The Orphanage Boys Chapter 32
by Chadlad

copyright 2010 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 32: 32nd floor: Displays

Then someone could be heard taking the stage behind the three almost naked boys. "I think you all know me," a high female voice said, a soft, melodious voice. "But if some of you younger girls don't, I'm Mary O'Malley. And tonight, me and two of my friends are going to show you what boys are really like. Believe me, we know—all three of us were assaulted indecently by boys. I was assaulted by my step-father. Margaret got assaulted a bunch of times by her cousin. And Myrtle was forced by a gang of boys to do something so disgusting I can't even talk about it. I don't even like to think about it." There was a murmur of the crowd behind the three boys, a rather outraged murmur. The kind of murmur that can raise the hackles on the back of a nearly naked boy's neck. Someone must have signaled quiet, though, because the murmurs were suddenly shushed.

"Margaret, Myrtle, and me have planned a little demonstration for you girls, especially you younger girls who might be curious about boys and their bodies and their ways, and you older girls, who might have ridiculous romantic ideas about boys that you got from the movies or from penny novels. We're going to show you what boys are really like, and we're going to begin right now. You three boys by the wall, about face!"

Jake realized, after a moment, that they were expected to turn around. He did so, slowly, all too aware that his genitals were clearly outlined in his tight briefs. Next to him Sam followed suit, and then, finally, Dinky complied as well. Sam's little boner bulged his crotch like a pole. But it was Dinky who started to move his hands to cover himself. "Keep your hands behind your head, Buster!" the girl on the platform snapped. She turned out to be a stocky brunet with angry eyes and short-cropped, unattractive hair. Overall, her appearance didn't match her voice at all, which had been rather sweet sounding before she'd started giving orders. A step down from her, two other girls were standing—a redhead of medium height with long hair and visible, curvaceous breasts, and a girl with black hair and heavy eyebrows that almost joined in the middle, and over-large breasts straining at her school dress uniform, a tight waist, and flaring, prominent hips. They moved to either side of the base of the platform, flanking it, so that the boys' fronts were exposed to all the girls seated in rows in front of them. Those girls were in 4 rows of chairs with maybe 15 seats in each, all with their bright eyes turned expectantly on the barely clothed trio in front of them.

"You boys, walk to the front of the platform. Keep your hands behind your heads," Mary ordered. The boys walked slowly to the front of the platform and stood there. Dozens of girls looked up at them, most with eyes that were glittering with excitement. Jake could see that many of the girls were looking directly at the boys' crotches, some trying to hide their interest, some looking frankly, some appearing bored, and more than a few appearing sulky or even disdainful. He fought the urge to turn and run, his mind still replaying the memory of the boy being birched. Next to him, Sam was clearly trembling, and Dinky was blushing. Jake flicked his eyes down quickly, and noticed that Sam's stiffy, if anything, was harder and angling upward now, hooking up his underpants in front in a way that would have embarrassed Jake to the core. Some of the girls were pointing and laughing at his friend's clear state of arousal. Jake willed his own penis to stay soft.

There was a quiet, expectant pause. Then Mary walked across behind the two of them. Jake flinched as the girl patted his bottom, almost jumping off the platform at her first touch. The girls in the audience laughed and he steadied himself, forcing himself to stand still as she cupped one tense buttock and then the other, squeezing like one might squeeze melons. Sam jumped as she moved over and fondled his butt next, but Dinky took the fonding of his jutting buttocks stoically, almost insolently. "Like my butt?" he asked the girl as she moved to his side.

"Quiet!" the girl snapped. "You talk again, and you'll get the birch!" She looked at the watching girls. "See how they are?" she said. "Everything is sexual." She pronounced it as three separate syllables, "sex-u-al." "They don't realize how sickening we girls find them and their awkward bodies, or how little we care about their floppy, disgusting boy parts." She turned and drilled Dinky with her eyes, boring them into him. Dinky visible shrank under her hostile gaze. "I find your scrawny, vermin-ridden, and probably dirty, unwiped bottom repulsive, just like the rest of you," she said. "Boys don't have nice, round, attractive bottoms like we girls. And they're usually filthy, because a lot of boys don't even use toilet paper after they go. Boys' bottoms are only useful for giving them punishments, especially long, bare-bottomed punishments. Bare, because boys are so insensitive that whipping them on their bare skin is the only way to really get through to them. Other than that, boys' bottoms are dirty, vile, unsightly things best kept covered up. That's why all the Old Masters only paint the bottoms of girls in their pictures."

She glared at Dinky. "Look at you," she said to him, derisively. "Look at your scrawny chest." She poked Dinky's protruding ribs sharply. "Look at your bony chest, and your pathetic, scrawny, useless nipples." She tweaked Dinky's left nipple as she said that. "They look like big pimples." Dinky watched her warily. "No wonder you boys want to look at us—all you have to look at normally is each other and your pathetic bodies." She poked Dinky's skinny stomach. "You're so useless," she added. "I can't imagine the group of you in the showers, having to look at each other's bony, repulsive bodies. Although knowing how you boys are, looking at other boys naked probably excites you." She glared at the three of them with more disapproval. Jake found himself shrinking under her gaze, feeling more and more inadequate as she stared at him.

"Turn around again, boys," she finally ordered. "Backs to us." The boys slowly shuffled around, facing the wall, Sam showing clear relief at having his tent no longer the object of giggles and pointing and whispers. Jake, though, found that being unable to see the girls made him more nervous. "Look at these bony backs," she continued. "Those sloped, scrawny shoulders. And these shoulder blades—look how ridiculous they look sticking out like that. You can see every bone in their backbones. And look how bad their posture is—they can't even hold their shoulders up right." Jake couldn't help it—he squared his shoulders unconsciously, causing the girls to giggle behind him. Mary paused, then crossed the back of the stage in front of the boys, moving to Jake's side and stopping. "I can see some of you girls doubt me. You may think that boys' bottoms aren't disgusting—you might even think that this part of their bodies is cute. Well, we'll show you how wrong you are. But prepare to be nauseated." Her hands moved down, stopping at his briefs waistband just above Jake's buttocks. The other two girls moved to the floor in front of the platform and reached up, one behind Sam and one behind Dinky, grasping their waistbands as well. At Mary's movement, all three began tugging down on the backs of the boys' too-small briefs, so that in seconds the waistband of Jake's and Sam's underpants were under their still healing, rounded boyish buttocks. Dennis, though, quickly reached down and clamped his hands on his waistband, tugging upward and preventing the third girl from lowering them. The girl let go suddenly, and Dinky's hands jerked upward, giving him a self-induced wedgie as his underpants were yanked into his butt crack, exposing most of his bare buttocks. He yelped in surprise and let go of his underpants, reaching around to dig the cloth out of his tight butt crack. The girls began laughing loudly. Mary walked around to his front. "I'm counting to three," she said levelly as the girls behind them started quieting down again. "And if you don't have your hands behind your neck by then so Margaret can lower your underpants, you disgusting little poop, I'll call Mother Superior to have the three of you birched. One...Two..."

"Do it!" Sam wailed in desperation. "I don't wanna get birched!"

"Three," Mary said. But Dennis had swiftly come to a decision and had slapped his hands behind his head. Margaret yanked on his underpants, and the back of them came down immediately. She tucked the tight waistbands under the cleft of his rounded globes as had been done to the other two boys, and then backed up out of the way. All three boys had prominent enough buttocks that the curve of their butts caught the waistband and held it. The front of the briefs still covered the boys' genitals, if just barely, and only because their genitals bulged and the waistband caught there. Still, their pubic triangle was exposed directly above their genitals, with the tops of the twin lines that started at the tops of their crotches and curved under their balls clearly visible from the front as well. As the waistbands were caught just above their penis shafts, from the front, it was clear to anyone, had there been anyone in that position, that they were all three completely hairless down there. And their butts were now completely bare to all. The three girls who'd done the unveiling stood to opposite sides, letting the seated girls view their fill.

Jake felt rising panic, and Sam shuffled uncomfortably next to him. Girls, dozens of girls, were looking at his bare butt! Just like when they'd been shot with the BB guns! Only it was more girls now, all the girls from 10 on up, and they were all seeing everything back there! He blushed, and Sam blushed even more redly, right down to the roots of his hair, joining the already blushing Dinky. Behind him Jake heard Mary clear her throat. "There they are girls! Look all you want. They wanted to see your bottoms, so it's only fair that you look at theirs. Come on up and touch them if you want!" There was a shuffling of chairs as panic rose in Jake. Touch them? Girls were going to touch them?

"No," Sam protested softly, in a whisper. But in moments, soft, small hands were tentatively touching Jake's butt, probing and pushing as the girl got more confident. Fingers stroked the soft skin, healing from the spankings they'd gotten, and the BB damage. Sam flinched as he was apparently getting similar treatment, and Dinky stepped forward a step.

"Hold still!" Mary ordered.

"She was pulling my butt apart!" Dinky complained.

"No more than boys deserve," Mary said. "Although I'm surprised at you, Sheila. You know what's in there! I bet he's even dirty there. Why would you want to see that?"

"I dunno," The girl behind Dennis said softly.

"Just be patient," Mary snapped. "You'll see everything. But only if you behave."

Jake's anxiety increased as more girls gently rubbed his butt, touched it, probed his spanking and needle and BB welts, and tickled and caressed his skin. See everything? What did she mean, see everything? Like, everything? A cold shiver went through him. One girl poked his crack very close to his butthole, muttering, "ewwwww, you can smell the poop," and that made him blush further. That wasn't fair—they'd just been washed—washed with powerful soap! She couldn't possibly smell poop, could she? She had to be lying. His butt didn't smell like poop when he'd just washed, did it? Did it? He tried to remember if he'd ever noticed Sam's butt smelling, but he couldn't remember having done so. His face burned with shame, though, because he couldn't deny the lie he was sure she was telling about how he smelled, couldn't say anything for fear of getting birched like that poor boy in the film. He wondered what it would feel like to have your balls circled with a tight leather strap and the pulled down as far as they'd go, stretched down until you couldn't move your butt without yanking them painfully. He wondered what it felt like to have the birch land on his unprotected butt, all those little sharp sticks cutting into his flesh. He'd seen the boy screaming in the film even if he hadn't heard him. And he'd been a big boy, too, much bigger than them.

He shoved his mind away from the images of the boy being birched, shitting and pissing himself in pain or fear or both, but then his thought went back to what that girl Mary had said. "You'll see everything," she'd said. Did that mean their butt holes? Their wieners and balls? He felt cold all over. They were going to be stripped naked, he was sure of it, in front of all these girls his age and even the much younger girls. They'd see how small his genitals were, and how hairless he was. They'd never understand that he'd had hairs, a bunch of them, before that mean Sister Mary Catherine had pulled them out. Dennis had possessed even more hairs, but they'd probably think he was bald down there, too, because his hairs were gone.

"This one's all bruised. Down here. Where he curves under," one girl said loudly from behind Dennis.

"Yeah, well, Sister Mary Catherine supposedly kicked his butt all the way from the farm to Mother Superior's office," Mary replied from behind Jake. "Actually kicked it! Kathy saw it. She said he actually flew through the air each time. Bet he won't be sitting down for awhile!"

"These two are the jerks we got to shoot with the BB guns," a small voice said matter-of-factly from behind Jake. "You can see the welts!"

"Yeah," a girl behind Sam said. "I got this one right on the doo-doo place!" she bragged.

"I got this one on the bag between his legs," the girl behind Jake said. "And I almost hit this one in the doo-doo place! It was only this far off!"

Jake wondered if you could die of embarrassment. Apparently not, or he'd be a goner. Meanwhile, hands continued to poke and rub his butt, and girls continued to make embarrassing remarks about the smell of their butts, or their welts, or Dinky's bruises, or the firmness of their muscular cheeks. But before long, all the girls who'd wanted to feel their butts had apparently done so. The girls sat down again, giggling and whispering to each other. Mary prodded Jake's butt. "Turn around again," she ordered. "All three of you. Let them see your shame."

"Aw, don't make them turn around yet," a small girl in front complained. "We like looking at their bare bottoms! They're so gross!"

"Yes, they are, aren't they?" Mary said grimly. "You can look more later. Right now I want to show you something even more gross." She walked across the back of the platform. "Turn around, I said!" she said more loudly. Reluctantly, even though it would mean his bare butt wasn't visible again, Jake turned around to face the girls, letting them see him from the front. He looked down, noting that his underpants were pulled so low that you could see the creases on either side of his groin that narrowed down to where they joined his balls, the bald skin now clearly exposed, the waistband barely covering his genitals. He blushed and darted his eyes to Sam, noting his friend's penis was clearly outlined, pointing upward in the cloth of the underpants, the tip higher than the waistband.

"You girls can all see," Mary announced from behind them, "that boys aren't nice and smooth like we are in front. They have these unsightly bulges that ruin the fit of their pants and stick out and get in the way. Still, bad as they look in pants, you should be thankful they wear them. They look much worse without them. I think we'll start with this one," she added, walking up behind Dinky. Her hands moved to Dinky's sides, gripping his underpants in front of him and pulling it outward. Smoothly she lowered his remaining tiny garment below his genitals, then released it. The cloth floated downward, snagging by his knees. She bent and forced his underpants to his ankles. "Step out," she said. "You won't be needing them for awhile. Jake, watching out of the corners of his eyes, flinched as Dinky was bared completely. Dinky bit his lip but stared straight ahead, over the heads of the girls in the chairs.

"There you go, girls," Mary said in a mocking voice. "There's the big deal boys have in their pants. Not much to look at, is it?" Dinky, standing stiffly, had flushed bright red from the roots of his hair to halfway down his chest. Jake, flicking his eyes sideways, could see that Dinky's penis was now dangling out from his body in plain sight. Although he wasn't hard like Sam appeared to be in his pants, his penis wasn't shrunken, either, perhaps two-thirds its length when hard, a length Jake knew too well from having felt it inside himself. The mushroom head swelled at the end of the skinny shaft. Dinky's balls were pulled more tightly to his crotch than they'd been in the hog pen, but not as tightly as they'd been when he'd been being washed with the cold water from the hose. Still, they looked small nestled under his penis, next to his thighs. All three boys could hear the derision in Mary's voice as she contemplated Dinky's equipment, massively undersized for his age. "Although I must say I'm disappointed," she added. "You've got to be, what, almost 15, Dennis?" she said, arching an eyebrow. "But I've seen bigger things on babies!"

"It ain't so small," Dinky said grudgingly, but he couldn't look at the girls staring at his genitals openly.

"Yes, it is," Mary said. "And you know it." She looked at the girls below her in the chairs, pointing, giggling, and leaning in to look at Dinky's bared boy parts. "Now pay attention, especially you smaller girls. This is what a boy has in his pants, what makes him all bulgy there. This dangly thing," she said, picking Dinky's penis up between thumb and forefinger by gripping the skin, grimacing with distaste, "is called a penis. But most boys call it a dick, and the little boys call it their pee-pee. I'd call this one a pee-pee because it's certainly too small to call a dick. It's what boys pee out of." She held Dinky's penis straight out. "See the little slit in the tip? That's his pee hole, where the pee comes out. That's why boys can pee standing up, and without having to take their pants and panties down. They just take this out of their pants and pee."

"We all know that!" one of the girls in front said.

"I didn't!" a girl near her squealed indignantly. "Let her talk!"

"Thank you," Mary said, dropping Dinky's penis like it was a tentacle covered with slime. "Not only is it all wrinkled and disgusting looking, but boys get them caught in their zippers all the time because they sticks out in the way. And they flops around if they walk around naked, looking ridiculous." She pointed to Dinky's tight ball sack. "This little bag is called the scrotum," she said to the giggling girls. "It holds the boy's testes. Most boys have two testes, shaped kind of like large beans. Well, small beans, in this guy's case."

"What good are they?" a little girl asked from the second row. "I mean, I've seen them before on baby boys, but what are they for? Why don't we have them?"

"Would you want them?" Mary responded. "Look how wrinkled and stupid they look. And they get in the way when they run." No they didn't, Jake wanted to protest. He usually didn't even notice his balls were there. But he wisely kept his mouth shut, glad no one was looking at him, at least not yet, and his modesty was still at least partially preserved. Just as he had the thought, though, a voice piped up.

"We wanna see the other ones, too!" a girl from the middle of the row complained. "Make them take off their panties!"

"Yeah, let's see them all naked!" another girl called. "Take down their panties!"

"Take them down! Take them down!" several girls began chanting.

Mary held up her hands. "In good time," she said loudly. "No need to rush—we've still got almost 2 hours! But I'm ready to move on." She moved over to behind Sam. Sam gulped visibly and began shaking slightly. "Moment of truth time, Red," she said to Sam. "Let's see what you've got in your pants. Bet you put Dennis to shame even though you're half his age."

Sam moaned involuntarily but kept his hands behind his neck as instructed as Mary's hands slid down his flanks and around to the front of his waistband, lifting it up and then over his jutting penis and smoothly lowering his underpants past his genitals. As she released them, they floated easily down Sam's thinner legs to his ankles. "Step out," Mary demanded, and Sam, obediently, lifted first one foot and then the other, using his toes to pull his underpants off. He stood there, totally naked, trembling. There was a reaction from the girls at the sight of his upward-jutting penis.

"Hey, he's different!" a girl in front exclaimed. "He's all pointy! His thing! It comes to a point!"

"He's got a little stiffy!" another girl squealed.

"It's sticking up! How come it's sticking up!" a third girl shouted.

Mary held up her hands for quiet. Walking in front of Dinky, she stopped beside Sam and reached over, squeezing the tip of his penis. Sam moaned and clenched his butt involuntarily.

"This boy is much younger than Dennis," Mary began. "But his penis is almost as big, as you can see. So you've got some idea how small and immature Dennis' stuff is. Almost like a little boy's". She released Sam's penis and it curved even more sharply toward his belly.

"Why is his thing all stiff and sticking up?" a smaller girl asked. "Why isn't it all soft and dangly like that kid's?"

"Boy's penises get stiff when they're thinking about sex," Mary said. "It means they want to force us to let them stick them inside of us! That's all boys ever think of, sticking their things inside of us!"

Several girls looked shocked.

"Inside where?" a smaller girl asked plaintively. "Back there?" She pointed vaguely at her bottom. "Yuck!"

"No, stupid," a girl next to her said. "Not the doo-doo place. In our pee-pees! Way inside!"

"Double yuck!" the first girl said, and she looked like she meant it.

"I'll never let a boy stick that thing inside of me!" a bigger girl declared. Several girls laughed at this announcement. Mary held up her hands. Jake tried to puzzle this out. It matched what Dinky had said earlier—that boys somehow stuck their weenies inside of some slit that girls had in place of weenies. The whole idea was sickening, and yet it made his penis twitch in his tight briefs, and he quickly tried to shift his thoughts.

"Could you girls just hold it down a minute? I'll tell you everything, I promise. But you've got to be patient and let me do it my way." Mary glared until the girls settled down again.

"You may notice that this boy's penis is different from the one on Dennis," she went on. "Not size-wise, like you might think, though. Dennis is so immature down there that he still looks like this little boy. But Red, here, hasn't been circumcised. That means he has this little flap of skin covering the tip of his penis, making it look pointy."

"His pee hole is real big, and it's open!" A girl in front exclaimed.

"That's not his real pee hole," Mary said. "Oh, the pee comes out of there, but the real pee slit is inside. You can't see it because the skin covers the tip. You can actually pull that back," she added, circling Sam's penis with her forefinger and thumb, squeezing, and retracting his foreskin. She forced it back sharply and Sam flinched as she stretched it too far, but he bit his lip rather than cry out. "See," she said. "He's got a head on his just like Dennis, and a pee slit in the tip just like his, too. That's where the pee comes out."

"How come he's got skin on the tip of his weenie-thingy, then?" a little girl asked.

"'Cause no one has cut it off," Myrtle said.

"Not yet, anyway," Margaret added.

Jake started to puzzle at that, but he was distracted because other girls began talking.

"But if they're born with it, doesn't that mean God made them that way?" an older girl asked seriously. "So why did they cut the skin off of that kid's?" She pointed at Dennis' crotch.

"It's in the Bible," Mary said with an authoritative toss of her head. "The Covenant of Abraham with God. God told Abraham to do it to the penises of all the boys and men in his household, so that He could tell the righteous from the Philistines. He did himself, too."

"Ooooh, ick!" one of the girls said.

"So is he a Phili-whatsit?" another girl asked seriously.

"I suppose so," Mary said. "I don't know for sure. But he's got the little piece of skin, so I guess his parents didn't make a covenant with God."

"How do they cut it off?" another girl asked. "With a knife, or a scissors?"

"Abraham used a stone knife, the Bible says," Mary volunteered. "But I suppose they use scalpels now."

The girl nodded, a serious look on her face. "I bet that hurts," she said.

"I don't like his," another girl added, pointing at Sam's bare dick, fighting Mary's grip with each beat of his heart, trying to curve back toward his belly. "It looks stupid."

"I like it better," the girl next to her disagreed. "It's smoother on the tip—I think it's his that looks stupid." She pointed at Dinky's small, dangling member.

"They all look stupid," Mary rejoined. "Flopping around like a tail between their legs. It's why girls are much better than boys, because we don't have those ugly things on us."

"What about that one?" one of the girls asked, pointing at Jake. "Does he have skin on the end of his, or did it get cut off?"

"Well, let's find out, shall we?" Mary said cheerfully. Jake gulped, squirmed, and then shut his eyes to avoid looking at the seeming sea of girls staring eagerly at his front. Mary walked behind him, and her hands, cool against his bare lower stomach, slid under the waistband of his underpants. He felt rather than saw his underpants being lowered, felt the cool air on his genitals as his penis sprang free from where it had been trapped in the tight fabric and his balls shifted and slipped lower as his scrotum relaxed in the outside air. The soft fabric landed on top his bare feet.

"Step out," Mary said. Jake opened his eyes, trying to ignore the eager girls leaning to look at his crotch as he lifted one foot and then the other out of the puddle of cloth at his feet. He was naked—naked! In front of a sea of girls, many younger than him! They were all looking at him, looking at his bare genitals! He blushed yet again, the flush extending down almost to his pale nipples this time. He wanted to cover his crotch with his hands, but, remembering the promise of a birching for disobedience, he managed, just barely, to keep his hands behind his neck. He flinched and then held steady as Mary grasped his penis tip between two fingers, squeezed it, and lifted his penis up so the girls could see his genitals more clearly.

"As you girls can now see, this boy also does not have the Covenant of Abraham, and so he has the little skin hood over his penis, too. But because he's soft, like a good boy should be, and not hard and disgusting, the hood covers the tip of his penis and hangs off the end, coming to a point. Here's his sack with his testicles in it—you may notice it's a bit bigger than Mr. Stiffy's over there, but not quite as big as the older boy's." Dennis actually smirked briefly. Mary's head swiveled toward him.

"What are you smiling at, little boy?" she snapped at Dennis. "I said your sack was bigger, I didn't say it was big. That's still a little boy's stuff you've got there." Dinky looked down and she let her gaze slip across Sam, while still holding Jake's penis up with a tight grip. "And you," she said. "Why are you still hard? You're naked in front of all of us—can't you think of anything but sex? You think you're big enough force that little thing into one of us? Try it and we'll break it off."

"I gotta peeeeee!" Sam burst out, dancing a bit in place. His hard penis waggled against his belly. Some of the girls began to giggle.

"So hold it," Mary said dismissively. "You'll get your chance to pee. But do it before I say and you'll regret it." She turned back to Jake and gave his penis a painful yank. "Something you girls should know about this part of boys," she went on. "The bulges in their little bags are really, really sensitive. So if you want to lay a boy out, or stop him from attacking you, you hit him hard down there."

"Yeah, just hit him in the nuts!" an older girl chimed in from the audience.

Fear shot through Jake—this girl had him by the dick, and his nuts were bare! "No, please!" he wailed. "Please no! Please no!" He looked at the girl pleadingly.

"See what babies they are when it comes to their bald little bags?" Mary said scornfully. She released Jake's penis and stepped back, glaring at his crotch like it offended her. His penis immediately began visibly shrinking. In moments, to the watching girls' joint amazement, it had shrunk to acorn size, a small knob barely protruding from his crotch, his balls now totally visible. They, meanwhile, tightened, wrinkling more as they pulled up to his crotch. "Not only are they babies when it comes to their nuts, this one has baby nuts," she added, laughing.

The whole group of girls cracked up, some shouting out, "baby nuts!" as the group roared with laughter at her joke. "He's got a baby weenie, too," a girl shouted out. Mary let them laugh. Jake looked down in shame at his disloyal boy parts. He did look small and pathetic. He felt humiliation seep into his core. Mary walked over to Sam and batted at his hard penis several times, watching it waggle in the air for a few seconds each time she hit it. As the laughter finally quieted down, she turned back to the group. "Might as well let you see the grossest part," she said as the room became quieter. "Boys, turn around, bend over, and spread your cheeks with your hands. Time the girls saw how disgusting your butts really are!"

Dinky's head snapped up. "No way!" he said, taking a step back. "No way I'm showing you guys my asshole!" Mary struck like a snake. One minute she was standing to one side of Jake, the next she had Dinky by the balls and was yanking hard. Dinky gasped and doubled over. Mary's arm strained and it was clear she was squeezing his balls together hard. Then she let go, and Dinky was falling to the ground, gripping his scrotum. She brushed her hands together and glared at Sam and Jake. They two of them almost tripped in their haste to turn around and bend over. Two pairs of boyish hands gripped butts covered with healing welts and pulled, separating boyish butt cracks widely. Mary prodded Jake's and then Sam's legs apart with her own foot, until their scrota were clearly visible between their legs under their multiply-violated assholes. "Spread them wider," she ordered. Jake and Sam pulled until their butt cracks burned. Mary moved to where Dinky was moaning on the ground in a ball. She nudged him hard in the stomach with her shoe tip.

"Get up and spread your cheeks open like them," she ordered. "Or I'll take a hairbrush to your nuts next." Dinky, slowly, uncurled and stumbled to his feet, bending over painfully, reaching back, and gripping his sore, seriously bruised buttocks. He pulled, and separated his legs at Mary's prodding. In moments, three boys were bent over on the platform, their butts spread by their hands, three abused assholes winking back at the audience of wide-eyed girls.

"GROSS!" a girl exclaimed from the front.

"Is that where the poop comes out?" another squealed, her voice also betraying a horrified fascination.

Mary, meanwhile, had obtained a short pointer. "This," she said, prodding Jake's asshole with the tip of it and making him jump, "is this boy's anus," she said. "Or what boys call, vulgarly, his butt hole. Yes, this is where his poop comes out. I'm surprised, really, that he appears to be almost clean. Boys are usually very dirty back here, because they almost never wipe, and when they do they wipe so badly they just spread the poop around and get it in all these wrinkles. But his anus is a very pleasant pink color."

"It looks like a wrinkly little slit," a girl said in front.

"So does yours," the girl next to her said with a trace of mockery in her voice. "I see it every time you bend over in the shower, you know. And you don't wipe good, either."

"Do so, poopypants," the first girl said. "You're the one who doesn't wipe."

"Girls, please!" Mary interrupted. "We're talking about how disgusting boys are here!"

"The big one's the worst back there," a girl declared. "He's got, like, diaper rash!"

"Probably never wipes at all," Mary said dismissively. "Mary Catherine or Magdalene must have washed him back there, because he's too clean."

From where Jake was bent over, he tried to calm his breathing. His heart was racing with the humiliation of this. It had been bad showing the girls his genitals, but somehow letting them see his butt hole was the worst. Also, his butt crack burned down the middle from how widely he was being forced to hold his buns apart, and it was hard to breathe while bent over. Sam said something muffled.

"What was that, little boy?" Mary snapped at him.

"I gotta peeeeeee!" Sam wailed at the ground in front of him. "Real bad!"

"Okay," Mary said. "You want to pee, we'll let you guys pee. But not yet. You boys need to learn to control yourselves. You can pee later. Right now, we're going to have a contest. Boys love contests. They're all so juvenile that way, always worrying about who's stronger or faster or has the biggest worm between their legs," she told the group of girls. "And they especially like fighting. Boys, straighten up and turn back around. Hands behind your heads again. We'll start the first contest right now. Maybe after the contest I'll let you guys pee."

The boys, happy to get out the humiliating bent and spread position with their butt holes on display but nervous about facing the girls again, straightened up quickly, but then only hesitantly turned around and raised their hands to lock their fingers behind their heads. Sam's dick was still hard and curved so tightly the tip was brushing his lower stomach. Dennis was still soft and floppy, his penis waggling as he shifted his weight from leg to leg in discomfiture at standing naked in front of the girls. And Jake's penis resembled a miniature acorn, the uncircumcised tip barely poking out of his groin. Sam was dancing from foot to foot now, fighting to control his desperate need to pee. Jake wanted to hop from foot to foot, too, not because he had to pee, but because he was suddenly very nervous at the mention of fighting. He hated fighting, and neither he nor Sam were any good at it. What did the big girl mean by saying they were going to have a contest. Were they going to have to fight? Naked? He certainly didn't want to fight Dinky—he wasn't that much bigger than Jake, but he was bigger, and he was definitely stronger, and he scared Jake. And he'd probably fight dirty, too. Try to grab Jake's nuts or something. But he didn't want to fight Sam, either. What would he do if the girls made him fight Sam. Maybe they'd only have to wrestle, not actually try to hit each other. It would be weird wrestling with Sam naked. They'd wrestled in their jammies before, now and then, or their underpants, and sometimes it was embarrassing when he'd rubbed against Sam's privates and realized what they were. But it would be weirder rubbing against a naked Dinky. Jake's heart thumped, and his penis felt like it was crawling into his body. Would this embarrassing session with the girls never end?