Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 16
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 16: Water Closet Encounters of the Third Kind

Dot grabbed his hands.  "Wait, don't pull them up yet," she
said breathlessly.  "I was just looking for a towel behind
the door when you came in, then when you started – you know
– started, well, doing that to yourself, well, I was so
startled I couldn't think of what to do.  You looked just
like Tommy did, except your weren't blindfolded, and no one
was making you do it.  I mean, you were so intent on what
you were doing, and I didn't want to spoil your fun.  And
then you finished, and you started peeing, and it was all so
funny I just couldn't keep from laughing."  She looked at
him earnestly.

"Yeah, right – you're like all those girls out there – you
just want to make fun of us boys," he said.  He tried to
shake his hand free and put his still half-hard penis away. 
"So go ahead, make fun of me!  Tell me how little my dick
is, and how ugly it is, and how disgusting it looks.  Then
you can go out and tell your friends you caught me playing
with myself and they can laugh, too!  Tell everyone!"  He
glared at her and tried to reach for his pants again.  She
blinked in surprise.

"No," she said.  "That isn't why I laughed.  I wasn't making
fun of you.  I laughed 'cause you looked so cute doing it –
you were so serious and intense!  And your hand moved so
fast!  I mean, you looked like Tommy when he did it, except
yours is so much smaller, of course, and it has that little
hoodie over the tip that Tommy doesn't have.  And yours
didn't shoot out that disgusting snot stuff that Tommy did
when you came.  And when you came you squeezed your butt so
tight, and it was such a perfect little butt, and so cute
and innocent, and I just wanted to reach out and touch you,
and, and, and I don't know what.  And then you started
peeing, and I was afraid if I said anything you'd jump and
pee would squirt all over, and I pictured that, and that's
when I laughed, I swear," Dot finished in a rush.  

Gabriel was still trying to reach his pants and cover his
genitals at the same time.  "Get out of her and leave me
alone," he said, blushing.

At the tension in his voice, Dot froze and let go of his
hands, enabling him to snatch up his pants.  "I'm so sorry,"
she said.  "I've messed things up again, haven't I?" her
eyes glistened, tears starting to appear.  She turned her
back to him.  "I'm so stupid," she said.  "All the girls
know it.  They make fun of me when they think I'm not
listening.  You know Dot, they say.  A bit slow on the
uptake.  The one who always trips over stuff, and says the
wrong thing."  Her voice broke on the last word.  She took a
deep, gasping breath, then continued.  "I'm sorry – I'll
just leave.  I didn't intend to spy on you, it just
happened.  And I really meant it about you being cute."  

Gabriel heard her moving toward the door.  He hitched his
pants the rest of the way up.  "Wait," he said, on impulse,
grabbing her arm.  Dot paused with her arm on the doorknob,
still appearing to be on the verge of crying.  "You really
think I'm cute?" he asked.  "Even naked?  Even when I'm
peeing, or, or…."

Dot swallowed, looking younger than her years, her face
flushed.  She swallowed again.  "Yes," she managed to choke
out.  She looked at the floor.  Gabriel looked at the floor,
too, neither speaking for a moment.  

"My sister says I look like a dork naked," Gabriel said,
almost inaudibly.  "She says girls just pretend to like boys
so that boys will give them presents and take them to movies
and stuff.  She says our – our boy stuff, you know…" here he
pointed to his modest crotch bulge, as if Dot couldn't
figure out what he was talking about.  "She says our boy
stuff sticks out all funny like it was just glued on as an
after—and after—an after something or the other."

"Afterthought," Dot suggested.

"Yeah, that's it.  She says that girls are nice and smooth
and boys are all hard and pokey and rude, and that makes us
disgusting.  She says my – my—you know, my peter – she says
it looks like a little worm," Gabriel said heatedly.  "You
think that too, don't you!  She says you all think that, but
you just tell us it's cute to our faces and then laugh at us
behind our backs for believing it.  That's what you're going
to do, isn't it?  You're going to go outside and then tell
your friends you caught me – you caught me--."  Gabriel gave
up trying to express the thought and looked at her with real
fear in her eyes.  "And then you'll all make fun of me, like
you did Tommy!"

Dot stared at Tommy, amazed by this tirade, and hurt by the
accusation.  "No!" she said forcefully.  "I won't!  Really! 
I wouldn't!  I really think you boy parts are cute, and your
butt, too!  I won't tell a soul, I promise!  It was fun
watching you – watching you play with yourself – it looked
like you were so into it!  You were so intense!  I wished I
could have seen your front more while you were doing it –
all I could really see was your cute little butt and your
hand moving, and just a little bit of your weenie from the
side!  It made me all tingly inside!"  Gabriel looked at her
doubtfully.  "Look, I don't think your little weenie is
ugly!  Really!  I like it!"  Gabriel looked even more
skeptical.

"Everyone knows girls don't really like it," Gabriel said. 
"That's why all the boys at the foster homes were always
trying to make me suck theirs and trying to make me take it
up the chute – because girls don't want to.  That's why we
have to do ourselves all the time – because the things
between our legs are disgusting."

"They're not really between your legs, you know," Dot said. 
"Your weenie and your bag, I mean.  They're not between your
legs.  I thought they would be – that's what everyone always
says.  Like Jessica – she said when she called me and said
to come over, 'they're gonna strip Tommy naked and paddle
his butt, and we'll see what he's got between his legs.' 
But you boys' stuff isn't between your legs – it's kinda
attached to the front of your crotch instead."  She stared
into space, reflecting.  "I suppose if it actually was
between your legs, like girls' stuff is, it would get in the
way when you walked."

"It doesn't matter where our stuff is – the point is you
guys don't like our stuff, you just pretend to.  Like my mom
– she'd did all kinds of stuff with guys she didn't like
just so they'd give her money or drugs.  Then she'd sit in
front of the TV and tell me and my sister how disgusting
each of them was, and how sometimes it was all she could do
to keep from puking when she looked at them.  So I know it's
all a big lie," Gabriel said stubbornly.  

"I'll show you," Dot said, determination in her voice, now. 
She reached behind her and locked the door, then slid to her
knees on the floor.  "I'll show you!" she repeated more
forcefully.  She licked her lips and looked up at him.  Then
slowly, deliberately, she raised both hands to the sides of
his sweatpants and gripped the waistband, starting to tug
them downward.  Gabriel, at first frozen with surprise,
reached down and grabbed his pants just as the top of his
hairless pubic triangle was emerging, barely in time to keep
hip privates under wraps.

"Hey, cut it out," he protested.  "What do you think you're
doing?"

"Let go," Dot replied, tugging harder on his pants.  "And
you'll see."  She looked at him earnestly.  "Just let go and
close your eyes.  Or open them and watch.  I don't care." 
When Gabriel still clung to his pants, she looked him in the
eye.  "Trust me," she said earnestly.  "If you don't trust
me this time, how will you ever know what I would have done? 
You have to be able to trust some people sometimes even if
others have hurt you, that's what my mom says.  She says if
you don't take a chance and trust people, you'll be alone
all the time."

Like Chad, last night.  Gabriel thought.  There had been
something about the tone of Beth's voice that had put
Gabriel on his guard last night – something that told him
not to go off with her alone to her bedroom.  And I trusted
Chad last night, Gabriel said to himself.  I had to make a
decision, and I trusted him.  After having seen Beth in
action all day, Gabriel was pretty sure this had been the
right choice.  After all, Chad had comforted him, and hadn't
taken advantage of him although he easily could have.  He
remembered, with warm coziness, Chad's larger, stronger body
pressed against his back, Chad's hand gently stroking his
penis, soothing him to sleep, not hurting him.  He'd trusted
Chad, and Chad had come through.  Maybe this girl….. 

He eased his grip and let her pull his pants down, his
little penis flopping out and immediately assuming a half-
hard jut.  The bathroom air felt cool on his bare butt.  He
looked down at the girl, who pulled his pants clear to his
knees and then let go and smiled up at him.  "You're gonna
like this," she said.  She slid her hands up the back of
Gabriel's legs, cupping each of his bare buns and then
pulling him slightly toward her.  She studied his little
penis at close range, noting the tip of the glans sticking
out with the foreskin surrounding it.  "See, I told you it
has a hoodie," she said.  "It's like Kenny on Southpark,
peaking out of it's hoodie at the world."  She leaned
forward and pressed her lips to the tip, kissing it lightly. 
Then, to Gabriel's amazement, she opened her mouth wide and
sucked his entire tool in, circling her tongue around the
shaft and bathing it in warm, enclosing wetness.  Gabriel
gasped, contracting his butt at the overwhelming sensations. 
The boys were never like this – lips so soft they caressed,
tongue working busily.  Usually, they just took it in and
sucked on it like a nipple on a baby bottle, sometimes
moving up and down it, often just slurping noisily.  They
usually had rougher, chapped lips, and they went at it like
they were trying to start a fire.  Sometimes they'd sucked
so hard they'd left him sore afterward.  Dot was sucking
more gently, using her tongue constantly, probing under the
foreskin, exploring the pee slit, licking the knot of skin
on the underside.  Gabriel was rock hard in moments, his
whole body practically vibrating with sensation.  Her hands
on his butt massaged, probed, and caressed, as if she
couldn't get enough of touching his boyish musculature,
exploring his butt's leanness, his total lack of body fat.  
Gabriel tensed, pulses of pleasure rapidly ascending despite
having just cum minutes earlier.  His need to cum became a
burning desire.  He rammed forward again and again, Dot
sensing his movements each time and moving with him, drawing
out to the tip of his organ, only about an inch and a half
from his crotch, then enclosing him all the way to his groin
again.  She shifted her right hand to his crotch and began
playing with his tiny ball sack has she sucked, tickling him
lightly underneath, sending new sensations through Gabriel. 
It was as if she genuinely liked messing with his equipment,
not like the boys who did the minimum that had to be done to
make him cum and then stopped sucking with his first pulse
of orgasm and spit his little penis out like it was
something distasteful.  

Seconds later, waves of orgasm swept through the little boy,
bringing him up on his toes making grunting little squeals
of delight as his penis pulsed in Dot's mouth, the ridge
where the foreskin attached growing much bigger in the
process.  She kept sucking valiantly through the whole
process, as if wringing the last vestiges of passion out of
him, then let her mouth slip down his rapidly shrinking tool
and off of it, where it landed wetly against his scrotum and
hung there glistening with saliva.  She caressed his butt
with one hand and his balls with the other, while Gabriel
caught his breath.

"Now do you believe I like it?" Dot asked, wiping her lips
and then kissing the head of his spent organ.  "Now do you
believe I think it's cute?"  She lifted his penis gently and
planted a kiss on each of his marble-sized balls, then
looked at him earnestly.

Gabriel stared down at her smiling face.  "Wow," he finally
said.  "Thanks."

"You're welcome," she said.  "Feel up to some more?"

Gabriel looked at his penis seriously, thinking about how it
felt internally at the same time.  The inside of his penis
was getting a bit sore from all the sucking he'd received in
the last few hours, first from Tommy and then from this
marvelous girl, and from his own stimulation just minutes
before.  He also was completely limp, and he had plans for
Tommy later that needed his penis' cooperation despite the
temptation of this offer.  "I don't think so," he said
solemnly.  "I just did it myself a few minutes ago, you
know.  I'm kinda milked out."  The latter was a phrase he'd
heard one of his mom's many boyfriends utter when she'd been
trying to arouse him on the sofa in front of the TV one day
despite Gabriel's presence in the room.  Dot didn't bat an
eye, though -- she responded by rising off her knees and
taking his underpants firmly and replacing them, following
with his pants.  She trailed a hand over his miniature
crotch bulge and looked at him with an air of contentment.

 "I've wanted to do that ever since Rebecca Slocomb started
talking about it last year, how she did it with the stupid
James Whitcomb and then insisted on telling about it over
and over and over, all the time pointing out the rest of us
couldn't possibly understand because we weren't experienced
like her, Dot said earnestly.  "But I had to find the right
boy.  I can't do stuff like that with just anyone – he's got
to be cute.  I don't mean just have a cute face, he's got to
be cute all over, if you know what I mean.  Like, he's got
to be clean and good-smelling, and, and not gross!  And then
there you were in the bathroom, and as soon as I saw your
little butt and your cute thingy, I just knew you were the
one.  And I did good, didn't I?  I bet Rebecca wasn't
anything as good as I was.  Didn't I do good?"

Gabriel, amazed at the string of words without a pause,
didn't answer immediately when they stopped.  Dot's face
fell.  "Stupid – of course I wasn't any good.  Nobody's ever
any good the first time they do something.  And I never do
anything right, anyway.  I should have known!"  She turned
to the door.  

"Wait!" Gabriel said, finally breaking from his post-
orgasmic lassitude.  "Don't go.  You were good.  Really! 
Better than any ole boy!  Really good!  You were great!"  He
looked at her earnestly willing her to believe him.

"Really?" Dot said.  "You're not just saying that?"

"Peter swear!" Gabriel said, sliding a hand into his pants
while holding the other one in the air.

Dot burst out laughing.  "Peter swear?" she exclaimed. 
"What's that?  Like pinky swear, only you use your peter?"

"Yeah," Gabriel said, looking at her earnestly.  "I learned
it from the orphanage I was in for awhile.  All the kids in
our bunk did it.  When a boy really meant something, he'd
put one hand on his dick and swear with the other one.  And
if you were agreeing to something, you'd both do it, and
smack your hands together at the same time.  It's called
peter swear.  It means that if you're not telling the truth,
or if you betray the other person, you hope your peter falls
off.  You only do it with special friends.  You're not
supposed to do it in front of girls, though – it's kinda
like a secret boy oath.  And you've got to have a peter, and
girls don't.  That's probably why you never heard about it." 

Dot looked at the smaller boy, overwhelmed with his
earnestness.  She was his special friend?  She stepped
beside him and slipped her right hand down his pants,
feeling for and finding his damp little cock and squeezing
the once again foreskin-covered head.  She raised her right
hand.  "I'll have to use yours, then.  I, Dot Havers, think
you and your weenie and all your other boy parts are cute,"
she said.  "And I'll never tell a soul our secret.  Peter
swear."  She gave his penis a tweak and slapped his upraised
hand.

"Wait," Gabriel said seriously.  "I have to be touching it,
too!"  He slipped his hand into his pants beside hers, their
fingers joining, and together they gripped his penis and
slapped hands.  Immediately they both burst out laughing. 
Seconds later, they cracked the bathroom door, peeked out of
it, and when it was obvious the hall was clear they raced
out the bathroom door, down the hall, and back through the
kitchen to the back yard.

No one appeared to have missed them.  Tommy was standing
now, in front of the circle of chairs, his arms still bound
behind him, his butt to the girls, who were chatting gaily
and making comments about his anatomy and his continued
crying.  His butt, fully exposed, was an angry mass of
blisters, welts, and bright red blotches.  He was hopping
from foot to foot, bawling more softly now but still unable
to control it, his fingers flexing behind him as if itching
to get loose and comfort himself.  Dot gave Gabriel a wink
and went to join the girls, while Gabriel passed in front of
Tommy and joined Chad against the fence on the far side.  He
noted that Tommy's penis was soft, hanging loosely over his
bulging scrotum, but not trying to retreat into his body
like before.

"I got him good, didn't I?" Gabriel said to Chad with
satisfaction after joining him.

"Oh, you got him," Chad said, looking sober.  "So do you
feel that you guys are even now?"

"Not yet," Gabriel said.  "I'm done with paddling and
spanking, I think, but I gotta take him up the chute before
we'll be even.  I might even have to do him twice – one for
butt-fucking me, and once more to punish him.  And I'm gonna
make him suck me a few more times before I quit and call it
even.  Are you gonna do anything more to him?"

"He owes me about seven blow jobs," Chad said.  "But I don't
know if I'll collect on all of them.  I'm more concerned
with what he owes Jesse –he needs to show Jesse he's sorry
and forgives him, and he needs to humiliate himself
voluntarily to Jesse to show that he means it.  And I don't
know if I can get him realize he has to, and to go ahead and
do it."

"Oh," Gabriel said.  He looked at Tommy for a moment, still
standing with his butt facing the girls, his hands still
tied just above his butt.  Beth was taking the underwear gag
out of his mouth.  "Chad, what does it mean if a girl sucks
you just 'cause she wants to?"

"Huh?" Chad said, his head snapping around to look at
Gabriel.  "What are you talking about?"

"You know – if a girls sucks your peter and says she thinks
it's cute and you are too, what does that mean?  Does that
mean she's your girlfriend?" Gabriel asked, his eyes
drilling into Chad's.

"Somebody did that to you?" Chad said, his voice betraying
his doubt.

"Maybe," Gabriel said.  "So what does it mean?"

"Really?  A girl sucked your wiener?" Chad said, ignoring
the question.

"That one," Gabriel said, pointing at Dot, all talk of peter
swearing forgotten.  Fortunately, Dot's back was turned. 
"In the bathroom.  She was in there, and I didn't see her,
and then she saw – well, she saw stuff, and then she said I
was cute and she sucked me."

"Dot sucked your wiener?" Chad said, still incredulous.

"It felt good," Gabriel said.  "Better than when a boy does
it.  Well, you know – you've had girls suck yours before."

"Oh, yeah," Chad said, the lie slipping easily off his
tongue.  "Lots of times."  The world wasn't fair, he
thought.  Here this little kid is getting blown by girls
he's just met, and all of Chad's prospects for a blow job
were equipped with penises.  Sure, he could make his brother
suck him any time he wanted for the next few days, and one
call to Alan would probably bring him running over ready to
spend the night, and Jesse had indicated he was ready any
time Chad was and only wanted to please him, but could he
get one girl, one single girl interested in sucking him?  It
just wasn't fair!

Beth was making Tommy turn around with his genitals facing
the audience while she removed his arm restraints.  With the
gag out of his mouth, he was crying softly but more audibly,
working his lips and tongue like his mouth was dry.  It
probably was, Chad thought.  

"Here's the deal," Beth said.  "I'm going to release your
arms, and you get 5 minutes to comfort your butt or your
nasties all you want.  After that, you won't be able to
touch anything below your waist for the rest of the day
unless one of us orders you to.  So give yourself comfort
while you can – you have five minutes."  She removed his
bonds with a flourish, and Tommy immediately began rubbing
his wrists, restoring circulation in his hands.  Momentarily
eased, he reached gingerly behind him and cautiously cupped
each of his buns with the corresponding hand, arching his
back and whimpering at the touch, oblivious to how this made
his genitals project towards the girls.  His fingers began
slowly exploring the welts and blisters of his stinging,
aching buttocks, pausing periodically to circle an
especially sore spot here or a rough spot there.  He moved
his right hand to the front briefly to cup his scrotum and
raise it so he could see it better, trying to see if any
external marks were present corresponding with the throbbing
ache he felt inside them from Gabriel's enthusiastic
squeezing of his balls.  He hurt!  He hurt all over his
underpants area – his entire butt stung and throbbed, and
his balls had a deep, unquenchable ache.  He had new respect
for his brother Chad, who'd suffered a similar spanking at
the hands of his family, also in front of witnesses, and
numerous other spankings and paddlings from other people,
including himself, during that same week.  His butt felt hot
under his hands – hot, yet dry rather than sweaty, not
surprising, given the afternoon was waning and the air
outside was cooling.  He flinched as he explored his butt
crack, where his buns were lined on both sides with a
particular vivid and severe crop of blisters.  He was glad
he'd already pooped for the day – he didn't think he could
stand to sit down even for that.  

Time was passing quickly during this musing, though.  Soon
his sister Beth sang out, "Two minutes left – then we'll
clean all that snot off of you and you can sit on your sore
bottom for awhile and think about your misdeeds!"  She
indicated the hard wooden chair Gabriel had sat in to spank
him.  More tears welled up in his eyes.  He was going to
have to sit on his sore butt!  It burned all over, and ached
inside!  He didn't think he could stand it!  Desperately he
tried to sooth the burn that still overwhelmed his butt. 
Man, for a little boy, his brat of a cousin could sure swing
a paddle!  He must have been really mad!  

The brat in question, meanwhile, was tugging at Chad's
sleeve to get his attention.  He leaned in, whispering to
Chad so as not to be overheard.  "I gotta take a shit,"
Gabriel said as softly as possible.

"You gotta be more careful," Chad said.  "You used the f-
word before, and now you're using the s-word.  You use
either of them where Beth can hear you, and she'll strip you
and spank your butt bare right here in front of the girls."

"Well, she can't hear me, can she?" Gabriel said reasonably. 
"And I gotta take a dump and I need your help.  'Cause it's
gonna hurt, I know it is!"

Belatedly, Chad realized what the younger boy was talking
about.  Gabriel's anus was injured, injured as a result of
his brother Tommy's misplaced anger.  As his own family
member was responsible for the damage, Chad himself felt a
strong obligation to help the little guy out.  Besides, he
had experience in these things himself from dealing with his
own anal injuries after being butt raped in the gauntlet, so
he knew what the boy was facing, and he knew something about
dealing with it.  And he doubted Gabriel would want Beth's
help in such a delicate, personal matter.

"Okay, Gabriel," Chad said reassuringly.  He really did have
sympathy for this problem of the boy's.  "But we'd better go
to the upstairs bathroom, away from all these females."

"Stupid cunts," Gabriel muttered.  Chad looked at him
warning.  "Don't worry, they can't hear me," Gabriel said,
adding, "besides, you were thinking it, too."

Actually, Chad wouldn't ever have used that term – up to a
few weeks ago, he couldn't even bring himself to think the
phrase 'butt hole,' or 'cock,' and he still felt kind of
funny about that, let along use the word Gabriel had just
said, or the f-word.  But he had to admit that he did feel
the same way about the girls in his yard as Gabriel
apparently felt. 

The two slipped away from where Tommy was moaning and
rubbing his butt to the Girl Scouts' amusement, and trooped
into the house and upstairs. Chad carefully locked the
bathroom door and looked for a place to sit, finally
settling on the edge of the bathtub.    Gabriel obligingly
pulled his pants and underpants off and stretched himself
across Chad's lap as Chad spread the boy's soft buns and
examined his anus at close range.  He reached over to the
ledge of the bathtub and retrieved the hand lotion.  "I'm
going to put a whole bunch of this on your butt hole and
then gently work it in, so you're all soft and greasy.  I'll
try to be gentle, but it might hurt some.  Just try to stand
it, because if I don't, it's going to hurt worse when you
poop, and once you get started going it'll be too late to
make it better."  

Gabriel shivered as cold lotion was applied to his butt
crack, then Chad began gently rubbing it in, making circles
on the younger boy's butt hole, trying to soften the scab
leading in a brown line from the tight center of the boy's
hole to the outer edge.  He took his time, pressing
progressively harder and adding more lotion as he went, then
easing lotion into the slit down the middle of the wrinkle
pattern.  "I'm going to try to put some inside you now,"
Chad said.  "I won't push it very far in because I know
you're full of poo in there right now and I'd just as soon
not get any on me, but I've got to get some in so the poo
just slips out when you go.  I'll try to be gentle, but it
will probably hurt."  He squirted a large amount of lotion
in the center of the boy's butt hole and pushed with his
little finger, forcing first the lotion in, and then,
causing a grunt and bodily tensing from Gabriel, the tip of
his index finger.  He paused with his finger in the boy up
to the first knuckle, and then began working it in slow
circles, trying to spread the boy's butt hole and loosen the
tight scab.  Gabriel squealed, tightening his butt and
arching his back.  

"Sorry," Chad said.  "I was trying to soften the scab so it
doesn't hurt when you poop.  I think I've done all I can do. 
You've got to try to go now."

Gabriel got up hesitantly, plopping immediately on the
toilet seat and wincing as his butt stretched apart.  His
little penis was rock hard and the foreskin retracted, his
small, tight scrotum protruding between his widely spread
legs.  The anal stimulation and a full rectum were obviously
combining to given him a throbbing hard-on.  He rocked a
little bit to try to find a good position and spread his
buns more, building the courage to push.   "I'll just step
out until you're done," Chad said, starting to rise from
where he sat across from the boy.

Gabriel grabbed his arm.  "NO!" he said.  "It's gonna hurt
bad, and I need you here to hold onto, and to tell me to
keep going when it hurts!  Please!"

Chad sighed.  He'd just as soon not be around a pooping boy
– he didn't like the sounds they made, or the smell, or the
feeling of intruding on someone's most private moment.  But
Gabriel clung to him tightly, so he settled down again on
the bathtub edge and looked at the floor, trying not to
listen to Gabriel's grunts and his little moans of pain as
he gripped Chad's arm convulsively.  His fingers became like
little claws momentarily, mildly painful to Chad, then he
let out a little squeal and shuddered.  "It hurts!" he
moaned.

"Come on, you can do it – just a little more," Chad said,
glancing at the boy's red, pain-twisted face.  Gabriel took
a deep breath and bore down, gripping Chad even harder
before exhaling sharply and relaxing his grip, plopping
sounds in the toilet attesting to his success.  Over the
next minute, Gabriel forced himself to strain twice more,
with accompanying plopping, and then relaxed, panting.  

"That hurt like a mother," he said between pants.  "But
holding onto you made it easier.  And you were right – the
lotion made stuff just slide out.  But it still hurt a lot! 
That's why I gotta get Tommy!"  He reached for toilet paper
and leaned to one side to slip a hand under him, then
shuddered and let go of the paper.  "I can't do it!  It
hurts too much!" he moaned.  "Chad, you gotta wipe me!"

Great, thought Chad.  Tommy has his fun, and I get to clean
up the poo.  Meanwhile, Gabriel had risen and was clutching
his ankles, assuming the little boy wiping position with his
butt in the air.  Chad, taking lots of paper, carefully
wiped the boy, trying to ignore his moans and the seep of
new blood from the cut.  "I guess we gotta wash it, too, and
put on Neosporin," Chad said reluctant to touch the boy's
orifice but knowing his duty and family obligation.  Great
job, Tommy – because of you I'm now chief butt-wiper and
washer.   He had Gabriel climb on the sink with his butt
hanging over the basin, then ran the hot water and splashed
water on the younger boy's butt hole, soaping his crack and
then splashing more water to rinse him off while Gabriel
cringed each time he neared the sore spot.  The other boy's
butt hole felt strange under his fingers – alive and moving,
reacting to his touch, but without the internal feedback he
got when he touched himself.  He lifted Gabriel back off the
sink and handed him a towel, noticing the boy's penis was
still erect as ever.  Man, what a horny little devil!  He
sat back down on the tub edge and Gabriel settled across his
lap again, wincing and complaining as Chad applied Neosporin
to his most private place, but restraining himself enough
for Chad to finish.  Finally Chad nudged him up, told him to
get dressed and went to wash scrub his own hands as
thoroughly as possible.  He didn't see anything on his hands
and he'd been careful, but he still felt unclean.  Getting
your own poop on you was bad enough, but someone else's poop
– Chad shuddered and washed his hands a second and then a
third time.  When he turned around to get the hand towel,
Gabriel was standing, still naked from the waist down,
staring down at his penis, which he was holding in one hand. 


"Do you really think my peter's cute?" he said.  "That girl
said it was cute, but I don't see how she could think that. 
It's just a peter, just like every one else's," Gabriel
said.  He thought a moment, then amended that.  "Well sort
of like everyone else's.  Except most of them are bigger
than mine, and some don't have a hood, and a lot of them are
hairier," he added.

"I don't think any boy's dick is cute," Chad said, realizing
he actually meant it.  "No matter what size it is or whether
it has a hood or not or how hairy it is or isn't.  I know
mine isn't cute, and neither is Tommy's or Jesse's, or
Alan's, and Jimmy's looks like a big turd…" he realized he
was saying too much and stopped that train of thought. 
Gabriel didn't seem to be paying any attention, anyway. 
"Look, I don't think mine is cute, either.  But some wieners
are less disgusting than others, I guess, and yours is
probably one of them.  At least, that may be what she meant. 
She probably likes a certain type.  And remember, she's a
girl.  They think different than we do."

Gabriel let go of his genitals and looked at himself
critically in the mirror.  His penis bobbed in the air in
front of him.  "I look funny naked," he said.  "It's
different when I have pants on – then all you see is a
little bump in front.  But I'm all weird looking and
wrinkled and floppy when I take my pants off."

"Me too," Chad said.  "I think we all look funny.  And we
look funnier all hard like that.  But some girls seem to
like it.  Look how eager the Girl Scouts were to get Tommy
naked."     He reflected.  "Not Beth, though," he said,
almost to himself.  "I'm pretty sure she doesn't like the
way we look at all.  She just undresses us for pure
meanness."

Gabriel was still staring at his crotch in the mirror.  "I
could never be a girl," he said.  

"You don't have the right equipment, anyway," Chad
responded.

"Even if I did," Gabriel said.  "I'd still think boys look
weird."

"So don't look at them.  I try not to.  And put on your
pants so I don't have to look at you," Chad said, throwing
the boy's sweatpants toward him.  Gabriel snatched them out
of the air and turned to bend down to get his underpants,
flashing his anus at Chad, his little bulge of a scrotum
momentarily framed between his spread legs.  Then he was in
his pants again and stepping gingerly out the door, walking
slightly bow-legged and taking short steps, his damaged hind
quarters obviously still hurting him.  Chad hung the towels
up.  I really don't like boys, he realized as he watched
Gabriel go.  His own genitals were soft and unaroused in his
pants, despite the intimate handling he'd just done of the
younger boy.  He tried to picture having Cynthia in the same
position, spread over his lap with her legs apart, the
furrow that had to be between her legs spreading to show her
vagina, the place for his penis.  His penis twitched and
began to harden.  Yes!  Chad smiled smugly and headed for
the hall.  Cynthia and Jimmy were right!  He liked girls!
Yet somewhere deep inside him a dissenting note resonated. 
He still wanted to make Tommy suck him, and not just because
he wanted to pay Tommy back.  And if Alan offered to suck
him, he might not say no, either.  Yeah, he liked girls. 
But he didn't hate doing sex with boys – it made him feel
kind of tingly to think about.  So what kind of person was
he? 

Outside again, Chad discovered that Beth had suffered
another brainstorm while he and Gabriel had been off on
their mission.  Tommy was standing in the middle of the yard
surrounded by girls, his blistered butt and sagging genitals
on display and his fingers curled with the effort to avoid
soothing his posterior now that his comfort time was up. 
Beth was putting the sprinkler wand on the garden hose,
while two of the girls, whose names Chad didn't know, were
standing by holding new bars of soap and grinning.  She
looked up as Chad emerged from the house.  "We've decided
brother dear needs a bit of a wash to get the snot and crud
off him – you boys shed all sorts of disgusting things
during discipline!  The girls are going to take turns
soaping him up, two at a time.  He ought to be clean after
being washed 5 times, don't you think?" she added, smiling
smugly.  

Chad looked at Tommy, noted he was still crying softly. 
"Don't you think it's getting kind of cold out for that?" he
asked.  The late September air had been balmy earlier, but
now it was cooling off fast.  

Beth shrugged.  "So it can be a contest – we'll see if the
girls can warm him more than the air and water cool him.  If
his nasties go into hiding, we'll know the cold won."

Chad turned away.  He almost felt sorry for his brother,
until he remembered the painful brown scab on Gabriel's
posterior, and Tommy's gleeful torture of himself a few
weeks back.  He turned his back and walked over to where
Gabriel was standing by the table, finishing the last of the
potato chips.  "I have to stand up for a bit, yet," he
confided as Chad got within earshot.  "It hurts too much to
sit down.  Will it get better soon?"

"It's still gonna hurt pretty bad tomorrow, I'd guess," Chad
said.  "When I got punished there, mine hurt for 4 or 5
days, but it got a little better each day."

"I'm gonna get him good,"  Gabriel said grimly, flexing his
butt experimentally.  "Do you suppose it would hurt if I
just sat on one side of it?"  He settled with half of his
butt on the chair, shifting to try to find a comfortable
position.  "Still hurts," he said.  "I'm gonna get him
good," he repeated to Chad.  "But not until later.  I'm
sleeping with you again tonight.  I'll act like I'm not
going to do anything when he goes to bed, and then and when
he's asleep and not expecting it, boom!  I give it to him up
the chute!  But you gotta help me by holding him down when I
do it."

Chad considered the situation.  He understood Gabriel's need
for retaliation – it was the playground way of dealing with
disputes.  You hurt me, I get to hurt you back harder, then
I either hit you back harder or we call it even and we
forget about it.  He figured even Tommy would understand
Gabriel's need for revenge.  But would Tommy consider it
even afterward, or would he go feel compelled to strike back
harder?  "You know," he said to Chad.  "You might just make
Tommy want to do something else to you if you get him back. 
I can't protect you all the time, and he's as big as me." 
Tommy was bigger than Chad, actually, and stronger, a fact
Chad found humiliating to consider, let along admit aloud.  

"I don't care," Gabriel said.  "If he tries to get me back,
I'll just get him tell Beth or your Mom, or I'll get him
again myself.  And I'll keep doing it until he gives up. 
That's what you have to do in the foster homes, too, or the
kids run all over you."

Chad sighed.  He'd figured Gabriel would say that.  "Okay,"
he said.  "But you've got to let me grease you up a little
with lotion first.  I don't want you ripping him open like
he did to you.  And you don't want blood on you, do you?."

"Aww, I won't hurt him that much," Gabriel said.  "My peter
isn't big enough to tear him up.  And it's gotta hurt him. 
Will it hurt enough if you put greasy stuff on me?"

Chad thought back to how he'd felt with Joseph Rainey's
little inch and a half cock in his butt, pounding away with
abandon.  "Believe me," he said.  "It'll hurt enough. 
Especially if it takes you awhile."

Gabriel considered this.  "I know," he said.  "We'll make
him suck us off just like normal before bedtime.  Then when
he's thinks we're going to sleep, I'll get him.  It always
takes me longer to cum if I wait a few minutes after the
last time," Gabriel said.  "You just have to convince him to
hold still and take it."  Chad opened his mouth to answer,
but then heard the phone ringing in the house.  He sprinted
to answer it, surprised to hear Alan Delvecchio's voice on
the line.  

"Hey, Chad!" he said happily when Chad answered.  "Just the
amigo I wanted to talk to.  My mom says she'll take a bunch
of us to the movies if you wanna go!  She'll drive us there
and pick us up later, so we can even hang out at the mall
awhile.  I thought of you, and Jimmy, and Cynthia – she's a
girl, but she's still part of the gang."  Chad hadn't
thought of that before, but Alan was right – he and Jimmy
and Alan and Cynthia had become their own little crowd
lately – a comfortable foursome brought together by their
mutual hatred of Emily Git and, in the case of the boys by
the comradery of having all been in the position of being
bare naked in front of class, showing their boy parts to
everyone, and having to cry through a savage spanking,
paddling, or whipping.  For that matter, it was that
comradery that had made big Joey Turpin their newest
protector and sometime ally at school.  Sure, Alan had made
sexual advances on Chad and that was weird and unsettling,
but he was a heck of a lot of fun, too, and he knew what
Chad had been through more than any of them, even Jimmy. 
And there had been Cynthia's brush across his crotch and
promising smile when they'd parted on Friday afternoon. 
Chad found the prospect of an evening with his friends
suddenly very attractive.  

Alan was continuing to talk.  "You can bring your brother
too, you know.  My mom has a van, so she can actually carry
6 people.  If that friend of his is there, you can ask him
to come, too.  You know, the one you told me about."  There
was an expectant pause on  the other side of the line, Alan
suddenly sounding a bit edgy.  

"Jesse, you mean?" Chad said.  "He's not here now.  And
Tommy's being punished, so he can't go, I'm sure."  He
didn't add the details of how severely Tommy was being
punished or why, and Alan didn't ask.  

Alan didn't reply immediately.  Instead, the pause on the
other end of the line went on, and then Alan, sounding
significantly less enthusiastic, said, "Oh.  Well."  Then he
paused again.  "But you can still come, right?"

Realization hit Chad.  Alan had probably been hoping to meet
Jesse, perhaps see if they were even remotely compatible. 
During the week after his suspension for school, Chad had
related his entire home punishment story to Jimmy and Alan,
including the part about the phantom cock-sucker who he'd
thought was Karen but who'd turned out to be Jesse instead,
swearing them both to secrecy, and leaving out his own
doubts about his reactions to being sucked by a boy.  Jimmy
had laughed himself silly, pronouncing the whole story
utterly hilarious.  Later in the day, though, Alan had begun
probing Chad about Jesse, asking whether he visited often to
hang out with Chad's brother and wondering what he looked
like.  It wasn't until now that Chad had linked the two
things together.  On impulse he'd told Jesse he should get
to know Alan when Jesse had confessed his homosexual
impulses back then.  Now it occurred to him that maybe Alan
would like to get to know Jesse as well.  

It must be tough for kids like Alan, he thought to himself. 
He found it almost impossible to share with Cynthia his
powerful new emotions about her – how much harder must it be
to confess your feelings to a fellow boy, and probably face
rejection and ridicule and maybe even attack.  He remembered
Jesse's disappointment when he'd found that Chad's
enthusiastic response to his oral overtures were due to the
fact that he thought Jesse was a girl.  At the time he'd
actually felt a bit guilty about his reaction, and about the
fact that he'd rejected Jesse more strongly than he actually
felt internally.  Then, on the heels of that disappointment,
Jesse got more callously and viciously rejected by Tommy,
threatening a friendship that went back to kindergarten. 
Only Jesse's hasty exit had prevented him being the victim
of Tommy's retaliation last night instead of Gabriel.  

Chad realized he felt a strong urge to do something to make
both Jesse and his new friend Alan's life easier if he
could.  Maybe going with them would help get Jesse's mind
off of the events of the last two days.  

"You know, Jesse might still want to go," Chad interjected
suddenly.  "Even if Tommy can't.  Why don't I call and ask
him, and if he wants to go we'll just pick him up.  He
doesn't live far away."  "Great!" Alan said, his voice
brightening again.  "Pick you up at 4?"  Chad felt himself
brightening too.  Wouldn't it be great if the two of them
hit it off – maybe they could work out who they were without
all the uncertainty of approaching boys and being rejected
or attacked.  And if it was just a phase or something, they
could work through that, too.  He didn't like Alan
considering him a possible sex partner, or Jesse either. 
But if they both liked it, and it made them both happy, and
what was the harm in that?  It didn't involve him.  And
tonight he could concentrate on getting closer to Cynthia.

He thought of something else.  "Can I bring my cousin, too? 
He's a couple years younger than us, but he's a good kid. 
And I think he needs to get out of the house for awhile."

"Sure, why not?" Alan said expansively.  He sounded
positively cheerful again.  Chad hoped he wasn't setting
Alan up for disappointment, or Jesse either.  This whole
matchmaking thing was nerve-wracking.  "See you in a bit!"
Alan said, ringing off.

Chad hung up the phone and drifted out to the yard.  A pair
of girls was busily soaping Tommy, one probing deeply
between his welted buns from one side, the other circling
his cock and balls from the other side.  From the completely
shrunken appearance of his brother's genitals, cold was
definitely winning over stimulation.  Tommy was shivering,
fighting to hold still, and crying from the pressure of
their scrubbing, the burning of his blisters by the soap,
and the humiliation of successive sets of girls handling his
most private parts.  Chad sauntered up to Beth, who was
watching, smirking, looking satisfied with the world.

"Alan's mom offered to take Gabriel and me to the mall to
see a movie.  That's okay with you, isn't it?  I'll take
care of him, and we'll be back by 10," he said.

"Sure, whatever," Beth said.  "I'm putting baby balls over
there on the peg chair next, with a nice hefty dose of
burning lotion on the peg to warm him up again.  The fewer
of you scrotes there are around, feeling sorry for him, the
better.  It'll be easier to humiliate Tommy without you guys
around, flinching every time we give his dork a yank.  So
go, and take the little butthole over there with you," she
said, jerking a thumb at Gabriel, who was watching the
proceedings with mild interest.

Chad nodded and drifted off, rejoicing inside.  He was going
to get away from Beth all evening!  And Cynthia was going to
be there!  Maybe even sitting beside him at the movies,
maybe even holding his hand, or putting her hand on his
knee, or maybe even on his crotch like she did that
afternoon!  His penis sprang to full hardness in his pants,
and he went off to tell Gabriel the good news.

  
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