Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 38
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 38:  Mr. Chastiser

Naomi held up the odd apparatus.  It looked at first glance
like two wooden blocks hinged by their sides on one end. 
The hinges projected on the sides of both blocks a good half
inch beyond them.  She demonstrated how the blocks could
swing apart, opening the gap on the hinge side to a full
inch, or swing together so that they touched each other with
no gap between them at all.  A fat string, like a thin rope,
was attached to the non-hinged end of one of the blocks and
threaded through an eye on the same end of the corresponding
block, so that when the string was pulled the blocks were
forced shut.  She sat on the end of the bed by Tommy so her
eyes were the height of his navel.  "Lift his dick out of
the way, Zandra," she ordered.  "You, hold still!" she added
as Tommy flinched from her sister's touch.

Tommy, growing rapidly more nervous, held still.  It wasn't
like he could do much of anything else with his hands tied,
anyway.  He eyed the apparatus that they'd called Mr.
Chastiser like a boy might eye a snake coiled and shaking
its rattle.  It was obvious they were heading for his
scrotum with the thing, and nothing that was destined for
his scrotum could possibly be anything but bad news.  Zandra
lifted his penis delicately, like it was a dead thing,
touching it with just her thumb and forefinger on the head,
pinching just a bit too hard to be comfortable.  Naomi
opened the hinge to make the gap wide, and slipped it over
Tommy's plump, dangling scrotum, then let close the two
pieces of wood until they were in position against the back
and front of his testes, trapping them in between.  She
pulled the string until the wooden pieces were tight against
him, then held it in that position. The two pieces of wood
immediately put pressure on either side of the bulging
marbles in his sack.  The cold metal pieces of the hinges
extended up either side of his groin, framing his penis,
pressing against his body, accentuating his awareness of the
presence of the whole apparatus.

"Spread your legs apart, boy," Naomi commanded.  Tommy, not
liking this one bit, separated his legs widely enough to
allow Naomi to pass her hand between his knees and then take
the string in her other hand, from behind him.  She got up,
then, and pulled the string up into his butt crack, where it
quickly sank between his buns.  He could feel the thick
string running along the sensitive skin between his legs
next to the joining ridge that was there, and rubbing
against his butt hole before angling outward and into
Naomi's controlling hand.  Tommy tried to step back to put
some slack in the string, but Naomi merely moved her hand up
to the small of his back, keeping the string tight.  She
reached around him, circling his still erect penis with her
remaining hand and then squeezing it tightly, pressing her
hip into him to steady him as well.

"Settle down, boy," she said.  "Or you'll hurt yourself
unnecessarily."  She gripped his penis more tightly,
effectively immobilizing him.  The pieces of wood on either
side of his balls pressed insistently, making him fully
aware of their potential.  The cold hinges lay against his
groin on either side.  No way was he moving a muscle in that
position.

"Let me tell you a little bit about Mr. Chastiser, here,"
Naomi said.  "Mr. Chastiser is excellent at reminding you
young boys just how vulnerable, you are, how pathetic and
helpless, because of those dangling little bags of yours.  I
have found that Mr. Chastiser does an excellent job of
teaching you boys your place and altering snotty attitudes."

"Elvin certainly thinks so," Melissa said, smirking.  "He
used to try to get away when I told him he needed a
spanking.  But just one training session with Mr. Chastiser
made him the obedient little boy you saw earlier!"

"I'll explain how this works, even though I'm pretty sure
you already know," Naomi said.  "It basically boils down to
the fact that we have you by the balls, literally.  You will
adjust your attitude, and you will learn obedience, or your
baby balls will be crushed until you do."  She tightened her
grip on the string momentarily, bringing an immediate dull
ache from Tommy's crotch.  Tommy trembled, his face
whitening, but she loosened the grip again, almost
immediately, and the aching his balls subsided.  "That was a
gentle reminder," Naomi said.  "Just a little pressure.  So
you remember who's boss. I won't hesitate to give the string
a good yank instead if I don't think you're trying hard not
to change your ways.  You we understand each other?  Don't
say anything, just nod."

Tommy nodded vigorously.  "Good," Naomi said, her voice
ringing with satisfaction.  "Would you like me to take Mr.
Chastiser back off of you?"

Tommy nodded again more vigorously.  "Too bad," she
retorted.  "He's not coming off your little package until
I'm thoroughly convinced that you've learned your lesson and
permanently changed your attitude.  That means, essentially,
that Mr. Chastiser is staying on you until I've broken you,
made you honest and obedient.  I think we'll start by
getting you to admit just what a pathetic, worthless
creature you are."  Melissa and Zandra had shifted around in
front of Tommy, obviously expecting something to happen. 
Naomi continued to grip his penis to hold him steady, and
the pressure on his balls never slackened.  "We'll begin
with some simple truths that you have to accept," Naomi
said.  "You think your boy parts are such hot stuff!  Let's
start with you admitting what they're really like.  Say, 'I
have a dinky dick and baby balls.'"  Tommy hesitated,
looking at the two smirking girls watching him.  Pain
suddenly exploded from his crotch, as a Naomi gave the
string up his butt a quick yank.  Tommy doubled over as much
he could with Naomi holding his dick, blinking back tears as
the pain in his scrotum peaked and then gradually dropped
back to a dull ache.

"Straighten up and we'll try it again," Naomi said calmly. 
"Say, 'I have a dinky dick and baby balls.'"

The two girls looking at Tommy were smirking broadly,
already knowing he was a broken.  And Tommy was.  He would
have said anything at that moment.  "I have a dinky dick and
baby balls!"  he blurted.  

"Very good," Naomi said.  She lightened her grip on his
penis and gently played her fingers over the tip, creating
feelings of intense pleasure in Tommy.  Why was he so horny? 
Naomi let the feelings build in him, then suddenly stopped
and squeezed his penis tightly again, making it throb with
disappointment.  "Now say, 'I like to have sex with boys."  

The smirk on the girls watching him broadened.  Tommy
gulped.  "Pleeeeeeease?"  He begged.  The rope jerked tight
between his buns, and pain exploded in the plump sack
between his legs once again.  Tommy doubled over, squeezing
his thighs together and fighting to keep from retching.  It
hurt -- it hurt so bad!  It took him more than a minute to
regain his senses, and fight back his heaving stomach. 
Making things worse, he felt a powerful urge to pee that he
could barely fight back.

"Straighten up!"  Naomi said.  She looked at her sisters. 
"The beauty of this, is that I could do it all day, and
still not do any permanent damage to those baby marbles he's
so proud of!  And it never stops hurting, no matter how many
times I do it."  She glanced at the camera sitting on the
bed.  "Be sure to get some shots of this," she said.  "His
expressions are priceless when he has to admit the truth. 
And if you can get a good shot of his face just before he
doubles over next time, I'm sure that will be priceless
too!"

"Now I believe you had something to tell us," Naomi said.

Tommy's face showed his distress clearly.  He could feel the
wooden pieces pressing on his tender, still aching balls,
threatening instant pain.  "I like to have sex with boys!"
he blurted.

"Nice," Naomi said.  "But we already knew that.  Now say, 'I
love to fuck boys in the butt with my baby dick.'"

Tommy hesitated.  "I like --  I like –"  he whispered.  "I
like to fuck."  The last word, the taboo f-word, was barely
audible.  He looked at Naomi and licked his lips, his eyes
pleading for mercy.

The string jerked between his buns, and just like that he
was doubled over, this time retching for real.  Melissa took
tissues and held them to his mouth, collecting the clear
fluid he coughed up.  It took Tommy more than a minute to
settle down and stop retching, his balls complaining
mightily. He stayed doubled over, waiting for the massive
ache in them to subside.  Naomi was ready to move on,
though.  She prodded his stomach, ordering him to straighten
up again.  Tommy straighten to a half crouch, looking
miserable.  His hard on was starting to wane.  Naomi gripped
his softening penis more tightly.  

"Say it right, this time," she said evenly threateningly.

Tommy's face showed real terror.  He gulped convulsively. 
The string between his buns felt like a giant rope, the
pieces of wood pressing his balls like hammers poised to
fall on him.   "I -- I don't remember!"  He wailed. 
"Please!"

The string tightened a bit and Tommy flinched, but then
loosened, merely adding to his balls' dull ache this time. 
"Better think fast," Zandra said sweetly.  "Mr. Chastiser is
just getting warmed up!"  She and Melissa were both
smirking, a look Tommy was rapidly learning to associate
with horrible pain. 

Tommy shivered, fighting the urge to pee again.  He had no
clue what he was supposed to say, but he had to say
something.  "I like boy's dicks!"  he blurted.  The tension
on the string between his buns relaxed a little bit, easing
the constant ache that had become his reality.  Melissa
dissolved into hysterics.  Zandra snapped several pictures.

"Very good, boy!"  Naomi said.  "It wasn't what I asked you
to say, but it was truthful, anyway."  She loosened her grip
on his penis and gave it several rapid strokes, bringing it
to hardness immediately.  "What you were supposed to say
was, 'I like fucking boys in the butt with my baby dick.'"

Tommy looked at the smirking girls, then fearfully down at
the cruel pieces of wood on either side of his sack.  "I
like fucking boys in the butt with my baby dick!"  he almost
shouted.

"Excellent!"  Naomi said.  She gave him three rapid strokes
that left his penis yearning for more, then squeezed it
tightly again.  "See, telling the truth leads to pleasure,
lying to pain.  Now say, 'I like sucking boy's dicks more
than anything else.'"

Tommy couldn't get his mouth open fast enough, he was so
eager to comply.  "I like sucking boy's dicks more than
anything else!"  he shouted.

"Very nice," Naomi said.  She shifted her hand, gently
chucking his penis under its head several times, tickling
it, exciting it, making it jump in her hand.  Then she
tightened her grip on it again, causing more disappointment
in Tommy.  She smiled at him with the air of a mongoose
contemplating a young cobra.  "Now let's talk about your
other disgusting habits.  Say, 'I like to pick my nose and
eat the boogers.'"

 "But I don't --," Tommy began.  The string between his legs
tightened warningly.  "I like to pick my nose and eat the
boogers!"  Tommy screamed.  His face was flushed.  The girls
in front of him smirked in a superior fashion

"Very nice," Naomi said, stroking his penis, which, with its
usual mind of its own, responded eagerly.  She stopped
before the powerful feelings could build up in him very
much.  "Now say, 'I'm a little baby, who likes to pee and
poop in diapers!'"

No hesitation this time.  "I'm a little baby who likes to
pee and poop in diapers," Tommy said in a rush.

"Better," Naomi said.  She gave his penis only one stroke
this time.  "Now say, 'I want to suck Elvin's cock while he
sucks mine!'"

When Tommy hesitated, she tightened the string between
Tommy's buns again, and squeezed his cock hard.    Tommy
flinched elaborately.  "I want to suck Elvin's cock while he
sucks mine!"  He squealed, as a little jet of pee spurted
out of his penis, dribbling on the wooden floor in a small
puddle.

"Bad boy," Naomi said dispassionately.  "You must learn to
control yourself more thoroughly."  The string tightened
between Tommy's buns.  

"I'm sooooorrrry!" Tommy wailed.  "I'll clean it up!"

"Naturally," Naomi said.  "Get on you knees now, and I'll
help you."  Tommy carefully got down on his knees in front
of the spot, moving slowly so as not to pull the string
between his buns.  Naomi got down beside him.  He looked
inquiringly at Naomi.  

"I need some toilet paper or a towel or something," he said.

"No you don't," Naomi said.  Before he could react, she had
dropped his string and his penis and was gripping his head
and shoulders, bearing down, forcing his face to the floor. 
Deftly, she twisted his head and forced his left cheek into
the puddle, dragging it across the floor.  

"Owwwww!" Tommy wailed as his face slid along the warm
wetness.  Naomi ignored his protests, twisting his head
sharply and dragging his right cheek across the floor in the
other direction.  She lifted his head  by the hair and held
him there, studying the floor.  Most of the wetness was
gone, having been transferred to Tommy's face.  Tommy was
blinking back tears, sniffling loudly.  His cheeks burned
where they'd been rubbed on the floor, and he felt horrible. 
He had pee on his face!  Okay, it was his own pee, and no
more than a dribble, but it was still pee!  He wanted to go
stick his head under a faucet, leave it there for an hour. 
He felt dirty, violated.  Zandra was happily snapping
pictures.  Naomi took up his string, which had stayed
trapped between his buns, and pulled him to his feet.  

"Stop sniveling," she ordered.  "You pee on my floor like a
dog, you get your face rubbed in it like a dog!  How's it
feel to more pathetic than a poorly-trained puppy?"

"I – I – I don't like it," Tommy wailed, near tears.

"I said get hold of yourself, boy!"  Naomi warned.  "Cry,
and I'll give you something to cry about!"  She pulled the
string warningly, the dull ache in Tommy's balls
intensifying.  Tommy sniffled, blinked back the tears, and
manfully swallowed, looking at her fearfully.   

"Very good," Naomi said.  Now tell us what else you want to
do with Elvin."

Tommy's mind went blank.  Terror made it hard to think. 
Terror of his bursting bladder letting go and wetting on the
floor again and having his face rubbed in his pee.  Terror
of Mr. Chastiser.  Terror of what else this demented girl
might make him do, or might do to him.  The string snapped
tight between his buns, the wooden pieces between his legs
closed, and all thought fled as he was doubled over retching
once again.  Over and over he fought the urge to throw up,
while his balls radiated pain.  His bound hands fought their
restraints, and he writhed, moaning, only Naomi's grip on
his penis was keeping him upright.  It seemed like a long
time before he fought back his heaving stomach and could
straighten up to at least only a slight crouch.  Naomi
prodded his penis again.  "One more time.  Tell us what else
you want to do with Elvin.  Tell us everything you want to
do with him – and we know it's a lot, because we know what
perverts you boys are, and what you think about when you're
playing with your little dongers in bed at night.  So this
time, tell me everything you'd do with Elvin if you could,
and don't leave anything out – I can pull that string lots
harder than I just did, you know."

Tommy's mind was racing, his balls aching, his stomach
churning.  He was all too aware of the tight rope between
his buns, the two hard pieces of wood pressing against his
sack.  "I want to suck Elvin's dick," he said in a rush. 
"And, and, and fuck him in the butt, and, and, and make him
suck me, and --" Tommy hesitated trying to think of
something else.  The string between his buns tightened
warningly, increasing the ache in his balls.  His voice rose
an octave.  "I want to -- I want to have him put his dick up
my butt, and I want to lick his balls, and lick his butt
hole, and -- and --" Tommy sagged.  "I can't think of
anything else," he wailed.

"Gee, whiz!"  Zandra exclaimed.  "You boys always go right
for the stuff, don't you!  Not so much as a 'how you doing,
let's get to know each other!  It's just straight for the
stuff in your pants!  What's wrong with a little hug and
kiss?"

"That, too!"  Tommy said desperately.  "I want to hug him
and kiss him too!"

Melissa was grinning at Tommy's shameful recitation.  "An
interesting confession," Naomi said.  "But was it the truth? 
Or are you just saying anything to keep Mr. Chastiser
happy?" She squeezed his penis firmly, almost painfully,
bringing a powerful yearning from Tommy for her to stoke it. 
"Look at me," Naomi commanded, tightening the string a bit,
increasing the ache in his trapped testes.  "I'll be able to
tell if you're lying."  Tommy fearfully met her eyes,
trembling at her steely gaze.  It was like she was looking
into his sould, and at that moment Tommy would have sworn
the girl could tell the truth of his every statement.  "Now
think this one over, and tell the truth.  Let's say we took
Mr. Chastiser off of you, and left you and Elvin both naked
in the room alone for an hour.  How much of the stuff you
just said would you really do if you knew no one but you and
Elvin would ever know, and if you knew Elvin wouldn't ever
tell.  Which of the things you just said do you really want
to do?"

Tommy was conscious of her eyes boring into his soul, Mr.
Chastiser firmly pressing on his sack, and her tight grip on
his penis – a grip so tight she could feel his pulse, feel
every little involuntary twitch.  Did he dare try to bluff,
lie and try to get away with it?  Should he tell a half
truth, like he usually did when his mom caught him at
something, just enough truth to sound reasonable but twisted
enough that he wasn't caught?  That had always worked
before.  "Uh, I like being played with, you know, down
there," he began.  "It feels good no matter who's touching
you, even if it's your mom, you know."


Melissa's eyes lit up as he said, "even it it's your mom." 
Uh oh, Tommy thought.  Bad turn of phrase, now they'd think
he wanted to have sex with his mother.  "I mean," he said,
"it doesn't matter who's touching you, not that I want to
have sex with my mom.  And if I was lying down and a boy was
touching me, that would feel good, too."  He broke off
because Naomi's gaze into his eyes was looking meaner,
somehow, and disappointed in him.  "Really!" he protested. 
"I didn't really mean to say my mom, I just used it as an
example that it felt good when anyone touches it, and she
used to have to wash me after I wet the – she used to have
to wash me," he finished lamely.

He blushed with shame as his mention of bed wetting and
having to be washed up for school in the morning with his
brother.  Zandra shifted positions and raised the camera,
snapping shots of his embarrassed expression.  Naomi glared. 
"The part about liking be touched no matter who's doing it
is is true, I can tell,"  she said.  "And I have no doubt at
all that if I left you and Elvin in a room for an hour that
you'd cheerfully lie back and let him rub you baby genitals
and pretend that it was his idea and you were just
accommodating him.  But I wasn't born yesterday, boy, so
don't try to play me like a fool.  That isn't all you two
would do, and you know it."  The string between Tommy's legs
tensed, and the pressure on Tommy's balls increased from a
dull ache to actively painful.  Tommy tried to double over,
but Naomi let go of his dick and grabbed him by the hair
again, making him look into her eyes.  

"I should have given Mr. Chastiser a good jerk that time,
maybe two or three jerks," she commented evenly.  "But I'll
give another chance.  You should bear in mind that your
extra chances are coming to an abrupt end very soon.  Now
let's hear the whole truth this time.  What would you and
Elvin do if I left you alone for an hour?  And don't give me
that cock and bull story about him wanting to do it – tell
me what you would want him to do, what your fantasies say. 
And make it good."  She kept the string tight, Tommy's balls
aching in protest and begging him to do anything to get her
to loosen it.

"Okay!" he squealed, his groin wanting him to double over
and her grip on his hear wanting him to hold absolutely
still.  "I'd want him to touch me, okay!  It feels good to
have your dick touched!"  He lowered his eyes, trying not to
meet her gaze.  She yanked on his hair.  

"Look at me!" she commanded.  Tommy reluctantly raised his
eyes until hers were burning into him again.  "That was
better," she said, relaxing her grip on his hair, but
keeping her fingers laced through it.  Paradoxically, his
penis kept throbbing in mid air, telegraphing his arousal to
the three girls.  "But you didn't finish your thought. 
There's other stuff you'd want to do with Elvin, really want
to do with him.  Truth is everything here if you don't want
your little balls smashed.  That eight-year-old little
pervert we had in here realized that right away, confessed
everything to us.  If you're smart, you will, too.  Now tell
us what you'd do next with Elvin after he played with your
little dick."

Tommy blushed with shame.  He was terrified of lying to this
girl, now.  He was convinced she could see everything. 
"I'd, I'd have him suck me," he said in a barely audible
voice.  The room was silent.  Tommy flushed crimson – it
sounded so weird when he said it out loud, but it was the
truth – he really would like being sucked by Elvin – there
was something about him, something that reminded him of
someone else.  He couldn't place it, but the thought of the
naked Elvin made his heart beat just a little faster. His
eyes darted around the room, saw the two younger girls
smirking at his remarks.  He tried to tone them down, to
explain.  "Because, because I can shut my eyes and pretend
it's a girl doing it – you can't tell who's sucking you with
your eyes shut," he finished.

"Really," Naomi said skeptically.  "You wouldn't want to
watch him, huh?  Wouldn't like to look down and see who's
grooming your little love-puppy?"

Melissa burst into giggles as Naomi's phrase, "little love-
puppy."  Tommy flushed.  Please, please!  His mind was
begging.  Please let her believe me!"

Naomi shifted her gaze from his eyes to his crotch, eyeing
his penis critically.  Tommy's little 'love puppy' was
throbbing to his heartbeat, jumping visibly with each
coursing of blood through his arteries.   "You're lying,
boy,"  she said levelly, gazing him in the eyes again.  "And
lying has to cost you."

Pain exploded from his lower midsection. Exploded was the
only way to describe it.  Naomi gave one, two, three strong
jerks on the string, and Tommy doubled over, went down like
a sack of rocks, fell to his side retching on the floor,
curled around his balls.  Naomi crouched beside him, hauling
on his arm.  "Get up!" she ordered.  "Get up now, or I pull
the string again, harder this time.  I don't care how much
your baby nuts hurt, get up now!"  She yanked Tommy to his
feet.  Tommy fought back his retching and straightened to
half crouch, panting heavily.  His balls had never hurt like
that before, not even the day he'd taken a soccer ball
kicked from a few feet away square on them.  He wanted no
more of this – he couldn't take any more of it!  She
threaded fingers through his hair, made him look at her.  He
stared at her, terrified, No, no, no! his mind was saying. 
Tell her the truth – don't let her do that again!"

"Okay," Tommy panted.  "Okay!"  He gulped, trying to fight
out of the urge to retch.  HE gulped several more times. 
"Okay, I'll tell you the truth!  Just please stop pulling
that string!"

Naomi waited, looking daggers at him.  Tommy had never hear
of Stockholm syndrome, but at the moment he'd have done
anything to please his captor, even reveal his darkest
secrets.

"Start talking, and talk fast," Naomi said.  "Tell us what
you'd really like to do to Elvin, and no lies and no leaving
anything out this time."  Tommy panted like a wild man,
trying to gather himself.  

"Okay," he said again.  "The truth.  Okay."  He paused, and
Naomi looked at him warningly. "Okay – please, don't pull
the string!  I'll tell you, I will.  Just a sec, let me
catch my breath."  Tommy panted some more, then gulped
again.  He looked ashamed. His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Okay, you're right," he said, and he knew this was the
truth this time.  "I want him to suck me.  I want him to
suck me.  I'd like it."

"You wouldn't pretend he's someone else?" Naomi said
sharply.  "You wouldn't prefer to be sucked by a girl?"

Tommy considered his real feelings.  He tried to picture
Serena kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. Her long
hair swept to one side, brushing his thigh.  Her head going
up and down, the warm wetness of her soft lips on his
member, her pubescent breasts hanging gracefully downward,
nipples visible, her nicely curved bare naked butt
projecting into the air.  His penis, which had grown almost
limp while he'd been reacting to the series of pulls on Mr.
Chastiser's string, stiffened visibly, the tip rising
slightly again. 

Then he tried to picture Elvin kneeling in the same
position, mop haircut hanging down slightly and swaying with
his movements, his mouth also wetly on Tommy's member, his
narrower hips thrust in the air, his penis curved against
his stomach, betraying his excitement at Tommy's own nudity
and the position he was in.  Tommy's penis gave another
lurch and erected further.  Then, in a moment, Elvin morphed
into Jesse, slipping his mouth off Tommy's member to smile
his toothy grin before dropping  back to continue sucking. 
Tommy's penis lurched to horizontal, pulsing again with his
heartbeat.

"Arrrgh!" Tommy grunted, trying to will the image away. 
Jesse's face remained firmly attached to the body in his
mind.  

"Is that a yes or a no?   Would you prefer a girl sucking
you to Elvin?"

"Uhhhh—not exactly," Tommy said.

"What do you mean, not exactly?  And tell the truth, because
you know I can tell, and I'll make last time feel like a
picnic if I have to use Mr. Chastiser again.  Yes or
no—would you prefer a girl sucking you to Elvin?"

Tommy considered briefly, but only briefly because he could
feel the string tightening between his buns.  "No." he said
quickly.  

"Aha!  Now we're getting somewhere," Naomi said.  "So you
admit having boys such your little toy is all right, as good
as having girls do it.  Now let's move on.  How about taking
Elvin up his little butt again?  Would you like the chance
to do that?"  She tightened her grip on his hair, making him
look her in the eyes."

Did he want to do that?  He thought about mounting the
smaller boy again, and his penis lurched violent,
accompanied by a minor butt contraction that he couldn't
stop.  She already knew what he'd answer, he could tell – he
was the last one in the room, apparently, to realize it. 
"Yes," Tommy squeaked, his face blushing with shame at the
realization.

"Yes, what, boy?"  Naomi demanded, tightening her grip on
his hair and the string in his butt simultaneously.

"Yes, I wanna do that," Tommy squeaked, his throat almost
closing up and his face even more flushed.  "I want to do
him in the butt again."   And he did.  His whole body
yearned for it.  He'd never cum as violently as he just had
with Elvin, and it wasn't just that he had thought Elvin was
Melissa.  His heart beat faster with the whole idea of
positioning the boy face down, raising his soft but boyish
bottom on pillows like he had with Gabriel, spreading his
knees apart to separate his buns shyly, and then mount him,
press up against him and line his dick up with the boy's
tight hole and plunge in again, rock until he squirted.  And
with no condom this time, feeling the boy's hot insides
against him.

"The truth feels good, doesn't it, boy?" Naomi said
mockingly.  "But I don't think we'll let you do either of
those things to sweet little Elvin.  Not that he'd be
unwilling, but because it would give you pleasure, pleasure
you don't deserve."  She looked at Tommy speculatively.  "So
what could you do for Elvin instead?  How about giving him
pleasure?  Surely you wouldn't expect Elvin to give to you
without getting something back?"

Actually, that was exactly what Tommy had been
contemplating.  He'd been thinking about the acts he could
perform on Elvin for his pleasure.  Naomi tightened her grip
when he didn't answer, both on the string and his hair. 
Tommy hastened to answer.  "What, you mean like rub his dick
back?" he asked.

"Naw, that's too easy!" Melissa said.  "I do that to Elvin
all the time, whenever he wants."

"That's true," Zandra commented from behind the camera lens. 
"You should see them watching TV, him cuddled against her on
the couch, her reaching around him to trot his little
soldier out and give him a workout.  She made him cum three
times watching "Arthur and Friends" on TV one day!"

Tommy briefly wondered what it would be like to be Elvin, in
a family full of females who made him undress and submit to
butt-fucking from an strange boy, but who also willingly
played casually with his penis for his pleasure while the
family was gathered around the tube.  He almost envied the
boy for a minute.

"I mean, those things you just said you wanted Elvin to do
to you," Naomi said.  "You want him to suck your baby dick. 
You want to butt fuck Elvin.  What if he wants to do it
back?  How would you like Elvin's dick in your mouth, or up
your butt?"

Tommy thought about that – the urge to lie had completely
fled him.  He had accumulated some experience in dick
sucking the last few days.  He hadn't liked sucking Chad's
dick, hadn't liked it much at all.  But Gabriel's wasn't so
bad, although the foreskin made it weird.  And Jesse's –

His penis lurched.  He'd liked sucking Jesse, he realized. 
Had actually not minded at all.  Unlike Chad's musky taste
and smell, Jesse had tasted okay, and he'd smelled good,
kind a soapy, boy scent.  He'd found Jesse cumming in his
mouth actually satisfying, he'd realized.  At the time he'd
thought he was just happy to be done, but now he realized
he'd enjoyed Jesse's imagined pleasure.  How would he feel
about doing that to Elvin?

The string started tightening between his buns again.  "I
could suck him okay," Tommy blurted quickly.  

"How about taking his weenie up your butt?"  Melissa asked. 
"Would you let him do it until he came?"

Tommy considered.  His butt hole hurt.  It was still sore
from being butt fucked by Gabriel when Beth had shoved the
carrot up it, and pooping out the carrot had made it more
sore.  Than Naomi had shoved that plaster dick up it, true,
a small dick but still a dick, and that had hurt more.  He
tried to picture little Elvin mounting him.  He could
picture Elvin pressing against him, separating his buns, but
shuddered when he tried to picture letting the boy's small
but serviceable dick inside him.  "I can't," he whispered. 
"It would hurt too much."

"Ahh, that's the difference between you and Elvin," Naomi
said, sounding sad.  "Elvin wouldn't take without expecting
to give.  If he fucked your butt, he'd lie down right after
coming, offering his butt to you.  He'd even ask you if you
liked it better from the front or from behind.  And if he
wasn't willing to do it, he wouldn't ask you to.  But you
don't mind doing things to him at all that you'd never want
to do yourself.  You know what your problem is, boy?  You're
selfish.  You have a bad attitude.  What you really need, is
an attitude adjustment, something to teach you to give as
well as take.  Rather than giving you pleasure, I think
Elvin should punish you, punish you severely.  Tell me, boy,
how do you think Elvin should punish you to teach you a
lesson, teach you how to obey and how to give?"

Tommy felt the string tightening between his buns again, the
now more than residual ache in his scrotum increasing.  His
heart began pounding, and he began to panic.  "He could make
me suck him," Tommy said in a high-pitched, frightened
voice.  "That's punishing."  The string tightened more,
causing the aching his balls to jump a level in magnitude.
It was an agonizing, like before, but it wasn't a dull ache,
either.  He gulped again.

"We already established you'd like that," Naomi snapped. 
"So that's not punishment.  You must know something about
punishment.  Tell us what he should do,"  Naomi said.  "Tell
us what a selfish brat like you really deserves! And this
one better be your best effort, or I'm going to do my best
to yank those little things off of you this time!"

"He should fuck me up the butt?"  Tommy asked.  "That is, if
he wants to?"

"Of course, he'll want to, idiot,"  Zandra snapped.  "You
wanted to, why wouldn't he?"

Tommy gulped.  He'd been afraid to that.  But Naomi wasn't
satisfied.  She increased her pull on his hair and twisted
his head back more.  "I'm still betting that you'd actually
enjoy a good butt-fucking from Elvin once he got into it. 
I'm almost certain that he would do it in such a loving way
that it wouldn't be punishment.  And you need punishment. 
So just take it as a given that Elvin is going to fuck your
butt.  Now let's talk about what sort of punishment, you
should be given.  And you'd better think of something
painful, the worst pain, you can imagine, or I'll give you
another example of what pain it is."

Fighting the overwhelming urge to wet on the floor, Tommy
began blurting anything he could think of, anything that
would hurt, panting between outbursts.  "He should spank me,
hard!  On the bare butt!"  he squealed.  He looked at the
girls, who were looking back at him stony-faced.  His panic
grew. "A long time!"  He amended.  Their expressions didn't
change.  "No, no!" he said, more loudly.  "No, I'm meant he
should paddle me!  On the bare butt!  A long time!  Until
I'm blistered!" he added, wild-eyed. What was he saying?  He
didn't want to be spanked, or paddled!  Paddlings hurt!  Yet
he couldn't get himself to stop babbling.  "And he should
paddle my bottom crack!"  He added.  "Even my poo hole!" 
Tommy was so frightened that his speech was reverting back
to that of the younger boy, including the terminology he
used just a year back.  Yet the girls were still staring at
him stonily, and he was having trouble getting his breath.
He swore he could feel the string tightening between his
buns, already feel the pain shooting out of his squashed
nuts. "Um, he should squeeze my balls while he does it? 
Squeeze them hard?"  He asked, trying to fight what would
please them.  

"Better," Naomi said.  "What else?"

"Um," Tommy swallowed hard, thinking of what to say to
please these girls, make Naomi nodded in approval.  His
voice dropped almost to a whisper.  "Maybe he should  put
burny stuff like hot sauce on my wiener, and up my poo hole! 
You know, stuff to make them burn!  And not let me touch
them!" 

he looked at Naomi pleadingly, hoping for her smile
approval.  She seemed to be waiting for more.  Tommy tried
one last thing, the worst thing he could think of. "He
should put his weenie in my mouth, and pee, and make me
drink it," he gasped."  He paused, panting, fighting the
urge to spray pee all over the room.  "Please?" he asked. 
"Is that good enough?"

"We'll see," Naomi said.  "You talk like a boy with a new
attitude.  But let's see if you still show that attitude
adjustment when Mr. Chastiser comes off.  We'll see how you
act Elvin comes back in.  Let him knock you around a bit. 
Then we'll see if you need additional lessons."

Tommy sagged with relief as the string was loosened and
Naomi separated the two pieces of wood, removing the nasty
Mr. Chastiser from his delicate sack.  He was grateful at
that moment, that he gave no thought all for what the
immediate future might hold for him.  And, Naomi unbound his
hands.  Flexing his fingers, and he immediately began to
reach for his crotch, to try soothe his sore balls.  Naomi
grabbed his arms "Leave those poor little things alone," she
ordered. "Besides, it's disrespectful to try to remove the
pain I worked so hard to give you, and you so richly
deserved"  Tommy obediently put his hands at his sides. He
wanted to please her.  He wanted to please all them, Elvin,
too.  Zandra handed him a wet washcloth.  "Wash your face,"
she said.  "You stink."

Tommy gratefully scrubbed his face, feeling much better for
it.  "Call Elvin in," Naomi commanded Melissa as he
continued to scrub himself.  Melissa scampered off, soon
returning with Elvin in tow, his cute little penis swaying
limply above his tiny sack as he walked in, cramming the
remains of a sandwich in his mouth.  He chewed and
swallowed, looking at them expectantly with bright eyes.

"Watch this, boy" Naomi said. "Watch and learn about
respect.  Watch and learn what's expected of you. So tell
us, Elvin, who's in charge, boys or girls?"

"Girls," Elvin said immediately.  

"And why are girls in charge?-" she asked.

"Because boys are slaves to their hormones.  Boys will do
anything to have sex.  And girls control whether we have sex
or not," Elvin recited.  "So of course girls control
everything."

"Very good," Naomi said.  "These are all things Wiener Boy
here needs to learn.  You're going to be his teacher." 
Elvin smiled happily.  Tommy stood lamely by.  All he could
think about was the feeling he had been glad to escape, of
having his balls trapped between the two wooden blocks,
vulnerable to explosive pain in any time.  "Who is weaker
and more pathetic, Elvin?  Boys or girls?"  Naomi went on.  

"Boys," Elvin said immediately, obviously well-trained. 
"Because our genitals are on the outside, so we can't hide
or disguise our arousal. Because our balls are exposed and
vulnerable, where they can be justly punished when it is
deemed necessary by the females in our lives.  Because we're
dependent on females for sex."

"Would you want to be a girl, then, Elvin?" Naomi asked.

"Oh, no, ma'am!" Elvin said earnestly.  "Some of us have to
be boys.  And I like being a boy.  It's better being a boy! 
We can pee standing up, and we don't need toilet paper when
we do!  If we're out hiking, we can just pee against a tree,
or into rocks, or off the ledge.  We don't have to worry
about hiding behind a bush so that we can take our pants
down and squat down.  You can come up from behind a boy
peeing and not even tell that he is peeing.  We only have to
take our pants down when we poop.  And I like having a dick,
and I like the way it feels when I play with it, and I like
it even better when you guys play with it.  And I like how
it gets all hard when other boys put their dicks up my butt. 
I like that you or other girls will always be there to take
charge, and tell me what to do, and take care of me.  It's
better to be a boy."

"Very good," Naomi said.  "Now that is a positive attitude!" 
She smiled encouragingly Elvin.  "While you were gone,
Wiener Boy here realized that he had been remiss in failing
to thank you for kindly allowing him to stick his worthless
little thing in your tight little butt hole.  He realizes
now that it was very wrong of him not to offer you his own
butt hole in return for your own pleasure, and he believes
he needs to be punished severely for it.  Furthermore, the
three of us agree that he does need a punishment, and then
he should make up for his oversight by offering himself up
to you.  Isn't that right, Wiener Boy?  Tell Elvin what you
want him to do."

Tommy swallowed.  His heart rate had dropped significantly
since Mr. Chastiser had been removed from his delicate
balls, but he still felt in powerful jeopardy. This was it,
he realized.  This was a test.  If he failed it, he might be
back in that awful Mr. Chastiser in seconds.  If he answered
correctly though, he might win all their approval.  He chose
his words carefully.

"I want you to put your wiener in my butt," Tommy said,
still talking like an eight-year-old.  

"You want me to fuck your butt?" Elvin said, smiling shyly. 
"For real?  Or are they just making you say that."  He
looked at the three girls.  "Don't be upset," he said in
answer to something he saw in Naomi's eyes.  "I'll do it
either way," he added.  "But it would be more special if he
really wants it."

"Well?"  Naomi said raising an eyebrow at Tommy.

Tommy gulped.  Elvin was looking at him with serious eyes. 
"I want it," he whispered.  "Pleease?"

Elvin smiled, broke into a toothy grin went from one ear to
the other.  "All right!"  He said.  "Let's do it!"  He began
shaking his penis with his right hand, working at making it
stiff.

"Slow down, jackrabbit!"  Naomi said.  "He has something
else to tell you."  She glared at Tommy.  "Tell him the
rest."

Tommy gulped again, harder this time.  " I need to be
punished," he said in a soft voice.  "I need you to spank
me, or paddle me if you think I need it.  Until you think
I've learned my lesson."  He looked at Naomi for
encouragement.  Naomi frowned.  What had he forgotten?  Oh,
yeah.  "I need you to hold me down by my balls, while you do
it, and squeeze as hard as you think I need to be squeezed." 
He stopped and looked at Naomi.  She was smiling at him, and
he relaxed, happy just to have pleased her.  Somewhere
deeper inside him there was a small portion of him
objecting, and he listened to it a moment.  Why was he doing
this?  Why was he going along with them?  The bigger portion
of him silenced the objection with a powerful need to please
the girls, impress this strange boy, be a good boy himself..

"Really?"  Elvin said, sounding skeptical. "What if I spank
you until you're blistered?  What if I squeeze your balls as
hard as I can the whole time?  Will you just hold across my
lap and let me do that?  Or are they just making you do it?"

Tommy considered this, too.  He was getting very thoughtful
lately, he realized.  His thoughts warred within him.  But
his desire to please won out.  It felt weird, like he was
watching himself from a distance.  He heard himself say, "I
don't want you to do it.  I'd have to be crazy to want a
spanking – they hurt.  And no boy wants his balls squeezed,
at least no sane boy.  But I need it – I've got to do it." 
He frowned at the earnest-looking Elvin.  "I'm not making
any sense," he muttered.  He tried again.  "I hurt someone,"
he began again.

"I'll say," Zandra chimed in.  "I heard you made him bleed
out his butt."

"Not him," Tommy said.  "Although I hurt him, too.  But I've
been punished a lot for that already, and I'll be punished
more for it in the next few days.  I hurt my brother Chad,
too."  He paused.  "It's hard to explain.  He got in
trouble, and I was supposed to punish him, but I did a lot
more than he deserved.  I did it because it was fun.  But it
was mean, and that made me mean.  And for a long time I
believed he deserved the things I did, but he didn't – I was
just doing it because I was mean."  He took a deep breath,
looking miserable.  "And I hurt Jesse."  He looked at Elvin,
his eyes glistening.  "He's my best friend.  Well, he was." 
He blinked.  "I didn't hurt his body, like I did Chad. 
Although I meant to when I hurt Gabriel instead.  But I
didn't hurt his body.  I said bad stuff.  I said awful
stuff.  And I convinced myself it was his fault.  But it was
mine.  Because I'm mean."

He looked at Naomi.  "You people are weird," he said
honestly.  "But you were right about one thing – I'm full of
shame, and secrets, and bad thoughts.  Maybe you're right
and all boys are full of those things—and maybe girls
aren't.  I don't know," he admitted. "I don't know much
about girls.  I don't know much about boys, either, I guess. 
I don't think we're all full of shame, though.  Chad is, and
I am, and I think Gabriel is, too.  But I don't think Jesse
is.  I think Jesse is happy with who he is.  He's the best
person I ever met.  I think I was jealous of that, and how
happy he was.  And I hurt him."

He looked back at Elvin.  "I don't like spankings,
especially not big ones!  And I don't want you to squeeze my
balls at all!  But if I don't have you do it now, if I don't
admit the bad stuff I did, I'll chicken out..  But if I do
go through with it, I think I can go to everyone else and
admit what I am, too.  So you have to do it.  Please?"

 Elvin looked at him quizzically.  "Boy, you are one messed-
up dude," he commented.  "But we all get messed up
sometimes, so I guess I understand.  And I always feel
better after one on the girls spanks me, even if it hurts
while they're doing it.  So if that's what you want, I can
do it," he added cheerfully.  "But it's gonna hurt!  What do
you want first?  You want to get the spanking over with
first, or do you want to do the sex first and the spanking
later?  Because I always liked get spankings over with
first, myself."

Tommy looked at the three girls, who were smirking broadly
now.  But he already started down this path he had to follow
it through.  And Elvin had already demonstrated a form of
bravery.  He remembered the smaller, younger boy walking
calmly to Melissa and presenting his genitals to be held
while he was spanked.  He remembered Elven holding still and
allowing Tommy himself to take him in the butt.  When he
knew nothing about Tommy at all and could not know whether
Tommy would be gentle, or simply jam himself in.  His
admiration for this strange little boy who lived in an
extremely odd female world had become very high, and he
needed to prove to both of them that he deserved the same
admiration.  And it only way to do that was to be as brave
as Elvin himself had been.  He swallowed hard.  "Spanking
first," he said manfully.  He couldn't believe he had the
courage to say this.  "And it has to be a hard spanking, and
you have to hold me by my balls."

"Don't be afraid to squeeze," Melissa said, giggling.  

"She's right," Naomi said.  "He has to cry or it's not a
real punishment.  And real crying, with tears, and snot
running out of his nose, not the fake crying you tried that
time when I spanked you when you were little."

"That never worked anyway," Elvin said, a hurt note in his
voice.  

"It sure didn't," Zandra giggled. "When Naomi lifted you up
after you'd been bellowing like you'd sat on branding iron
and discovered your eyes were dry, I thought she was going
to kill you."

"She crushed my balls," Elvin said ruefully.  "Ground them
together as she did!  For like five minutes!"

"More like five seconds," Naomi said.  "But then I took you
back over my lap and didn't stop this time to why we sure
you were crying."

"She gave him about a hundred spanks," Zandra laughed.  "He
had blisters!  And then she told his mother that he'd tried
to fake crying, and his mother paddled him right in front of
us!"

"I couldn't sit down for a week," Elvin muttered.  "Couldn't
poop, either!  They had to give me enemas every day, and it
still hurt coming out!"  He grinned at Tommy.  "So do you
trust me?"

Tommy, for the first time that afternoon, knew exactly what
he had to do.  He wanted redemption, and this was going to
be the first step.  He walked awkwardly up to where Elvin
had seated himself on the side of the bed.  He reached down
and lifted his penis, exposing his plump sack for the other
boy.  "I'm ready," he said.  His balls were pulled tightly
against his body, as if denying his words.  "And I do trust
you.  I won't move until you say you're done."