Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 38
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 38: Mr. Chastiser

Naomi held up the odd apparatus. It looked at first glance like two wooden blocks hinged by their sides on one end. The hinges projected on the sides of both blocks a good half inch beyond them. She demonstrated how the blocks could swing apart, opening the gap on the hinge side to a full inch, or swing together so that they touched each other with no gap between them at all. A fat string, like a thin rope, was attached to the non-hinged end of one of the blocks and threaded through an eye on the same end of the corresponding block, so that when the string was pulled the blocks were forced shut. She sat on the end of the bed by Tommy so her eyes were the height of his navel. "Lift his dick out of the way, Zandra," she ordered. "You, hold still!" she added as Tommy flinched from her sister's touch.

Tommy, growing rapidly more nervous, held still. It wasn't like he could do much of anything else with his hands tied, anyway. He eyed the apparatus that they'd called Mr. Chastiser like a boy might eye a snake coiled and shaking its rattle. It was obvious they were heading for his scrotum with the thing, and nothing that was destined for his scrotum could possibly be anything but bad news. Zandra lifted his penis delicately, like it was a dead thing, touching it with just her thumb and forefinger on the head, pinching just a bit too hard to be comfortable. Naomi opened the hinge to make the gap wide, and slipped it over Tommy's plump, dangling scrotum, then let close the two pieces of wood until they were in position against the back and front of his testes, trapping them in between. She pulled the string until the wooden pieces were tight against him, then held it in that position. The two pieces of wood immediately put pressure on either side of the bulging marbles in his sack. The cold metal pieces of the hinges extended up either side of his groin, framing his penis, pressing against his body, accentuating his awareness of the presence of the whole apparatus.

"Spread your legs apart, boy," Naomi commanded. Tommy, not liking this one bit, separated his legs widely enough to allow Naomi to pass her hand between his knees and then take the string in her other hand, from behind him. She got up, then, and pulled the string up into his butt crack, where it quickly sank between his buns. He could feel the thick string running along the sensitive skin between his legs next to the joining ridge that was there, and rubbing against his butt hole before angling outward and into Naomi's controlling hand. Tommy tried to step back to put some slack in the string, but Naomi merely moved her hand up to the small of his back, keeping the string tight. She reached around him, circling his still erect penis with her remaining hand and then squeezing it tightly, pressing her hip into him to steady him as well.

"Settle down, boy," she said. "Or you'll hurt yourself unnecessarily." She gripped his penis more tightly, effectively immobilizing him. The pieces of wood on either side of his balls pressed insistently, making him fully aware of their potential. The cold hinges lay against his groin on either side. No way was he moving a muscle in that position.

"Let me tell you a little bit about Mr. Chastiser, here," Naomi said. "Mr. Chastiser is excellent at reminding you young boys just how vulnerable, you are, how pathetic and helpless, because of those dangling little bags of yours. I have found that Mr. Chastiser does an excellent job of teaching you boys your place and altering snotty attitudes."

"Elvin certainly thinks so," Melissa said, smirking. "He used to try to get away when I told him he needed a spanking. But just one training session with Mr. Chastiser made him the obedient little boy you saw earlier!"

"I'll explain how this works, even though I'm pretty sure you already know," Naomi said. "It basically boils down to the fact that we have you by the balls, literally. You will adjust your attitude, and you will learn obedience, or your baby balls will be crushed until you do." She tightened her grip on the string momentarily, bringing an immediate dull ache from Tommy's crotch. Tommy trembled, his face whitening, but she loosened the grip again, almost immediately, and the aching his balls subsided. "That was a gentle reminder," Naomi said. "Just a little pressure. So you remember who's boss. I won't hesitate to give the string a good yank instead if I don't think you're trying hard not to change your ways. You we understand each other? Don't say anything, just nod."

Tommy nodded vigorously. "Good," Naomi said, her voice ringing with satisfaction. "Would you like me to take Mr. Chastiser back off of you?"

Tommy nodded again more vigorously. "Too bad," she retorted. "He's not coming off your little package until I'm thoroughly convinced that you've learned your lesson and permanently changed your attitude. That means, essentially, that Mr. Chastiser is staying on you until I've broken you, made you honest and obedient. I think we'll start by getting you to admit just what a pathetic, worthless creature you are." Melissa and Zandra had shifted around in front of Tommy, obviously expecting something to happen. Naomi continued to grip his penis to hold him steady, and the pressure on his balls never slackened. "We'll begin with some simple truths that you have to accept," Naomi said. "You think your boy parts are such hot stuff! Let's start with you admitting what they're really like. Say, 'I have a dinky dick and baby balls.'" Tommy hesitated, looking at the two smirking girls watching him. Pain suddenly exploded from his crotch, as a Naomi gave the string up his butt a quick yank. Tommy doubled over as much he could with Naomi holding his dick, blinking back tears as the pain in his scrotum peaked and then gradually dropped back to a dull ache.

"Straighten up and we'll try it again," Naomi said calmly. "Say, 'I have a dinky dick and baby balls.'"

The two girls looking at Tommy were smirking broadly, already knowing he was a broken. And Tommy was. He would have said anything at that moment. "I have a dinky dick and baby balls!" he blurted.

"Very good," Naomi said. She lightened her grip on his penis and gently played her fingers over the tip, creating feelings of intense pleasure in Tommy. Why was he so horny? Naomi let the feelings build in him, then suddenly stopped and squeezed his penis tightly again, making it throb with disappointment. "Now say, 'I like to have sex with boys."

The smirk on the girls watching him broadened. Tommy gulped. "Pleeeeeeease?" He begged. The rope jerked tight between his buns, and pain exploded in the plump sack between his legs once again. Tommy doubled over, squeezing his thighs together and fighting to keep from retching. It hurt -- it hurt so bad! It took him more than a minute to regain his senses, and fight back his heaving stomach. Making things worse, he felt a powerful urge to pee that he could barely fight back.

"Straighten up!" Naomi said. She looked at her sisters. "The beauty of this, is that I could do it all day, and still not do any permanent damage to those baby marbles he's so proud of! And it never stops hurting, no matter how many times I do it." She glanced at the camera sitting on the bed. "Be sure to get some shots of this," she said. "His expressions are priceless when he has to admit the truth. And if you can get a good shot of his face just before he doubles over next time, I'm sure that will be priceless too!"

"Now I believe you had something to tell us," Naomi said.

Tommy's face showed his distress clearly. He could feel the wooden pieces pressing on his tender, still aching balls, threatening instant pain. "I like to have sex with boys!" he blurted.

"Nice," Naomi said. "But we already knew that. Now say, 'I love to fuck boys in the butt with my baby dick.'"

The string jerked between his buns, and just like that he was doubled over, this time retching for real. Melissa took tissues and held them to his mouth, collecting the clear fluid he coughed up. It took Tommy more than a minute to settle down and stop retching, his balls complaining mightily. He stayed doubled over, waiting for the massive ache in them to subside. Naomi was ready to move on, though. She prodded his stomach, ordering him to straighten up again. Tommy straighten to a half crouch, looking miserable. His hard on was starting to wane. Naomi gripped his softening penis more tightly.

"Say it right, this time," she said evenly threateningly. Tommy's face showed real terror. He gulped convulsively. The string between his buns felt like a giant rope, the pieces of wood pressing his balls like hammers poised to fall on him. "I -- I don't remember!" He wailed. "Please!"

The string tightened a bit and Tommy flinched, but then loosened, merely adding to his balls' dull ache this time. "Better think fast," Zandra said sweetly. "Mr. Chastiser is just getting warmed up!" She and Melissa were both smirking, a look Tommy was rapidly learning to associate with horrible pain.

Tommy shivered, fighting the urge to pee again. He had no clue what he was supposed to say, but he had to say something. "I like boy's dicks!" he blurted. The tension on the string between his buns relaxed a little bit, easing the constant ache that had become his reality. Melissa dissolved into hysterics. Zandra snapped several pictures.

"Very good, boy!" Naomi said. "It wasn't what I asked you to say, but it was truthful, anyway." She loosened her grip on his penis and gave it several rapid strokes, bringing it to hardness immediately. "What you were supposed to say was, 'I like fucking boys in the butt with my baby dick.'"

Tommy looked at the smirking girls, then fearfully down at the cruel pieces of wood on either side of his sack. "I like fucking boys in the butt with my baby dick!" he almost shouted.

"Excellent!" Naomi said. She gave him three rapid strokes that left his penis yearning for more, then squeezed it tightly again. "See, telling the truth leads to pleasure, lying to pain. Now say, 'I like sucking boy's dicks more than anything else.'"

Tommy couldn't get his mouth open fast enough, he was so eager to comply. "I like sucking boy's dicks more than anything else!" he shouted.

"Very nice," Naomi said. She shifted her hand, gently chucking his penis under its head several times, tickling it, exciting it, making it jump in her hand. Then she tightened her grip on it again, causing more disappointment in Tommy. She smiled at him with the air of a mongoose contemplating a young cobra. "Now let's talk about your other disgusting habits. Say, 'I like to pick my nose and eat the boogers.'"

"But I don't --," Tommy began. The string between his legs tightened warningly. "I like to pick my nose and eat the boogers!" Tommy screamed. His face was flushed. The girls in front of him smirked in a superior fashion.

"Very nice," Naomi said, stroking his penis, which, with its usual mind of its own, responded eagerly. She stopped before the powerful feelings could build up in him very much. "Now say, 'I'm a little baby, who likes to pee and poop in diapers!'"

o hesitation this time. "I'm a little baby who likes to pee and poop in diapers," Tommy said in a rush.

"Better," Naomi said. She gave his penis only one stroke this time. "Now say, 'I want to suck Elvin's cock while he sucks mine!'"

hen Tommy hesitated, she tightened the string between Tommy's buns again, and squeezed his cock hard. Tommy flinched elaborately. "I want to suck Elvin's cock while he sucks mine!" He squealed, as a little jet of pee spurted out of his penis, dribbling on the wooden floor in a small puddle.

"Bad boy," Naomi said dispassionately. "You must learn to control yourself more thoroughly." The string tightened between Tommy's buns.

"I'm sooooorrrry!" Tommy wailed. "I'll clean it up!"

"Naturally," Naomi said. "Get on you knees now, and I'll help you." Tommy carefully got down on his knees in front of the spot, moving slowly so as not to pull the string between his buns. Naomi got down beside him. He looked inquiringly at Naomi.

"I need some toilet paper or a towel or something," he said.

"No you don't," Naomi said. Before he could react, she had dropped his string and his penis and was gripping his head and shoulders, bearing down, forcing his face to the floor. Deftly, she twisted his head and forced his left cheek into the puddle, dragging it across the floor.

"Owwwww!" Tommy wailed as his face slid along the warm wetness. Naomi ignored his protests, twisting his head sharply and dragging his right cheek across the floor in the other direction. She lifted his head by the hair and held him there, studying the floor. Most of the wetness was gone, having been transferred to Tommy's face. Tommy was blinking back tears, sniffling loudly. His cheeks burned where they'd been rubbed on the floor, and he felt horrible. He had pee on his face! Okay, it was his own pee, and no more than a dribble, but it was still pee! He wanted to go stick his head under a faucet, leave it there for an hour. He felt dirty, violated. Zandra was happily snapping pictures. Naomi took up his string, which had stayed trapped between his buns, and pulled him to his feet.

"Stop sniveling," she ordered. "You pee on my floor like a dog, you get your face rubbed in it like a dog! How's it feel to more pathetic than a poorly-trained puppy?"

"I – I – I don't like it," Tommy wailed, near tears.

"I said get hold of yourself, boy!" Naomi warned. "Cry, and I'll give you something to cry about!" She pulled the string warningly, the dull ache in Tommy's balls intensifying. Tommy sniffled, blinked back the tears, and manfully swallowed, looking at her fearfully.

Very good," Naomi said. Now tell us what else you want to do with Elvin."

Tommy's mind went blank. Terror made it hard to think. Terror of his bursting bladder letting go and wetting on the floor again and having his face rubbed in his pee. Terror of Mr. Chastiser. Terror of what else this demented girl might make him do, or might do to him. The string snapped tight between his buns, the wooden pieces between his legs closed, and all thought fled as he was doubled over retching once again. Over and over he fought the urge to throw up, while his balls radiated pain. His bound hands fought their restraints, and he writhed, moaning, only Naomi's grip on his penis was keeping him upright. It seemed like a long time before he fought back his heaving stomach and could straighten up to at least only a slight crouch. Naomi prodded his penis again. "One more time. Tell us what else you want to do with Elvin. Tell us everything you want to do with him – and we know it's a lot, because we know what perverts you boys are, and what you think about when you're playing with your little dongers in bed at night. So this time, tell me everything you'd do with Elvin if you could, and don't leave anything out – I can pull that string lots harder than I just did, you know."

Tommy's mind was racing, his balls aching, his stomach churning. He was all too aware of the tight rope between his buns, the two hard pieces of wood pressing against his sack. "I want to suck Elvin's dick," he said in a rush. "And, and, and fuck him in the butt, and, and, and make him suck me, and --" Tommy hesitated trying to think of something else. The string between his buns tightened warningly, increasing the ache in his balls. His voice rose an octave. "I want to -- I want to have him put his dick up my butt, and I want to lick his balls, and lick his butt hole, and -- and --" Tommy sagged. "I can't think of anything else," he wailed.

"Gee, whiz!" Zandra exclaimed. "You boys always go right for the stuff, don't you! Not so much as a 'how you doing, let's get to know each other! It's just straight for the stuff in your pants! What's wrong with a little hug and kiss?"

"That, too!" Tommy said desperately. "I want to hug him and kiss him too!"

Melissa was grinning at Tommy's shameful recitation. "An interesting confession," Naomi said. "But was it the truth? Or are you just saying anything to keep Mr. Chastiser happy?" She squeezed his penis firmly, almost painfully, bringing a powerful yearning from Tommy for her to stoke it. "Look at me," Naomi commanded, tightening the string a bit, increasing the ache in his trapped testes. "I'll be able to tell if you're lying." Tommy fearfully met her eyes, trembling at her steely gaze. It was like she was looking into his sould, and at that moment Tommy would have sworn the girl could tell the truth of his every statement. "Now think this one over, and tell the truth. Let's say we took Mr. Chastiser off of you, and left you and Elvin both naked in the room alone for an hour. How much of the stuff you just said would you really do if you knew no one but you and Elvin would ever know, and if you knew Elvin wouldn't ever tell. Which of the things you just said do you really want to do?"

Tommy was conscious of her eyes boring into his soul, Mr. Chastiser firmly pressing on his sack, and her tight grip on his penis – a grip so tight she could feel his pulse, feel every little involuntary twitch. Did he dare try to bluff, lie and try to get away with it? Should he tell a half truth, like he usually did when his mom caught him at something, just enough truth to sound reasonable but twisted enough that he wasn't caught? That had always worked before. "Uh, I like being played with, you know, down there," he began. "It feels good no matter who's touching you, even if it's your mom, you know."

Melissa's eyes lit up as he said, "even it it's your mom." Uh oh, Tommy thought. Bad turn of phrase, now they'd think he wanted to have sex with his mother. "I mean," he said, "it doesn't matter who's touching you, not that I want to have sex with my mom. And if I was lying down and a boy was touching me, that would feel good, too." He broke off because Naomi's gaze into his eyes was looking meaner, somehow, and disappointed in him. "Really!" he protested. "I didn't really mean to say my mom, I just used it as an example that it felt good when anyone touches it, and she used to have to wash me after I wet the – she used to have to wash me," he finished lamely.

He blushed with shame as his mention of bed wetting and having to be washed up for school in the morning with his brother. Zandra shifted positions and raised the camera, snapping shots of his embarrassed expression. Naomi glared. "The part about liking be touched no matter who's doing it is is true, I can tell," she said. "And I have no doubt at all that if I left you and Elvin in a room for an hour that you'd cheerfully lie back and let him rub you baby genitals and pretend that it was his idea and you were just accommodating him. But I wasn't born yesterday, boy, so don't try to play me like a fool. That isn't all you two would do, and you know it." The string between Tommy's legs tensed, and the pressure on Tommy's balls increased from a dull ache to actively painful. Tommy tried to double over, but Naomi let go of his dick and grabbed him by the hair again, making him look into her eyes.

"I should have given Mr. Chastiser a good jerk that time, maybe two or three jerks," she commented evenly. "But I'll give another chance. You should bear in mind that your extra chances are coming to an abrupt end very soon. Now let's hear the whole truth this time. What would you and Elvin do if I left you alone for an hour? And don't give me that cock and bull story about him wanting to do it – tell me what you would want him to do, what your fantasies say. And make it good." She kept the string tight, Tommy's balls aching in protest and begging him to do anything to get her to loosen it.

"Okay!" he squealed, his groin wanting him to double over and her grip on his hear wanting him to hold absolutely still. "I'd want him to touch me, okay! It feels good to have your dick touched!" He lowered his eyes, trying not to meet her gaze. She yanked on his hair.

"Look at me!" she commanded. Tommy reluctantly raised his eyes until hers were burning into him again. "That was better," she said, relaxing her grip on his hair, but keeping her fingers laced through it. Paradoxically, his penis kept throbbing in mid air, telegraphing his arousal to the three girls. "But you didn't finish your thought. There's other stuff you'd want to do with Elvin, really want to do with him. Truth is everything here if you don't want your little balls smashed. That eight-year-old little pervert we had in here realized that right away, confessed everything to us. If you're smart, you will, too. Now tell us what you'd do next with Elvin after he played with your little dick."

Tommy blushed with shame. He was terrified of lying to this girl, now. He was convinced she could see everything. "I'd, I'd have him suck me," he said in a barely audible voice. The room was silent. Tommy flushed crimson – it sounded so weird when he said it out loud, but it was the truth – he really would like being sucked by Elvin – there was something about him, something that reminded him of someone else. He couldn't place it, but the thought of the naked Elvin made his heart beat just a little faster. His eyes darted around the room, saw the two younger girls smirking at his remarks. He tried to tone them down, to explain. "Because, because I can shut my eyes and pretend it's a girl doing it – you can't tell who's sucking you with your eyes shut," he finished.

"Really," Naomi said skeptically. "You wouldn't want to watch him, huh? Wouldn't like to look down and see who's grooming your little love-puppy?"

Melissa burst into giggles as Naomi's phrase, "little love- puppy." Tommy flushed. Please, please! His mind was begging. Please let her believe me!"

Naomi shifted her gaze from his eyes to his crotch, eyeing his penis critically. Tommy's little 'love puppy' was throbbing to his heartbeat, jumping visibly with each coursing of blood through his arteries. "You're lying, boy," she said levelly, gazing him in the eyes again. "And lying has to cost you."

Pain exploded from his lower midsection. Exploded was the only way to describe it. Naomi gave one, two, three strong jerks on the string, and Tommy doubled over, went down like a sack of rocks, fell to his side retching on the floor, curled around his balls. Naomi crouched beside him, hauling on his arm. "Get up!" she ordered. "Get up now, or I pull the string again, harder this time. I don't care how much your baby nuts hurt, get up now!" She yanked Tommy to his feet. Tommy fought back his retching and straightened to half crouch, panting heavily. His balls had never hurt like that before, not even the day he'd taken a soccer ball kicked from a few feet away square on them. He wanted no more of this – he couldn't take any more of it! She threaded fingers through his hair, made him look at her. He stared at her, terrified, No, no, no! his mind was saying. Tell her the truth – don't let her do that again!"

"Okay," Tommy panted. "Okay!" He gulped, trying to fight out of the urge to retch. HE gulped several more times. "Okay, I'll tell you the truth! Just please stop pulling that string!"

Naomi waited, looking daggers at him. Tommy had never hear of Stockholm syndrome, but at the moment he'd have done anything to please his captor, even reveal his darkest secrets.

"Start talking, and talk fast," Naomi said. "Tell us what you'd really like to do to Elvin, and no lies and no leaving anything out this time." Tommy panted like a wild man, trying to gather himself.

"Okay," he said again. "The truth. Okay." He paused, and Naomi looked at him warningly. "Okay – please, don't pull the string! I'll tell you, I will. Just a sec, let me catch my breath." Tommy panted some more, then gulped again. He looked ashamed. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Okay, you're right," he said, and he knew this was the truth this time. "I want him to suck me. I want him to suck me. I'd like it."

"You wouldn't pretend he's someone else?" Naomi said sharply. "You wouldn't prefer to be sucked by a girl?"

Tommy considered his real feelings. He tried to picture Serena kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. Her long hair swept to one side, brushing his thigh. Her head going up and down, the warm wetness of her soft lips on his member, her pubescent breasts hanging gracefully downward, nipples visible, her nicely curved bare naked butt projecting into the air. His penis, which had grown almost limp while he'd been reacting to the series of pulls on Mr. Chastiser's string, stiffened visibly, the tip rising slightly again.

Then he tried to picture Elvin kneeling in the same position, mop haircut hanging down slightly and swaying with his movements, his mouth also wetly on Tommy's member, his narrower hips thrust in the air, his penis curved against his stomach, betraying his excitement at Tommy's own nudity and the position he was in. Tommy's penis gave another lurch and erected further. Then, in a moment, Elvin morphed into Jesse, slipping his mouth off Tommy's member to smile his toothy grin before dropping back to continue sucking. Tommy's penis lurched to horizontal, pulsing again with his heartbeat.

"Arrrgh!" Tommy grunted, trying to will the image away. Jesse's face remained firmly attached to the body in his mind.

"Is that a yes or a no? Would you prefer a girl sucking you to Elvin?"

"Uhhhh—not exactly," Tommy said.

"What do you mean, not exactly? And tell the truth, because you know I can tell, and I'll make last time feel like a picnic if I have to use Mr. Chastiser again. Yes or no—would you prefer a girl sucking you to Elvin?"

Tommy considered briefly, but only briefly because he could feel the string tightening between his buns. "No." he said quickly.

"Aha! Now we're getting somewhere," Naomi said. "So you admit having boys such your little toy is all right, as good as having girls do it. Now let's move on. How about taking Elvin up his little butt again? Would you like the chance to do that?" She tightened her grip on his hair, making him look her in the eyes."

Did he want to do that? He thought about mounting the smaller boy again, and his penis lurched violent, accompanied by a minor butt contraction that he couldn't stop. She already knew what he'd answer, he could tell – he was the last one in the room, apparently, to realize it. "Yes," Tommy squeaked, his face blushing with shame at the realization.

"Yes, what, boy?" Naomi demanded, tightening her grip on his hair and the string in his butt simultaneously.

"Yes, I wanna do that," Tommy squeaked, his throat almost closing up and his face even more flushed. "I want to do him in the butt again." And he did. His whole body yearned for it. He'd never cum as violently as he just had with Elvin, and it wasn't just that he had thought Elvin was Melissa. His heart beat faster with the whole idea of positioning the boy face down, raising his soft but boyish bottom on pillows like he had with Gabriel, spreading his knees apart to separate his buns shyly, and then mount him, press up against him and line his dick up with the boy's tight hole and plunge in again, rock until he squirted. And with no condom this time, feeling the boy's hot insides against him.

"The truth feels good, doesn't it, boy?" Naomi said mockingly. "But I don't think we'll let you do either of those things to sweet little Elvin. Not that he'd be unwilling, but because it would give you pleasure, pleasure you don't deserve." She looked at Tommy speculatively. "So what could you do for Elvin instead? How about giving him pleasure? Surely you wouldn't expect Elvin to give to you without getting something back?"

Actually, that was exactly what Tommy had been
contemplating. He'd been thinking about the acts he could perform on Elvin for his pleasure. Naomi tightened her grip when he didn't answer, both on the string and his hair. Tommy hastened to answer. "What, you mean like rub his dick back?" he asked.

"Naw, that's too easy!" Melissa said. "I do that to Elvin all the time, whenever he wants."

"That's true," Zandra commented from behind the camera lens. "You should see them watching TV, him cuddled against her on the couch, her reaching around him to trot his little soldier out and give him a workout. She made him cum three times watching "Arthur and Friends" on TV one day!"

Tommy briefly wondered what it would be like to be Elvin, in a family full of females who made him undress and submit to butt-fucking from an strange boy, but who also willingly played casually with his penis for his pleasure while the family was gathered around the tube. He almost envied the boy for a minute.

"I mean, those things you just said you wanted Elvin to do to you," Naomi said. "You want him to suck your baby dick. You want to butt fuck Elvin. What if he wants to do it back? How would you like Elvin's dick in your mouth, or up your butt?"

Tommy thought about that – the urge to lie had completely fled him. He had accumulated some experience in dick sucking the last few days. He hadn't liked sucking Chad's dick, hadn't liked it much at all. But Gabriel's wasn't so bad, although the foreskin made it weird. And Jesse's –

His penis lurched. He'd liked sucking Jesse, he realized. Had actually not minded at all. Unlike Chad's musky taste and smell, Jesse had tasted okay, and he'd smelled good, kind a soapy, boy scent. He'd found Jesse cumming in his mouth actually satisfying, he'd realized. At the time he'd thought he was just happy to be done, but now he realized he'd enjoyed Jesse's imagined pleasure. How would he feel about doing that to Elvin?

The string started tightening between his buns again. "I could suck him okay," Tommy blurted quickly.

"How about taking his weenie up your butt?" Melissa asked. "Would you let him do it until he came?"

Tommy considered. His butt hole hurt. It was still sore from being butt fucked by Gabriel when Beth had shoved the carrot up it, and pooping out the carrot had made it more sore. Than Naomi had shoved that plaster dick up it, true, a small dick but still a dick, and that had hurt more. He tried to picture little Elvin mounting him. He could picture Elvin pressing against him, separating his buns, but shuddered when he tried to picture letting the boy's small but serviceable dick inside him. "I can't," he whispered. "It would hurt too much."

"Ahh, that's the difference between you and Elvin," Naomi said, sounding sad. "Elvin wouldn't take without expecting to give. If he fucked your butt, he'd lie down right after coming, offering his butt to you. He'd even ask you if you liked it better from the front or from behind. And if he wasn't willing to do it, he wouldn't ask you to. But you don't mind doing things to him at all that you'd never want to do yourself. You know what your problem is, boy? You're selfish. You have a bad attitude. What you really need, is an attitude adjustment, something to teach you to give as well as take. Rather than giving you pleasure, I think Elvin should punish you, punish you severely. Tell me, boy, how do you think Elvin should punish you to teach you a lesson, teach you how to obey and how to give?"

Tommy felt the string tightening between his buns again, the now more than residual ache in his scrotum increasing. His heart began pounding, and he began to panic. "He could make me suck him," Tommy said in a high-pitched, frightened voice. "That's punishing." The string tightened more, causing the aching his balls to jump a level in magnitude. It was an agonizing, like before, but it wasn't a dull ache, either. He gulped again.

"We already established you'd like that," Naomi snapped. "So that's not punishment. You must know something about punishment. Tell us what he should do," Naomi said. "Tell us what a selfish brat like you really deserves! And this one better be your best effort, or I'm going to do my best to yank those little things off of you this time!"

"He should fuck me up the butt?" Tommy asked. "That is, if he wants to?"

"Of course, he'll want to, idiot," Zandra snapped. "You wanted to, why wouldn't he?"

Tommy gulped. He'd been afraid to that. But Naomi wasn't satisfied. She increased her pull on his hair and twisted his head back more. "I'm still betting that you'd actually enjoy a good butt-fucking from Elvin once he got into it. I'm almost certain that he would do it in such a loving way that it wouldn't be punishment. And you need punishment. So just take it as a given that Elvin is going to fuck your butt. Now let's talk about what sort of punishment, you should be given. And you'd better think of something painful, the worst pain, you can imagine, or I'll give you another example of what pain it is."

Fighting the overwhelming urge to wet on the floor, Tommy began blurting anything he could think of, anything that would hurt, panting between outbursts. "He should spank me, hard! On the bare butt!" he squealed. He looked at the girls, who were looking back at him stony-faced. His panic grew. "A long time!" He amended. Their expressions didn't change. "No, no!" he said, more loudly. "No, I'm meant he should paddle me! On the bare butt! A long time! Until I'm blistered!" he added, wild-eyed. What was he saying? He didn't want to be spanked, or paddled! Paddlings hurt! Yet he couldn't get himself to stop babbling. "And he should paddle my bottom crack!" He added. "Even my poo hole!" Tommy was so frightened that his speech was reverting back to that of the younger boy, including the terminology he used just a year back. Yet the girls were still staring at him stonily, and he was having trouble getting his breath. He swore he could feel the string tightening between his buns, already feel the pain shooting out of his squashed nuts. "Um, he should squeeze my balls while he does it? Squeeze them hard?" He asked, trying to fight what would please them.

"Better," Naomi said. "What else?"

"Um," Tommy swallowed hard, thinking of what to say to please these girls, make Naomi nodded in approval. His voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Maybe he should put burny stuff like hot sauce on my wiener, and up my poo hole! You know, stuff to make them burn! And not let me touch them!"

he looked at Naomi pleadingly, hoping for her smile approval. She seemed to be waiting for more. Tommy tried one last thing, the worst thing he could think of. "He should put his weenie in my mouth, and pee, and make me drink it," he gasped." He paused, panting, fighting the urge to spray pee all over the room. "Please?" he asked. "Is that good enough?"

"We'll see," Naomi said. "You talk like a boy with a new attitude. But let's see if you still show that attitude adjustment when Mr. Chastiser comes off. We'll see how you act Elvin comes back in. Let him knock you around a bit. Then we'll see if you need additional lessons."

Tommy sagged with relief as the string was loosened and Naomi separated the two pieces of wood, removing the nasty Mr. Chastiser from his delicate sack. He was grateful at that moment, that he gave no thought all for what the immediate future might hold for him. And, Naomi unbound his hands. Flexing his fingers, and he immediately began to reach for his crotch, to try soothe his sore balls. Naomi grabbed his arms "Leave those poor little things alone," she ordered. "Besides, it's disrespectful to try to remove the pain I worked so hard to give you, and you so richly deserved" Tommy obediently put his hands at his sides. He wanted to please her. He wanted to please all them, Elvin, too. Zandra handed him a wet washcloth. "Wash your face," she said. "You stink."

Tommy gratefully scrubbed his face, feeling much better for it. "Call Elvin in," Naomi commanded Melissa as he continued to scrub himself. Melissa scampered off, soon returning with Elvin in tow, his cute little penis swaying limply above his tiny sack as he walked in, cramming the remains of a sandwich in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, looking at them expectantly with bright eyes.

"Watch this, boy" Naomi said. "Watch and learn about respect. Watch and learn what's expected of you. So tell us, Elvin, who's in charge, boys or girls?"

"Girls," Elvin said immediately.

"And why are girls in charge?-" she asked.

"Because boys are slaves to their hormones. Boys will do anything to have sex. And girls control whether we have sex or not," Elvin recited. "So of course girls control everything."

"Very good," Naomi said. "These are all things Wiener Boy here needs to learn. You're going to be his teacher." Elvin smiled happily. Tommy stood lamely by. All he could think about was the feeling he had been glad to escape, of having his balls trapped between the two wooden blocks, vulnerable to explosive pain in any time. "Who is weaker and more pathetic, Elvin? Boys or girls?" Naomi went on.

"Boys," Elvin said immediately, obviously well-trained. "Because our genitals are on the outside, so we can't hide or disguise our arousal. Because our balls are exposed and vulnerable, where they can be justly punished when it is deemed necessary by the females in our lives. Because we're dependent on females for sex."

"Would you want to be a girl, then, Elvin?" Naomi asked.

"Oh, no, ma'am!" Elvin said earnestly. "Some of us have to be boys. And I like being a boy. It's better being a boy! We can pee standing up, and we don't need toilet paper when we do! If we're out hiking, we can just pee against a tree, or into rocks, or off the ledge. We don't have to worry about hiding behind a bush so that we can take our pants down and squat down. You can come up from behind a boy peeing and not even tell that he is peeing. We only have to take our pants down when we poop. And I like having a dick, and I like the way it feels when I play with it, and I like it even better when you guys play with it. And I like how it gets all hard when other boys put their dicks up my butt. I like that you or other girls will always be there to take charge, and tell me what to do, and take care of me. It's better to be a boy."

"Very good," Naomi said. "Now that is a positive attitude!" She smiled encouragingly Elvin. "While you were gone, Wiener Boy here realized that he had been remiss in failing to thank you for kindly allowing him to stick his worthless little thing in your tight little butt hole. He realizes now that it was very wrong of him not to offer you his own butt hole in return for your own pleasure, and he believes he needs to be punished severely for it. Furthermore, the three of us agree that he does need a punishment, and then he should make up for his oversight by offering himself up to you. Isn't that right, Wiener Boy? Tell Elvin what you want him to do."

Tommy swallowed. His heart rate had dropped significantly since Mr. Chastiser had been removed from his delicate balls, but he still felt in powerful jeopardy. This was it, he realized. This was a test. If he failed it, he might be back in that awful Mr. Chastiser in seconds. If he answered correctly though, he might win all their approval. He chose his words carefully.

"I want you to put your wiener in my butt," Tommy said, still talking like an eight-year-old.

"You want me to fuck your butt?" Elvin said, smiling shyly. "For real? Or are they just making you say that." He looked at the three girls. "Don't be upset," he said in answer to something he saw in Naomi's eyes. "I'll do it either way," he added. "But it would be more special if he really wants it."

"Well?" Naomi said raising an eyebrow at Tommy.

Tommy gulped. Elvin was looking at him with serious eyes. "I want it," he whispered. "Pleease?"

"Slow down, jackrabbit!" Naomi said. "He has something else to tell you." She glared at Tommy. "Tell him the rest."

Tommy gulped again, harder this time. " I need to be punished," he said in a soft voice. "I need you to spank me, or paddle me if you think I need it. Until you think I've learned my lesson." He looked at Naomi for encouragement. Naomi frowned. What had he forgotten? Oh, yeah. "I need you to hold me down by my balls, while you do it, and squeeze as hard as you think I need to be squeezed." He stopped and looked at Naomi. She was smiling at him, and he relaxed, happy just to have pleased her. Somewhere deeper inside him there was a small portion of him objecting, and he listened to it a moment. Why was he doing this? Why was he going along with them? The bigger portion of him silenced the objection with a powerful need to please the girls, impress this strange boy, be a good boy himself..

"Really?" Elvin said, sounding skeptical. "What if I spank you until you're blistered? What if I squeeze your balls as hard as I can the whole time? Will you just hold across my lap and let me do that? Or are they just making you do it?"

Tommy considered this, too. He was getting very thoughtful lately, he realized. His thoughts warred within him. But his desire to please won out. It felt weird, like he was watching himself from a distance. He heard himself say, "I don't want you to do it. I'd have to be crazy to want a spanking – they hurt. And no boy wants his balls squeezed, at least no sane boy. But I need it – I've got to do it." He frowned at the earnest-looking Elvin. "I'm not making any sense," he muttered. He tried again. "I hurt someone," he began again.

"I'll say," Zandra chimed in. "I heard you made him bleed out his butt."

"Not him," Tommy said. "Although I hurt him, too. But I've been punished a lot for that already, and I'll be punished more for it in the next few days. I hurt my brother Chad, too." He paused. "It's hard to explain. He got in trouble, and I was supposed to punish him, but I did a lot more than he deserved. I did it because it was fun. But it was mean, and that made me mean. And for a long time I believed he deserved the things I did, but he didn't – I was just doing it because I was mean." He took a deep breath, looking miserable. "And I hurt Jesse." He looked at Elvin, his eyes glistening. "He's my best friend. Well, he was." He blinked. "I didn't hurt his body, like I did Chad. Although I meant to when I hurt Gabriel instead. But I didn't hurt his body. I said bad stuff. I said awful stuff. And I convinced myself it was his fault. But it was mine. Because I'm mean."

He looked at Naomi. "You people are weird," he said honestly. "But you were right about one thing – I'm full of shame, and secrets, and bad thoughts. Maybe you're right and all boys are full of those things—and maybe girls aren't. I don't know," he admitted. "I don't know much about girls. I don't know much about boys, either, I guess. I don't think we're all full of shame, though. Chad is, and I am, and I think Gabriel is, too. But I don't think Jesse is. I think Jesse is happy with who he is. He's the best person I ever met. I think I was jealous of that, and how happy he was. And I hurt him."

He looked back at Elvin. "I don't like spankings, especially not big ones! And I don't want you to squeeze my balls at all! But if I don't have you do it now, if I don't admit the bad stuff I did, I'll chicken out.. But if I do go through with it, I think I can go to everyone else and admit what I am, too. So you have to do it. Please?"

Elvin looked at him quizzically. "Boy, you are one messed- up dude," he commented. "But we all get messed up sometimes, so I guess I understand. And I always feel better after one on the girls spanks me, even if it hurts while they're doing it. So if that's what you want, I can do it," he added cheerfully. "But it's gonna hurt! What do you want first? You want to get the spanking over with first, or do you want to do the sex first and the spanking later? Because I always liked get spankings over with first, myself."

Tommy looked at the three girls, who were smirking broadly now. But he already started down this path he had to follow it through. And Elvin had already demonstrated a form of bravery. He remembered the smaller, younger boy walking calmly to Melissa and presenting his genitals to be held while he was spanked. He remembered Elven holding still and allowing Tommy himself to take him in the butt. When he knew nothing about Tommy at all and could not know whether Tommy would be gentle, or simply jam himself in. His admiration for this strange little boy who lived in an extremely odd female world had become very high, and he needed to prove to both of them that he deserved the same admiration. And it only way to do that was to be as brave as Elvin himself had been. He swallowed hard. "Spanking first," he said manfully. He couldn't believe he had the courage to say this. "And it has to be a hard spanking, and you have to hold me by my balls."

"Don't be afraid to squeeze," Melissa said, giggling.

"She's right," Naomi said. "He has to cry or it's not a real punishment. And real crying, with tears, and snot running out of his nose, not the fake crying you tried that time when I spanked you when you were little."

"That never worked anyway," Elvin said, a hurt note in his voice.

"It sure didn't," Zandra giggled. "When Naomi lifted you up after you'd been bellowing like you'd sat on branding iron and discovered your eyes were dry, I thought she was going to kill you."

"She crushed my balls," Elvin said ruefully. "Ground them together as she did! For like five minutes!"

"More like five seconds," Naomi said. "But then I took you back over my lap and didn't stop this time to why we sure you were crying."

"She gave him about a hundred spanks," Zandra laughed. "He had blisters! And then she told his mother that he'd tried to fake crying, and his mother paddled him right in front of us!"

"I couldn't sit down for a week," Elvin muttered. "Couldn't poop, either! They had to give me enemas every day, and it still hurt coming out!" He grinned at Tommy. "So do you trust me?"

Tommy, for the first time that afternoon, knew exactly what he had to do. He wanted redemption, and this was going to be the first step. He walked awkwardly up to where Elvin had seated himself on the side of the bed. He reached down and lifted his penis, exposing his plump sack for the other boy. "I'm ready," he said. His balls were pulled tightly against his body, as if denying his words. "And I do trust you. I won't move until you say you're done."