Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 94
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 94: Family Secrets

Chad was waiting his turn. He was naked, still, but it wasn't so bad any more. After all, he was in a room where people were often naked, the bathroom, and the room itself was full of naked people, including three other boys and, most significantly, a girl. Courtney Snetch was sitting in a bathtub full of hot water and soapsuds, crying softly as her cousin Jeremy slowly and sensuously ran a bar of soap around and around her small, pert breasts. He'd already stimulated the nipples erect, so that they were hard little knobs under his stroking hands. He appeared to be in seventh heaven, and was clearly enjoying his cousin's distress. "How do you like it now?" he commented to Courtney in a peevish tone. "You think it's so funny when Matty and I have to take our pants off to get spanked. You like pulling our peenies then. How do you like it when it's your stuff being pulled?" He gave an erect nipple a tweak with his free hand, looking furtively at his aunt as he did. His aunt frowned a bit but didn't stop him, so, encouraged, he squeezed the nipple harder, giving it a good yank. Courtney stiffened but looked away from him, continuing her soft weeping. He looked over his shoulder. "Last time I got spanked, when that other girl said I hit her? Courtney yanked my peenie about 10 times. And she let that dumb other girl in the corner do it, too. It hurt!" He gave Courtney's other nipple a harder tweak, pulling the small appendage out, stretching the breast tissue visibly, while furtively glancing at his aunt's face again. She crossed her arms but still didn't admonish him.

"She probably wouldn't even notice it if you didn't get a stiffy all the time," his brother Matty said. "You can't expect her to ignore your peenie when it's sticking out like a coat hanger!"

"Yeah, but you started it," Jeremy said, stopping his soaping of Courtney's pert breasts for a moment. "You're the one who hung my Cardinals hat on it!"

"It was funny," Matty responded, giggling. "Your hat was on the couch where I wanted to sit, and there was a hook ready to hang it on. It was freaking hilarious!"

"Don't say 'freaking!'" his aunt admonished him. "Everyone knows what word you mean when you say that."

"Besides, it needed covering up," Matty continued as Jeremy went back to carefully circling first one breast and then the other with soap. "It's ugly."

"It looks just like yours," Jeremy retorted. He pinched a nipple again, a little harder this time, just to see Courtney's reaction, and to see how far he could push his aunt. Courtney continued silently crying, and his aunt continued frowning but didn't stop him. "Only mine's bigger 'cause I'm older."

"No it's not," Matty said. "It's just the same size as mine. And older kids don't always have bigger peenies - he doesn't!" He indicated Chad's partially erect, immature penis, dangling at an angle about an inch from his body. Jimmy looked across at Chad's penis, since Matty was talking about it.

"Oh, yeah," he said remembering. "I took it off while you were deciding whether to get undressed or not," he said. "I didn't want to have to explain it," he added to the room. "I put it in my pants pocket."

"Chad has a penis ring," Jimmy said to Mrs. Snetch and Courtney's cousins. "He got it when he was being punished, but he kept it 'cause it's cool."

"A WHAT!" Matty exclaimed. Jeremy dropped the soap right into Courtney's crotch. He groped for it, giving his cousin's bare, now hairless snatch a good feel while pretending to have trouble picking the soap up.

"A what?" he said, echoing his brother, mainly to forestall his aunt admonishing him for the excessiveness of his groping. Chad marveled at how far he was willing to push her.

"It's just a gold ring," Chad said.

"It goes through a hole under the head of his dick," Jimmy volunteered. "We didn't get to see him get it put in, but the 6th graders did. They used a machine to just punch it right through."

"Did he bleed a lot?" Matty said. His penis began hardening visibly.

"Not too much," Jimmy said. "At least, he wasn't bleeding 10 minutes later when he was naked in the play yard."

"They probably put an astringent on it to stop the bleeding," Mrs. Snetch said. "They do that with difficult piercings."

Matty grabbed his small penis protectively. "Didn't it hurt?" he asked.

"Yeah," Chad admitted. "But everything else hurt by then, anyway, so it wasn't that big a deal."

Mrs. Snetch reached out and pulled Matty's hands away from his crotch, giving his right hand a little slap. "No touching yourself in public, Matthew," she admonished. "That's a private behavior only."

"I wasn't touching myself," Matty retorted. "I was just... okay, I was touching it, but just because..." his voice trailed off. "I don't have to get one when I'm 13, do I?" he asked plaintively.

"We'll see how well you behave yourself," his aunt snapped back. Matty immediately straightened his posture, demonstrating a willingness to be cooperative.

Chad turned his attention back to Courtney in the tub, noticing, now, that Jeremy had regained his hard on. He wondered if the boy's aunt would comment, but apparently, being to the far side of the room talking to Mrs. Git, she didn't see Jeremy's upturned little cock. Chad glanced down at his own crotch involuntarily, confirming again that he was neither a button-weenie nor fully aroused, but still only mildly enlarged and hanging like a normal boy. Jimmy, standing next to Chad, was equally soft and unaroused, his bigger dick hanging like a wobbly sausage. Jimmy's job was through already - he'd taken his time washing Courtney's hair as roughly as he could, yanking on strands, digging in fingernails, and generally doing all he could to inspire the crying that Courtney was doing now. This, of course, had come only after he'd squatted at the toilet and wiped Courtney's pussy and butt crack repeatedly, pressing hard with his fingers, digging deeply into her slit, and clearly enjoying the feel of her private areas even through the tissue. He'd probably still be wiping her if Mrs. Snetch hadn't called a halt eventually and directed them to the tub that Mrs. Git had been helpfully filling during that time.

Mrs. Snetch nudged Jeremy with the shower wand. "Time to rinse, Jeremy," she ordered. Jeremy rose, rather reluctantly, and took the wand, rinsing Courtney from the shoulders down, admiring the water rolling down her curves and off her nipples like a pair of tiny little dicks peeing. "Look, I've got pruny fingers," he said to the room, holding up both hands. His brother walked over by the tub and stood there looking at a loss.

"How can I wash her bottom if she's sitting on it?" he asked his aunt.

"Have her stand up, of course," his aunt said. "Courtney, stand up and face the back wall so your cousin can wash your dirty bottom thoroughly. Believe me, you'll want her to be clean back their when it's time to punish her. It makes the process so much more distasteful." She looked meaningfully at Matty, who didn't seem to grasp her implication and smiled back.

After being prodded twice more, Courtney finally stood up, sobbing openly, and faced the back wall of the tub. Matty, to Chad's surprise, stepped right over the side of the tub with first one foot and then they other, his little butt flexing and allowing his butt hole to wink at the rest of the room's audience with each step. Chad wondered how his brother Tommy would have reacted to the glimpses he'd gotten of the other boy's anus - he himself was curious but not sexually excited by the quick flashing of another boy's butt hole, but Tommy seemed to have a stronger interest in that area, it seemed to him. He thought, for a moment, about all the butt stuff his brother had done to him when he was being punished. That very first afternoon, when he'd come home in punishment underpants, the first thing his brother hand done was take Chad across his lap and spread his buns to look at his butt hole. He'd touched Chad's hole, probed it, and even slid a finger inside Chad's rectum. He'd watched avidly when Chad had been forced to evacuate his enema on all fours on the patio. He'd gazed at Chad's anus avidly for some time every time he'd spanked Chad. And when Tommy was mad at Jesse and wanted to strike back, what had he done? He'd gone immediately for the other boy's butt hole. That the other boy was Gabriel instead of Jesse didn't change the fact that it was the other boy's butt his own brother had gone for.

Meanwhile, Matty was soaping Courtney's butt cheeks with glee, creating massive amounts of lather. But in moments he turned to the room with a frown. "She won't let me in," he complained. "I have to wash her inside, but she won't let me in."

"Courtney, bend down and grasp your ankles," her mother snapped. "Do it now. And spread your legs apart a bit. Your cousin needs to make sure your rectal area is spotless for your spanking."

Sobbing more loudly, Courtney complied, her rounded, feminine butt spreading as she bent to reveal a deep butt crack. The round, firm cheeks of her bottom framed the tight asterisk of her butt hole. Below, with her legs apart, a goodly chunk of the girl's smooth, freshly waxed pussy thrust backwards at the boys. Matty leaned over the spread expanse of her butt and began soaping her anus immediately.

Chad feasted his eyes on the view from this angle of an honest to goodness, naked, attractive young girl. Courtney's butt hole was surprising ordinary looking - it could have been any boy's butt hole, or any girl's. It was pinker than the skin of her crack, but not as pink as the tissue visible in the center of her genitals, of course. It reminded Chad of Alan's butt hole, really, in that it was about the same color and shape and size. But Alan's butt hole had surmounted smooth skin disappearing between his legs until it reached the wrinkled darker mass of his scrotum, a long expanse with a ridge running straight down the middle, not a pink slit beginning right under the hole itself. And now that Chad knew about girls, and boys, and what boys' and girls' genitals were for, he couldn't think of anything else but the mental picture of him walking up behind Courtney, just as she was now, and plunging his now hard cock inside that slit, into that place that was made for boys, was there for only that purpose, to be a place for boys to put their cocks. A place for sex. A place for fucking. He let the forbidden, delicious word echo in his head. This was Courtney's place for fucking. This was the place you fucked her. You stuck your hard dick into her there, and you fucked her. He almost shivered with the naughtiness of it. It was such a dirty thing to do - to stick the thing you peed with into the place where she peed, too, both places right next to where you pooped. It was dirty, it was shocking, and it was incredibly arousing as a thought. He was rock hard in an instant. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he wasn't alone - Jimmy was rock hard again, too, and Matty's hard on was prodding Courtney in the side as he worked a bar of soap round and round her anus. Chad risked a quick glance at Jeremy, only to discover to his amazement that Jeremy was actually openly fingering the tip of his immature cocklet as he stared at his cousin's privates. He thought about warning the boy to stop, to not push his aunt too far.

"Jeremy Wilson Kroup!" a female voice suddenly barked. Too late - the kid was screwed, now. He felt regret -- Chad was starting to like the daring smaller boy with genitals even more immature than his own. "Just what do you think you're doing, young man?" his aunt continued.

"I think that's pretty obvious," Mrs. Git said lightly. "What any boy would be doing in this situation." Jeremy had frozen, his hand still gripping the tip of his hard cock, pulling the foreskin in mid stroke. He dropped his throbbing little cock like it was a hot potato. "Um, I, um.... I had an itch," he said lamely, fear creeping into his voice.

"Oh, you had an itch all right," Mrs. Snetch said. "And I know just what sort of itch. The sort of itch that involves having immoral thoughts about your cousin. Your own cousin! Come here!" She flipped down the toilet seat and plopped down on it. Jeremy moved slowly her direction. His face had gone white.

"Oh, don't be so hard on the boy," Mrs. Git said. "They really can't help it, you know! They're all just a giant mass of hormones!"

"Hormones, shmoremones," Mrs. Snetch said. She glared at Jimmy and pointed at her lap. Jimmy, moving like a zombie, obediently settled on her lap, tilting his already bare butt up toward her hand. He clearly was frightened, and his butt betrayed that by trembling gently. "You saw his practically empty sack! He hasn't even started puberty yet. So it's not his hormones - he's just a sex-crazed little pervert, and he's seeing how far he can push me. He does it quite calculatingly and deliberately. Well, now you know how far! She's his cousin, after all!"

"But it's an involuntary reaction,..." Mrs. Git said. She would have gone on, but Mrs. Snetch cut the discussion short by commencing a short but quite hard spanking of Jeremy's poor, unprotected little butt, striking rapidly and sharply. Jeremy bit his lip and blinked back tears as the tattoo of slaps landed on his bare bottom, trying to appear tough in front of these strange boys, managing to endure the entire spanking with nothing more than a few grunts and grimaces. His butt was bright red and splotchy when his aunt yanked him to his feet, and his face as red and splotchy, too, eyes bright with tears, but he hadn't cried. His aunt looked pointedly at his little penis, and Jimmy and Chad followed suit. Jeremy's boyhood was a dangling, pointed finger again, and she nodded, appearing pleased. "That's better," she said. He looked at Mrs. Git. "I didn't punish him for having an erection. I punished him because he was masturbating to his cousin's nudity, and then he lied about it."

"I didn't lie, I swear!" Jeremy said, his voice rough and breaking. "I didn't even notice I was touching myself, honest!"

"So make sure it doesn't happen again," Mrs. Snetch said. She looked at Matty, who'd barely given his brother a glance during his spanking but had concentrated on working the soap over every inch of his cousin's bare butt. He was working, now, quite diligently on trying to force the end of the soap into her butt hole. As his aunt's eyes focused on him, he finally succeeded. Courtney's well-lubricated, soapy orifice gave up and let the slippery intruder in, half the bar of soap, now just a finger-sized sliver, disappearing into her body. Matty noticed his aunt's frown.

"Just getting her clean in there," he said cheerfully. "She used to do that with us when she gave us baths. "Gotta wash the poopy hole!" she used to say.

"Did she?" Mrs. Snetch said. "Well, then, I guess it must be the thing to do, right Courtney? As the young man said, 'what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.' Here, Matty. That bar is kind of small - try this one." She handed her nephew a cylindrical decorative soap from the display on the sink, a phallic-shaped chunk that was supposed to be some sort of decorative flower but had lost its shape. "Get this one good and soft and well lathered on the end, then shove it in your cousin's bottom and leave it there."

"Nooooooo!" Courtney wailed from between her legs, but Matty was already working up a good lather on the cylindrical bar by rubbing it energetically on her butt cheeks.

Mrs. Snetch looked at each nephew in turn. "So," she said. "Tell me more about what Courtney used to do when she gave you baths."

"I guess," Matty said, now lining the slimy tip of the soap up against Courtney's tense orifice. "That and the peenie tickles."

Jeremy glared at his brother, who was concentrating on his imminent entry of Courtney's butt hole and ignoring him. Mrs. Snetch's eyes bored into him. "Peenie tickles?" she asked.

"it's nothing," Jeremy said. "I don't know what Matty is talking about."

Matty looked up from where he'd been trying to push the soap piece into Courtney's tightened, resisting anus. "Sure you do, Jeremy," he said cheerfully. "She used to tickle our peenies after the bath. You know - she dried us off, and had us sit in our towels beside her on the bath mat. Then she'd tickle our peenies at the same time and see which one of us gave up first."

"Really," Mrs. Snetch said, and it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Oh, yeah," Matty said. "That's how Jeremy and I found out that it feels good to tickle your peenie - she showed us."

"Really," Mrs. Snetch said again. "Well, I've always wondered why you two were so focused on your boy parts. But now it's all becoming clear."

"I always won," Matty said. "Because mine would get all tingly and then too tickly quicker than Jeremy's. So I used to get my pajamas on while she finished with Jeremy."

"Really," Mrs. Snetch said. "So what you're saying, Matthew, is that my daughter was initiating sex with her cousins when you were still little boys." She frowned, then got up from the toilet and strode to the tub. "Let me help you with that, Matthew," she said. "Sometimes these things take a firmer hand." Shoving his small hand aside, she grabbed the cylindrical piece of soap and crammed it forcibly into her daughter's resisting anus. It sank in quickly, and to the watching boys' amazement, she continued pushing, burying her index finger to the hilt as she shoved the soap deep into her daughter's anus. Courtney squealed, straightening up and gripping her buttocks with both hands as she shook with discomfort.

"Get it out! Get it out! It burns!" she wailed.

"Good," Mrs. Snetch said. "Don't worry - you'll only notice the burning for awhile, then you're bum will hurt so much you won't even be aware of the soap anymore." She turned away from Courtney, who was still standing at attention with her butt squeezed tightly and tears flowing down her cheeks. "This has been a very revealing afternoon. Finally I understand why my nephews are sex-crazed perverts - my own daughter did it!" She pointed to Chad. "You!" she barked. "Get over here and wash her dirty privates! And be very, very thorough—she's a very dirty girl! Meanwhile, I'll find select another piece of soap for that orifice, too!"

Tommy Henson approached his own front door in the growing gloom of evening. There were lights on in the house - his sister and his cousins were in there, he was sure. Waiting for him. And an evening of punishment was in there, too, waiting for him. Humiliating, painful punishment. Punishment that perhaps he deserved for forcibly butt fucking his cousin. Yet Gabriel had more or less forgiven him - had indicated that, other than expecting a few more bouts of having his horny, pointed, brown little penis sucked by Tommy, he was done. Dakota, fiercely protective of her brother, he was less sure about - she'd said they still had business together, but she'd also said Beth was going too far.

And Beth? Beth would torture him forever if she could, he decided. Just like she did his brother, when he'd been punished. Beth wasn't going to let this go, not at all. Beth probably had some fiendish torture planned for him already, some horrible procedure that would result in more searing pain for his abused butt, or his swollen rectum, or, even worse, his sensitive penis and his vulnerable balls. And he'd have to take it, because he had no choice - he couldn't have his mother know about his horrible transgression. He'd lose her support, he'd lose his favored stance in the household over Chad, he'd lose...

He'd lose her respect, and her view of him as a sweet, innocent boy. She'd see him as he was - a horny, disgusting, sex-crazed pubescent youth. She'd find out he liked boys, and craved sex with them. She'd realize Jesse was now much more than just a friend, and what would she think of their sleepovers then? He'd seen the scorn with which she'd regarded Chad for his transgressions, but his own were ten times worse than his brother's, and he didn't think he could stand that level of derision. Squaring his shoulders, he slowly opened the front door. Whatever his sister had planned for him, he'd do it. Anything to keep Mom from finding out what he was really like.

Beth leaned out of the kitchen door as she heard him enter and looked down the hallway at him. "'Bout time," she growled. "Got to your room and take every stitch off, then stand in your corner until we get there," she said. "We're finishing dinner. Whether you get any depends upon how good you are over the next hour."

In his room moments later, Tommy found himself carefully folding each item of clothing and stacking them neatly on his bed. Was Wayne rubbing off onto him? As his sister had not forbade him from visiting the bathroom, he'd raced there and peed, emptying himself completely in case he was denied bathroom time in the near future. Then he'd run to his room so that he'd been obediently naked in the corner when his sister arrived. He carefully folded his underpants, frowning as he noticed the wet circle low on the fly, where the tip of his penis had rested. You just couldn't shake off every drop, no matter how hard you tried. He turned the underpants over to hide the wet spot, then laid his folded shirt on top to hide it further. Then he walked naked toward the open corner in his and Chad's room, the corner he'd so cheerfully sent Chad to when he'd been the one torturing his brother. Poor Chad. He'd been a real prick to his brother. He'd make it up to Chad, now, though, he swore. This very night. Gabriel would insist on his little-boy dick being sucked, he knew, but then Tommy would insist on sucking Chad, as well. It was no more than he deserved, after all. Tommy knew how good it felt to be sucked - he'd had Chad suck his own almost 3-inch dick enough, after all. And then Elvin had taught him the kind of heights a dedicated cock sucker could send a boy to, and he'd taken the lesson to heart, trying out Elvin's tricks on his buddy Jesse after butt fucking him on Sunday. He wanted Chad to have that pleasure, too. He wanted Chad to have it over and over. He loved his brother, he realized. Despite his past cruelties and his explosive temper, Chad was a good guy, and a good brother. Stepping into the corner, Tommy laced his fingers behind his head, trying to appear the good boy awaiting his fate, standing naked in the corner. Whatever Beth wanted, he'd do it. Just as he'd done what the strange older boy had wanted when being his slave this afternoon. He could still feel the unsettled stirring the boy had created in his rectum with his frenzied humping. The boy's longer dick had filled him more fully, so it was more unsettling but also more stimulating, and it had made him hot with desire. And he remembered, vividly, the feel of the boy's cock in his mouth, and his excited helplessness as the boy had gripped his head and cum into Tommy's throat. Yes, being punished by his sister, by his brother, even by his cousins was exactly what he deserved. He wondered if she'd have Gabriel paddle him again. His butt was still scarred and sore from the paddling in front of the Girl Scouts, yet he found the idea of Gabriel, or Jesse, and Chad taking control of him and paddling him strangely exciting. Maybe holding him down by his dick, or even his dick and balls while he was paddled. Funny, the thought of being spanked by Beth or even Dakota didn't seem to have that same effect - he rather dreaded being ordered over his sister's lap, and the thought of being paddled by his mom, as Chad had been - well, he didn't want to think about it, it filled him so with shame. But if Gabriel were to tell him he was going to be paddled, and Chad and Jesse and Wayne were watching...

Wayne? Where had that come from? Why would he want Wayne to see his shame? He'd dominated Wayne! He'd talked Wayne into letting himself be taken up the butt, and he should feel contempt when he thought of Wayne. Yet the image he was creating was of Wayne seated on a sturdy chair, wrapping the fingers of his left hand around Tommy's hard dick, pulling him down across Wayne's lap. Wayne was wearing blue jeans in this fantasy, and Tommy could feel the rough fabric against his front. And then Wayne had a paddle in his hand, a round thing like a ping-pong paddle, and he was raising it high and warning Tommy that he was going to blister Tommy's butt....

Whoa! He was hard, and that wasn't acceptable—Beth would probably have a cow. He'd need to get himself down before she came in. He hoped he'd have time....

The door banged open behind him, startling him. "Ready or not, here we come!" Beth sing-songed. Tommy turned his head to look over his shoulder. Beth was standing in the room, Gabriel and Dakota standing together slightly behind her. She was holding some sort of tarp in one hand. And in the other, she had an odd cylinder about a foot long with a pipe attached to the top of it. She tossed the tarp on the floor. "Spread that out," she said to the other two. They immediately got to work, laying the tarp out to make a square about 4 foot on a side. "Put your butt in the middle of that," Beth ordered.

Tommy, moving slowly, came across the room and settled his bare butt on the tarp. He was acutely aware of his cock pointing first left and then right as he walked, still rock hard and orange in color. Dakota and Gabriel were already sitting on the floor at the sides of the tarp, looking interested in the proceedings. He felt a vague unease, not knowing what was coming. Well, it didn't involve his butt, apparently, because he was sitting on it. So no spanking. Beth pushed his chest, making him settle back on his elbows in a reclining position on his back. "Spread your legs," she said next. She set the blue cylinder topped by the pipe down.

"What's that?" Tommy said, his voice cracking to betray his nervousness.

"Sit on his legs, guys," Beth said to her cousins. She looked Tommy in the eye. "If you hold still, you'll be uncomfortable, but nothing too bad will happen. If you struggle, though - well, I suggest you don't struggle, and hold as still as possible."

Two firm but clothed butts settled on Tommy's legs, Dakota's more feminine shape feeling somewhat softer. Tommy looked at the blue cylinder with apprehension. "What's that?" he asked.

"Remember how we discovered you boys have all that unsightly hair on your private areas?" Beth asked. "I'm going to take care of that." She pointed to the cylinder topped by the pipe. "With this." Casually, watching Tommy's face, she picked up the cylinder and turned a knob on the pipe. Then she pressed her finger on a button next to the knob. There was a whoosh, and a blue flame darted out the top, hissing madly. Heat rose off the tip. "This is a propane torch," she said. "It's very hot. Hot enough solder pipes together, if you hold the flame on them. Hot enough to burn your little dingus to a crisp if I hold it there. But held back a ways, and moved quickly..." She paused, savoring the horrified look on Tommy's face. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she chided. "I'm not using the torch head - it's got a flame spreader on it so it's not so hot. It won't really burn you, at least not enough to make blisters. But it probably won't be comfortable." She smirked at her brother happily, then, in a surprise move, she waved the torch quickly past Gabriel's exposed arm. Dark Latino arm hair shriveled in an instant, and the smell of burnt hair filled the room. Gabriel jerked his arm back with a yelp, half rising off of Tommy's legs.

"Oh, he's not hurt," Beth said breezily. "Not as long as I keep it far enough away, and move it fast."

"Did too hurt," Gabriel said indignantly. "I can still feel it. It tingles. Like being spanked through your pants."

"Or like a sunburn," Beth asked. "Sunburned dicky. I like it. Now sit. If you hold him still, I guarantee that all he'll get is a sunburn on his little doodle. But if he gets to lurching around, I might touch him somewhere delicate with the tip of the flame spreader, and that would make a nasty blister for sure. And there are a lot of places down here that you wouldn't want blisters," she added. She flicked the end of Tommy's penis with her finger to emphasize the point. The organ itself was still hard and pointing upward, curving slightly toward Tommy's head. In fact, had he not been recently voided, he might have peed on his face in that instant. "Ready, little brother?" she asked. "Let's get those hairs. Hold still and maybe we won't burn little Tommy and his two pudgy friends. At least, not too badly."

"Shouldn't we put something on his skin to protect it, first?" Dakota suddenly said. "Something to make him moist, so he doesn't burn easily? You mom isn't going to be happy if you set her precious little boy's dick on fire."

Beth frowned. She'd been in the act of picking the torch up and she set it down again. "We'd have to think about that," she said. "We'd have to use something water based—we couldn't use anything with much oil in it - oil burns if it gets too hot. And certainly nothing with alcohol in it. Although it has to get pretty hot, like 500 degrees. But best not to take any chances." She got up and sauntered from the room. Gabriel raised his eyebrows at Dakota, telegraphing a question.

"She's not going to hurt him seriously, I think," she said in answer to her brother's unasked question. "She's just going to do what she said, singe the hair off him. He'll be bald as a baby, and a little warm, but that's it." She turned to face Tommy. "No more than you deserve. You're such a big baby - Gabriel's so much tougher than you. I like that he made you bawl on Saturday - it was funny." She reached over and batted Tommy's erect penis, hitting it hard enough to make it slap his belly before popping back up to circle the air. "You and I have some unfinished business - we'll talk later when Beth is occupied."

"But Gabriel already punished me," Tommy protested.

 Beth breezed back into the room. "Here we go," she said. She handed Dakota a white tube. "Sunscreen. Designed to prevent burns, and water based to boot. Rub it all over his crotch and his skin will be good and moist when I burn the hairs off him."

The next few minutes were oddly stimulating and frightening at the same time for Tommy. On the one hand, Dakota was messaging his genital region with both hands in a most enticing fashion, and his body was responding despite all the things that should have mitigated against such responding, including:

1) He'd had an incredible orgasm in Wayne's butt less than an hour before, 2) Dakota was his cousin, and thus considered totally out of bounds by his society, 3) He'd only recently realized it, but he preferred people with stiff, jutting appendages to these split crotch types, 4) And, most essential of all, his sister was about to take a scary, hot torch and play it all over his genitals.

Nonetheless, his body was responding. He couldn't suppress the butt clenches that Dakota was milking out of him as she busily rubbed lotion into his penile shaft and around his balls. Although he was aware of his vulnerability down there as she rubbed lotion into his balls, it felt good, and she was being surprisingly careful to work around his balls rather than pressing on them. Thus, he was rather disappointed when she stopped rubbing his crotch and set back, settling her firm butt once again on his leg.

"Ready?" Beth said cheerily, bringing the torch back to life with a rather scary "whoosh." Tommy stared, mesmerized at the blue flame, watching it flicker and shift as Beth waved the torch before his eyes. "Burnie, burnie, she said teasingly. She shifted over to his midsection, his stiff penis still throbbing over his slightly glistening crotch. Studying his crotch with the torch held aloft, she studied are target. As she did, a tremor started in Tommy, a sort of shiver that began with his buttocks and quickly took over his body, until he was shivering uncontrollably, the tip of his penis trembling. He hugged himself tightly with his arms across his chest, but the trembling increased. Beth smiled. "Scary, isn't it?" she said cheerfully. "Now let's do it." She flicked her hand, the flame flying through space and skimming quickly across tight right side of Tommy's pubic triangle. Tommy felt a quick flash of heat, almost unbearable but not quite, and, at the same time, the smell of burning hairs intensified in the room. He yelped and jerked upright.

"Wuss," said Dakota dismissively.

"Definitely," Gabriel agreed.

"You'd take it like a man," Dakota said.

"Damn straight," Gabriel agreed.

"Good," Beth said. "Because after I do brother's crotch and his bung hole, you're next."

"Hush up," his sister said. "A little butt grooming will do you good - I've seen your bare crack, remember? I know how you wipe."

"But...I don't...." Gabriel stuttered. He wished, frantically, that Chad was here. He didn't know how, but somehow, Chad would have made it better.

"What happened to taking it like a man?" Dakota chided him. Gabriel lapsed into a somewhat fearful silence.

"I'm just a little boy," he finally said in a small voice.

"Damn straight," Dakota retorted.

Beth took her time with Tommy's genitals, flicking the flame here and there, always slow enough to feel uncomfortable, fast enough that he didn't feel like screaming. She'd study his crotch, spot tiny hairs she'd missed, then flick the torch over them and study him again. Finally, as Tommy was feeling like his crotch was suffering from intense sunburn, she pronounced him hair free and "bald as a newborn baby boy." But Tommy's relief was short lived, because what Beth called his "bung hole" was next. Tommy was ordered up on all fours, then instructed to lower his head and rest it on his arms, jutting his butt out.

"His butt looks worse," Dakota pronounced once he was in the humiliating position for his next hair treatment. She was sitting on his left calf, Gabriel his right. His legs had been spread widely by his sister, who was approaching him with the torch from between the two seated kids. "I'm not sure he can take any more spankings. Or paddlings. Or whippings, either."

"That's Beth's fault," Tommy said bitterly from between his legs. "Her and her picture. I got in trouble in school because of it. Some girls stole my clothes and ran them up the flagpole, and then I got punished because I couldn't tell who did it."

"Well, you can't rat people out," Dakota said philosophically. "They'll get you if you do."

"Something like that," Tommy said. "So I got spanked some. And it's your fault, Beth. But I got your stupid pictures, so I hope you're happy."

"I'm ecstatic," Beth said. "I can't wait to see them. But first, let's get the hairs of this beast." She studied his scrotum up close. "Just as I thought - your little bag is covered with little hairs back here, just like it was in the front. Don't worry, I'll have you bald in a jif."

"Hey, wait a minute," Dakota said. "What if he farts?"

"He better not," Beth said. "It's bad enough looking at his ugly bung hole without him stinking the place up, too."

"No, I'm serious. What if he farts while you've got the torch on him?" Dakota persisted. "Fart gas burns. It burns a real lot! I've seen stuff on Youtube of people lighting farts. Sometimes they even do it with their pants off - it looks like that torch, and they always yell like they got burned. You burn his butt hole for real, you won't be able to keep it from your mother. You won't be able to keep it from anyone."

"Are you going to fart, little brother?" Beth said snidely.

Tommy shook his head. "Well, there you go," Beth said to Dakota.

"Fine," Dakota said. "You'd better not. Even if you feel the least little bit like doing it, hold it in - you wouldn't want to see the results." She crossed her arms and settled more deeply on Tommy's leg by scootching her butt back and forth on Tommy's shin until her cheeks framed each side of it. Beth lit the torch once again, and Tommy stiffened, fighting the urge to scramble to his feet and run. It wouldn't help - she'd just catch him and then tie him down or something. And Dakota would just think it was funny. He tried not to think of blue flame caressing his ass hole, and of the possibility of his sister misjudging and him suddenly being rewarded with serious, burning pain down there. He could just see her arm shifting the wrong way, his tight pink and brown hole turning red instantly, then blistering and blackening in flame. Or himself suddenly farting without warning, his butt becoming a blowtorch. He started trembling like before, his muscular boy butt twitching in the air. Oh, to have this over with!