Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 32
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 32:  What Goes in Must Come Out

Meanwhile, Tommy and Beth had made it almost all the way
around the block without meeting an additional person.  Old
Mr. Iverson had driven very slowly by in his ancient Chevy
Citation, it was true, but he could barely see beyond his
nose (and shouldn't have been driving at all, no matter how
slowly), and probably thought Beth was walking a real dog
and not a boy on a leash.  In the middle of that block, Beth
had insisted, to Tommy's humiliation, that he sniff the fire
hydrant and then lift his leg and squeeze out a few drops to
mark it, which he finally managed to do with some effort,
but other than that it had been an easy trip.  As they
turned the third corner of the block, though, Tommy's luck
ended.  At the end of the block, dead ahead, were three
children's silhouettes – two short, one taller, and since
she was in profile, clearly sporting developing breasts. 
No, it couldn't be – Tommy's luck would never be that bad! 
But it was.  A few more paces confirmed it.  Standing there,
talking, were two of the bratty, trashy, mean –tempered
Bascomb brats, the boy and girl who were twins.  And talking
to them, his sometime crush, Serena Cay!  

Beth leaned toward Tommy.  "Looks like you're about to have
an audience, Tommy-dog!" she said cheerfully.  She waved her
flyswatter, giving Tommy a pat on his exposed rump.  "No,
don't slow down.  Trot right up to them, sniff their feet
and their butts like a good dog.  Wag your tail.  Oh, that's
right, you don't have a tail yet – I'll have to do something
about that, soon.  Well, wag your butt as you sniff them,
then!  And remember, if you're not acting like a good dog, a
couple of swats on your baby nut bag should improve your
attitude."

She looked critically between Tommy's legs as they padded
along.  "Baby being the operative word – amazing what a
little cold air does for you guys!  I would swear I was
looking at Chad's stuff right now!"

Tommy winced mentally at the comparison to his barely
pubescent older brother.  It was Beth's fault, putting that
ice on him before they left.  That and the cold.  The rest
of his body had warmed up as a result of the energetic walk
she'd been forcing him to take, but his genitals still felt
like they had ice on them.  A quick glance under his belly
confirmed it – his penis was hardly extended downward at all
– it was just a little bump between his legs!  And they were
approaching Serena now – any moment and she'd turn and see
them, see him in all his inadequacy – see his bare butt, and
his exposed butt hole, and his tiny, ice-shrunken boys
parts!

Tommy had, from time to time while masturbating alone in his
bed, fantasized showing Serena genitals.  In his dream,
she'd eagerly pull down his pants, stare at pulsing, swollen
phallus and low-hanging balls with an excited "ooooooo," and
then gently touch his cock while saying something like, "Oh,
Tommy!  It's so big!"  In his fantasy, she'd then begin
stroking it faster and faster, until he came about a gallon
and she stared, in his fantasy, in fascination at his
incredible manliness.  

He certainly hadn't imagined anything like this for her
first sight of his boyhood – him naked and being treated
like a dog, his genitals shaved hairless and shriveled in
cold and humiliation.  He tried to walk slower, but Beth
nudged him between the legs with the flyswatter.  "Don't
even think of stopping, Tommy-dog!" she said.  "Walk right
up to them and sniff their feet and their butts, all three
of them, or I'll have them hold you while I hit your little
danglers about a dozen times with this thing!"

Tommy stiffened.  She would, of course.  She would
cheerfully have them hold him down on his back with his legs
spread, while she took the swatter and smashed his balls
with it over and over again.  She'd even smile while she did
it.  His mind flashed back, for a minute, on the day a few
weeks back when his entire class had played kickball using
Chad's balls as the target.  He remembered his brother's
face each time the ball hit home, and the way that his ball
sack had swollen to twice its original size afterward. 
That's how his balls would look, too, if he gave Beth even
the least chance at them.  No way he was risking that, no
matter how embarrassing this would be.  He just have to
sniff their butts, even Serena's, even those bratty Bascomb
kids', and deal with the humiliation later.

One of the Bascomb kids finally noticed Beth and her charge
coming up the walk.  He glanced at them, looked away, then
snapped his head around in surprise.  "Hey!" he said,
breaking into giggles.  "Look!"

The two girls looked where he was pointing.  The Bascomb
girl fell into a fit of giggles as well.  Serena stared, her
mouth dropping open in a mime's parody of surprise. 
"Tommy?" she said.  "Tommy Henson?"

With Beth nudging him with the flyswatter, Tommy had no
choice but to walk up to the nearest child, the Bascomb boy,
and sniff around his feet.  He looked pleadingly at Beth,
who merely waved her swatter in the general direction of the
boy's grimy pants seat.  Flushing, Tommy rose a bit and
sniffed near the boy's bottom. He repeated the process on
the boy's sister.

"What are you, a dog?" the girl laughed as he sniffed near
her bottom.  She bent over slightly, shoving her butt
towards Tommy's nose.  "Here, take a good sniff," she said.  
Snickering.

"Course he's a dog, stupid!"  Her brother replied.  "Why you
think he's sniffing your butt!"  He smirked at his sister. 
"I feel sorry for him!  I wouldn't wanna sniff your nasty
old poopy butt!"  He grinned at Beth.  "Bet she hasn't taken
a bath in 3 days!"

"Neither have you," the girl retorted.  "And your butt is
nastier than mine, 'cause you're a boy, and everyone knows
boys have nasty butts.  Besides, you poop in your pants all
the time."

"You're the one who took a dump in your pants last week, not
me!" her brother retorted.  He smirked at Serena.  "She got
it all over her butt, and it ran down her pant leg to the
carpet!  The old woman had to take her outside to the back
yard and hose her off!  She had to bend over naked while she
did it!  You could see her pussy and everything!  Wide
open!"  He gave Serena a confidential look.  "Not that
there's much to see there," he added.  "She doesn't even
have any hair.  But I saw everything!"

Serena looked away from the boy it in distaste.  His sister
looked at him contemptuously.  "Yeah, like you boys are so
much to look at," she said.  She winked at Serena and Beth. 
"A little bump with a slit in it and a patch of wrinkled
skin underneath –- that's all butt face over there has!  I'm
surprised he can find it to pee!"

"You should see it when I think about Sylvia Lopez," her
brother muttered.  She ignored him and bent over Tommy's
side to examine his belly and the area back between his
legs.    "He is all nakey, isn't he?  Totally, completely,
weenie-dangling naked" she shrieked with laughter.  "Like
you were 2 weeks ago when the old woman switched your butt!" 
She grinned at Serena and Beth.  "He had to stay nakey the
rest of the day, 'cause she said he needed to get air on him
to heal.  And she made him clean the house by himself, and I
didn't have too!  I got to pull his dangler and smack him in
the nuts every time he passed by!".  The girl leaned over
Tommy's side again, studying the area between his legs. 
"You don't have much there, do you?"  she said.  "I'd swear
your doodlebug is smaller than my brother's, and that's
pretty small!"

"It's not small when I make you suck it!"  The boy said,
smirking and his sister.  He dashed around Tommy, looking
blatantly Tommy's butt and at his scrotum, tightly pursed
between his legs like a snug little pouch.  "You can see his
dumper, too," he said loudly.  He leaned over and poked
Tommy's anus hard with his index finger, almost shoving the
finger in.  Tommy yelped and shied away.  The kid smelled
his finger and smiled.  "Smells like shit," he said.  He
came at his sister with it, trying to hold it under her
nose, and they began scuffling.  

Serena reached around and cuffed to the two of them on the
ears.  "You to get out of here and go home," she ordered. 
"Or I'll tell your mother what you were saying, and she'll
blister your little buns!"  She reached over and easily
circled both children around the chest with her arm, pulling
them to her and giving them each a hefty swat on their
clothed rear ends.  The boy let out a little yelp, and the
two of them fled, rubbing their butts as they ran.

Beth reached down with the flyswatter and nudged Tommy's
legs apart, so that he was standing on all fours with his
legs widely spread, the better to show off his genital
region.  Serena turned back from chasing the Bascomb kids
away and walked around to join Beth

"That'll chase them away for a while" she said.  Their mom
probably would paddle them if she said anything – she seemed
to enjoy beating their little butts at the slightest
provocation.  Serena shuddered.  Grimy as they were, no way
she'd touch their bare bottoms, not even with a paddle!. 
She found herself wondering just what the boy he did have in
his pants, and whether it actually was bigger than what
Tommy was sporting right now.  She looked at him kind of
sideways, so not as to be seen looking at him, but at the
same time eagerly sized up his equipment from back between
his legs as she stood by Beth.  Forced to stand as he was by
Beth, with his legs spread, she could see everything.  

Her first response was one of disappointment.  His boy
equipment didn't look very much different from that of his
brother Chad's.  Chad had been the first, and up to today,
only male whose genitals she'd seen in person.  She'd seen
diagrams of naked boys in sex education books, but the
reality that was Chad's genitals had been a genuine
disappointment by comparison—much smaller than she'd
imagined and not nearly so manly looking.  On the other
hand, his hairless privates had been soft of cute, in their
own way, and she'd enjoyed her part in helping to punish
Chad several weeks earlier.  Tommy, at the time, had
suggested that his own boy parts were much bigger than
Chad's and that he had crotch hair like the boys in the
diagrams in the books.  Yet he appeared to be as bald as his
brother down there.  She could've sworn that she'd heard
somewhere that Tommy had hair, but his crotch appeared to be
bold as his brother's had been.  His boy parts also didn't
look much different from Chad's, his scrotum a wrinkled bag
pulled tight to his groin, two small balls bulging out each
side.  They did appear to be bigger than Chad said been, and
his scrotum was browner and perhaps more wrinkled, but they
didn't appear all that different.  Tommy's penis was also a
disappointment, a little finger of flesh, dangling downward
just beyond his scrotum and barely projecting at all in the
cold air.

Serena had tried to imagine Tommy naked many times after
having seen Chad in the flesh.  It was a favorite fantasy of
hers when she was lying on her back in her bed in the dark,
her right forefinger gently circling the hard, super-
sensitive lump at the top of her vulva.  She almost always
pictured him the same way, walking toward her smiling, arms
outstretched ready to enfold her, hold her tightly.  She'd
pictured him with a full carpet of hair on his groin, a man-
sized sausage hanging down between his legs at least 5
inches, swaying as he walked to her over a hefty pouch that
made the sausage curve outward. He'd take her into his arms
and press against her, and suddenly in her fantasy she'd be
naked, too, and he'd press his hard body against her supple
one, his manliness rubbing urgently against her own
eagerness.  In a flash, he'd be hard, hard the way Chad had
been hard, but bigger, oh, so much bigger!  She'd circle him
with both hands, one at the base, one at the tip, and feel
that hardness, his eagerness for her, and then, usually,
she'd climax, and thus she hadn't really explored what
happened in her fantasy after that point.

The reality she was seeing now was like a cold, wet blanket
over her fantasies.  The hairless groin, the small, wrinkled
sack, the tiny, pathetic finger of tissue.  When she'd
pictured Tommy naked she'd never imagined anything like the
pathetic, soft little knob barely projecting between his
legs.  It just wasn't – wasn't manly, that was it!  It was
little-boy cute, that's what it was, and Serena had no
interest in little boys' genitals.  The position Tommy was
in didn't help his case, either.  With his legs widely
spread, his crack was fully separated, his slightly swollen
butt hole (the result of having been forcibly butt-fucked
just the night before by his little cousin Gabriel, with
Chad's assistance) clearly visible and protruding slightly,
and marring the smoothness of the skin lining his crack and
extending down between his legs.  To Serena, he looked
absolutely disgusting with his butt hole sticking out like
that, kind of like those dogs whose tails curled over their
backs, so that you have to stare at their unsightly orifices
all the time. She'd never understood why anyone would want
to own a dog like that, where you had to look at their ass
holes continuously.  Yet, despite her disappointment and
even mild revulsion at seeing the object of her affections
naked, she couldn't take her eyes off the boy's anal and
genital region.  The picture was seared in her brain, like a
picture she'd once seen of someone clubbing a baby seal.

Beth nudged Tommy with her flyswatter.  "Turn around and
look up at Serena," she said.  "Stop looking at the ground." 
Tommy reluctantly crawled in a circle and raised his head,
having trouble meeting Serena's eyes.  He remembered the
excited glitter of her eyes when he'd shared his naked
brother's punishment with her, the superior look she'd
sported every time she'd examined Chad's meager genitalia,
the smirk that said, "I'm clothed, and you, you poor
pathetic thing, are naked, and I can look at any part of you
I want to!" But he knew Beth wouldn't cut him any slack, and
he didn't want to feel the flyswatter on his naked sack.  He
tilted his head up reluctantly, until his eyes met hers.  He
was both gratified and mortified to realize she he was
gratified to see that she was not smirking or laughing at
him.  Rather, he saw an odd mixture of disappointment and
disgust, like she'd been expecting something more, something
better.  Like some cherished fantasy inside her had died. 
He gave her longing look, trying to signal that none of this
was his fault, that he hoped everything would still be the
same between them after this.  But her eyes shifted to his
butt, she suppressed a shudder, and then she looked away,
and started back to her house.  "I gotta go," she said. 
"Breakfast is probably ready."

"I don't think your little girlfriend was much impressed by
your little dangler," Beth said.  "She was probably thinking
that you were hung like a real boy!"  She nudged Tommy
forward on the leash.  She grinned to herself as he began
plodding disconsolately down the sidewalk to the corner.  It
had been clever of her to ice him down first, thus forcing
him to show himself off at his worst.  And making him pose
with his legs apart so that his butt hole showed
prominently, that had been pure genius on his part. A
smooth, rounded butt, even a muscular boy-butt like Tommy's,
could be attractive and intriguing to any girl, if he was
standing up, his buns chastely together.  But bend him over,
and his ugly little third eye immediately spoiled the view. 
"Probably just as well for her to see you as you really
are," she added.  "I doubt if there was any future to her
thoughts about you, anyway, now that everyone knows you're a
rump-ranger at heart!"

The two rounded the corner, and started back up the block
toward their house.  They hadn't got more than another 10
steps before the Bascomb kids came racing out of their front
yard, again, the girl waving something in the air, the boy
whooping at them to wait.  Beth paused, yanking Tommy's
leash to force him to stop, also, and immediately prodding
his legs apart again with her swatter to show off his
equipment at its worst.  As they neared, the girl held up a
short carrot, the tip blunt, a luxurious, busy, bright green
top still attached.  It appeared to be more than an inch
wide along most of its length,  and the orange part was
glistening in the rising sun, obviously coated with
something slick.  "We got the doggie a tail!"  she said,
smirking.

"Yeah, and we put hand lotion on it.  So you can shove it up
his butt!"  The boy said.

"How considerate," Beth said, stopping.  "And how is it that
you found a carrot and hand lotion so fast?"

"We had carrots in the garden!"  The boy said.

"And he has lotion stashed in his drawer.  So he can jerk
off with it when he thinks I'm asleep!"  The girl added.  

The boy shot her a startled, guilty look, then tried a quick
counterattack.  "I only use it for my hands," he said.  "You
use it on your bald little cunt!"

"Yeah, right," she countered.  "You use it on your hand, all
right.  Right before you grab your dork with it!"

"Spare me," Beth said in a sharp voice.  "Give me that
thing."

Tommy's eyes got huge as he looked from the carrot to Beth. 
No, he tried to make his face say.  No, no, no, Beth! 
Please! Please, no!  But Beth had set down the flyswatter
and had the carrot in her hand already, eyeing it with an
evil grin.  She turned that grin to Tommy.

"Now hold still," she cautioned.  "This might be a bit
bigger than the little dicks you've had up there lately.".  

The Bascomb boy was growing impatient.  "Come on, stick it
in already!  I want to see his face when it goes in!"  He
stared at Tommy's upturned face eagerly.  His sister moved
around to Tommy's butt to ogle him there.

Holding Tommy's leash tightly, Beth squatted beside him. 
Tommy began violently shaking his head from side to side,
and scooting his butt around so that it was away from Beth. 
"Grab his bag," she said to the girl peremptorily.  "Give
his jewels a squeeze if he moves again.  

The grimly little girl's hand flew between Tommy's legs,
seizing his scrotal bulge and closing around the base,
isolating his marbles from his body and squeezing just
enough to give Tommy the threat of discomfort.  Tommy froze,
afraid she'd squeeze hard at any minute if he moved. 
Frowning, Beth gripped him around the middle with her leash
hand.  Tommy dropped to the sidewalk and squeezed his butt
shut as tightly as he could, trapping the girl's hand
between his closed legs against the ground.  The girl began
tightening her grip on his balls, causing an immediate
increase in discomfort.  At the same time, Beth spoke to him
in an even, threatening tone.  "I'm giving you until the
count of five to get back up on all fours so I can put this
all the way up your butt," she said.  "Or I'm going to have
her crush your little jewels until you do!  Then, afterward,
I'll take the swatter to your entire diaper region!"

Tommy went white with terror.  She do it, she really would! 
Also, the girl's grip on his sack was tightening to the
point of pain.  Reluctantly, his whole body shaking, he
forced himself to get back up on all fours.  "Lower your
head to the ground," Beth ordered.  "I need you to open up
as much as possible.  It's a pretty wide carrot!" 
Whimpering, Tommy did is he was told, lowering his head to
his arms, a few tears trickling out of the corners of his
eyes.  His butt felt so open and exposed, thrust backward
and spread like that.  The little boy's face was now cocked
low to the ground, so he could see Tommy's own face from
inches away.  Tommy lurched as hefelt the cold carrot
pushing against his anal orifice, pushing harder and harder. 
Just as Gabriel's little cock had pushed harder and harder
into him the night before.  He remembered what Chad had said
about relaxing like he was trying to poop, and willed his
anal orifice to relax, hoping to stop the building pain. 
Suddenly, his anus parted with a sudden agony that left his
gasping, and the carrot slid it greasily, immediately
filling his rectum and giving him the powerful urge to poop. 
Tommy tensed every muscle in his lower body, waiting for the
pain to recede, trying not to cry.  He could feel his anal
muscle close over the top end of the carrot, the sharp pain
cutting off, but his anus wrapping uncomfortably around the
green stalks sticking out of his butt.  Incongruously, he
felt his penis stiffened between his legs, lengthening
rapidly and lurching up towards his belly.  Sure, now it
gets big, now that nobody sees it, he thought to himself.

Behind him, the little Bascomb girl let out a startled
"ooooooo."  At the same time, her brother began laughing
hysterically.  "You should have seen his face when it went
in!" he shrieked.  "You'd have though she'd stuffed a car up
his butt!  Or maybe even a bus!"
Behind Tommy, the little girl was laughing, too.  "It looks
just like a tail!"  she shrieked.  "A green, fluffy tail!"

"Better yet, it hides his disgusting butt hole," Beth said
letting go of Tommy and standing up to admire her handiwork. 
"Thanks, kids, that was a good idea."  Tommy, still
shuddering from the receding waves of pain from his anal
area, could feel the ends of the carrot fronds tickling his
butt and the backs of his legs.  He wondered, suddenly, if
this was how Gabriel had felt when he'd rammed his own penis
into the boy Friday night.  He suddenly had a lot more
sympathy for the boy's complaints, and felt a corresponding
pang of extreme guilt.  

Meanwhile, the boy was laughing hysterically, finally
collapsing to the grass next to the sidewalk and rolling on
the ground along with his sister.  Beth picked up the
flyswatter and nudged Tommy with it.  "Home, Tommy-dog!" 
she ordered.  "And wag your tail like a happy dog as you go,
or we'll go around the block again!"

Not wanting that worse than anything in the world, Tommy
took a step, then another.  The carrot up his butt felt
distinctly uncomfortable, like an extremely hard poop that
was lodged half out of his butt and wouldn't come out.  Beth
nudged him with the swatter on his flank, and he jumped with
a start.  "I said, wag your tail!" she ordered.  Tommy began
wiggling his hind quarters as he padded along, making his
green carrot top tail shake.  The Bascomb kids watched them
go.  As they receded behind him, Tommy heard the boy, still
laughing hysterically, shout, "I've heard of people pooping
out corn, but never a whole carrot!"

Tommy was almost grateful as they padded up the front steps
and into the hall, his penis now bumping rock hard against
his belly, the fronds of the carrot, tickling his butt as he
half waddled into the house.  It was hard to crawl normally
with a carrot up your butt!  Each step reminded him of his
painfully full rectum.  They proceeded into the kitchen,
where the other three kids were finishing setting up
breakfast.  Beth's eyes immediately lit on Tommy's plate
sitting up the table.  "Dogs don't eat at the table," she
said icily.  She took the eggs, bacon, and toast that they
had already piled on Tommy's plate and dumped them into a
plastic bowl from the cupboard, letting them mix together in
the process.  She poured Tommy's orange juice over the mess
she had made, setting the whole thing on the floor.

Meanwhile, the other three children were staring in shock at
the carrot frond sticking out of Tommy's butt.  "What's
that?"  Dakota said, staring.  

"It's his tail, of course," Beth said.  "I think it's very
becoming.  And he needed something to cover that disgusting
business of his!  I didn't want to stare at his butt hole
all day – did you?"

"But what is it?"  Dakota asked.

"Just a carrot," Beth said.  "Too bad we don't have a turnip
to stick up there instead!  Now that would get his
attention."

Chad looked to Gabriel.  "You'd better be careful, Beth," he
said.  "You could hurt him sticking things up his butt!  Mom
said you shouldn't put anything up there any bigger than his
finger.  Look what happened to Gabriel when Tommy—when
Tommy--"

"When you dear brother corn-holed him?  Is that what you're
trying to say, Chaddie-boy?  Like you're so innocent!" Beth
said.  "I bet you and the other little rug rat took turns
fucking him up the butt last night with your baby cocks,"
she said.  "Don't think I didn't see how irritated he was
this morning."

Chad opened his mouth to deny it his participation in that
activity, then closed it.  It wouldn't do any good, Beth
would just say he was lying.  Besides, he did hold Tommy,
while Gabriel did it to him, so it was almost like he'd done
it to Tommy himself.  Dakota spoke up, however.  "Neither of
them has a boy thing bigger than Tommy's thumb.  Isn't this
carrot a lot bigger?"  She waved her hand at Chad's and
Gabriel's crotches as she said that, getting a blush of
embarrassment from both.

"So now you're defending him, too," Beth said.  "Shut up,
all of you!  Sit down, and eat your breakfasts.  Tommy,
you'd better eat all of yours, or I we'll shove that up your
butt, too!  And no hands!  Dogs eat with their mouths only! 
And lick the bowl clean when you're done."

Tommy gestured urgently at his painfully stretched anus. 
"Can he have the carrot out when he's done, then?" Chad
interpreted.  

"I said shut up about that!" Beth snapped. "Unless you want
one up your butt, too!" Dakota and Gabriel gave her startled
looks, and Chad cringed.  "Don't you think he deserves it?"
she demanded of her cousins.  "Look what he did to you!" she
said to Gabriel.  "If you will recall, you're why he's
getting punished to start with."

Gabriel looked down, but Dakota met Beth's eyes.  "What?"
Beth said, glaring back at her.  "Don't tell me you feel
pity for him?  You telling me you like looking at his butt
hole?" she added nastily.  "Don't you think it makes him
look better?"

"I think it looks like it hurts, a lot!" Dakota said.  "And
Gabe and I have been talking – we think maybe Tommy has been
hurt enough all ready.  Gabe thinks they're more or less
even now."

Beth looked around the room at the disapproval from all
sides.  She'd best not push all of them too far – they might
find out how narrowly her authority extended.  And she had
gone a bit overboard in the last two days.  "Okay," she
said.  "After we've all eaten and cleaned up, I'll let him
get rid of the carrot, and he can stop being a dog.  But he
does it on my terms."

Tommy spent the next 15 minutes forcing himself to choke
down cold eggs and bacon and soggy toast drenched in orange
juice.  He had the lower his face to the bowl to do it, so
that his butt was jackknifed into the air the whole time,
the carrot top waving as he struggled, his rectum painfully
stretched and full.  There was no talk around the breakfast
table – Chad kept giving Tommy sympathetic glances, and even
Gabriel appeared chastened by how far Beth was willing to go
to punish Tommy in his name.  Tommy found it difficult to
get all the food out of the bowl without getting it all over
his face as well, but finally managed to lick it clean.  He
looked up hopefully at Beth.  

"Wag your tail," Beth said.  Tommy dutifully wagged his
hindquarters, making his carrot frond tail swish from side
to side.  "Good boy.  Now sit until we're done cleaning up."

Sit?  Tommy tried settling back on his haunches, like a dog. 
This put additional pressure on his carrot-stuffed rectum
and was singularly uncomfortable.  To add to his
humiliation, the sitting position made the erect state of
his penis obvious to all.  He tried settling down against
the floor on all fours, but Beth was having none of that. 
"Sit, boy!" she commended.  "Bottom against the floor, up on
you your front legs!  Don't make me get my swatter!"

Tommy struggled back up on all fours, then settled his
bottom gingerly to the floor.  The pressure of the carrot in
his rectum was increased by this position, so similar to the
pooping position.  More than anything in the world, his body
wanted to push out the hard lump distending his anus.  Yet
his penis, paradoxically, was rock hard and extending up his
belly, visible to everyone with him in the sitting position.

"Looks like he likes the carrot after all," Beth commented,
pointing to Tommy's erect 3-incher snugging against his
belly.  "In fact, it looks like Tommy likes having things
stuffed up his butt."

Surprisingly, it was Gabriel who came to Tommy's defense
this time.  "All us boys get hard when we have to go," he
said matter-of-factly.  "Piss or sh—I mean pee or poop.  It
don't mean he wants to be butt-fu—it don't mean he wants to
take it up the chute," he finished.  "It just means he has
to go."

"Look who's talking – the chief rump-ranger himself!" Beth
said mockingly.  

"Don't make fun of my brother!" Dakota snapped.  "If  he
felt like paying Tommy back, that's their business, not
yours!  That doesn't make him a rump-wrangler."

"Rump ranger," Beth corrected.  Dakota glared at her. 
"Okay, okay," Beth said, backing off.   God, was everyone on
Tommy's side now?  The four of them cleaned up the breakfast
things in stony silence, the tension in the room palpable. 
Finally, with the table cleared and the dishes in the dish
washer, Beth turned to Tommy.

"Okay, Tommy-dog," she said.  "You do one more little thing,
and you can stop being Tommy-dog for awhile."

"What little thing?" Chad asked, speaking for the muted
Tommy, who looked anxiously up from where he was seated
uncomfortably on his haunches.  His expression, Chad
realized suddenly, looked exactly like how you'd expect a
boy with a large carrot painfully shoved up his butt to
look.  He wondered if that's how he'd looked when Mrs. Rose
had shoved the biggest dildo up his butt.  No wonder kids
were laughing.

Beth picked up Tommy's leash.  "Come," she said to Tommy. 
"Out to the front yard."

Tommy got back on all fours and waddled uncomfortably down
the hall.  His rectum wasn't just full of carrot, it was
thoroughly sick of the thing, and telegraphing its
impatience..  He followed Beth out the front door, scanning
nervously up and down the street, seeing no one in front of
the house at the moment to view his humiliation.  The four
upright humans and the boy-dog walked over by the tree in
front.  

"Okay, Tommy, I gather you're tired of this Tommy-dog
thing," Beth said.  "So I've got good news.  Once you lose
your tail, you can stop being a dog."  Tommy looked at Beth
hopefully, then reached back with both hands, searching for
the carrot frond sticking out of his butt.  Beth grabbed his
hands and stopped him.

"Not that way," Beth said.  "Two provisos.  First, you have
to lose your tail without using your hands."  She firmly
pushed his hands back to the front of him.  "And you can't
ask anyone else for help, either."

"Then how is he going to get it out?" Chad asked, puzzled. 
His expression changed as realization struck him.  "Oh."  He
said.

"That's right," Beth said.  "If you wanna stop being a dog,
Tommy-dog, you're going to have to shit it out.  You've
heard people say that they shit a brick?  Well, you have to
shit a carrot!"

"Here in the front yard?"  Chad asked, knowing the answer
already by his sister's smirk.  God, he'd gotten tired of
that smirk when she'd been punishing him a few weeks back..

"Over here," Beth said in a commanding voice.  "Over here by
the tree.  With your butt facing the street, so any kids who
walk by can see what you're doing.  And you have to stay on
all fours, like a dog would.  You can squat back like dogs
do, but you can't settle back on your back legs like a
human."

"I think I'd rather stay a dog than do that," Gabriel said.

"Not your decision.  He can suit himself," Beth said.  "This
is a limited time offer.  Plus, if he decides he's not going
to do it, but he has to take a shit later, I'll make him do
that in the front yard, too."  She looked down at Tommy, who
was looking at her with great distress on his face.  "So
make your decision, Tommy-dog.  You can shit a carrot now,
or you can stay a dog and wait until you have to shit more
than a carrot!  Either way, you're doing it here, where
everyone can see!"

The last comment decided it for Tommy.  He knew he'd have to
take a crap sometime soon – either way, it was happening in
the front yard.  Later, there might be more kids out!  He
wanted to wear pants so bad he could taste it.  Although it
was a bit worried what she meant by his next punishment. 
Turning, he pointed his butt toward the street.  

Dakota, Gabriel, and Chad  watched, Chad feeling like
spectators at a public stoning, not able to look away, but
not really sure they wanted to see it either.  But then
something struck him.   He'd had to do something just about
like this himself several weeks ago.  And Tommy had
gleefully watched him poop in the back yard on all fours
over the drain, just like this, and hadn't dreamed of
protecting him.  Indeed, his brother had stared at his butt
hole in fascination as he'd been totally humiliated in front
of the Morton twins, Jesse, Beth, and the twins' older
sister Karen.  Maybe Tommy needed some payback here, too. 
For a moment, he felt the humiliation he had felt that
night, as Tommy had gleefully reveled in the fact that Chad
was getting punished, and he got the one of the punishers. 
He remembered Tommy, smirking as he'd been forced to squat
over the outside drain and expel the enema that Tommy had
also gleefully watched be forced into him.  Maybe Tommy did
need this experience.  Maybe Tommy's attitude would be
different if he understood what it was like to be the one
being utterly humiliated in public.  His sympathy for Tommy
lessened considerably, and he resolved to say nothing, and
to watch the whole process, making sure Tommy knew he was
watching.  Besides, it would make them even.

Beth prodded Tommy's knees apart widely, and then pushed him
backwards by his waist so that his butt was lewdly bent and
spread, all his secrets on display to the degree they could
be seen under the thick green carrot frond.  Despite the
cool outside air, Tommy began sweating. He stared at the
ground, looking totally defeated, the carrot frond arching
comically over his butt crack.  His face was glowing red
with humiliation at the prospect of what he was going to
have to do.  "Go ahead, Tommy-dog," Beth said.  "Time to
take a big orange dump!"  Dakota stood by with a bored
expression, as if she watched boys poop in the front yard
every day.  Gabriel actually looked eager to witness Tommy's
ultimate humiliation, as eager as Beth herself.  Across the
street, the Bascomb twins appeared from around the side of
their house, heading toward the street.  No one saw them yet
except Chad.

Tommy just squatted there, as if unsure what to do next. 
"Come on, Tommy," Beth said.  "The longer you wait, the more
chance someone else will come by and see you taking a shit
like a dog." Tommy, his head drooping, and his face flaming,
tightened his pelvic muscles, hunching his back, shifting
more rearward on his knees to open his buttocks more. 
Nothing happened, except the carrot top wiggled a bit. 
Surprised that he felt no movement behind him, Tommy
strained his abdominal muscles harder, becoming rigid as he
tried to expel the carrot.  It didn't move.  He lifted his
head and arched his back, tensing all his muscles now,
pushing harder yet.  The only result was that he grunted,
embarrassingly, sounding remarkably like a little boy trying
to poop for his mommy on the potty. Tommy pushed harder, his
abdominal muscles straining, his butt crack tensing, and his
face growing redder with effort, again grunting like a
little boy on the toilet, but although the carrot quivered,
nothing happened.  He sagged, panting.  After a short pause,
he arched his back and threw back his head, straining again,
the muscles in his back becoming clearly defined as he
pushed with all his might.  He moaned aloud, a kind of
strangled, grunting moan, and suddenly, without warning the
carrot moved, part of the orange top slipping out of Tommy's
rectum, but then retreating fully again as he let up again
and panted, trying to catch his breath.  Chad noticed the
Bascomb kids were now walking slowly down the sidewalk in
their direction, having seen the circle of kids and
apparently wondering what was up.  "Hurry up, Tommy, before
anyone comes," he urged.

Tommy, still panting, straightened his back and thrust his
buttocks out, straining mightily, moaning again as the
carrot moved and about a half inch of it forced its way out
of his butt hole, stretching his anus widely around it.  The
pain in his anus was sharp and almost unbearable.  He'd had
that feeling before, always when he'd been constipated and
finally was able to go, only to discover in the midst of the
operation that what he was trying to expel was too wide and
too hard to pass through his anal ring without sharp,
shudder inducing pain.  He knew, from past experience what
he had to do – he had to get it out, first, and then the
pain would subside.  He moaned more loudly as he grunted
harder, the carrot moving again so that half of it was
sticking out, his anal ring stretched around it like a
protruding set of lips.  He paused again, panting, moaning,
as the carrot remained half out of his butt, obviously,
stretching his anal ring painfully.  The Bascomb kids
rounded the gate corner and ran into the yard.

"Hey, he's pooping!" the boy yelled.  "Right here in the
yard!  Just like a dog!  Cool!"

"Gross!" his sister said, staring at Tommy's distended butt
hole.  "It's a big orange turd!"

"It ain't any grosser than your butt hole!" the boy shot
back. "Yours is a lot more disgusting, because you're a
girl!"

The girl thought about this a moment, as Tommy hunched,
panting, desperately wanting the carrot out but first
needing to work up the courage to make that happen.  "Uh,
uh!  Mine's pretty, like a little rose," she finally
responded.  "It's you boys who have ugly ones, because you
always have poop on you because you don't wipe good."

"Hers looks like a dog's butt hole," the boy said, grinning
at Chad and Gabriel.  

"You look at your sister's butt hole?" Gabriel asked.  "You
mean, when she gets spanked or something?"

"'Course I do," the boy said, boasting.  "She shit her pants
last week and had to be hosed off in the back yard!  I saw
everything!  Even her front!  And sometimes, when she's
asleep, she kicks the covers off and curls up into a ball,
and her butt his hanging out the bottom of her nightie all
spread and open, and you can see everything then, too!"  He
grinned at Chad and Gabriel.  "I even poked it with my
finger!"

"You did not, you big liar!"  His sister said. "I always
sleep with the covers on."

"You do not, you kick them off," her brother replied.  "And
you don't wear no underwear, so everyone sees your butt hole
and your pussy when you do!"  He winked at Chad.  "Looks
like a big pink slit – it's nasty!"

"Keep it down you two!"  Beth ordered.  "Or you'll have to
leave!"

The two grimy brats immediately zipped their lips, turning
their attention back to Tommy's spread butt.  Tommy was
straining again, obviously in pain, the carrot gradually
moving outward as he did.  Finally, as he strained even
harder with an agonized groan, the carrot sprang free and
landed between his legs.  His butt hole hung open for a
moment, the dark pink insides clearly visible, and then
raggedly twitched a few times, and slowly closed, finally
tightening into a tiny vertical slit, but clearly irritated
and swollen.  Tommy collapsed, panting.  Beth leaned over
and unclasped the dog collar.  "Okay, Tommy," she said. 
"Pick up the carrot and take into the recycling bin, then
you may go in the house and put on underpants, shorts and a
T-shirt.  Be back here in the front in exactly 3 minutes, or
you go back to being a dog."

As her last words registered, Tommy's head snapped up and he
leaped to his feet.  Taking the carrot up gingerly between
his thumb and forefinger by one of the distant frond's, he
held an arm's length from his body and raced around the
house, his still hard penis pointing the way and flopping
from side to side as he ran.  He disappeared from sight. 
The Bascomb kids went into hysterics over the sight,
although the boy felt pangs of envy now that he was seeing
Tommy in all his 3-inch glory.  His sister, though, was
staring at Tommy's muscular butt flexing as he ran as if she
were in love.  Faintly, Chad faintly heard the telephone
ringing.  "I'll get it," he said.  "Maybe it's Mom."

Panting and catching his breath as he snatched up the phone,
Chad heard a voice that he couldn't quite place at the
moment, but it sounded familiar.  "Hello, is this Chet's
house?"

"Who?"  Chad asked.

"You know, Chet!  Cute kid, kind of a shrimp!  The one who's
in my brother Joey's class!"

Recognition struck.  "Zoey!"  he said, genuinely pleased. 
"Zoey Turpin!"  He remembered the last time he'd talked to
Zoey, when she stood at their door and run her hand over his
crotch, suggesting that she should get to know him better. 
He'd masturbated to that thought at least a dozen times
since that day.

"The very same!"  She said.  "Is this Shad?"

"Chad."  Chad said.

"Yeah, what ever," Zoey replied.  "So how about it?  Will
you do it?"

"Do what?"  Chad asked.

"You know," Zoey said.  "The baby sitting job.  A special
baby sitting job, if you know what I mean.  Today.  Now. 
Kind of like what you did before.  Only you get paid more
this time, because you're proven draw, so to speak."

"A proven draw?"  Chad asked, not following any of this.

"Hey, you've got your own fan club!"  Zoey said.  "You
should see the fan mail!  Well, I guess you will when you
come over!  So how about it?"

"Are you saying you want me to come over and make another
mov… and babysit for someone?"  Chad asked.

"Kind of," Zoey said.  "Among other things.  I need you for
about four hours.  Be sure to take a shower before you come. 
I need you at your finest.  Dress cute. Save yourself, if
you know what I mean."

"I don't know," Chad said.  "My sister might not go for it,
and my mom's not here."

"I can talk to the sister," Zoey said.  "Besides, there's
$100 in it for you!  And perhaps something a little extra! 
Actually, definitely something a little extra."

Chad's eyes almost bugged out of his head, and his growing
penis gave a lurch in his pants and immediately erected.   A
little extra?  Sort of  like the things she'd promised him
before?  Behind him, Beth poked her head in the door.  "Is
it Mom?"  she said. Chad thought she actually looked a bit
worried.

"It's Joey's sister wanting me to come baby sit for a few
hours," Chad said.  "She said she'd pay me, and I can walk
over there."

"Why anyone would want you to baby sit is beyond me," Beth
said rolling her eyes.  "Fine by me – there are too many of
you dick people around here, anyway.  I'm sending Tommy off
with a friend, and the more of your dicks I get out of here,
the better.  But why would she want you to baby sit? 
Doesn't she know you're still a baby yourself?  Probably not
– she hasn't seen what you've got in your pants."  She waved
hat him dismissively and went out the door again.  

Chad turned back to the telephone.  "Guess it's okay," he
said, excitement rising inside him and his penis throbbing
in his pants, seeking release.  "I'll be over and half an
hour," he said.  "I have to shower first, and it takes 15
minutes to walk there.  Will that be soon enough?"

"Just peachy!"  Zoey said.  "Just remember to wear something
cute, Shep!  I'll be watching for you.  By the way, do
happen to know another boy who's cute like you that you
could get on short notice?  You know, unspoiled looking? 
Smallish, if you know what I mean?  It would help if he had
dark hair, to match the girls.  Because if you do, bring
him.  I can't pay him as much as you, unless he gets a
following, but there's a fifty in it for him if he's willing
to do what has to be done.."  There was a pause.  A muffled
voice intruded on the other end of the line.  "Ooops! Gotta
go!  Get here ASAP, Champ!"  The line clicked and went dead. 


Girls? Chad thought as he put the phone down.  That was
intriguing, yet terrifying at the same time.  What would she
want him to do with girl?  He remembered what he'd done with
Efram, Zoey's cousin, enacting a punishment scenario that
involved Efram getting a real, pants down, bare butt
spanking until he was blistered and crying.  Would she want
him to do the same thing to some girls?  Strip them bare
naked?  See them that way, even from the front?  His penis
lurched uncomfortably again, and he had to reach into his
pants to adjust it.  The urge to run to his bedroom and
masturbate was so powerful he almost succumbed to it, but
Zoey's admonition to save himself for her strengthened his
ability to resist.  As he turned to the hall, Tommy shot
down the stairs wearing soccer shorts and a T-shirt.  He was
running in a sort of bowlegged fashion, looking
uncomfortable.  Sort of like someone who had just shit a
carrot, Chad thought, grinning to himself despite Tommy's
discomfort.  He threw open the front door and skidded to a
stop on the porch.  Beth looked up and saw him.  She looked
at her watch.

"Ten seconds to spare!"  she said.  "Lucky for you.  Naomi
should be here any second!  I promised her I would lend you
to her as a model for a few hours.  She's an artist.  I'm
sure you would have hated going over to her studio as Tommy-
dog, butt naked and all."  

"What?" Tommy said, his voice a croak after being silent all
morning.  "You want me to go somewhere with an artist?"

"Naomi," Beth said.  "I just said that, stupid.  You're
going to model for her.  She's a bit quirky but she needs a
boy for some project she's planning.  I offered her Chad,
but she said she wanted someone whose dork was longer than
an inch.  You're nothing to write home about, but at least
she'll be able to see yours."

Chad flushed, but didn't defend himself, knowing from past
experience he couldn't win arguing with Beth under any
circumstances.  But Gabriel, less cautious, spoke up in his
defense.  "Chad's peter's bigger than that," he said.  "It's
twice as big!"

"He's right," Dakota chimed in.  "It's at least 2 inches
long when it gets all stiff, I'd say."

"Barely," Beth said dismissively.  She turned back to Tommy. 
"You have to obey Naomi in everything she said, just as if
she was me," she commanded.  "I'm sending my swatter with
her, and I'm going to tell her how and where to use it.  If
you're a good boy, I'll let you go to your room after you
come home and refrain from punishing you again until
tomorrow morning.  If you're bad, though, I can schedule a
marathon punishment session this evening, so it's really
your choice."

"What about tomorrow?" Chad asked.  "When does Tommy stop
getting punished?"

Beth regarded him coolly.  "When I say he does, of course. 
Or I tell Mom what he did and he probably goes to juvie and
Gabriel and Dakota go away.  And she finds out what Tommy is
really like.  It would probably sour her on all boys, so
you'd suffer, too, Chad – think about that before you
threatened to rat people out."

"He wasn't threatening to rat you out, Dakota said
soothingly.  "He just asked how much more Tommy was going to
be punished.  To tell the truth, I'd like to know, too, and
Tommy should also have some idea how much more he has to go
through."

Beth glared at tbe three of them.  "Okay, if you must know,
here's the agenda.  Tommy's last punishment is Friday.  He
gets spanked every morning between now and then, not a butt
blistering, just enough to make him have a good cry and warm
his butt up a little, just like we did with Chad when he
screwed up.  He also gets a nightly spanking before bed
time.  We'll each take turns at his butt for the spankings,
Chad, you're up first tomorrow morning."

"I don't want to spank him any more," Chad said.

"I don't care," Beth replied.  "When I tell you to spank
him, you spank him until he's cried, or you get spanked by
me until you agree to do it.  That goes for all three of
you.  Second, I'll have a special task or challenge for
Tommy every day while he's at school.  If he doesn't finish
the challenge or task to my satisfaction, he gets more than
just a few little smacks on the butt that night – I'll be
giving him the penalty each time I give him the assignment. 
Third, when he's home, Tommy's lower half has to be naked
unless he's wearing something I've approved for him to wear. 
That applies even if you guys have visitors, so Dakota, if
you want to bring a friend or two around to see what's what
with a boy, feel free.  Finally, he has to do whatever
pervertedness you scrotes want to make him do when he's in
the bedroom with you at night as long as you don't make him
bleed, and if he doesn't, I'll paddle him until he does. 
Any questions?"

Tommy's dejected look at these revelations was clear to
everyone.  "Cheer up," Gabriel said.  "It's only until
Friday.  Then you're off the hook!"

"I gotta be spanked twice every day?" Tommy said with fear
rising in his voice.

"At least," Beth said.  "Unless you earn more."

"And I gotta be naked?" he added, the fear rising higher.

"You can wear a shirt," Beth said.  "And shoes.  That's not
actually naked, you know."

"But anyone coming by can see my – my – my  stuff!" Tommy
said indignantly.

"Them's the breaks," Beth said.  

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Gabriel said.  He looked
pleadingly at Chad and motioned into the house.  

Chad looked at him, puzzled.  Gabriel pointed at the center
of his butt.  "Oh," Chad said.

Beth opened her mouth to comment, but then a dark skinned,
black haired young woman poked her head around the door. 
Chad and Gabriel took the opportunity to flee.  

"Beth!"  the girl exclaimed.  "There you are!"  She looked
at Tommy "Is this the young man?"  she asked.  "Does he know
what he has to do?"

"This is Tommy," Beth said.  "And he doesn't need to know
what he has to do.  He just has to know that if he doesn't
do it you'll take this swatter and work over the ol' family
jewels with it.  Don't be afraid to swat 'em good and hard –
it really gets through to him.  And remind him that if you
have to punish him, I'll punish him worse when he gets
home."

Beth looked at Tommy.  "So she'd better report back that you
were completely obedient!  Whatever she says to do, you do
it."  Looking glum, Tommy followed the woman down the steps
and turned right in front of the house, disappearing quickly
from sight.  Chad and Gabriel raced up the stairs to the
bathroom, Chad shutting the door as Gabriel yanked down his
pants and underpants and stood there looking at Chad with
his little privates hanging out.  His penis was soft for a
change, just a cute little pointy finger hanging over his
purse.  Chad retrieved the lotion and sat on the toilet,
taking Gabriel in the spanking position as before.  He
wondered, briefly, if it felt nearly so humiliating to be in
that position for medical treatment rather than to get one's
bottom smacked.  Probably, he thought – you were still
showing people your most private place, the place the poop
came out, and there was all the shame that come with that.

He leaned over the boy's bottom and gently spread his butt
with his right hand, pumping the lotion with his left so
that globs of white obscured the little boy's healing
orifice.  
Gabriel shivered, his butt hole twitching with the movement. 
"Cold," he said laconically.

Putting the lotion down, Chad kept his cousin's butt apart
while rubbing the lotion gently into Gabriel's crack,
working inward to the corrugated anal circle and the rude
dark scab marring the one side.  It did look better today –
less swollen and inflamed.  Gabriel stiffened briefly when
Chad began working the lotion into the scab, muttering, "be
careful!" but tolerated Chad's working of his finger into
the hole, spreading the lotion inward.  Chad let go of his
butt and he leaped up, hopping from one foot to the other as
he waited impatiently for Chad to vacate the toilet seat. 
"Gotta pee!" he sang out, Chad noticing that his little
penis was hard now, the foreskin mostly retracted, the whole
appendage not much smaller than his.  He washed his hands
quickly as Gabriel sat down and began peeing copiously,
racing back to his room to get a pair of clean underwear, a
pair of shorts that Cynthia had once said made his butt look
cute, and a shirt with the words "chick magnet" printed on
them in big letters that he'd secretly loved but been afraid
to wear around anyone before..  He dashed down the hall and
into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and putting
the clothes on the laboratory.  Forgetting he wasn't alone
and focusing on getting the shower done, he quickly yanked
his shirt over his head, shucked down his pants and
underpants, and turned to the shower.  Only then, with a
shock, did he noticed the small figure of Gabriel huddled
over the toilet, looking flushed and panting.  Chad's hands
shot down automatically to cover his genitals.

Gabriel looked up at him and rolled his eyes.  "I don't know
why you bother," he said, his voice strained.  "It's not
like either you or I have anything down there.  And I've
already seen everything you have.  We're kind of like
brothers now, you know."  Feeling foolish, Chad let his arms
fall to his sides.  Gabriel smiled wanly, sweat rolling off
his brow, still panting.

Chad looked at him, concerned.  "You all right?" he asked.

"It hurt a lot," Gabriel said.  "But not as bad as
yesterday.  I don't think it's bleeding this time."  He got
up from the toilet and stood beside it, grabbing toilet
paper and bending over to wipe his butt.

"How come you get off the toilet to do that?" Chad asked,
intrigued.  

Gabriel looked up and shrugged.  "I don't know," he said. 
"I guess that's what my mom made me do."  He tossed the
paper in the toilet and grabbed another wad, bending voer
again.  Chad noticed his little penis was standing upright,
pointing cutely at the ceiling as he straightened up again. 
Chad had a sudden thought.

"Uh, Gabriel?" he asked. He felt self-conscious standing
there naked, and almost guilty watching another boy wipe his
butt.  Stupid, he thought.  This is a kid who watched Tommy
suck me off multiple times already – I shouldn't be worried
about him seeing my stuff.  Yet the self-consciousness
remained.

"What?" Gabriel asked, flushing.  His little penis bobbed in
front of him, but he seemed in no hurry to pull up his
pants.

"Did you ever…" he trailed off, not sure how to make his
proposal.  "Uh, want to share the shower with me?" he
suddenly asked.

"Sure," Gabriel said, stepping on one pant leg while pulling
with the other foot, then repeating the action with the
other pant leg.  He lifted his shirt over his head and stood
by the toilet naked, his clothing piled beside him.  Chad
turned on the water and adjusted it, suddenly feeling self-
conscious again as it struck him that he was flashing his
butt hole to Gabriel while bending over to make the
adjustments.   Looking over his shoulder, he saw Gabriel
looking right at it, but smirking or laughing, just looking
serious.  "I don't think we look ugly like Beth says," he
commented.  "I mean our butt holes and stuff," he clarified. 
"Yours isn't ugly – it's all tight and even and clean. 
Tommy's isn't ugly, either, and neither is mine, I'll bet." 
He turned to look at himself in the mirror.  "And our peters
aren't ugly, either!  We look just as good as they do! 
Better, even!  Imagine having to pee out of a slit!"

Chad pulled the shower curtain and stepped in, switching the
water to the shower.  Gabriel stepped in between him and the
shower head, so that they both were receiving some of the
spray.  Chad's cousin began rotating in the water, getting
himself wet all over, water streaming off his mop haircut. 
Chad reached for the bar of soap and began soaping himself
from the neck downward.  Gabriel kept basking in the water.

"Did you ever consider doing stuff for money?" Chad began
again.  "You know, do stuff you kind of liked anyway, only
you got paid this time?"

"What do you mean, stuff?"  Gabriel asked.

Chad considered, wanting to broach the topic but not sure
how.  "Like, suppose someone wanted you to pick you nose,
and offered to pay you if you picked your nose.  Would you
do it?"

"I'd pick my nose for free!" Gabriel responded.  He
demonstrated by shoving his index finger up his nose and
rotating it dramatically several times.  He pulled it out
and looked at it.  "Yuck," he said, sticking it under the
running water.

Chad thought for a moment.  "But suppose it was something
you weren't sure you wanted to do?  What if they wanted you
to pick your nose and eat it.  Would you do it if they paid
you?"

Gabriel looked thoughtful.  "That wouldn't be so bad," 
Gabriel said.  "I used to eat boogers sometimes, when I was
little.  They taste okay."

"Suppose they gave you $5 to pick a big booger out of your
nose and eat it, would you do it?"  Chad persisted.

"Sure, I guess," Gabriel said.  "I could use $5."

"Okay, how about something else.  What if a girl wanted you
to take your clothes off if she paid you?  Would you do it?" 
Chad asked.

Gabriel looked up at him seriously.  "Dakota's seen my
peter," he said.  "She's seen yours, too.  So has Beth."

"Suppose this is a different girl, not a family member.  A
girl you know at school, maybe.  Would you get naked for her
if she gave you $5?"

"Do I have to let her see my peter?" Gabriel said.

"Your peter and your balls," Chad said.

Gabriel considered.  "Sure," he said.  "For $5."

Chad began washing his butt with the soap.  "Okay, but
suppose she wants you to do something else – pee in front of
her, maybe.  And she offers you $5 to do it.  Would you?"

Gabriel considered.  He finally grinned up at Chad.  "For $5
she can watch me pee and poop, if that's what she wants!"  

"Okay, what if she wanted to take pictures of you peeing. 
And she promised no one you knew would ever see them, just
some people in China, maybe.  Would you do it for $5?" Chad
asked.

Gabriel considered.  "No one I knew could ever see them? 
Sure, I guess."

Chad began soaping his genitals.  Gabriel stopped turning in
the shower and stood with his butt to Chad, letting the
water play off of his chest.  Chad had made sure his butt
was extra clean – who knew what Zoey had in mind this time? 
"Okay," he said.  "How about this.  She wants you to whack
off in front of her – you know, play with your wiener until
you squirt.  How much would she have to pay you to do that
and let her film it?"

"I can't squirt," Gabriel said.

"You know what I mean – until you cum.  Like you did when
Tommy sucked you. And she's going to film it, but no one who
knows you will ever see it.  How much would she have to pay
you?"

Gabriel considered.  Chad continued soaping his genitals. 
His penis, stimulated by his thoughts, began to rise.  He
handed the soap to Gabriel and began rinsing, turning his
back to the water and reaching back to spread his butt
unconsciously to rinse it out.  "Hey, watch it with that
thing," Gabriel protested.  "I'm right here, you know!" 

Chad let his butt close again.  "Sorry," he said
apologetically.  He turned back towards Gabriel.  Gabriel
was slowly circling his own small genitals with the bar of
soap, pushing his erect penis first to one side and then to
the other as he did.

"I'd make her pay $10 at least!  Gabriel said.  "Maybe even
$15!"

"You jerk off in front of her and let her film it for $15? 
Chad said.  "Jesus, what would you do for $50?"

Gabriel looked at him soberly.  "Almost anything," he said
seriously.  "Almost anything at all.  I mean, anything
reasonable.  I wouldn't let her cut off my peter, or smash
my balls, but she do about anything else."

"Even paddle you?  Even spank you until you were blistered?" 
Chad asked.

Gabriel looked up at Chad, gripping his genitals with his
right hand while handing Chad back the soap.  "Why not?"  he
said, circling his peter with his fingers and beginning to
rub it slowly in that familiar boy-grip.  "I get spanked for
nothing all the time.  I wouldn't mind getting paid for it."

Chad looked down a Gabriel's hand, beginning to accelerate
on his penis.  "Then you'd better stop that,"  he said.

Gabriel dropped his penis, looking at Chad guiltily. 
"Sorry," he said.  "I thought you were cool with it. You do
it too.  It doesn't make us weird or anything." 

"It's not that," Chad said, making his final decision.  "I
just need you to save it.  I have a business proposition for
you.  One that will make us both money,  But you have to
promise not to tell a soul."

Gabriel looked up, his eyes shining.  "You have someone
who'll pay us money to do stuff?  I'm in."

"Okay," Chad said.  "But you have to promise not to tell
anyone, not even Dakota or Tommy, or you'll ruin it and we
won't get any more money or, or anything."

"Okay," Gabriel said quickly.

"Swear," Chad said.  "Swear on your life.  Swear that if you
tell, you hope your wiener falls off.  And your balls."

"Then we have to peter swear," Gabriel said.  He reached
over and grasped Chad's semi-hard penis.  Chad jumped. 
"Hold still," Gabriel said.  "You have to take mine, too. 
Then we both swear, like this.  'Peter swear, peter swear,
may mine fall off if tell I dare."

Chad hesitated, then grabbed Gabriel's little dick in his
hand, squeezing its hardness firmly.  He repeated the words
with Gabriel, who promptly released Chad's dick.  Chad held
on a moment, amazed at the softness of the outside skin
contrasted with the pulsing hardness under the surface.  
"Now we can't tell," Gabriel said firmly.  "So you can let
go of my peter, you perv."

Guiltily, Chad released the boy's penis.  "Sorry, I was
thinking," he said.  He turned off the water.

Gabriel grinned.  "Yeah, right," he said.  "Thinking about
my peter, you mean!"

"I'm not gay like Tommy," Chad protested, grabbing his towel
and exiting the shower, his face flushing with
embarrassment.

"Neither am I," Gabriel said.  "But that doesn't mean I
don't like a little fun!  A hand is a hand if you shut your
eyes and think about girls!  With big boobies!"  Swiping a
towel over his body cursorily, he raced out the door naked. 
"Meet you in the bedroom!" he said.  "I got to get clean
clothes!"  He disappeared through the open door, his little
behind bobbing as he ran.