Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 89
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 89: And All Will be Revealed

Of course, it was still only her bare butt and back they were looking at. Because she was facing the front wall of the garage, and no one was on that side of her at the moment, not even her mother. Her privates were still, at least momentarily, private. But they were bare, out in the open air, ready to be seen by anyone who simply moved to her front and looked. And her butt was absolutely, shockingly bare. She heard someone whistle appreciatively behind her, no doubt that disgusting Piggy Chen brat. They were looking at her butt! Her butt! She could picture it in her head, having admired it in the mirror often enough in her bathroom after showering. The swelling curve from her narrower waist, the round, firm, white cheeks, and the cleft that deepened and then split at her legs. She never showed her butt to anyone any more, not other girls, not even her mother. And now boys were looking at it, bare naked!

Nothing happened for a time, her mother apparently content to simply make her an object of disgusting male attention. She remembered, in succession, her first sight of the butts of each of those boys. Chad had been on the diaper cart when his has been exposed for the first time, but she didn't like to think of boys' butts in that position – there was something about boys' butts that was too raw, too crude when they were all bent so far that their anuses showed. (She'd discovered the word "anus" in the dictionary when she was 10, and had always had a twinge of dirty satisfaction when she thought it in her head – somehow, it was dirtier, even, than the more commonly heard "butthole," or "asshole." Asshole, especially, was used so often to describe irritating people that it had really lost its more fundamental application. But only anuses were called anuses, and the word was undiluted in its image. An anus sounded like what it was, the place shit came out of, a place you had to wipe clean afterward, and might still show traces of what it produced.

But she, personally, liked looking at naked boys standing up. Their butts were unmarred by elimination organs then. She didn't like seeing their butt holes even slightly exposed – The anus was just too crude, too uneven and messy looking, too much like what it was, an organ of elimination, the source of dirty and disgusting things. Standing up, boys' butts were sleek and smooth and unmarred. She loved watching the muscles tense when they walked, and loved watching them clench when spanked or paddled. She fondly remembered Chad that way, back arched and butt clenched tightly as Mrs. Rose's paddling of him became too unbearable, and, later, clenching tightly again when Emily culminated her spanking of their classmate by squeezing his undersized balls. Emily had told him later how the boy's nuts had felt in her hand, and the power she'd felt grinding them together. But Courtney preferred boys' butts to their other parts, especially when they were standing up. You could see how muscular they were when they clenched, and there was no chance that disgusting anus would show when they were like that.

She also liked looking at them all red and blotchy after being spanked. S. F.'s had been like that after his appointment with Mr. Sparky. Blotchy and bright red, with little welts scattered thickly around. Twitching, skin rippling as the boy fought to control his crying while his buns must have burned horribly. She'd loved, especially, the sight of S. F. facing the blackboard, bare butt to the class as he fought to control his sobbing. The contrast between the bright red of his butt and the white of his back had been exciting, too. Of course, S. F.'s butt was a bit small for her tastes – she would have preferred it to be much wider and fuller.

She'd even liked seeing Randy's big, sloppy butt with its droopy cheeks and wide expanse, clenching as he tried to hold in his enema. And Matty and Jeremy's little boy butts, narrow and tight and soft-skinned. Those she'd touched, repeatedly, fondling and stroking extensively rather than sneaking a feel like she'd done with the boys in her class. She never had the urge to pry their butts apart, though, even when she had them over her lap and was applying cold cream to their sore butts at the end of a spanking and a long corner stand. She didn't want to see their holes, even if they were spotlessly clean and just out of the shower. They always looked dirty to her, and who know what might be caught in one of the wrinkles? When they'd been young, the boys had even teased her about it, spreading their butts and asking her if she wanted to check their butt holes after a shower.

And then there was Alan Delvecchio. Now there was a butt! In her mind, the perfect boy butt. Flaring slightly from his waist, full cheeked and rounded, yet muscular, more muscular than Chad's or S. F.'s. Less muscular than Joey Turpin's, of course, but Joey's was too adult-looking, with large pores, coarser skin, and that unsightly hair sprouting all over, even out of his crack! And that browner tinge where the cheeks joined – what Mrs. Rose called "runner's butt." But Alan? Alan's butt was perfect – okay, he'd had that one small hair in his crack, but Mrs. Rose had yanked it out and created perfection in doing so. She'd loved Alan's three days in diapers, where, every morning, she got to see him undress and be paraded to the diaper table with his bottom bare to be diapered, and then again later in the day to be changed after he'd peed himself (like Chad, Alan had been unable to go an entire day without peeing, usually giving in around lunch time and having to be changed afterward).

Even Jimmy's butt was cute, although his genitals were not her cup of tea. With him facing away from her, she had loved looking at him bare when he'd been spanked, when he'd been whipped, and even when he'd been forced to go naked today because his underpants had been used as Emily's gag. He'd healed since being whipped, and his butt had been glorious today, round and muscular, the two sides working opposite each other as he walked. Even if she hadn't been able to fully enjoy it with her worries about what might happen to her, what was happening to her now. Though she'd never have believed her mother would take it this far.

"So, boys, what do you think?" her mother suddenly said. "Is my daughter's bare bottom everything you'd imagined? I'm sure you've all tried to picture her naked – I know what boys are like at this age – it's all you ever think about, I'm sure. I imagine you're all in seventh heaven. Isn't that right, young man? You're probably slobbering all over yourselves this very minute." Courtney couldn't see it, but her mother was glaring at Jimmy Chen almost resentfully, even though her mother had been the one to order Courtney's pants removed.

"Um, ma'am, um…" Jimmy said. He started again. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't think Courtney's bottom was attractive. It's very nice, really, much nicer than Bitchey…I mean, than Emily's. More woman-like, you know? And I'd much rather be looking at it than these guy's butts." He giggled briefly. "But, um… well, you said so yourself, ma'am. This isn't about getting Courtney naked and looking at her. Not that I'm not looking at her. But that isn't what it's about. It's about what she did. What she did to poor Randy, and S. F. And what she tried to do to Chad. Chad's my best friend. We go way back, back to kindergarten. He never got spanked in school before last month, you know. Not even once. Not like me – I got spanked all the time. Well, never bare, not until last week. But all the time. Sometimes in my underpants. It's why I started wearing boxers. But not Chad. And S. F. I didn't know him that well until a few days ago – he was always quiet. But he's a good guy, and he didn't deserve what happened to him, having to strip naked and get paddled with that electric thing and all. And show everyone his stuff. Although if I had stuff like his…"

"Get to the point, young man," Courtney's mother snapped.

"The point, yeah. The point is, I'm not all that interested in Courtney as a girl right now. Because when I look at her butt, all I can think of is S. F. with his butt all bright red from being paddled, and Randy having to stand in front of us while that stuff they put up his butt burned inside him. And how Courtney and Bitch—um, Emily wanted Chad to get in so much trouble that they'd make him get bare and get his butt beat real bad, or something worse. And Chad doesn't deserve that. He had enough troubles of his own, but he's trying to be good. And they're trying to get him in trouble so they can watch him get his butt beat. So getting Courtney bare, it's not a sex thing – look, I'm not even hard." Jimmy spread his legs again as he sat on the floor, showing that his crotch bulge was indeed quite tamed and modest. "I mean, I know it's a girl's butt, and all, but I'm more thinking about how she needs to feel what S. F., and Chad, and Randy felt. On her butt, that is. Oh, and in it, too – 'cause Randy got punished in his butt. With an Eminem."

"Enema," Emily's mother said absently.

"Is that the way you other boys feel?" Mrs. Snetch asked. "You don't just want to see a naked girl."

There was shocked silence, then a vigourous shaking of heads. "No, ma'am," Jimmy said.

Alan wasn't moving, and was looking at Courtney only peripherally. Courtney's mother noticed his indifference. "What about you, young man? Is my daughter just a thing to be punished to you, too?"

"Him more than anyone," Chad muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Snetch said.

"Um, I said that Alan was more polite than any of us," Chad said.

"Perhaps that's why he's not staring like an ape at my daughter's bottom the way my nephews are," she said acidly. She turned to Jeremy and Matty, who were pointing and giggling hysterically as they stood just behind Courtney where they'd remained after pulling down her underwear.. "Do I have to send you two out of the room?"

"But we want to see!" Matty said. "We want to see her pee-pee!"

"You idiot! Girls don't have pee-pees!" Jeremy said.

"Course they do," Matty said indignantly. "They pee, don't they? Girls go to pee, just like boys! So that have to have pee-pees."

"But they don't have peenies, stupid!" Jeremy said.

"I didn't say they have peenies, I said they have pee-pees!" Matty complained. "You don't listen. I said I wanted to see her pee-pee – the place the pee comes out. Girls have to pee, so they have to have pee-pees. I didn't say peenie! I want to see Courtney's peepee! I ain't never seen a girl's pee-pee. I want to see what they look like."

"You already saw that girl's over there," Jeremy said, nodding to Emily. "Her whole bottom half is naked."

"She has a metal thing there – you know, between her legs. I can't see good," Matty said.

"Enough," Mrs. Snetch said. "This isn't about seeing Courtney naked. It's about giving her the severe punishments she's earned and richly deserves. Her being naked is necessary for that punishment – I need the extra sting that bare spanking and paddling brings, and I need the humiliation of her being stripped for punishment and having to show herself knowing you're watching. But I will not have you two chattering like monkeys over it, nor will I tolerate you becoming sexually excited to the sight of your cousin while she's undressed. In fact, why don't you two take your pants and underpants off right now so that I can keep tabs on your arousal as we proceed."

"But…." Jeremy began.

"No buts," his aunt said. "You strip off right now, or out the door you go."

"We have to be naked in front of them?" Jeremy said, looking around the room full of people.

"They're boys just like you. They have the same thing between their legs," his aunt shot back.

"She's not a boy!" Jeremy complained, pointing at Mrs. Git.

"Make a choice. If those pants aren't off in 30 seconds, you're out of here for the duration. You can listen at the door."

Matty was already shucking his pants and underpants simultaneously, his small white butt jutting toward the other boys as he knelt, his tight little anus peeping at Chad as he struggled to pull his pants off his shoes. "Come on, Jeremy," he pleaded. "It's just our butts and our peenies. They've got the same stuff."

"Don't worry, little boy," Mrs. Git said in a friendly fashion. "I've seen lots of naked little boys before. I won't even look at you. But you shouldn't be so modest – I bet you're adorable all nudie-suitie."

"Fifteen seconds," Mrs. Snetch said.

"All right," Jeremy muttered. He turned his back to the boys sitting in a semicircle behind him and away from Mrs. Git and began tugging down his jeans. In moments, both boys were bare from the waist down. It was clear they favored shorts, because they had rich tans from just above the knees on down, but their tight little were butts almost as white as S. F.'s. Jeremy sat down carefully and drew his legs up, hunching over his genitals so that the others got nothing more than a glimpse of dangling, pointed finger. Matty, though, continued standing after undressing, twisting back and forth so that his little penis waggled continuously. To Chad's surprise, he was uncircumcised, and his penis looked very, very much like Gabriel's, except that it was white rather than brown, and thus at least one vein showed prominently through the skin. Also, to his chagrin, the foreskin made it appear longer than his own.

"Now then," Mrs. Snetch said. "I believe we'll start with the enema. Courtney, it is my understanding that because of your behavior one of these boys undeservedly received an enema in front of class, and that enema contained soda to make it more uncomfortable. Did you indeed see that boy receive that particular punishment? And did you watch him while it happened."

Courtney didn't answer. "It was Randy, ma'am," Jimmy chimed in. "And Mrs. Rose used 7-up. The whole can."

"Thank you, but I was asking my errant, spoiled brat of a daughter. And this is the last time I'll give you a second chance to answer, Courtney. The next time I ask you a question, you will answer immediately, and if you don't, you will be paddled 5 swats and asked again. I'll continue that procedure until you do answer. And none of the swats you get for not answering will count toward your punishment – they'll just be extra. Is that clear?"

"Yes, mother. But…" Courtney said.

"I told your cousins that I'll tolerate no buts, and now I'm telling you," her mother said. "Now I'm asking you for the last time. Did you see one of these boys receive an enema in front of your class?"

"Yes," Courtney whispered to the air in front of her. She was feeling incredibly vulnerable, with a whole room full of boys who'd seen her tits, and who were now feasting their greedy eyes on her bare butt. And her genitals were wide open, too, if they were to move to her front, or if she were to be forced to turn around. She couldn't cover up, she couldn't stop them. She suddenly realized that the boys she'd been laughing at over the last few weeks when they stood, naked in front of class must have felt much like this when they had to allow others to gaze upon their bare wieners and balls. She hadn't thought about their feelings, then, only how funny they looked naked. But now she felt a pang for what she'd helped put them through, S. F. and Randy and the ones they'd have additional plans for. It was more humiliating that she'd have thought possible. I'm sorry, God, she said to herself. Don't let them see me. Don't let them see my girl parts. Please, I'll never try to get another boy in trouble again if you get me out of this. I won't even look at them anymore, even if one takes his pants down right in front of me and begs me to look.

Apparently God wasn't listening, because her mother went right on. "And was the boy's bottom naked like yours when he received his enema?" she asked.

"Yes," Courtney breathed. She didn't like where this was going.

"And did the boy have to bend over in class to have the enema nozzle inserted into his anus?" her mother went on. "And did you see this done?"

"Yes," Courtney whispered shakily. A mental picture of herself bent over and spreading her butt cheeks the way Randy had been forced to do appeared in her mind and wouldn't go away.

"And while he was waiting for the enema to take effect, what position was the boy put in?" her mother asked.

"You mean this awful thing?" she asked, as, out of nowhere, the enema bag that had been used on Emily Git appeared along with the detachable screw nozzle. "I've already filled it with soda, although I had to use Diet Coke because we don't have 7-up. It'll burn the same, though, and I imagine it's all brown coming out, anyway."

"But I can't—I CAN'T…" Courtney wailed.

"You can't face them? How do you suppose that innocent boy you framed felt about that? He had to face you, didn't he? And boys are just as mortified in showing off their genitals as girls are, believe me! Maybe more so, because theirs are so much more visible, and because size is such a big thing to males," her mother said.

Randy Martinez looked at the floor, flushing, and Chad found himself blushing with Randy. It sucked being small-dicked, he reflected to himself once again.

"Randy had to hold his butt closed with his hands and face us," Alan Delvecchio chimed in. "She should have to do that, too."

"So you can leer at her genitals?" Courtney's mother said icily.

Jimmy let out a derisive snort. Chad glared at him and Jimmy looked down, stifling himself.

"What was that about, young man?" Mrs. Snetch asked Jimmy. Jimmy looked up, noting Chad's glare.

"Nothing," he said. "Swallowed some spit and it went down the wrong way," he added.

"I won't tolerate you boys making my daughter a sex object – this is a punishment procedure, and that's how it's going to stay.

"I don't even want to be here," Alan said. "Let alone look at her."

"Good," Courtney's mother said. "So I'll insist you look at her. I want all you boys to look at her, even you, Matty and Jeremy. Let her burn with shame knowing she's naked in front of everyone. Maybe then she'll understand the awfulness of what she did. But I won't tolerate you looking at her with lust. And you two, I'll be watching your little indicators, if you know what I mean. You, Jeremy! Move those legs apart so I can see."

Jeremy reluctantly moved his legs apart, so that his little pointed penis could be seen, the end pressing against the carpet above his tight little sack, the bottom flattened into the carpet. Chad, who couldn't resist glancing quickly at the younger boy's exposed genitals, was chagrined but not surprised to note that this boy's penis, like his brother's, wasn't significantly smaller than his own unaroused organ. Looking away, his eyes caught Alan's, also in the process of looking quickly away from the younger boy's genitals. Both boys flushed and looked quickly away from each other. Chad wondered if Alan found the boys' naked genitals arousing, as arousing as he apparently found Chad's. He felt a pang of what almost could be considered jealousy for a moment.

"So, Courtney, it's all settled," Courtney's mother said. "You will be released from the cable holding you for now, and you will voluntarily bend over and spread your bottom apart for the administration of your punishment enema. Then you will stand up and turn around, facing the boys, and hold your bottom tightly with both hands while the enema works inside you. And the boys will watch the whole time, just as you watched them." She paused. "You might think about resisting or escaping when you're released. I don't recommend that. I recommend full cooperation. I can make your punishments easier, or I can make them harder, you know. You'll be a lot more comfortably not suspended from the ceiling, but if you can't be compliant, I'll have you tied back up again in moments. Now let's get started."

Courtney almost cried out in relief, despite the shame of what she was facing, when the come-along winch was lowered and her hands unbound. Pins and needles rushed through her limbs, but the relief at being able to be put her arms down, and being able to settle on her heels was overwhelming. All too soon, though, her mother was placing a hand on her shoulder. "Bend down, Courtney," she said firmly. "Bend down, and spread your bottom cheeks with your hands as far as they'll go."

Chad was riveted on the sight in front of him. As Courtney slowly complied, moving like a girl under a hypnotic compulsion, her butt spread apart, revealing for the first time the girl's butt hole. It looked surprisingly ordinary, much like Jimmy's looked, like Tommy's looked, and even more like his own looked, in that it was an almost identical mixture of red and pink/brown, with even wrinkles that converged on a tight vertical center slit. She looked like any boy from the top of her ass to the bottom of her anal eye.

But the resemblance to boys stopped there. Even though her legs were together as much as she could make them, hiding her genital region as long as possible, the flat expanse of skin with the raised ridge Chad had seen on so many boys was absent. Instead, less than half an inch from the ridges of her butt hole, an open slit began and disappeared between her legs, a slit that was pink in the center, and moist looking. This was a girl, all right. A girl with a cunt and everything! With a note of trepidation, he felt his penis begin stiffening in his pants.

Mrs. Snetch wasn't looking at his pants, though. She was all business, screwing the enema nozzle rather quickly into Courtney's tight hole, making it spread up the nozzle while she gasped in surprise and possible distress. Randy Martinez cringed in sympathy, knowing how the girl was going to feel in moments, when the liquid began entering her nether orifice. In seconds, her mother had opened the valve to the nozzle and was squeezing the Diet Coke into her daughter's rectum.

"Oooooooo," Courtney moaned. "Mother, please! It burns!" She released her buns and tried to push on the nozzle, but it was firmly embedded in her anus and wouldn't budge. She tried to straighten up, but her mother pushed firmly down on her shoulders and held her bent over.

"And it will continue to burn," her mother said. "Now get your hands away, and keep them away until I finish, or I won't wait for later, I will paddle you right here and now."

Courtney's moans became louder as the burning liquid swelled her rectum, the interior heat rising continuously. It felt like a dozen jalapeños had been stuffed in her butt. The tingle back there even spread inside her, burning at the base of her girl parts, the secret tunnel that led into her body. More and more liquid forced its way into her, burning deeper and deeper into her body. Her buttocks tensed and trembled, and her butt hole tried unsuccessfully to close itself, squeezing the hard, invading nozzle tightly, the muscular ring burning as it failed in its protective mission. Her rectum tried to contract and force the liquid out, but that just spread it further up her colon, making it burn more. She forgot all about the boys looking at her bare butt and witnessing this humiliating event, she forgot all about being naked and having to face the boys in moments with all of her privates on display. All she could think about was the burning liquid inside her, fizzing and bubbling and making her have to shit so bad she couldn't stand it.

After forcing what seemed like a gallon of liquid into her, Courtney's mother closed the valve and disconnected the bag, leaving the nozzle in place serving as a butt plug, as it had on Emily Git. "Straighten up, you whiny, spoiled little brat," her mother snapped. 'Straighten up and turn to face the boys. Hands down on your bottom. Hold your cheeks shut. Any leaks and you'll be severely paddled, and you'll clean up the mess, too."

Straightening wasn't as easy as it might have sounded. The enema nozzle, serving now as a butt plug, felt enormous, and her butt hole felt like it was being stretched beyond all endurance. The liquid insider her rumbled and fizzed and shifted, raising new burning as it did. When she did straighten up, her butt felt like it was closed around a cylinder as big as her fist. Feeling stupid, she reached behind her and gently put a hand on each velvet, white butt cheek, pushing them together more and more firmly until they were squeezed tightly, jutting her vulva forward as her own butt muscles added their force to the task of holding the enema in. She stood there several moments, staring at the wall, dreading what her mother wanted her to do next.

"She isn't turning around! Make her turn around!" Matty suddenly blurted behind her. "I want to see!" But he didn't wait to see. Because the next second, he had darted around to the front of her and was staring openly at her exposed, forward-thrust vulva. He contemplated her crotch, his head not all that far above it, completely uncaring that his bottom half was naked and his little pointed finger of a penis was swaying and bobbing as he shifted from foot to foot. "Ewwwwwwwww," he said, looking at her crotch with horror. "Girls are disgusting!"

Courtney couldn't help it, she actually looked down at her crotch to see what was inspiring Matty's assessment. But she looked perfectly normal – a dense triangle of curly brown hair covered her pubic triangle. The outlines of her slit were visible through the hair, but only barely, like looking at someone through fog. She didn't think she looked that bad.

"Sit down, young man!" Courtney's mother snapped. "Girls are no more disgusting that dirty little boys like you.

"But she's split in half!" Matty countered. "And she's all red in there!"

"She looks like a girl's supposed to look," Courtney's mother snapped back. "Now if your stinky little butt isn't back on the floor over there in 5 seconds, it's going to feel my paddle in 6 seconds!"

With a little yelp, Matty darted back behind Courtney again. She actually heard the smack of his bare butt landing on the floor as he hastened to plop it back down, missed the carpet, and landed next to it on the bare concrete. "Hey, that's cold on my peenie!" he exclaimed.

"Good," his mother said. "Then you won't get any perverted ideas," his aunt said. "Courtney, stop stalling and turn to face the boys."

"But mother!" Courtney wailed. "You can't mean that! You can't let them see my – my everything!"

"It's only fair," Mrs. Snetch responded calmly. "You saw their 'everything' when they were punished."

"Chad even had to jerk off in front of her!" Jimmy said helpfully. "And pee, too! And Chad and Alan both had to wear diapers, and have them changed right in front of her. She even washed Alan's cock and balls when he got diaper changed once. She saw all of us boys' stuff! So she should have to show us!"

"There, you see," Mrs. Snetch said. "Now turn around, Courtney. And keep your hands on your bottom," her mother added when Courtney began reaching to cover her vulva with her hands. "Now," she added, when Courtney hesitated.

Courtney's heart began pounding, but her mother was reaching for the paddle, a fearsome affair she'd borrowed from the school that was at least a foot long and had nasty-looking holes drilled in the end. Slowly, flushing more deeply, she turned around, the boys' faces coming into view. First she saw Matty and Jeremy, sitting the farthest to her left, both grinning with glinting eyes that were focused on her midsection. The she caught sight of Alan, still looking more at the wall than at her and appearing uncomfortable. She saw Jimmy next as she kept turning, then Chad, next to Jimmy, and finally S. F. and Randy, on the right, both looking frankly at her crotch as it was revealed. The shame of her nudity flowed over her, and she looked at the floor. Her young pussy was wide open, now – the boys could see it all. She wondered if it was possible to fall through the floor.

"That's it? That's the big secret girls have?" Jeremy said scornfully. "You can't even see anything! It's all covered with hair!"

"That's true," Jimmy said. He seemed to have lost all fear and embarrassment at being there. "Some of us boys had to have our hair shaved off when we were punished. Alan did. And they shaved off S. F.'s hair, too, and he had a lot. Of course Chad and Randy don't have hair down there yet. Well, actually, Chad has some now, but he didn't then. And Randy's still bald. So they didn't get shaved. But lots of boys get shaved when they get punished, and since she'd getting the same punishments the boys got…" he trailed off, trying to read Mrs. Snetch's expression.

She almost glared at him, but her eyes were far away, as if she was looking at something in the distance. "Yes," she finally said. "Yes, you're right. Courtney's behavior is that of a spoiled little girl, and little girls shouldn't have hair down there. But I'm not sure shaving is the right thing – shaving leaves stubble. We want her as baby soft there as on her bottom." She thought a moment. "I believe I have just the thing, right in the house. Stay here, Courtney." She turned and went back into the kitchen, muttering, "Where did I put that home waxing kit…"

Tommy felt the rough, hard dick in his mount jerk and pulse, a splash of salty warmth touch his tongue, then hot, slimy fluid was spilling into his mouth, more than Chad had ever produced or than he had produced himself when Chad had been sucking him. He swallowed without thought, then swallowed again and again as the hard, pulsing tool in his mouth spilled smaller and smaller offerings into the back of his throat. At the last convulsion, the boy pushed Tommy's head roughly away. "Get your stupid slimy mouth off my dick," he said. "I'm done." Tommy settled back on his naked haunches, waiting to be told what to do next. He could taste the boy's essence in his mouth, slightly rank and male. He closed his mouth and gathered spit, swallowing again and again, and licking his suddenly dry lips between swallows.

"I can't believe you swallowed it, Dickless," the older boy said derisively. "You're sick." He looked down at his now soft, dangling organ, the head red and swollen from Tommy's efforts. He picked up Tommy's underwear from the floor and wiped his dick with it, then tossed the white cloth contemptuously aside. "Come here, boy," he said. In his mind, he was his powerful ex step father, and this boy was the weak, wussy little boy he'd been a couple of years ago. He settled onto his water bed on his butt, stretching his legs in front of him to make a long lap, letting his orgasm-elongated dick lie in the furrow made by his joined legs. "Come here and get over my knees, boy! I'm gonna toughen you up a bit by beating your ass until I'm ready to take you. Then I'll use you like a woman – and you'll see how a real man does it."

Tommy hesitated. His butt was still in pretty bad shape from all the spanking he'd gotten in the last few days. The boy glared at him. "I still got 20 minutes," he said. "You promised. I already gave you the disk." He shifted position, and his fat penis flopped onto the mattress with an audible thud. "You'll be sorrier if you wreck this for me. 'Cause I'm taking you one way or the other."

Tommy willed himself to move forward, in part because he was a little scared, and the fear made it more exciting. His dick was tight against his stomach, now, the head swollen and rampant, the erection so tight his pee slit was straining. He longed to touch it, but remembered the boy's prohibition and instead simply settled in spanking position over the boy's bare lap. His penis prodded the boy's bare leg, and the boy pushed him aside for a moment. "Man, you got your dick snot on my leg," he protested, pointing to a small, damp blotch in his inner thigh, about 6 inches from his crotch. "Lick it off," he ordered, grapping Tommy's head and forcing it down. Tommy mentally shrugged. What was licking off his own pre-cum compared to swallowing a whole load of Chad's, or this boy's copious output? He dutifully lapped the boy's leg clean, ignoring the salty taste of cum mixed with skin, and the boy settled him once more across his lap. "I'm gonna beat your ass, boy," the older boy declared again in an authoritarian voice. "Try to keep your yap shut and your bawling to yourself, or it will go worse for you."

It wasn't a bad spanking, as spankings went. The boy didn't give him love pats, the bare hand blows he scattered around Tommy's butt stung on his bruised bottom. But Tommy had suffered far worse when Gabriel had paddled him, and when Dakota had spanked him, and even when Chad and Jesse and Gabriel had taken turns at his butt in his room. Tommy bit his lip to silence any embarrassing grunts he might otherwise have made when they boy hit a particular tender spot – he'd been told to "Shut his yap," and that was what he intended to do. He found the other boy's power over him intoxicating, anyway. This boy barely older than his brother was dominating him, could force Tommy to take his adolescent cock in his mouth and suck it, could force him to swallow the boy's cum, could order him into the humiliating little boy spanking position and beat his butt, and he had to submit. Well, he was choosing to, that was part of the deal, but it was easy to pretend that he was the boy's slave, an indentured servant who'd grown up with the boy, perhaps, and the boy was beating his bare butt for his misdeeds prior to taking him to bed and reinforcing his dominance. Why couldn't Chad dominate him like this?

His dick throbbed against the boy's leg, digging its head into the boy's thigh gently every time the boy's hand landed on Tommy's butt. His butt tingled and stung, not unbearably as it had when Gabriel had paddled him, but with a heat that spread to his loins and made him harder and hornier. He began clenching his butt briefly after each of the boy's blows, because it felt right, like the thing to do. The boy responded by spanking Tommy somewhat harder, and the heat in Tommy's loins built even higher. It finally dawned on Tommy that he could feel the pressure low in his abdomen that he always felt when he had masturbated, or when his brother had sucked him, the same pressure he'd felt when spanking his best friend Jesse. At first he couldn't believe it – how could he be getting off on this – he was getting spanked! No one like to be spanked! Yet the pressure in him continued to build, liquid and full, and he began pumping his butt in earnest, the clenches tightening his penis and making the head swell against the boy's leg. It suddenly dawned on him that if the boy continued he might cum, right there on the boy's leg. Would the boy like that, or hate it? Would he be pleased, or would he actually become angry and perhaps hurt Tommy seriously. He didn't care. He wanted to cum – he wanted to as badly as he had when he'd been up Jesse's butt, Jesse's hot, tight butt that had clenched his dick so hard. And then he remembered the day before. Jesse had wanted to be spanked, and Tommy had obliged. And his Tommy's dick thrust hard into the boy's leg, and his body threatened to erupt, he suddenly understood why.

The boy suddenly stopped spanking him and yanked him by his shoulder, turning him over. Pointing accusingly at Tommy's rock hard dick, waving in the air, he growled menacingly, sounding like an older man.

"You perverted little wuss! Don't you dare think you can cum on me when I'm punishing you! Don't you think I can tell when a boy's humping me? Now you're going to pay! I'm ready, now, anyway, so you're going to pay but good! I'm gonna ream you, boy! Do you hear me? I'm going to ream you but good!" He pushed Tommy roughly into the mattress, face down, and straddled Tommy's butt. His penis was hard again, sticking straight out, the head swelling. Spitting contemptuously on his hand, some of it flying onto Tommy's back, he began messaging his dick, making it glisten as Tommy watched, slightly afraid, over his shoulder. Now, too late to stop it, he was beginning to wonder whether this had been a good idea after ll. His dick was buried in the kid's waterbed, still raging hard and throbbing, feeling like he might still cum even though he was a bit worried about what was coming. What if the kid really did rip his butt hole open? He was still sore from Beth's mistreatment of him, not to mention Naomi the artist's invasions of his hole. The older kid's dick looked huge looming over his butt, huge and hard. But at least the kid was lubricating himself copiously, spitting again and again on his hand and soaking his dick with it. Next, he pried Tommy's now red and throbbing buns apart roughly and leaned forward, hawking and spitting again, this time into Tommy's crack. Tommy felt the wetness on his hole and the surrounding area, drooling down between his legs and soaking the back of his scrotum. His penis ached to be touched, but his heart raced. What if it hurt a lot? He couldn't stop it once the boy started.

"Um,…" Tommy began to say.

"Shut your yap, boy!" the older teen snapped. He leaned forward and stretched across Tommy's body, his weight surprisingly heavy, pinning Tommy down. Tommy could feel the hard, hot cylinder of the teen's burgening young manhood sliding easily into his crack. Reaching down awkwardly, the boy parted Tommy's butt with one hand right over his asshole, shifting his body until the wet, cold head of a his dick brushed Tommy's asshole, then found the center and slipped into the mild depression there. The boy began pushing, harder and harder, and Tommy's butthole resisted, simply sinking more and more deeply between his buns. Tommy grunted. It was starting to hurt, all that pressure. He was almost on the verge of thrashing, screaming to get off, that it had been a mistake, when he remembered something Jesse had said. You have to push out. Push out, like you're trying to go to the bathroom, that's what Jesse had said. Push out, and you relax, and it slips right in. Tommy fought the urge to clench, and pushed, like he was trying to take a dump. His anal ring suddenly gave way under the intruder's onslaught, and there was a burning, almost tearing feeling, and then hot, hard wetness suddenly swelled inside him, forcing itself in until it felt like the mother of all dumps was just inside his butt, with a big, hard turd stuck in his hole refusing to go out. He gasped and bit the pillow near his face, bit it hard as the pain swelled and the receded just a bit. At the same time, paradoxically, his own dick swelled again, the pressure at its base intensifying as if pushed from the inside.

He was just beginning to think the pain was going away when the boy began reversing roughly, pulling his penis back out, and Tommy's asshole shrilled complaint anew. Tommy bit his own hand this time to keep from squealing, but the boy was already pushing back in again, and the pain stabbed Tommy again, along with the fullness. As the boy reached his deepest, Tommy felt a thrill of almost pleasure, a powerful fullness right at the base of his cock, inside him, like he was moments from orgasm. But then they boy pulled his cock out again, mercilessly, and the pain shot through his rectum once more. Tommy bit his hand but cried out anyway, and the boy yanked his hair from behind. "I said, shut your yap and take it, bitch!" he growled, and Tommy did, biting on his hand and holding the pillow to his face. Once more the huge invader slammed into him, but this time the boy didn't pull out – he arched his back to drive himself even deeper into Tommy, his pubic hair soft against Tommy's still tingling butt, his dick stretching Tommy's butt hole unbearably as it pulsed and pulsed, and Tommy could swear he felt gallons of liquid shooting hot inside him. I wonder if this is how girls feel when they get fucked? He suddenly found himself wondering, while at the same time the pain came in waves. But then, suddenly, the pain turned to urgency, and need, and then uncontrollable pleasure as his own dick spasmed and unloaded, trapped between his belly and the mattress, wetness gushing into the tight space, hot and slimy, and he was grunting along with the boy, his body emptying itself and his rectum contracting despite his pain, squeezing hard on the intruder. The boy's dick finished its last few pulses, but Tommy's kept pulsing several more times, then the pleasure ended abruptly as the boy pulled out of him and rolled off, Tommy's asshole screaming in pain again as it was stretched. The other boy ignored him, getting up and padding out of the room.

Tommy lay on his stomach, panting from the joint effects of orgasm and with the sharp but gradually receding anal pain. He felt spent, and dirty, and not just because he was lying in a puddle of his own slime against the waterbed mattress. He'd been used, like a girl was used – he'd been invaded, defiled, and discarded. He kept his face buried in the pillow. His butt throbbed, and his butt hole was just a shade below unbearably painful, but at least the pains weren't stabbing any more. He felt back gingerly, carefully parted his butt with one hand, wincing as his buttocks complained, then probed his butt hole gently with the other hand. He shuddered in fear when his fingers came away wet, but when he got the courage to look, it was only spit or cum on his fingers, or perhaps a combo of both, not blood. His butt hole felt puffy, but it wasn't torn. Letting his butt close, he rolled over onto his back. The older boy came back into the room.

"Get up, you little bitch," he said. "Clean up that mess. Then get out." He tossed a roll of paper towels in Tommy's direction. Tommy looked down. A string of viscous goo extended from the head of his cock to the mattress, almost touching his hip. He began unfurling towels and wiping himself and the bed, throwing the soiled ones in the trash can by the mattress. The boy had gone again – Tommy could hear water running in the bathroom. The boy was taking a shower, washing the essence of Tommy off him, probably. Now that his ardor was spent, Tommy felt mildly guilty and ashamed, and he wondered if the other boy felt ashamed, too, and that was why he was already washing himself. Tommy finished wiping things – the boy's bed still had a wet spot in it, but he couldn't do anything about that. He rose, bending to pick up his underpants. They felt slightly damp where they boy had wiped his dick, but Tommy put them on – he was the boy's bitch, after all, and wearing damp underpants was what he deserved. His butt hole kept twitching as it burned and tingled, and the lower part of his rectum burned, too, in farther than he'd have thought the other boy's cock could reach, certainly deeper than Gabriel or Elvin had gone. He finished dressing and slipped on his shoes. They water was still running in the bathroom, and the door was closed. Tommy walked to the boy's dresser and looked into the mirror. His hair was tousled and there was a wet smear by his cheek. He picked up another paper towel and wiped it vigorously. He tucked his shirt tail in neatly. There was no visible sign of what he'd done, other than his necessary caution in walking. No sign at all. Nothing about him screamed that he as a dirty cock-sucker, or someone who let other boys butt fuck him and liked it so much he came himself when it happened. No sign of the pervert he was at all. No sign he'd let himself be another boy's bitch, had volunteered for the job. He turned from the mirror. The water in the bathroom had shut off, and the bathroom door suddenly opened, the boy sticking his head around, his body hidden modestly behind it.

"You still here?" the boy said, sneering. "You'd better get your candy ass out of here, bitch! If you're still here when I come out, I won't be so gentle next time."

"Right," Tommy said softly. "Bye." But the boy had already closed the bathroom door again, and Tommy was talking to himself. Tommy's rectum felt stirred up, like a whole handful of worms was wiggling in there, trying to worm their way out of his butt hole into his underpants. Even having a plaster cast of his own dick up his butt hadn't stirred him up this much. But his thoughts were more stirred than his lower colon. Because he had cum on the bed while he was being butt fucked. And it had hurt, it had hurt a lot. But he'd liked it. He'd never come like that before. He'd liked it. And he wanted to do it again. And he wondered if Jesse's little dick, smaller than his own, was up to what he needed.