Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 10
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 10:  An Epiphany

"So what were you saying about boys' balls?"  Dakota
prompted.

"What you need to know is that they're really, really
sensitive," Beth advised.  "So sensitive that apparently it
hurts more to be hit on the balls or squeezed there than
anything else you can to do a boy.  It's like your eye is
sensitive to getting something in it, or how a toothache can
be the worst thing you've ever felt.  That's what one of the
boys at school told me.  You explain it, Chad.  Tell her
what it's like to be hit in the balls."

"It hurts," Chad muttered sullenly.

"Explain it better, and lose the attitude, or I'll
demonstrate on you," Beth said menacingly

Chad straightened up in his chair, choosing his words
carefully so as not to incite his sister further.  "It hurts
a lot," he added.  "But it's not like a toothache or a
spanking.  It's more like getting punched in the gut.  It's
not a sharp, stabbing pain. It's more of an ache, only the
worst ache you can imagine.  It's like an exploding ache. 
It makes you want to throw up, and it throbs forever
afterward.  It's like an ache that just spills outward and
overwhelms your whole crotch."

"Which means," Beth said, "that they're really sensitive and
that boys will do anything to keep them from being hit or
pulled or squeezed.  They never get used to it, and it hurts
just as bad every time.  So you can always threaten to hit
them in the balls if they don't obey, or squeeze their
balls.  And you can hold them still by their balls if
they're trying to get away, or if they're moving too much
during a spanking!  Nothing on girls is that vulnerable, and
that's another reason girls are tougher than boys and we can
always control them," Beth concluded.  "Just threatened to
squeeze their little balls and they'll jump right into
line."

She looked around the room.   "Now, if you don't have any
questions, it's time to go yank Tommy's chain a little. 
Remember the anticipation thing?  He's standing in the
corner, expecting to be paddled by Gabriel right away when
we come back.  So we're not going to do that.  We're going
to set up to do it, but you won't actually start his
paddling yet, Gabriel."

"But that's not fair," Gabriel protested.  "You said I'd get
to paddle his butt!"

"And so you shall," Beth said.  "But not just yet.  I'm
aiming right now for early evening, after which we can send
him to bed.  That way he can spend all day worrying about
how much it's going to hurt.  Besides, I've thought up
something more fun to do to him instead right now.  Just
follow my lead."  She rose and led the entire group back
into the living room, where Tommy was facing the corner, his
bright pink butt on display, sniffling loudly.  He started
when he heard the door open behind him and the assembled
group shuffle in.

"Thomas Henson, get your little butt over here for more
discipline," Beth said sharply.  Tommy, hands still behind
his head, separated from the corner with an audible groan,
blushing as he faced the girls with his genitals swaying as
he walked toward them.  His nicely shaped penis hung down
perfectly, his balls evenly projecting from either side
behind it.  He would have made a perfect illustration for a
diagram on mid puberty in boys, Karen thought to herself,
except for the complete lack of any pubic hair on his
cleanly shaven crotch.  

Tommy was wincing with each step.  It was obvious his bottom
was still hurting him by the way he walked.  "Ready for a
nice, long butt blistering with the paddle?" Beth asked
pleasantly.  Gabriel had retrieved the paddle and was
sitting on the couch, looking expectantly at Tommy and
patting the couch with his paddle.

"Come on, you big meany," Gabriel said, pointing over his
lap.  "Get over here and lay across my lap so I can beat
your butt 'til it's blistered all over!"

Tommy flinched and looked pleadingly at Beth.  "Please don't
make me," he said hesitantly.  

"That's what I said last night," Gabriel said crossly.  "I
said 'please don't.'  And you said you'd crush my balls! 
Well, I'm going to crush yours while I paddle you!  Get over
here now!"

Tommy shuffled a few steps closer to Gabriel.  Gabriel set
down the paddle and reached out as he neared, lifting
Tommy's penis with his right hand, circling his dangling
scrotum with the left.  He squeezed lightly, pulling Tommy
closer.  "Owwwww!" Tommy complained.  "Stop it!  That
hurts!"

"Funny, I said that last night, too," Gabriel said.  "And
you ignored me then.  So I'm ignoring you now.  Get over my
lap, you big baby!"

Awkwardly, trying not to increase the pressure on his
scrotum, Tommy clambered down across Gabriel's lap, feeling
very foolish lying in the juvenile punishment position over
a much younger boy.  Gabriel began massaging Tommy's still
reddened posterior.  "His butt is still all soft and bumpy,"
he commented as he did.  "Better check to see if the girls
really got him clean!"  Still holding Tommy's scrotum just
tightly enough to be uncomfortable, he pried Tommy's right
bun away from him, leaning over and staring at the boy's
butt hole.  "That's where you stuck your stupid dick in me,"
he commented, leaning so close his breath could be felt on
Tommy's open butt crack.  "Right there where the poop comes
out!  It hurt bad, too!  Worse than the other times the boys
in the foster homes did it!  But this time I get to hurt you
back!  Here's what I think of your stupid butt hole!"  Still
leaning over, he spit in Tommy's butt crack, hitting just
above the pursed orifice.  Tommy could feel wetness creeping
down across his wrinkled muscle, soaking into the tightly
closed slit of the hole itself and then drifting on down
between his legs, following the raised ridge that ran from
butt hole to balls on him.  Gabriel let go of his butt,
trapping the dampness within.

Tommy looked over his shoulder fearfully as Gabriel picked
up the paddle and rested it right over his butt hole. 
"Anything to say before he roasts your butt, little
brother?" Beth said.  Tommy racked his fevered brain for
something to say to make this better, but his mind was a
blank.  He shook his head, his face white with fear.  

"What's the matter, Tommy?  Cat got your tongue?  You're not
such a big shot with your bare butt over someone's lap, are
you?  How do you think this paddling is going to feel?" Beth
taunted.  

"It's gonna hurt!" Tommy blurted out.  He was shaking, still
staring over his shoulder at the paddle resting on his bare
bottom, his balls throbbing dully where Gabriel was holding
them just a little too tightly.  Gabriel lifted the paddle,
holding it high in the air above Tommy's unprotected butt. 
Tommy tensed, tightening his butt until the furrow where his
buns joined turned white from the effort.  The two remained
in this tableau for a least half a minute.

"Come on!" Tommy finally said.  "I can't stand waiting.  Get
started and get it over with!"

Gabriel lowered the paddle again.  "I don't think so," he
said, looking at Beth for approval.  Beth nodded
encouragement.  "I think we should punish you some other way
for awhile, and let you think about this during that time. 
Think about what it's going to feel like to have me hitting
your bare butt with the paddle!  Think about not being able
to get up or protect yourself, but just having to lie there
and take it!   Think about me beating your butt until you're
blistered all over."  He set the paddle down and lifted on
Tommy's scrotum.  "Get up!" he ordered, yanking upward.  

"Owwwww!" Tommy protested, getting hastily to his feet.  He
stumbled, wincing as Gabriel's hold on his privates righted
him, then stood there in front of everyone, naked and
trembling.  "Please," he finally said after no one said
anything.  "Paddle me and get it over with."

"Nope," Beth said cheerfully.  "He's right – you need to
think about it for awhile.  Besides, Karen and I have
another activity planned for you right now.

She smiled at Gabriel. "Let Dakota have his balls," she
said.   Gabriel reluctantly released Tommy's genitals, but
Tommy's relief was short lived as Dakota's diminutive grip
circled his small orbs and then squeezed, just enough to
create discomfort again.  "You boys relax," she said.  "This
is more of a girl thing."  She looked Tommy in the face. 
"We're going to play 'Truth or Consequences,'" she said.  

"Don't you mean 'Truth or Dare?'" Chad asked.

"No, I mean Truth or Consequences.  We're going to ask Tommy
questions, and he either has to tell the truth or suffer the
consequences. The consequences will be to have his balls
squeezed.  We'll start out with light squeezes the first
time he lies, but Dakota will squeeze harder with every lie. 
We girls will ask the questions.  You," she said, looking at
Tommy, "had better tell the truth.  Because I may already
know the answers to whatever you say, or Chad may if I
don't, and if you're lying, you get the consequences, or at
least your baby balls do."  She went to the table, where
several bungie cords lay that the others hadn't noticed
prior to that.  Chad looked on in surprise.  When had she
brought them in?  Quickly, she bound Tommy's hands behind
his back.  "This should keep you from being tempted to
protect yourself with your hands if you can't seem to find
the truth and need to suffer the consequences.  Karen, you
can have the first question.  Ask him an easy one so he gets
the hang of it, then we'll move to the harder and more
embarrassing stuff."

Karen looked thoughtful.  "Okay," she said.  "Here's one
that's embarrassing, but he shouldn't have too much trouble
answering.  Have you ever pooped your pants since you
started school?  And if so, what were the details."

Tommy looked at Dakota and Gabriel, both staring at him
curiously.  Beth and Chad both knew he'd pooped his pants in
kindergarten.  He'd couldn't very well lie.  But it was so
embarrassing to admit!  "You guys know I did," he said
grudgingly.  "In kindergarten.  I had diarrhea.  Mom had to
come get me and take me home to clean up."  He flushed with
embarrassment.

"Very good," Beth said.  "You saved your little balls on
that one.  Now I have a question for you.  How often a week
do you play with your little dinger, and how do you manage
it without being seen?"

Tommy flushed bright red.  "I don't…" he began, but was cut
short by Beth.

"Give him a squeeze, Dakota," she said.  Dakota promptly
tightened her grip briefly, making Tommy's balls ache.  "Try
again," Beth said.  

"I, I don't do it much, only once a week or so," Tommy
sputtered, his balls complaining.  Beth looked at Chad, who
shook his head.

"Nope," Chad said.  "No way.  He has to do it lots more than
that.  He tries to be quiet and do it when he thinks I'm
asleep, but I hear him anyway, so I know it's more than once
a week."

"A little harder, Dakota," Beth said.  "He didn't get the
message last time."  Dakota squeezed Tommy's sack a bit more
firmly, causing a quantum increase in his balls' dull ache.  

Tommy doubled over a bit.  "Okay, okay!" he said.  "I do it
at least once a day!  Sometimes twice or three times!"

"Where?" Beth asked.

"Usually in the bathroom!  Sometimes when I'm in bed and
Chad's looking the other way or asleep," Tommy said, his
balls still aching.

"Anywhere else?"  Beth asked.

Tommy considered saying no, but felt Dakota's pressure on
his still sore balls and decided not to risk it.  "In the
shed in the yard," he admitted.  "I close the door so no one
can see in."

"So you're saying you play with your little dinger in bed,
in the bathroom and in the shed in the yard – is that it?"
Karen asked.

Tommy considered.  "Yeah, he ventured, his face beet red. 
"That's it."

"He's still lying," Karen said.  "I know that look.  There's
some place else he's done it – some place more embarrassing. 
I'd guess it's away from the house somewhere, but not far,
and not where he can easily be seen – perhaps in Jenson's
woods?"

Tommy's guilty reaction to this needed no interpretation for
Dakota.  She gave him a healthy squeeze this time.  He tried
to grasp his genitals with his hands to stop the pain, but
they were bound behind him.  Dakota's grip was like a vice
squeezing his vulnerable sack painfully.  "Unnnnnnngh!" he
moaned.  "Stopppp!  Stoppppp!"  Dakota lightened her grip. 
Tommy swallowed, fighting the urge to retch.  "Okay, Okay! 
Stop squeezing me!  Okay, sometimes do it in Jenson's
woods!"

"Where?"  Beth asked.  "How do you keep from getting
caught?"

"There's this special place," Tommy said.  "It's all closed
in with vines, like a secret little hut.  You can't see in
from the outside, but you can see out well enough to see if
anyone's sneaking up on you.  I sometimes go in there and do
it."  He looked at Karen.  "How did you know?"

"Because you're a boy.  You like the thrill of being
naughty.  The shed and your bedroom and the bathroom are too
safe.  You guys like the thrill of possibly being caught, so
there had to be someplace riskier that you pull your little
toy," she said patiently.  "My little brothers do that, too. 
They'll sneak out of their window onto the roof and play
with their little worms right there in the open during the
day, out of sight but just a few feet from where other
people are."

Karen reflected briefly on the day she had discovered this
fact about her little brothers.  She'd been passing their
upstairs bedroom door when she'd heard giggling, and noted
with a casual glance in their doorway that no one was in
sight.  Puzzled, she'd crept into their room, looking for
obvious hiding places, only to hear the giggling coming from
outside their window, along with whispered shushing noises. 
Slipping noiselessly to the window, she'd peaked around the
edge, amazed to discover her two little red-haired brothers
stretched out on the roof face up and side by side, their
pants and underpants crumpled in piles nearby and their
bottom halves completely bare.  Glancing around, Karen
realized that the roof, although just a few feet above the
ground, was blocked from the view of other houses by the
side wall, and faced a blank wall on the house next door,
making it both public and private at the same time.

Both of her little brothers were frantically stroking their
identical little hard-ons, while Rod giggled uncontrollably
and Todd kept urging him in whispers to shut up so they
wouldn't get caught.  In seconds, Rod was clenching his
little butt and panting through an obviously powerful dry
orgasm, with Todd following on his heels with almost
identical motions and sounds seconds later.  The two had
settled back on the roof with sighs of contentment.  Karen
had watched in fascination, wondering what they were going
to do next.  After a half a minute or so, Rod said, "Well,
was I right?  The roof burns your butt, but it makes it feel
better when it happens."

"Felt good," Todd had said.  "Still feels good."

"Yeah," Rod had said.  "It burns to start with, but then it
feels good."

"Wanna do it again?" Todd had asked, sounding sleepy and
contented. "Bet I can beat you this time!"

"Bet you can't," Rod had said.  "Bet you a million dollars I
beat you!"

"Let's bet something real," Todd had said.  "Like, when one
of us finishes, the other one has to stop, even though he
hasn't finished yet, and he can't touch it for an hour!  So
when I win, you have to stop right then, before you get to
the shivery part!"

Rod had considered this.  Looking determined, he'd finally
said, "Okay, but it's going to be you who doesn't get to do
the shivery part!

Instantly, both boys had gone back to work on their little
penises, which were by then soft and drooping against their
bare crotches, but in less than half a minute were standing
up tall and proud in their rapidly stroking hands.  In a
surprisingly short time, Rod was panting and thrusting
again, once again beating his brother to orgasm.  He turned
and looked at Todd triumphantly.  "You have to stop now!"
he'd said, batting his brother's hand away from his penis.

"Aww, come on, Rod," Todd had complained.  "I'm almost
there!  And it wasn't a real bet!"  He reached for his penis
again, but his brother batted his hand away.

"I mean it, Todd!" Rod had said.  "You have to stop!  We had
a bet!"

"But…" Todd had said, looking down at himself.  His little
penis was already beginning to droop, the good feeling
having fled when Rod had moved his hand.  "Oh, man," he'd
complained.  "You made me lose it!"

"You lost," Rod insisted.  "So you gotta pay."

Todd had lunged at Rod, aiming a punch at his genital
region, which Rod had blocked as he grappled to poke his
twin's genitals in return.  Karen, fearing they'd roll off
the roof, and stepped out the window.  "Stop it, you two!"
she'd said.  "You're going to fall off the roof and break
your necks wrestling out here."  She grabbed Rod and Todd
both by the upper arms and propelled them back in the
window, throwing their clothes in after them.

"Don't tell Mom!" they'd both chorused after getting over
the shock of being discovered, their bottom halves naked, on
the roof in broad daylight. 

"Get dressed," she'd said calmly.  "And then explain to me
what you two thought you were doing."  She'd smiled inwardly
at their redly flushed buttocks, attesting to the heat of
the roof that they'd been discussing.  Over then next few
minutes, she'd made them admit they had gone out onto the
roof to play with themselves, which they'd done at night
repeatedly in the past when everyone thought they were
asleep, and that being in the open made it more exciting. 
Rod admitted that he had discovered just the day before when
he was upstairs alone that it was more exciting to do in the
daytime, when you could hear people talking nearby but they
couldn't see you, and the roof was just hot enough to be
stimulating but not hot enough to cause serious burns on
bare skin.  When Karen had looked skeptical, both boys had
assured her that the hot roof made it better, according to
Rod, because it "makes our wieners tingle more."   She had
promised not to tell their mother if they'd promise never to
wrestle on the roof again, where they might risk falling
off, and if they'd volunteer to do the dishes for a week.

Karen realized she'd trailed off, and they were waiting for
her to finish.  "Anyway, doing it in the open and risking
the chance they might get caught makes them more excited,"
she concluded. "And lots of kids go into Jenson's woods to
fool around in one way or another, so it was a safe guess."

"Wow," Dakota said.  "You're good!  Can I ask the next
question?"

"Sure," Beth said.  "Make it a good one."

"Did you ever go poop somewhere where you weren't supposed
to?" Dakota asked. "And look at me when you answer, because
I'll know if you're lying."

Tommy froze, unable to decide what to do.  Nobody could know
about this one – he'd been too clever.  Could he risk lying? 
As he struggled to decide, he realized as Dakota began
tightening her grip on his scrotum that his hesitation had
already given them the answer.  "Yesssss!" he said, doubling
over against the increasing pain.  

"Where and when?" Beth asked archly.

Tommy hesitated.  Dakota tightened her grip.  "Okay!  Okay!"
he said.  "It was last year, after Halloween!  Remember when
old Mrs. Wiggins said we were too big for trick or treating
and wouldn't give us any candy?  I snuck out when you were
all asleep and took a dump on her front porch, right by the
door!"

"That was you?" Chad said, amazed.  Mrs. Wiggins had carried
on for days to every adult in the neighborhood about the
excrement she'd stepped in on her way to get the newspaper
the next morning, cursing every large dog owner on the
block.  And here the large dog had been his little brother
all along!  Thinking back, Chad realized Tommy had seemed
unnaturally interested in her complaints – now it all made
sense.

"Without wiping your butt?" Chad asked.  This seemed so out
of character for Tommy.  

"I—come on, ease up, Dakota!  I'm telling the truth!" 
Dakota eased her grip a bit.  "I—I wiped when I got back
in," Tommy said, still doubled over.  Dakota eased her grip
again, holding him just tightly enough to remind her she was
there.  Tommy straightened up, panting, his face flushed and
his balls aching.

"Back to you, Karen," Beth said.

"Have you ever sucked another boy's penis?" she asked
pointedly.

Tommy looked her in the eyes.  "No!" he said forcefully. 
"No, no, no!  Never.  Not ever!  And I'm telling the truth
on this one!"

"Is that true?" Dakota asked Chad.

"Heck, I don't know," Chad said.  "It may be.  I've never
seen him do it, and the way he reacted to Jesse, I'm
inclined to believe him," he added.   

Dakota looked at Beth.  "If I had to guess, I'd say he
secretly wants to, but he's still afraid to admit to it
because that would mean admitting his own feelings.  So he
probably hasn't done it," Beth opined.

"Okay," Karen said.  "So let's change the question a bit. 
If you had to pick a boy and suck his dick until he came,
who would you pick, and why?" Tommy hesitated again.  "He's
about to lie," Dakota said flatly.  She gave his privates a
harder squeeze.

"Nooooo!   Stoppppp!" Tommy gasped in pain, doubled over
again.  "Stoppppp!"  Dakota eased up on his sack again. 
Tommy stayed doubled over, panting.  

"Straighten up," Dakota ordered.  "So we can see your face." 

Aware of her hold on him, Tommy straightened up again.  His
face was mottled with color.  He looked at Dakota
pleadingly.  "I forgot the question," he panted.

"Whose dick do you most want to suck, and why?"  Karen
repeated.

"No one's!" Tommy insisted.  "I don't want to suck any boy. 
I've never even thought about doing it."

"Lying," Karen said laconically.  "Lying through his teeth. 
Lying like a rug."

"Give him a hard squeeze and then maybe we'll let him try
again," Beth said.

Pain exploded in Tommy's scrotum and Dakota ground his balls
together for the first time since the bath incident.  He
doubled over, retching and almost throwing up.  She released
her pressure after several seconds of grinding, and the
group waited expectantly while Tommy coughed and choked and
tried to settle down.  Chad unconsciously brought his thighs
closer together, as if to protect his own privates.  Gabriel
slipped a hand to his crotch and clutched his own balls
through his pants in sympathy with Tommy.

"Now try again," Beth said, when Tommy had calmed down some. 
"Which boy's dick do you secretly wish you could suck?  And
don't even think about lying this time – remember your
little balls get squeezed harder and longer every time you
lie.  Who's the one boy whose dick you'd most like in you
mouth?" 

Tommy hesitated.  Dakota began tightening her grip again.

"Okay, okay!" Tommy gasped.  "That Alan kid.  Last month
when we were at his house and Chad was sucking him, I
wondered for a moment what it would be like if I had to suck
him.  But only for a moment, and only because Chad was doing
it, not because I want to!"

"More convincing, but still lying," Karen said, noting the
furtive, pleading, panicked look in Tommy's eyes.  Dakota
responded instantly, clamping down on Tommy's plump scrotum,
grinding his balls past each other harder this time.  Tommy
doubled over, losing his balance and falling on the floor in
agony.  Dakota followed him down, still rolling each orb in
its sack past the other, squeezing as she did.  She let go
and stood up, leaving Tommy retching on the ground, mucus
flowing from his nose and coughing up clear liquid.  Beth
calmly wiped his face and the floor, then pulled him to his
feet as his retching and coughing settled down.  He stood,
looking miserable, half bent over his crotch, his penis and
scrotum trying to retreat into his body and looking smaller
than Chad had ever seen it.

"I believe you haven't answered Karen's question accurately
yet," Beth said.  "So I'll give you one more chance, then
we'll resort to paddling your balls with a wooden spoon
instead of squeezing them.  Out of all the boys you know,
which one is the one you've thought about sucking the most? 
You've already admitted thinking about sucking Alan what's
his name, but he's obviously not the one you want to do it
to the most.  So whose little boydick do you want to suck
until he comes in your mouth?"

Tommy looked at her pleadingly.  "Please, do I have to say
it?"  

"I guess you'll have to go get the wooden spoon, Dakota,"
Beth said flatly.  Dakota turned and headed for the door.  

"Nooooo!  Stop!"  Tommy said, tears streaming down his face.
He gulped several times and looked at the floor.  "Jesse,"
he mumbled.

"I couldn't hear you," Dakota said, stepping back toward
them.

"Jesse!" Tommy shrieked.

"What about Jesse?" Dakota said evenly, reaching for his
plump sack and circling it again with his fingers, giving a
firm squeeze.

"I thought about sucking Jesse!" Tommy blurted, doubled over
again.

"Big surprise," Beth said.  "I don't know why you didn't
just admit it in the first place – we already knew anyway." 
She looked at Tommy with disgust.  "And when did you first
think about sucking your best friend's little dick?" she
asked.

Tommy thought about it, half bent over, his face now
streaked with tears.  "Maybe when Chad was sucking him last
month?" he said, half questioningly.  "I wondered what it
would be like to be Chad."

"Think harder," Beth said.  "I'm pretty sure you thought
about it before that," she added.  Tommy thought furiously. 
Had he thought about what it would be like to suck Jesse's
penis, or any other boy's penis, before that day?  He
thought about other sleepovers, when he and Jesse had talked
deeply into the night about things, sometimes exchanging
excited sexually laden comments.  He remembered his then
tiny penis throbbing in his pajamas as they talked, of
himself furtively touching it in the dark while he and Jesse
had talked.  Had they talked about cock sucking back then? 
Had he pictured Jesse's head in his crotch?  Sensing his
hesitation, Dakota began tightening her fingers on his sack
again.

"I don't knoooooww!" Tommy wailed.  Tears began flowing
freely down his face.  "I don't remember!  I may have – I
don't know!'

"So I'm guessing you've wanted to suck Jesse's dick for
awhile now.  How about Gabriel?  Have you thought of what it
would be like to suck his little dick?" Beth snapped.

Tommy's eyes darted to Gabriel's crotch and back.  "You saw
that," Beth said to the assembled group.  "So we all know
the answer.  Come on, out with it."

When Tommy hesitated again, Dakota gave him another, harder
squeeze, this one resulting in a full minute of doubled-over
retching by Tommy.  As his convulsions subsided, Beth
quizzed him again.  "Tell everyone what you want to do to
your cousin Gabriel, little brother," she said.  "Or would
you like some more of that?"

"Nooooooo!" Tommy said.  He gulped again.  "I thought about
sucking Gabriel, too," he admitted.  In the chair across the
way, Gabriel's face perked up with interest.  "While I was
standing in the corner!  I got to thinking about how I was
going to be punished, and I got to thinking that Chad would
probably make me suck him because I did it to him, and then
I thought, Gabriel will make me do it, too!"

"And how did that make you feel, thinking about Gabriel
making you suck him?  Did it make your little dick get
hard?" Beth asked forcefully.  

Tommy cringed elaborately, his eyes rolling as he looked at
Dakota's grip on his sack.  He weighed the odds in his head. 
Finally, his face fell and he stared at the floor.  "Yes,"
he breathed.  

Yes, he thought to himself.  Yes.  The thought made his
blood run cold.  They had made him tell the truth, to
himself as well as them.  And the truth was, Jesse made him
feel warm and cozy and horny inside, just the way Serena
from down the block did.  But Serena was a girl, and that
was okay.  Jesse was a boy!  He couldn't feel that way about
both girls and boys?  So why did his groin stir when he
watched Jesse walk away, his plump little butt swaying?  Why
did he get a hard on himself when he caught a glimpse of
Jesse's hard little cock?  He'd about died of horniness when
Chad had been forced to suck Jesse each time during Chad's
punishment days, watching the smaller boy thrust his butt
with glee and drive his cute little penis deep into Chad's
throat as he came, picturing that small penis in his own
mouth.  And then Beth had made him admit to them and himself
for the first time that thinking of being forced to suck
Gabriel's little sausage gave him that tingly feeling, too.

Everyone in the room was staring at him now.  "So you're
saying you've thought about doing sex stuff with that Jesse
kid as well as my brother?" Dakota asked.  She was studying
Tommy with renewed interest.

"No!" Tommy replied.  

"You just said 'yes' a minute ago," Chad noted.  "One of
them must be a lie."  Dakota reached for Tommy's sack, which
had been trying to retreat into his body.

"I mean yes," Tommy said, quailing away from her.  "I mean –
I don't know!"  Tears began streaming down his face again.

"Better explain yourself quick, little brother, or Dakota's
going to get the spoon," Beth warned.

Tommy's mind raced.  He began thinking out loud, stalling
for time.  "Like, see, Jesse's my best friend!  We've been
friends a long time!  So of course if you think about what
it would be like to do sex stuff with a guy, you think of
your best friend!  Like if you were going to do sex stuff
with a girl, I bet you'd think of Karen! But that doesn't
mean you're gay or anything!" he argued.

Beth looked at Karen appraisingly.  "I think I prefer
blondes," Karen snickered.  "With blue eyes, pink
fingernails, and 8 inch heels."

"You'd be lucky to have me," Beth responded.  "But I think
I'd prefer a butch dyke myself."  Chad and Gabriel were
staring at the two of them, having trouble following the
conversation.  What was a butch dyke?  Beth ignored their
puzzled looks and turned back to Tommy.  "I think you
honestly are confused, not just faking it.  And that's why
you wanted to hurt Jesse, because you're blaming him for
your attraction to him.  You need to stop fighting yourself
and striking out at others and work out just who you are. 
You need an attitude adjustment."

Tommy stood in a half-crouch, considering, while his balls
throbbed and his penis continued to try to hide.  Who was
he?  What was the truth?  He hadn't considered the meaning
of the way he felt for Jesse, he'd just experienced it. 
He'd always thought of himself as a normal boy, with a
normal love for girls.  And Serena did make him horny, and
he did hunger to look at her bare tits.  And feel them, too! 
And that Chandra girl had gotten him all hot for days,
thinking about that inviting opening between her legs.  But,
considering, he realized that he'd had those same feelings
looking at Jesse's soft little butt as he had straddled Chad
and humped his mouth, and even when looking at Jesse's
innocent face, so round and boyish and – and so cute!  He
was so confused!

"I don't know!" Tommy moaned.  "Please, please don't squeeze
my balls no more!  I don't know!"

"Then maybe you need some experience to help you work it
out," Beth said.  "I'll have to give it some thought. 
Meanwhile, Dakota, you can ask the last question."

"I've got a good one," Dakota said.  She gripped Tommy's
tortured sack more firmly.  "Do you want to be butt fucked
by another boy?"

Tommy stiffened.  Did he?  And if he did, could he keep it
from them?  He tried to picture it – him on his back with
his legs up and spread, some other boy, maybe Jesse or Chad
or – Lee?  Lee Fitzpatrick?  Lee Fitzpatrick with his brown
penis hard and throbbing, easing it into Tommy's butt while
he rubbed Tommy's penis with his free hand?  Or him face
down on his bed, the weight of Jesse or Lee, or some other
boy on his back, his buns being separated by a boy's hard
shaft, the feeling of a penis poking at his butt hole,
pushing insistently, slipping inside …  His own penis gave a
jump at the thought.  "I don't know!" he wailed.  "I don't! 
Really!  Stop asking me this stuff – it's messing with my
head."

"Let him go," Karen said.  "I don't think he can answer.  I
don't think he knows the answer himself."

"We'll have to make it so he can find the answers, then,"
Beth said.  "Or he'll just keep striking out at people until
he does."  She looked at the other kids.  "Meanwhile, it's
back to the corner for you, Tommy," she said.  "You can rest
nurse your little balls and try to figure out who you are
until lunch time.  Then we can talk about your paddling."

"Can you untie my hands?"  Tommy asked.  "Please?  I think
I'm losing the feeling in them."

Beth nodded to Dakota, who walked behind Tommy and removed
the bungie cords, giving his bare butt a firm slap to send
him on his way.  Tommy staggered toward the corner, Dakota's
slap stinging, his balls throbbing, his mind reeling.  What
was wrong with him?  Did he like boys as well as girls?  He
stared at the wall, his hands still tied behind his back. 
Who was he, anyway?

Dimly, he heard the doorbell ring.  Chad padded down the
hall, then returned.  "It's Jesse," he said.  "He wants to
talk to Tommy.  He says he wants to say he's sorry. What
should I tell him?"

"Don't let him see me like this!"  Tommy wailed.  He turned
from the corner, a pleading look on his face.  "Don't even
let him in – I don't want to see him!"

"Get your butt back into the corner, brat!" Beth snapped. 
"And if one more word comes out of your mouth without my
permission, I'm getting the wooden spoon to use on your baby
balls.  I don't believe you make the decisions around here. 
Whether Jesse sees you in your birthday suit with your
little butt glowing red from being spanked or not is up to
the person Mom left in charge.  Now who would that be?"  She
looked at each person in the room in turn.  "Oh, yes, now I
remember.  That would be me," she smirked.  "And I'm going
to invite him in – I have big plans for Jesse," she added. 
"Big plans."