked his socks as well and pulled them down, too. Zandra prodded the foot on her side up and stripped the clothing off, followed by Melissa, who prodded up his other foot and then shoved the wet things gingerly to one side. Tommy stood uncertainly, clad just in his t-shirt and his peed underwear. The two girls stood up each looking across to the other and exchanging meaningful looks. They reached for his underpants waistband as one. Tommy backed away quickly.

"Now, now," Zandra said. "You've got to let us clean you up, little boy. You don't want that nasty, smelly pee-pee on you all day! You'll get a rash on your little bum-bum!"

"And your little wee-wee," Melissa added. Tommy backed further, coming up short as his butt hit the sink.

"Relax," Zandra said. "We've see little boys without their pants before! We already know what you've got there, and it obviously isn't that big a deal."

Tommy flushed even redder. He could tell without looking that his penis was in full retreat, hiding in his body and looking its most unimpressive. But he couldn't back away any farther, and he remembered, suddenly, her threats to spank him the way her father had spanked her. Steeling himself, he stepped away from the sink and stood still, letting them each slip their fingers under his waistband on either side. Slowly, taking their time as if savoring the outcome, the girls began lowering his underpants. Tommy could feel the now cool wetness dragging down his legs as his left covering left, along with any remaining dignity he might have had (which wasn't much after peeing his pants). As his underpants came down, the root of his shrunken penis came into view above his shaved crotch. As the process continued, more and more of that organ came into view, until finally the mushroom tip was exposed, and then under it, his wrinkled ball sack. The girls stopped at that point, standing on either side of him staring at his genitals with obvious delight. "Good, he's not that big," Zandra commented. "I was afraid when you said he was 12 that he'd be big."

Melissa giggled. "You could see he wasn't big just by looking at him," she said. "His weenie bulge wasn't big at all."

"Yeah, but he's smaller than I thought, even so," Zandra added. "And he doesn't have any hair, either! You'd think he would by now. But it's probably just as well – it would get in the way later!"

Later? Tommy thought. He looked down at his crotch. His dick and balls were almost in full retreat, almost as small as when he'd been treated with ice earlier.

Zandra was eyeing his penis critically. With her free hand, she reached over and lifted it under the tip. Tommy fought the urge to flinch. "It's kind of cute," she said. "But it isn't very big." In response, Tommy's penis shrunk almost instantly to be even smaller, so now only about an inch was protruding straight out from his crotch.

"It's usually bigger," he muttered.

"Yeah, right," Zandra said. "Every boy's weenie gets smaller when girls handle it."

"I thought it got bigger," Melissa said seriously.

"It does, silly," Zandra said importantly. "I was being sarcastic." She took her hand and chucked Tommy's penis under the head several times, trying to get a reaction from it. To Tommy's consternation his penis became even smaller. "What's the matter, doesn't it want to come out and play?" she asked.

"Oooo, why are you touching it?" Melissa commented. "You're getting pee on you! That's where it just came out of, you know!"

Zandra dropped her and from his penis, wiping it on his shirt. "We'd better get these the rest of the way off of him so we can wash him," she concluded. Together, they pulled Tommy's underpants all the way to the floor and made him step out of them. Tommy stood there in front of the sink, shivering a little bit at the cool air on his wet privates, legs, and feet. His arms hung limply at his sides, as he resisted the urge to cover his privates in front of these girls. He wished he didn't look so small all of a sudden. The shriveling of his genitals, coupled with his total lack of pubic hair, made him look like a little boy Gabriel's age. The girls stood up. "First we have to wash you," Zandra said. Melissa turned obediently to the sink and turned on the water, soaking down a washcloth and beginning to rub soap into it. When she finally had a good lather, she shut off the water and turned to Tommy holding the soapy washcloth.

"Now hold still. So I can wash your little wee-wee," she said to Tommy in a high-pitched voice. The cloth approached Tommy's midsection. Tommy steeled himself, then flinched suddenly as the cloth enfolded his privates. It was cold! Almost as cold as ice! His genitals protested mightily as the cold cloth circled them, moving his penis from side to side and up and down as it went. Melissa then began scrubbing his ball sack, pushing his marbles first one side and then the other as she did.

"Watch it!" Tommy protested, grabbing the washcloth and her hand with his own. "You have to be careful with those!" Melissa stopped and the two girls looked at him skeptically. "Boy stuff is delicate," he said, almost apologetically.

"He's talking about his little balls," Zandra said authoritatively. "Boys are really touchy about them. That little guy we had in here two weeks ago, screamed bloody murder when I gave his just a friendly little squeeze." Melissa nodded and went on washing Tommy's front, progressing down his thighs down to his feet. Once there, she picked up his right foot and began washing the sole. Tommy yanked his foot away.

"Hey!" she said. "I wasn't done with that!"

"It tickled!" Tommy said in protest.

From where she'd been furiously snapping pictures and sketching, Naomi looked up. "Hold still and let her wash you," she said. "Or I'll show them how boys act when their little marbles are squeezed really hard rather than just a little bit." Tommy stepped back and gritted his teeth, letting her finish washing his foot.

"Okay, I finished his front," Melissa said. "Now you have to do the butt!"

"You do the butt!" Her sister said.

"I had to do the butt on the last boy," Melissa complained. "So it's your turn." Showing reluctance, her sister took the washcloth from her.

"Turn around and bend over," she ordered Tommy. Flushing at this new humiliation, Tommy turned around and bent slightly at the waist, thrusting his butt out toward her marginally. Naomi reached over and pressed on his back, forcing his face down until he was bent at a ninety degree angle and his butt was completely spread. The cloth felt like ice on his crack, as Zandra immediately zeroed in on his butt hole and began scrubbing. She then moved out from there, methodically scrubbing his flanks. She ended by returning to his crack and pushing the cloth against his butt hole hard enough that she penetrated, her finger tip going roughly into his butt.

"Hey!" Tommy protested.

"Shut up!" Naomi said. "Do that again, Zandra. I need to take a picture of his face when you do. And go deeper this time -- he's probably used to the penetration of the last time. The older girl moved around so she was at Tommy's front looking up into his face from the floor. Tommy grimaced as the washcloth shrouded finger rammed into his butt from behind, this time twice as deeply. He grunted in pain. Both girls began laughing, the convulsion of it making Zandra's finger wiggle wildly in his butt before it was finally removed.

"God, you'd have thought you showed your whole hand up there the way he carried on!" Melissa said.

"It hurt!" Tommy complained.

"Enough!" Naomi said. "You peed yourself, don't complain about having to get cleaned up, little boy!"

Tommy started to retort that it was their fault he peed himself for not letting him go to the bathroom, but he realized it would be fruitless to argue. He stood with his bottom half naked, shivering slightly as the evaporating water cooled his underpants area.

"Well, what are you just standing there for?" Naomi snapped. "They aren't going to clean themselves!"

"What?" Tommy said, confused.

"Your clothes," Naomi said, pointing to the pee-soaked pile of cloth near his feet. "You do want something to wear home, don't you? I think it might be a bit cool to be walking around in just a t-shirt."

Tommy looked at the pile of sopping wet clothing. "What, am I supposed to put them in a washer or something?" he asked.

"Okay, I'm pretty sure now that you are just stupid," Naomi said, getting smirks from her sisters. "You peed them, you wash them in the sink and hang them to dry. If you're lucky, they won't be too damp when it's time for you to go out again."

Tommy looked at the pile with revulsion. "Wash them in the sink?" he echoed. "With my bare hands?"

"Bingo!" Naomi replied. "Now stop stalling. Pick them up and put them in the sink, run some water in it, and start wringing them out."

"But I'll get pee on me," Tommy protested.

""Probably," Naomi said. "But it's only fair, seeing how it's your little wee-wee it came out of." She frowned as Tommy still showed no signs of picking up his clothes. "Stop stalling, I said! If those clothes aren't in the sink with you wringing them out in 15 seconds, you'll be bent over my bench crying your bratty eyes out!"

Tommy bent down and picked up his pants between a thumb and forefinger, holding them gingerly as far from him as he could. He dropped them in the sink and bent down to get his socks and underpants. A barely suppressed giggle startled him into straightening up quickly. Melissa had moved around until she was behind him, and was suppressing her reaction at the sight he'd made as he bent over and his genitals and anus were visible from behind. Tommy quickly threw the sodden mass in the sink and bellied up to it, hiding his exposed genitals temporarily against the counter. They could still see his butt, but there was nothing he could do about that. He turned on the water and began stirring the mass of cloth around with his index finger.

"Pick it up in your hands," Naomi said. "Wring each piece out, then dip it in the water and wring it out again."

Tommy, grimacing, picked up his underpants with one hand. He tried to squeeze it half-heartedly. "Both hands, dummy!" Zandra said from her position at the side of the sink, where she'd been watching him. "And squeeze hard!"

Tommy grimaced again but complied. He hated pee. He hated smelling it, but more than that he hated getting it on him. Oh, he knew it was sterile – his brother had even confirmed that himself. But that didn't make it any less yucky. He flashed back briefly to the nightmare of yesterday, when he'd discovered his pee-soaked undies had been thrust in his mouth as a gag. At least these girls hadn't done that.

The clothing was finally rinsed to Naomi's satisfaction and hung on a convenient line that stretched across the studio to dry, next to a number of paintings in various stages of production. Naomi herself hung them, as the line was too high for the others to reach. While her back was turned, Melissa reached out suddenly and grasped Tommy's barely protruding penis, giving it a healthy yank.

"Hey!" Tommy complained, backpedaling.

Naomi turned and looked at his sharply. "Can't you be quiet for any length of time at all, boy?" she asked.

"But she pulled my.." Tommy began. Naomi interrupted him.

"I don't want to hear it. Melissa is a girl. You are merely a boy. A lowly penis person. Her body may be sacred, but yours is profane. Your stuff hangs out for a reason – so that we can control you with it. Ours is hidden so you can't control us. And because of that, Melissa is entitled to do anything she wants to any part of you she wants as long as she doesn't do you any serious damage. Is that clear?" Naomi asked.

Tommy dropped his eyes. Triumphant, Melissa reached over again, this time in plain sight of her sister, and gave his penis another healthy yank, this time holding onto it when she finished with a tight squeeze. Tommy stifled his protests this time, taking the manhandling or rather girl handling of his privates stoically despite the discomfort it created. Naomi spoke up. "As long as you've got hold of that thing, lead him over to the table with it. It's time to take the impressions!"

Impressions? Tommy wondered. What were they up to now?

He soon found out. He was led, still butt naked, by the quite firm grip of Melissa's small hand over to a work table, which Naomi helped him climb on to. Once he was there, she made him lie on his back with his legs stretched out and slightly apart, and pulled his shirt up till it was under his arm pits. His little, shrunken penis flopped upward, so it was aiming at his face. The girls giggled at the effect. Naomi frowned. "Let's get to work, girls!" she said. "You both know the drill. Just like we did with the little guy."

"I'll get the grease," Melissa said. She walked over to a workbench, and picked up the largest jar of Vaseline Tommy had ever seen in his life. Sitting it down beside him on the bench, she dipped her hand in, extracting a large glob, which she immediately wiped on his thigh near his genitals. Her sister took another glob and wiped it near his navel. The two begin immediately spreading it around the surrounding area, the one covering his entire stomach with it, the other coating his thigh. Tommy fought to keep from laughing. He wasn't the most ticklish person in the world, but those little hands definitely tickled. He guessed, correctly that it would not be wise for him to curl up in hysterics. Finally, he was covered with Vaseline from his midsection to his knees, except for his genital area. Both girls then took smaller dollops of Vaseline and attacked that area simultaneously, Melissa working on his balls, Zandra taking his penis. The latter quickly covered his barely protruding organ, but continued stroking, pulling and caressing it.

Naomi looked over. "That's the way, Zandra," she said. "We need to make him hard, as hard as he can get." Her sister continued to circle his penis, tickling and stroking it, trying to entice it to stand up. Melissa finished her careful work on his balls, and stood back, watching. Several minutes went by, but Tommy still felt no sensation from his groin, no answering excitement. Zandra looked at her sister, obviously disappointed.

"It's not working," she said. "He's not getting hard. Are you sure he can?"

"Of course it can," her sister said. "All boys get erections, even baby ones. They spend half their time hard. He even got hard earlier looking at you guys' pictures in the office."

"Well, he's not getting hard now," Zandra snapped. She stopped her earnest stroking of Tommy's penis and stood back, frustrated.

"You, boy!" Naomi snapped. "Play with yourself until you get hard!"

"What?" Tommy said, although he heard her perfectly well.

"You heard me," she said. "Play with your little toy it until it gets hard! I need it that way for the casting! You don't want to know what I'll do to you if you don't!"

Frightened to the core by that last threat, Tommy reluctantly reached down and took his penis in his right hand, slightly disturbed by the greasiness of it. He slowly began stroking himself, all too aware of the two young girls standing there watching him with amused expressions.

"Faster, faster!" Naomi ordered. "I know how boys play with themselves! And it isn't with little wussy movements like that! Now do it like you mean it!" Frightened, Tommy went to his normal fisting grip, wrapping all his fingers and thumb around his small, flaccid shaft. He began stroking himself more rapidly, willing himself to a hard on. Another minute went by and nothing happened. Naomi, who'd been making sketches of him furiously playing with himself, finished the one she was working on and looked at him over the pad. "Is there a problem?" She asked, arching one eyebrow.

Tommy, who had been focusing on his recalcitrant organ, looked up, blushing. "I'm trying," he pleaded. "But it's not working!"

"Well, try harder!" Naomi growled. "I need you hard, I need you hard now!" Tommy took his other hand, and began stroking the side of his balls, circling under his sack and coming back the other side, then circling back. He saw Naomi's critical expression.

"This sometimes helps," he said by way of explanation, blushing. He continued stroking his penis furiously, and circling his sack while all three girls looked on, Zandra occasionally snapping pictures. Tommy suddenly noticed her with a camera in front of her face, pointing at his groin. His hands froze. "Does she have to do that?" he asked. "It's embarrassing!"

"Being a boy is embarrassing," Naomi replied. "Having a little worm in the front of your pants that does your thinking for you and stands up when you don't want it to and won't stand up when you do want it to, ought to be sufficiently embarrassing by itself. I think that would be the ultimate in humiliation. I wouldn't think anything beyond that could make it any worse." The other two girls smiled an agreement. Tommy looked at them, his hands still frozen. "Did I say you could stop?" Naomi said. Guiltily, Tommy went back to stroking himself, now gently massaging his balls. Two more minutes passed with no visible change in the turgidity of his equipment. His penis stayed completely soft, with barely an inch projecting from his groin.

"Great, just great!" Naomi muttered. "Every other boy walks around with a permanent hard on, and I get the one who can't get it up!"

"Maybe we should smack his sack or something," Melissa suggested. "I can go get the ruler."

"That won't help," Zandra replied. "That makes boys softer, not harder!"

"It's tempting, though," Naomi said. "This brat has already been more trouble than 10 boys! What do you think, boy? Think a good old smack with the ruler on each of the family jewels might wake you up!"

Terror showed in Tommy's face. "No!" He wailed. "Please no! I can't stand it! It hurts too bad!" He cupped his balls with both hands, trying to shield them.

"So you're saying you want me to do something else to make you hard instead?" Naomi asked. "Are you saying you'd prefer anything to a good smack on the jewels?"

"Yes!" Tommy said. "Anything else, just not that!"

"All right then." Naomi said. "Get up on all fours."

Slowly, starting to wonder if he'd made a bad choice, Tommy sat up and turned himself, so that he was on his hands and knees on the workbench. "Good, good," Naomi said. "Now lower your head to the bench." She ordered. Looking at her suspiciously, Tommy lowered his head as instructed. "Now spread your knees, farther apart," he said. The other two girls shifted around to Tommy's hind end as he reluctantly separated his knees as ordered. He looked back through his legs at them. From the girls' point of view, his serious upside down face was perfectly framed by his legs on either side and the bulge of his scrotum above his chin. Zandra snapped a couple more pictures from this angle. Great, just great! thought Tommy to himself. I'm sure she can see my butt hole and everything from that angle!

The two girls were indeed enjoying this new angle on Tommy, a fact that was confirmed in moments as Melissa chanted in a singsong voice, "I see your poopy hole, I see your poopy hole!"

"Calm down," her older sister snapped. "It doesn't look any different than the poopy hole on that younger boy."

"Yes it does," her sister insisted. "It's a lot bigger, and more wrinkled! And it bulges out a little bit, like it's swollen! It's all red, too!"

"That's because he got punished this morning," Naomi responded. "According to Beth he had a most unfortunate encounter with a rather wide carrot," she added. "It somehow got in there, and he had to get it out the normal way."

Zandra a dissolved into hysterics. "You mean, he had to poop it out?" She exploded. Hearing her words, Melissa dissolved into hysterics also.

"I'm afraid so," Naomi said. She had been looking around on other workbenches as she replied. Now she seized something and hurried back to the bench with. Reaching for the tub of Vaseline, she dipped the thing she was holding into it and then withdrew it. She held it up in front of Tommy's face from between his legs for his inspection. Tommy's eyes goggled. Coated in a thick covering of Vaseline was a very realistic-looking boy's penis, including a realistic scrotum was visible testes swelling its surface. The penis was circumcised, with a prominent, mushroom shaped head, and even a visible pee slit. It curved upward slightly and was obviously sporting a full-fledged hard on. It looked to be roughly the size of his brother Chad's penis, maybe 2 inches from base to tip and may be three quarters of an inch wide. The scrotum ended at the back with a flat surface, so the whole thing could sit up on a table pointed at the sky like a paperweight.

"It's a cast I made off the previous boy," Naomi said. "I'll be making one off of you, too, if you can ever get it up. Now here's an irony for you—that boy's erection is going to help your own out! I have yet to see a boy who didn't get hard when he had another boy's dick shoved up his butt."

Tommy's head flew up from the workbench and he plopped backwards onto his butt, his hands flying to either side of it to press it even more tightly shut. "No!" He squealed. "No, no, no! There's no way that's going up my butt!"

"Melissa, get the ruler," Naomi commanded. The smaller girl, raced across the room, coming back with a sturdy looking piece of wood a foot long, the sides wrapped in brass. She handed it to her sister. Naomi took it and walked towards Tommy threateningly, still holding the plaster cast in her other hand. "You will get back into position and stay there while I shove this into you," she said, holding up the plaster cast. "Or I will take this stick to your jewels alternately until you decide you are going to get into position and stay there." She waved the ruler towards Tommy's now partially exposed groin.

Tommy quailed, his eyes shifting fearfully between the ruler and the plaster cast. "No," he said softly. "No, you can't," he said even more softly. His right hand went to shield his scrotum.

"I can," Naomi said. "And I will. Now get into position."

Whimpering, Tommy very slowly, lowered his head back to the bench, cradling it into his trembling hands. Even more slowly, he separated his knees again, until his buttocks spread apart, and his butt hole was again clearly visible. "No," he whispered again. "No, please! Please?" He looked at her pleadingly from between his legs. Setting down the ruler, Naomi approached Tommy's nether bull's-eye with the cast of the other boy's firm erection, a casting that was mocking Tommy's current flaccid state. She touched the tip to the tight slit in the middle of his crack. Tommy whimpered more loudly. "No," he whispered again, his whole body trembling. The other two girls watched this scenario wide-eyed. A shudder went through Tommy, as she began to apply pressure to his already sore orifice.

"Just relax," Naomi said cheerfully. "I'll have this up your naughty little tushy in no time, and then Mr. Weenie will probably come out of hiding and say hello." She pushed more firmly, gradually increasing her pressure. Without warning, Tommy sphincter parted under the assault, and the realistically curved phallus slid it's curve smoothly into Tommy until the cast balls were touching his. Tommy let out a shriek and straightened up on his knees, both hands going back and pawing at his bottom, trying to get at the intruder. Naomi batted his hands away, continuing to press the casting of the other boy's penis firmly into place. Tommy dropped his hands in frustration and arched his back, moaning.

 "Look, it's getting bigger already!" Melissa cried. Tommy tried to stifle his whimpers and looked down at himself. It was true. Although the inside of his butt now burned like fire, and the urge to expel the intruder was overwhelming, his penis was rapidly erecting itself, stretching out to its full 3 inches in moments.

"See, that's what all boys are like!" Naomi said. "They all like to have stuff stuffed up their butts! Especially each other's wieners!"

"Gross!" Both girls exclaimed. Tommy opened his mouth, about to dispute, Naomi's claim, but realized it would sound ridiculous, with his penis throbbing in front of him, the head swollen in excitement, giving a lie to any protest. The three girls stood and stared at his turgid organ for a moment. Melissa reached out and touched the head with a fingertip, then grew bolder and squeezed it tightly. "It's hard inside," she said, marveling. "But the outside is still soft! It's even harder than the other boy's."

"He didn't have a dick up his butt," Naomi said reasonably. "He didn't have any trouble getting it up on his own. Now back to work, girls" Naomi said. "Get on your back, boy, so we can take the casting."

"But..." Tommy began. His voice broke and he tried again. "But..."

"I think he's trying to ask if you'll take it out first," Zandra said.

"Huh uh, no way. We just got him hard, I don't wanna lose it," Naomi said firmly. She reached up with her hands and began guiding Tommy on his back. Tommy moaned, the hard phallus inside of him feeling like an unnatural intruder as he was stretched out on his back once again. The back end of the casting pressed against the table, prodding it firmly against his butt. His dick was swaying in the air over his groin, insistently hard, begging to be touched, stroked to orgasm. Tommy kept his hands at his sides, though, because he was afraid of what Naomi would do if he touched himself, and because he was even more afraid of how it would feel if he had an orgasm with the plaster phallus in his butt.

 Over the next few minutes, the girls deftly dipped sheets of cloth into a white solution and draped them in various places on the front of his body, molding them to follow his anatomy. Naomi herself worked on his genitals, using very small pieces of cloth and arranging them very carefully in directions that would hug his anatomy. The wet pieces of cloth felt cold on him to start with, then gradually began generating their own internal warmth that felt like he had a hot pack on him. His penis continued throbbing, even while covered with the stuff, begging to be stroked. The three girls then left, moving out of Tommy's sight, leaving him lying on the workbench with strict admonitions not to move a single inch on pain of having his "jewels smacked." Of course, immediately Tommy began itching in places underneath the cloth covering, especially where his balls joined his legs. To compound the problem, his butt hole and rectum continued to complain about the rigid intruder stuck in them, although the initial burning was gone and he mainly felt overly full.

It was some time before they returned. Working their fingers under the edges of the now hard shell over Tommy, they began separating it from his body, slipping their fingers under the edges as they went, pushing his skin down out of the mold. Tommy fought to keep from giggling as the younger girls' small hands tickled his tummy and legs. They finally worked their way to his genital region, and that's where they discovered a problem.

"It won't come out," Melissa said, after having prodded the base of his hard, projecting penis repeatedly and increasingly painfully. "I've got his balls loose, but his wee-wee won't come out!"

"Must still be hard," Naomi said. Reaching across the table, she hauled Tommy to his feet, so he was standing up on his knees. He had to hold onto the mold to keep it from falling forward and pulling painfully on his stuck penis. Without warning, Naomi grasped the projecting base of the plaster penis in Tommy's butt and pulled it roughly from his butt hole in one motion.

 "Yeowwwwww!" Tommy shrieked. "Ow! Ow! OWWWW!" He reached back with his left hand to paw at his butt while still clumsily holding the mold that was attached to his penis with his right hand. His penis began to immediately deflate inside the mold. He was oblivious to that, though – the rapid removal of the plaster cast had set his rectum on fire again inside. He probed gingerly between his buns, discovering that his butt hole was still gaping open, open enough he could stick a finger into it easily. "It's open!" he wailed. "It won't shut!"

"Oooooo, let me see!" Zandra said. She reached up with both hand and spread Tommy's butt, looking at his temporarily paralyzed orifice.

"Yuck!" Melissa said, staring intently along with her sister. "It's like a vagina! It's even pink!"

"You remember what I taught you," Naomi said. She was working on dislodging the plaster cast carefully from Tommy's now shrinking penis. "Boys sometimes use other boys' rectums like a vagina! They'll stick their dicks in anything if it gets them off! Now you see why they do that."

"Gross," Melissa said. "Boys are disgusting."

"Hey, it's moving!" Zandra said, still holding Tommy's butt apart. His sphincter was twitching, squeezing gradually tighter in little jumps, closing the open tunnel into the boy. In moments it was a thin line in his crack again.

"Show's over," Zandra said, letting go of Tommy's butt. Naomi, to Tommy's relief, and freed his now drooping penis, and the burn in his rectum was fading.

"Now what?" Melissa asked.

Now we do his backside," Her older sister Naomi said. "Then we can move on to much more humiliating activities for this youngster."