Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 39
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 39:  Elvin Gets Inside of Tommy

Elvin, seated on the bed, looked straight across to Tommy's
exposed genitals.  He reached up and gently ran a finger
under the curve of Tommy's sack, feeling its fullness, the
weight of the other boy's much bigger balls.  I'll be like
him, soon, he thought to himself.  Maybe even bigger.  He
wondered, briefly, what it would feel like to have a big
wiener pressing on the front of his pants, big balls hanging
down in front of his legs.  Wouldn't they get in the way? 
And what about when he got hard?  Erections were
uncomfortable in his pants now with his small wiener – how
would a big one feel?  But the boys with big ones could
shoot – they said so!  And they said that it felt better
when you could shoot—was more satisfying and fulfilling. 
Like taking a big pee and having an orgasm at the same time,
one of them had said.  Orgasms overwhelmed him now – what
would it feel like if they got better?  And boys who could
shoot got hair down there, too – hair that told everyone
they were grown up.  Odd, though -- this boy didn't seem to
have any hair at all, even though he had to be in the midst
of growing up with balls this size.

Elvin put his fingertips under the other boy's sack, lifting
it, weighing its contents.  There were so much heavier than
Garrett's tight little package, yet Elvin knew this boy's
genitals weren't yet fully grown – his cousins had shown him
pictures of full-grown men's genitals. Tommy trembled a bit
under his touch but held steady.  Elvin looked up at Tommy's
face, who was looking down at him, pale and obviously trying
to put up a brave front over fear.    "It's gonna be okay,"
he said to Tommy soothingly.  "I'll be fair – I've got the
same stuff you have, you know.  I won't make it hurt more
than it has to. And I won't make these hurt at all until the
end."

He shifted the position of his left hand, slowly closing his
thumb and forefinger around the sack above the bulging orbs,
gently pressing them downward into the elastic skin
underneath, stretching that skin, forcing them away from the
other boy's body until Elvin could close his fingers on
loose skin, isolate the hard lumps from the rest of Tommy's
body.  Elvin's penis, exposed due to his own nudity, sprang
to life, quickly erecting itself between his legs, rising to
point at his navel as he eased the boy's balls into
position. Only then did he close the rest of his fingers on
the trapped pair of orbs, gripping firmly but not painfully
on the other boy's most vulnerable region.  He didn't want
to hurt this interesting new sex playmate of his more than
he had to, but he also had his duty, and he'd do it, make
his cousins happy with him.  Having happy cousins meant less
chance of a sore butt or sore balls, and more of a chance of
toe-curling orgasms.

His heart racing as rapidly as when he'd climbed over
Gabriel's lap, Tommy settled quite ungracefully onto Elvin's
bony legs, moving slowly to protect his vulnerable balls. 
It took him some adjustment to position himself over the
boy's lap so that his genitals were between the boy's legs,
where Elvin could grip them comfortably.  His upper body
rested on the mattress on one side, his lower body on the
other.  His muscular boy butt with its healing welts was
slightly bent over Elvin's lap, making his buns the highest
portion of his body, but not separating them so much that
his anus showed.  Elvin's grip on his sack tightened
slightly, not causing pain but warning Tommy pain was
possible, even likely.

"You know we're not playing around like I do with Garrett,"
Elvin said to Tommy, who was looking at him seriously back
over his shoulder.  "Real spankin's have to hurt.  They have
to hurt bad to make you better, right, Naomi?"  Naomi nodded
at Elvin.  "See?" Elvin said, looking intently at Tommy. 
"So this isn't my fault – it just has to be done.  And don't
forget that you said you wanted this, kid."  Elvin turned to
the girls.  "Is there something I can call him?"  he asked. 
"I don't like calling him kid."

"Call him Wiener Boy," Melissa suggested.  "That's what
we've been calling him while you were off feeding your face. 
On account of, that's why he's here, anyway, because it has
the right kind of wiener."

"Okay," Elvin said agreeably.  He raised his hand, and
Tommy, looking over his shoulder, involuntarily tightened
his butt, carefully not moving his groin in the process, all
too aware of the boy's grip on his scrotum.  Maybe this had
been a bad idea after all, he was thinking.  He was about to
say so when Elvin spoke again.  "It'll be okay," he said
soothingly to Tommy.  "You'll feel better after your
spanking – you won't feel guilty any more.  I know, I've had
enough of them from my cousins and my mom.  It hurt when it
happens, but you feel lots better later."

Tommy bit his lip.  He did want to feel better, and the
whole Jesse thing was overwhelming him with guilt.  "I
know," he finally said.  "Just do it and get it over with. 
And try not to squeeze my, uh, you know – try not to squeeze
too hard."

"I know," Elvin said.  "But if I don't squeeze hard enough,
you won't feel better afterward. Just trust me.  Now hold
still, Wiener Boy, until I'm done," Elvin said, his hand
held high.  "Mom says you have to have hard cry during
spankin's for them to work, so don't try to hold it in and
be tough, let it out.  I won't squeeze your balls until near
the end unless you wiggle too much, and when I do I'll just
make it hard and quick, I won't stretch it out."

There was a pause, while Elvin stood with his smallish but
tough looking hand poised over Tommy's muscular, faintly
bruised bottom.  There was a feeling of almost electric
expectancy in the air.  Tommy found himself wondering how
much it would hurt, how hard the boy would spank, where the
boy would spank first, and whether he would spread the
spanking around or concentrate on just one area.  He was
still more or less in shock concerning how much his life had
changed in two days.  He'd gone from never having been
spanked to having been spanked by lots of people – first his
sadistic sister, then his angry cousin Dakota, then his
brother Chad, then his vengeful cousin Gabriel, and even his
former best friend Jesse.  The Gabriel spankings included
the mother of all paddlings administered in the back yard in
front of a troop of hooting girl scouts, his sister's best
friend, his brother, and the older neighbor couple looking
on in approval.  None of the spankings had been anything
like each other, and none had prepared him in any way for
the next one.  Each time he'd found himself in this
position, Tommy had felt the same fear, the same racing
heartbeat, the same terror as before.  It's going to hurt!!
His mind screamed each time, and each time it had been
right, if anything underestimating how bad it would be.  He
steeled himself and tensed his butt involuntarily as the
boy's hand descended rapidly for the first time on his bared
buttocks.

With a loud smack, Elvin's hand landed in the exact center
of Tommy's butt, spanning his two buns some distance above
his butt hole.  The blow stung, there was no question about
that, but not as badly as any spanking Tommy'd gotten
before.  It didn't make Tommy want to cry, or even cry out,
but it tingled his butt unpleasantly.  The spanks that
followed, Elvin dutifully spread around Tommy's butt, so
that in a short while, Tommy's entire butt was tingling
unpleasantly.  He felt incredibly foolish lying there. 
During past spankings, each blow, even the early ones, had
stung unbearably – so unbearably that he'd focused primarily
on how much his butt hurt right from the start.  And
Gabriel's paddling had been at still a higher level – it had
been a scream into the gag, painful nightmare from the get-
go type of spanking.  This spanking didn't overwhelm him
with pain from the start, didn't narrow his focus right away
to a square foot of naked boy butt.  He had the time and the
attention to contemplate what was happening, and what it was
leading to, and that was more humiliating by far.  Tommy had
time to wonder what he was doing here letting this other kid
smack his still sore posterior repeatedly, and time to feel
his butt became gradually more sore and to wonder how sore
it would be before the boy stopped.  He had time to
appreciate the humiliating spectacle he was making for the
three girls who were watching, each with their own superior
smirks, as he was chastised like a small child on his bare
posterior.  He had time to wonder how he looked from behind
with his legs slightly spread, a position he knew from
watching Chad get spanked revealed all your most private
areas.  He had time to relive the humiliation of his
admissions of a moment ago, that he was sexually excited by
boys as much as he was by girls, that he wasn't at all a
nice person, and that he deserved, deeply deserved this
spanking.  He had time to dread the still distant end to
this spanking, when this boy had promised he'd have to give
Tommy a good healthy squeezing of his balls, have to do it
for his own and Tommy's own good and to please the girls.

Contemplating each of these things to the accompaniment of
the steady smack, smack, smack of a bare hand on his
tingling bare bottom, Tommy became aware of another
discomfort.  The skin on his thigh was stuck to and being
pulled unpleasantly by the bare skin of the boy holding him. 
Well, that he could do something about.  He wiggled
slightly, easing the pull and feeling better.  The boy's
hand tightened warningly on his scrotum.   "Hold still,"
Elvin muttered over the slow staccato of his slapping of
Tommy's bottom.

Tommy held still as Elvin started his slow way around
Tommy's butt again.  It stung unpleasantly, but didn't
really make him want to cry. It made him antsy, though, made
him want to get up and flee.  But that was stupid – he'd
asked for this, needed the cleansing of guilt he hoped it
would provide.  And the girls would just catch him if he
tried to flee, anyway, and where would he go butt naked in a
strange neighborhood?  He felt something odd against his
left hip and looked to his left to see what it was.  The
boy's penis had stiffened, was prodding the side of Tommy's
hip with its little curved head.  The boy noticed at about
the same time and stopped spanking Tommy for a moment.  He
reached between Tommy's body and his own unselfconsciously
like a boy adjusting his genitals in the privacy of his
bedroom, and pulled his penis up past Tommy's hip, so that
the tip settled against his belly, then raised his hand to
continue the spanking.

The shaft of Elvin's tool curved out to gently brush Tommy's
hip with each of Elvin's spanking motions.  Tommy could both
see and feel that it was pulsing with Elvin's heartbeat,
displaying his obvious arousal.  The little twerp is getting
off spanking me! Tommy realized.  He felt a moment of
indignation, followed by a moment of greater shame as he
remembered his own raging erections, fortunately for him
hidden in his pants, that he'd had each time he'd spanked
his brother's bare butt, and the need for immediate manual
gratification he'd felt afterward.   Elvin wasn't the only
one who got off messing with other kids' butts.  Ashamed, he
stopped looking over his shoulder and buried his face in the
mattress, his arms enclosing it.  He could feel, rather than
see, Zandra eagerly snapping pictures of this new position
and Naomi sketching madly.  As Elvin was finishing his
second round of Tommy's butt, beginning in the middle and
spanking his way higher and lower, Naomi suddenly spoke up. 
"That's enough of you hiding your head in shame, boy.  For
the rest of your spanking, turn your head sideways!  Towards
us!"  She ordered. "We want to see your face while you get
it!"

Although he preferred the more private confines of his arms,
and his butt was stinging more fiercely now that the first
two rounds of spanks had warmed it up and reawakened the
damage of the day before, Tommy obediently turned his face
to the right, where the girls can see his flinching reaction
to each of Elvin's now sharper blows.  A red glow was
enveloping his bottom, a very uncomfortable red glow.  Tommy
was dreading Elvin starting around his butt a fourth time,
spanking the same places he had before.  Those places were
in the process of recalling the bruising they'd already
taken and beginning to complain earnestly.  As Elvin
finished the upper part of his butt once again, making the
whole are tingle warmly and evenly, he tried to calm his
nerves by deep breathing.

But calming didn't help, at least it didn't block his
growing discomfort.   Soon enough, Elvin was landing a
slightly harder spank than before right in the center of
Tommy's butt, and then moving out again. This blow, and the
ones that followed, genuinely hurt.   Tommy wiggled in
discomfort, tensing his buttocks and gently kicking his
feet.  The boy tightened his grip on Tommy's sack as a
warning to hold still, and Tommy tried to moderate his
movements.

But now all of Elvin's blows hurt – Tommy's whole butt was
sensitized, it seemed.  A little cry escaped Tommy's lips as
Elvin struck the particularly sore spot over Tommy's right
hip bone.  He bit down on his lip, but two blows later a
second, louder cry escaped as Elvin's sturdy hand strong
just as hard on his left hip bone.  "That's good," Elvin
said encouragingly, panting a little from his efforts
warming Tommy's butt.  "Go ahead and let it out," he said. 
"It's okay that it hurts.  It helps to cry."

Why not? Tommy asked himself.  Who am I trying to impress
here?  I get spanked until  I've cried anyway, so why am I
trying to delay it?  He stopped blocking the cries, let them
just slip out.  "Ow.  Oww.  Owwww.  Owwwwwwwweeeee!"  he
moaned during the enthusiastic spanks that followed.  "Oww! 
Ohhh!  Owww!"  Before Elvin had completed covering Tommy's
butt with spanks for the fourth time, Tommy dropped into
full-fledged, honest-to-goodness sobbing, tears seeping out
of his cheeks and rolling down his face.  Zandra was up
close with the camera snapping pictures of his childish
distress.  Naomi leaned over his face, too, recording his
pain-contorted expression.  Tommy's crying quickly spiraled
upward, now that he had let it out.  It had taken quite a
while, but now it felt like his entire butt was on fire, and
Elvin was continuing to stoke the coals.  Up to this point,
Tommy had not realized that a slow, not even medium-hard
spanking, could be just as painful and awful as a sharp,
hard paddling.  It took longer for the crying to began, but
the discomfort went on for much longer than in his other
spankings, and eventually the pain built up until it was
just as sharp as the pain that had been caused more quickly
by Gabriel's enthusiastic paddling.  Every moment Tommy was
sure he couldn't stand for his butt to hurt more, yet every
new smack of Elvin's relentless hand showed him he could
bear even more pain than that.  Traces of snot appeared in
first his lower nostril and then the upper one, and then
began flowing down the side of his face, the flow increasing
in volume until he was blowing snot bubbles with each cry.

His butt pulsed with new heat with every heartbeat, the
level of pain increasing steadily.  Now Tommy was wiggling
constantly, only the hold on his scrotum keeping him from
flailing about and possibly falling off Elvin's lap.  His
hands had moved to his sides, so they were hovering on
either side of his butt, as Tommy fought the urge to reach
back and cup his burning buns, block the next blow, comfort
himself.  His neck twisted from side to side as he sobbed
like a small child.  Was he going to be spanked forever? 
He'd begun kicking his feet into the mattress continuously
at some point, he realized.  How could his body be doing
things like that without his knowledge?  Elvin was starting
his sixth circuit around Tommy's butt,  each spank torturing
bright red skin that had already suffered too many blows. 
It was only Tommy's determination that kept him from trying
to fight free, giving up on redemption and merely getting
away.

Somehow he managed to keep from protecting himself during
Elvin's sixth circuit of his butt.  It had to be over soon,
it had to.  Naomi suddenly spoke up over his loud crying. 
"Harder this time," she said.  "Spank him like you mean it,
or you'll be getting the spanking from me!"

"Sorry, Wiener Boy," Elvin said loudly to Tommy, to be heard
over his cries.  The next blow had Tommy's back arched, all
muscles tensed, squeezing his buns for all he was worth, as
did the 4 blows that followed.  Elvin had definitely been
holding back, Tommy realized.  These burned like the paddle
blows Gabriel had given him.  The blows Gabriel had been
giving him at the end of his paddling, just before the
paddle broke and Gabriel squeezed…

"Now, Elvin," Naomi shouted.

"Nooooooooooooo!" Tommy wailed, knowing what was coming. 
Elvin's fingers came to life where they were trapping his
balls against the bottom of his sack, and squeezed. 
Squeezed expertly, powerfully, in just exactly the way that
would cause a boy the most pain.  He pulled straight down on
Tommy's sack after the initial squeeze, forcing the trapped
orbs inside the sack down, stretching the sack until it
wouldn't stretch any more.  Then he squeezed on the
contents, mashing them together as waves of pain flowed
upward, toward Tommy's spine, overwhelming the pain in
Tommy's butt.  Overwhelming it, making him shriek like a
dying thing, making him buck and twist, Elvin holding him
tightly by the nuts and continuing to press his orbs
together tightly.  The mashing of Tommy's balls together
continued for what seemed an interminable amount of time. 
At the same time Elvin delivered several much more powerful
blows to Tommy's derriere, blows that showed he could have
spanked more powerfully all along, blows that obviously hurt
Elvin's hand seriously, blows that struck the base of
Tommy's butt, right on the sit spots, and burned all the way
into his hole.  And then, suddenly he stopped spanking,
stopped squeezing, merely released Tommy.   Tommy, who'd
tensed his butt and arched his back while his balls were
being mashed together, collapsed in a limp heap, burying his
face in his hands, squalling loudly

Elvin looked up at the girls.  "Did I do good?"  he asked,
speaking loudly to be heard over Tommy's screeching.  He
looked at his right hand, his spanking hand, ruefully, then
began gently rubbing Tommy's back.  Tommy continued to bawl. 
"You aren't going to spank me now too, are you?" he asked
with just a hint of concern in his voice.

"Well, you were dogging there for awhile," Naomi said, "but
you redeemed yourself at the end, so I guess you little butt
is safe for now."

"Oh," Elvin said.  "I didn't know how hard to spank.  I
mean, you don't know it, of course, but Garrett and I fool
around with spankin's sometimes."

"Like we didn't know that," Melissa said, giggling.  "You
think you can spank someone's bare butt and not hear it
throughout the house?"

"Oh," Elvin said.  "Well, okay.  So you know I've spanked
him.  He likes it.  We play this game where I'm the teacher
and he's the student, and he's bad – well, anyway, he likes
it. So I've spanked him before, lots of times, and he
carries on that I'm spanking too hard and it hurts his butt
when I'm not hitting him half as hard as I did Wiener Boy
here.  So I figured if I hit Wiener Boy harder, that would
be good enough.  But I guess Wiener Boy has a tougher butt
than Garrett."

"My guess is Garrett likes to put on a show for you," Naomi
said.  "Or he's just a bit of a crybaby."

Elvin thought a moment, as Tommy continued his squalling
with only slightly diminished volume.  "Maybe," he finally
said.  "And I don't squeeze his balls, of course.  He'd
never want that.  He has me squeeze his wiener instead.  He
always gets really hard during the spankings."

"That should cue you to Garrett's real mental state right
there," Naomi said.  "Reach under Wiener Boy and feel his
dick," Naomi suggested.  Shrugging, Elvin threaded his hand
through his own crotch by his erect penis and groped for
Tommy's phallus, sliding his hand down the boy's smooth
groin until he encountered the soft, fleshy appendage.  He
felt it carefully, noting with wonder that it was much
shorter than it had been, with only and inch and a half or
so hanging straight down between his legs, all limp and
spongy.  He tried tickling it to life with his fingers, but
it remained soft and unresponsive.

"He's soft, isn't he?" Naomi said knowingly.  "Just like you
are when your cousins or I give you a real spanking, not
just the britches dusting Melissa gave you a few minutes
ago.  A boy who's been properly spanked won't ever be hard
afterward – serious pain makes his dick pull its head in and
try to hide.  If Garrett's little dicklet was hard when you
finished spanking him, you didn't make his butt do much more
than tingle, no matter how much complaining he did."  She
looked thoughtful.  "I may just have a talk with his
mother," she added.  "Maybe young Garrett doesn't know what
a real discipline spanking is like.  He might be fooling
her, too."

Elvin felt a moment of regret for Garrett's possible future
fate, but only a moment.  After all, spankings were part of
life – you got them now and then, you cried, and then the
girls forgave you, maybe even did pleasurable things to you. 
Sure, your butt was tender for awhile, but it wasn't
something to lose sleep over.

"Well I think Elvin did good," Melissa said.  "Listen to
Wiener Boy bawl!"

Elvin listened.  Tommy had buried his face in his arms and
was wailing into the mattress, all fight out of him.  He
rubbed Tommy's back some more, encouragingly.  This seemed
to make Tommy relax, so he began stroking Tommy's hair with
his left hand at the same time.

"You think I should rub his butt, too?"  he said.  "Or will
that hurt worse?"

"Hard to say," Naomi said.  She examined Tommy's bright red
butt with interest.  "I'll tell you what," she said.  She
got up and retrieved a bottle of lotion from the dresser, a
bottle she'd and her sisters kept around for many purposes,
including the fact that Elvin liked to masturbate and
Melissa liked to masturbate him, too, and lotion was a
necessity to prevent serious chafing. "Slide him over onto
the bed on his front and rub some of this gently on him. 
He'll probably find it soothing."

With help from his sister, Elvin slid Tommy, still sobbing,
off of his lap and onto the mattress.  Elvin settled down
beside Tommy's middle, propping himself on one elbow. 
Pumping the lotion bottle, he spread a copious amount in
globs on various places on Tommy's butt, Tommy jerking with
the contact of the first cold glob, but settling down as
more was added in other places.  Elvin sat the bottle down
and carefully placed the flat of his spanking hand over the
glob on Tommy's left buttock, gently and slowly spreading
the lotion so its coolness spread across Tommy's hot,
feverish skin.  Tommy shivered, but his crying quieted some.

"You work on him," Naomi said.  "We're getting a bite to
eat, too.  Tell him if he's not stopped crying by the time
we get back, he can have a few swats from that flyswatter
his sister gave me to use on him."

The three girls quietly slipped out.  Elvin gradually spread
the lotion around the surface of Tommy's butt.  It felt
funny to be trying to soothe the same butt he'd just moments
ago been trying to hurt, but Elvin's life was full of funny
contradictions like that.  Like how his cousins would make
fun of his boy parts one moment, and adoringly play with
them the next.  Like how he hated being spanked himself
while he was getting it, but felt so loved afterward, as his
mother or Naomi or Zandra or sometimes even Melissa would
cradle him and kiss his face and tell him he was a brave
boy.  Like how Garrett would, when in public, making fun of
boys who had sex with other boys, yet in Elvin's bedroom
couldn't wait to get Elvin's penis in his mouth and suck him
eagerly until he came, then beg for Elvin to reciprocate. 
Like how his cousins would argue that boys were weak because
they needed sex from girls and couldn't get by without it,
yet moments later they were the ones undressing an
indifferent Elvin to play with his member.  He didn't
understand any of these things, but by and large he was a
happy boy and it didn't matter.

With no one to talk to but the quietly sobbing Tommy whose
still red-hot butt was quivering under his ministrations,
Elvin began addressing him.  "Come on, Wiener Boy," he said
soothingly.  "Calm down, get hold of yourself.  It doesn't
hurt that bad.  I saw the bruises and welts before I went to
work on you – you got spanked lots worse before, probably
not very long ago.  This wasn't so bad, you can stand it." 
He pumped more lotion on Tommy's glistening butt, the
coolness helping Tommy quiet himself a bit.  He began
rubbing the new lotion Tommy's butt, liking the feel of the
firm muscles under the hot surface, and the way Tommy
shivered and tensed as he rubbed.  "Sorry about the
squeezing your nuts thing," he added.  "But I had to.  If I
hadn't squeezed hard enough to make you react and long
enough so they could see you were suffering, they'd have
done it instead, and then they'd have done me, too!  And
they don't have nuts, so they don't have any idea how much
it hurts to have the squeezed."

Tommy hiccupped, gulped, and raised his head, looking at
Elvin with a hurt expression.  "You didn't have to be so
rough," he complained hoarsely.  "I almost passed out."  He
sniffed loudly and dropped his head back in his folded arms.

"Yes I did," Elvin said.  "I've had mine squeezed worse than
that in the past by them, so I know they'd have given you
worse if I hadn't done what I did.  And I just squeezed
yours together, into each other.  They make them move up and
down past each other.  You think you're dying!"

Tommy thought about Elvin, the only boy in a household full
of dominating girls.  "How can you stand it?" he asked. 
"You know, them making you be naked all the time and
spanking you and squeezing your balls and stuff?"

"It's not that bad," Elvin said.  "Actually, I like being
naked – you don't have to take your pants down to pee, and
you feel kind of free and easy all the time – your balls
never get caught in your pants, and your hard-ons aren't
trapped.  And I don't get spanked much, really, because I'm
good and do what they say.  And they don't squeeze my balls
at all unless I'm real bad."  He squirted more lotion on
Tommy, right in the center of Tommy's butt crack.

"Besides," Elvin added, sliding his fingers into the center
of Tommy's buns, working toward his butt crack.  "They
complain about boys, they act like they hate us, but they
like us, really.  Melissa especially.  She likes playing
with my weenie.  If I'm watching TV, she lies down behind
me, and then pretty arm around me, pulling me against her
front and fingering me, and before long I'm cumming over and
over again.  Did you know you can cum as many as 8 times
while watching Saturday morning cartoons?  She's really good
at rubbing weenies.  And she sucks me a lot, too.  She seems
to like it.  She says when I get old enough to shoot,
though, that I'll have to warn her when I'm going to or she
suck me any more. Zandra sucks me sometimes, too, at
bedtime.  She says it helps boys sleep better.  And it
does."

He grinned at Tommy conspiratorially.  "And sure, they make
me be naked a lot, but they go around naked a lot around me,
too.  They even take showers with me.  So I get to see their
girl places and their boobies.  Sometimes Melissa and Zandra
have me soap their butts and their girl parts.  And their
boobies, too.  Well, Melissa doesn't really have boobies
yet, but the other two do, and Naomi's are nice."   He
trailed his fingers down Tommy's crack, moving toward his
anus. Tommy squirmed.

"That tickles," Tommy said in a voice still hoarse from
crying.

"Sorry," Elvin said.  "I need to push harder when I rub it
in.  Then it just feels good instead of tickling.  I should
have realized I can push harder in there anyway, because I
didn't really spank you there, so it's not sore."  He let
his fingers move into Tommy's butt crack, massaging lotion
in just above Tommy's butt hole.

"Anyway, it's not so bad being in a household full of girls. 
Melissa lets me play with her girl parts if I've been good. 
You know, rub the little man in the boat.  Sometimes she has
me lick her there, too.  That's kind of weird, but she says
she takes the thing I pee with in my mouth, so I shouldn't
complain about the man in the boat."

"The man in the boat?" Tommy asked, having to clear his
throat in the middle of saying it.

"Yeah, you know.  At the top of her girl parts.  Where the
slit starts," Elvin said.  He shifted his hand, pressing his
fingers on Tommy's butt hole.  Tommy tensed a bit.

"Relax," Elvin said.  "It's just another part of your body. 
And you're not at all dirty – I checked."

Tommy strained his mind, trying to remember his examination
of Chandra several weeks beforehand.  Oh, right.  The little
bump at the top of her vulva.  "They like you to lick them
there?"  he asked.

"It drives them wild," Elvin said.  "Makes them have
orgasms."  He pressed hard on the tight slit of Tommy's
anus.  Tommy tensed.  "Relax," Elvin said.  "I'm just
getting you ready."

Tommy's head popped up.  "Ready for what?" he asked
suspiciously.

Elvin looked at him like he'd lost his mind.  "For me to do
you in your butt, of course!" he said gleefully.  "I can't
wait!  I don't get to do it much, you know.  Garrett lets me
do it sometimes, but half the time he complains it hurts
before I'm done, and he'd rather do the mouth stuff most of
the time, or use our hands on each other.  That's why I was
so happy when you said you wanted me to do you back.  I
mean, it's only fair, because I let you do me, and I didn't
complain when it hurt when you first went in.  Besides, that
part doesn't last long, and then you get the kinda full
feeling inside and it stops hurting – especially if you rub
your wiener at the same time.  Man, when I came with you
inside me – that was great!  You'll see."

Tommy suddenly remembered the moments before his spanking. 
He had said to this boy that he wanted the boy to take him
up his butt, he remembered that, now.  He even remembered
why – so that he'd be paid back for what he did to Gabriel,
be paid back double, because he'd been done by Gabriel, too,
though not willingly.  Just like the spanking he'd let
himself be given was payback, too – redemption for his sins
against his brother.  And he did feel better, more like he'd
begun paying for all the misery he'd given Chad.  Of course,
that was just the beginning – he'd have to get the rest of
it from Chad himself.  "Oh," he said to Elvin.  He was torn
again – wanting the redemption submitting to this would give
him, but dreading the invasion of his rectum that it
entailed.  "But I think my butt's too sore for you to get on
me from behind."

Elvin laughed, a bright, tinkling sound, and rose up on his
knees so Tommy could see his crotch and the barely 2-inch
erect penis clinging to his front.  "I don't think I could
do you from behind.  I was kinda bragging when I suggested
it before.  You're butt's kinda deep, if you know what I
mean.  And I'm weasel weenie, remember?  I can do Garrett
that way because his butt's real thin – he can hardly keep
his pants up.  I don't think I can do you unless you get on
all fours with your head down, or lie on your back with your
legs up."  He pressed more firmly on Tommy's anus, clearly
intending to enter and work lotion into there, too.  Elvin
liked the way boy's holes felt – how the firm muscle
suddenly tapered inward to this spot with give in it – give
the rest of his butt didn't have.  Elvin's little penis
tingled with excitement that he could barely suppress.

Despite Tommy's mixed feelings, he could feel his own penis
stirring, hardening under him.  The screaming pain in his
butt had dulled to a low burn, the ache in his balls had
settled down to a barely-felt discomfort.  He felt the other
boy's fingers probing his hole, and he willed himself to
relax, not tense under the boy's touch.  If he was going to
do this, there was no use making it any more painful than he
had to.  To his surprise, though, Elvin's two fingers
slipped easily into him, rotated, and then pressed toward
the mattress, and something came alive inside Tommy,
something that made his penis lurch to full hardness
instantaneously, and made that liquid pressure feeling that
he always got before he came instantly appear.  He emitted a
surprised little yip.

"Found it," Elvin said with satisfaction, letting his
fingers play over the spot inside Tommy that had created the
sudden, surprising sensation.  Tommy was suddenly focused on
his penis, and things inside him, behind his penis
somewhere.  Things very near where Elvin was stroking. 
Tommy twisted his head around to look at Elvin, his feelings
playing across his face.

""What'd you do to me?" he asked, his voice breaking up an
octave in the middle as Elvin pressed on that spot inside
him again.

"I found your phosphate," Elvin said, grinning.  "It's a
thing behind your weenie that makes a lot of the stuff you
squirt when you cum.  You can feel it if your push the right
place when you're in a boy's butt.  Cause the butt tube goes
right next to it.  Girls don't have them.  That's what my
Mom said, anyway.  It feels good when you push it, even if
you can't cum.  Garrett won't let me push on his any more –
he says it makes him feel too horny.  That means he wants
sex bad."

"I know what horny means," Tommy snapped.

"I can tell," Elvin said, poking the root of Tommy's penis
from behind with his free hand.  "You're hard as that
plaster weenie Naomi made from that little kid."  He
continued to massage Tommy's prostate with the two fingers
he had up Tommy's butt.  Tommy squeezed his butt, pressing
his hungry penis against the mattress.  The boy's fingers
irritated his already tender rectum, but his penis liked
what Elvin was doing.  "See, your phosphate likes it," Elvin
echoed.

"I thought a phosphate was some kind of drink," Tommy said. 
"Like a soda."

"I might have the word a little wrong," Elvin admitted. 
"But it's called something like that."  He twisted his
fingers and pulled them out of Tommy's butt, letting Tommy's
buns close again, then squirted lotion on his fingers and
reached with his other hand to spread Tommy's butt and
expose his butt hole again, driving his fingers smoothly
into Tommy, pushing the lotion ahead of them and rotating
his fingers back and forth to spread it.  Tommy's rectum
burned slightly at the stimulation, but his prostate reacted
anew and he squeezed his butt on Elvin's hand once again.

"Better stop that," Elvin said, pulling his fingers out
again.  "Or you'll cum on the mattress and make a mess. 
Naomi won't like that – she'd probably punish both of us if
you do."  He prodded Tommy's still sore left buttock.  "Roll
over," he said.  "And lift your legs.  You're ready for me
to do you, and I have to do it from the front."  He paused. 
"Unless you want me to do you on all fours—if I get really
tight against you I might be able to reach far enough to do
that."

Reality struck Tommy again.  He'd agreed to let this boy put
his dick inside his butt.  He'd actually asked him to. 
Suddenly he was having mixed feelings again.  He'd thought
that having this strange boy fuck his butt would somehow
make up for what he'd wanted to do to Jesse and had in fact
done to Gabriel.  But now he wasn't so sure.  His buns were
still stinging mightily from the spanking he's asked the boy
to give him, a spanking that had ended up harder, longer,
and more painful than he'd thought it would be.  Would this
attempt at redemption end up being more than he'd bargained
for, too?

As if reading his mind, Elvin pointed to his penis again,
still curved against his body like a miniature luggage
handle.  He pulled it out so that Tommy could see its
length, or lack thereof.  "Don't worry," he said, a hint of
laughter in his voice.  "It's just me, weasel-dick!  I can't
hurt you with this!"

Screwing up his courage, Tommy rolled gingerly over onto his
back, and, wincing at the pain of stretching his sore butt,
began raising his legs, until he could grip both of them on
either side of his head in the inspection position.  His
buns protested the rough treatment, but his penis remained
erect, standing against his groin with his sack pulled up
under it as he finally got into position.  His butt opened
so that his slightly swollen anus was fully displayed. 
Elvin looked at his member and then at Tommy's butt hole
almost buried in the mattress.  "I can't reach you clear
down there," he said.

Inspiration hit Tommy.  "I'll scoot to the edge of the bed
and you can stand up on the floor behind me, like I did when
I did you," he said.  He let go of his legs a moment and
shifted until his butt was overhanging the edge of the bed,
then lifted his legs into position again.  Elvin slid off
the bed and walked around to the end.  He reached for the
lotion bottle and pumped an enormous amount on his little
penis, working it in with his other hand, leaving the tip
with a thick white coating.

"Hey, no fair starting without us!" Zandra said loudly as
she came through the door, carrying a glass of soda of some
kind.  Her sisters followed her in, Melissa still munching
on something in her hand.

"We haven't started yet, we were just getting ready," Elvin
said cheerfully.

"You were about to stick it in!" Melissa shrilled.  "We
wouldn't have gotten to see his face when you did!"

"We'd have waited for you, really," Elvin said.

Meanwhile, Tommy was flushing redly.   Somehow he'd
forgotten there were three strange girls lurking around,
strange girls who could suddenly appear in a room just when
you had your ankles by your ears and were willingly opening
yourself to another boy.  The girls were now looking at his
completely displayed rectal and genital region with
amusement.  Well, there was no going back now.  Elvin was
almost trembling with eagerness as he put down the lotion
bottle and leaned forward, lining his small, now snow-capped
member against Tommy's bulging hole.  The other boy's penis
felt slick but rubbery hard pressing Tommy's anus.  Tommy
took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, to push
outward with his anal ring.  At the same time, Elvin pushed
forward, and just like that Elvin was inside him – well, an
inch or so inside him, rocking like a demon and panting as
he leaned into Tommy with one hand on the back of each of
Tommy's thighs.  Naomi was sketching busily, Zandra was
snapping pictures, and Melissa was watching, shiny-eyed. 
Tommy's rectum began the familiar burning sensation that he
always felt when fingers or soap or some boy's dick was
moving about inside him.  Sadly, Elvin's length wasn't
sufficient to stimulate that special spot inside him, but
Tommy's penis remained hard, anyway.  That penis stood
ramrod straight between his legs, yearning for contact, but
he was holding his legs out of the way with his hands, and
the girls were watching him anyway, so there was no way he
was stimulating himself.

Elvin was getting wilder with his thrusts, and panting hard,
but surprisingly, not hurting Tommy's rectum beyond the
burning sensation it already had. He fell out of Tommy
several times in his exuberance, but Naomi was there to
guide him back in from between his spread legs each time,
and before Tommy's rectum could get seriously irritated, the
younger boy was squealing and shaking and contacting his
hips madly.  With one final squeal, he collapsed on Tommy in
a sweaty heap, shaking and panting, his dick still embedded
in Tommy's butt at least an inch.

Tommy gratefully let go of his legs and let them settle down
past Elvin off the end of the bed, bending his knees until
they touched the floor.  The movement pulled Elvin's rapidly
shrinking penis out of Tommy with a soft, audible plopping
sound, and he could feel his butt hole contracting closed as
he settled his feet on the floor.  For no other reason
except that it felt right, Tommy's let his arms encircle the
boy's bony back, and he hugged Elvin close.  He could feel
Elvin's protruding shoulder blades against his arms, and his
penis throbbing against Elvin's firm stomach.  The boy laid
his head on Tommy's chest, then tilted it and smiled up at
him.  "That was nice," Elvin said.  "You feel good inside –
maybe even better than Garrett.  I think your hole is
tighter, even though you're bigger."

Elvin remained in that position for a minute, while Tommy's
mind reeled, Zandra took pictures, Melissa smirked, and
Naomi sketched.  Finally, he pushed himself up, off of
Tommy, and stood there at the end of the bed, his cute
little penis drooping over his miniature ball sack. He
looked down at Tommy, then suddenly dropped to his knees,
prodding Tommy's legs apart.  A bit dazed by events, Tommy
moved them unconsciously, without much thought to what he
was doing.  .

His penis was suddenly engulfed in hot wetness and he looked
down, only to see that Elvin had sucked him in completely,
with his chin all the way to Tommy's sack.  Suddenly, his
crotch exploded into feelings of intense pleasure, as Elvin
began doing complicated things with his tongue that his
brother Chad had never come close to duplicating.  Things
inside Tommy contracted, contracted violently and
repeatedly, sent Tommy to heights of excitement he'd never
felt when jerking off before, had never felt when Chad had
sucked him, had never felt even when fucking either this boy
or Gabriel in the butt.  He sat up on the bed, putting his
arms on Elvin's shoulders, then moving them up to play with
Elvin's hair while Elvin sucked and he grunted and tightened
his butt every couple of seconds.  In what seemed like
moments, Tommy's butt contracted hard, lifting him off the
bed to a standing position as he thrust at Elvin's engulfing
face, and Elvin moved gracefully with him, expertly
following his moving body up and never missing a beat
despite the violence of Tommy's motions.  Tommy rose right
on tip toes as he arched his body and expelled what felt to
him like a gallon of fluid through his pulsing dick.   He
thrust, and thrust, and thrust again at the boy's
enveloping, warm mouth, finally settling down to a series of
little pelvic contractions and opening his eyes again,
looking with spent fondness at the mop of hair blocking his
view of his groin.  Elvin slid his mouth slowly, teasingly
off Tommy's now softening shaft and turned to look at him,
spit dripping off his chin.  He gave Tommy a shy smile. 
"Good," he said.  "You tasted good.   I thought it might be,
you know, slimy, but it was just kind of thin and salty." 
Still holding Tommy's penis by the base, he licked the tip,
bringing unbearable shivers from Tommy.  Giggling, he let
the slightly older boy loose.  "I never did a boy who could
wet cum before," he said.  "Garrett's kind of a weasel-
weenie, like me.  He pulses and shivers like you, but he
doesn't squirt anything."

Applause broke Tommy's mood, reminding him that they weren't
alone, that an audience of girls, one younger than him, had
just seen him get his dick sucked by another boy.  Now post-
orgasmic, he felt embarrassed, extremely embarrassed.  Yet,
he'd wanted Elvin to do this – had wanted it from the moment
Elvin had entered him, and somehow Elvin had known.  Well,
Elvin was a boy, and a boy with experience, at that.  He
would know just how good it felt to be sucked.  And hadn't
he known, before he put his fingers in Tommy, that there was
a spot inside him that would make him all hard and horny? 
Heck, this was probably something Elvin did routinely with
that Garret kid – let the kid take him up the butt, but then
have the kid suck him off afterward to pay him back.  Elvin
probably felt that Tommy would expect him to get Tommy off
afterward.

And get Tommy off he had certainly done.  Tommy couldn't
pretend he didn't like being sucked by boys, he realized. 
He did.  He'd liked it when Elvin had sucked him just now --
-heck, he hadn't just liked it, he'd loved it.  Just
thinking about it made him want to have Elvin do it again. 
The kid had real talent.  He could be the richest kid at
Tommy's school just by charging 5 bucks a boy for lunch-time
blow jobs – they'd be lined across the lawn waiting their
turns!

Actually, he had to admit that he'd liked it when Chad had
sucked him repeatedly, too – wasn't just punishing Chad, he
had actually liked it.  There was just no question any more. 
He liked doing sex stuff with boys.   He was pretty sure
he'd like doing sex stuff with girls, given the opportunity,
but he also liked doing sex stuff boys.  So what did that
make him?  Were there other kids who were attracted to both
boys and girls?  He hadn't know that was possible, but
that's how he felt.    Looking down at the still grinning
Elvin, Tommy had felt a kind of wonderful warmth flow over
him.  His sated penis could easily be persuaded to go
another round with this kid.  He pictured Elvin's head at
his crotch, his magic mouth at work on Tommy's pride and
joy.  And suddenly Elvin's head became Jesse's, and then it
slid off of Tommy's penis in his vision and Jesse smiled his
dimpled smile at Tommy, the smile Tommy had always liked.  
He remembered the times he and Jesse had exchanged grinning
glances before, like the one he'd just shared with Elvin. 
And he had a revelation.  He was attracted to Jesse – just
like Chad had said, and like Jesse had said.  And Jesse was
attracted to him.  Well, had been attracted to him until
Friday night. And there was no reason he couldn't do stuff
with Jesse.  Not that he necessarily wanted Jesse's Chad-
sized penis up his butt, but he wouldn't mind Jesse fondling
him or sucking him – heck, he could see himself fondling
Jesse at the same time, even sucking Jesse while Jesse
sucked him, the way Alan and Chad had been forced to do
during their marathon punishment.  When Jesse came over next
time and provided an opening, Tommy wouldn't resist him –
would encourage Jesse, even.  The next time…

He'd do nothing.  Because he'd ruined it with Jesse, hadn't
he?  He'd attacked Jesse, called him names, said he wasn't
Jesse's friend, didn't want to see him again.  His face fell
and he dropped down on the bed again, hunched over, trying
not to cry.  Jesse would never forgive him, a friendship
that went back to kindergarten was gone.  Tommy knew who he
was, now, and it was too late.  Desolation fell over him. 
Elvin looked up at him with sudden concern.

"What's the matter, did I hurt you or something?  I didn't
bite you, did I?  Oh my gosh, I think I bit him!"  He
reached for Tommy's penis, lifted it and began inspecting
the underside.

Tommy pushed Elvin's hands away.  "You didn't bite me," he
croaked.  "You were great.  I did it all to myself."  He
gave up fighting back tears, fell back on the bed and pulled
a pillow over his face.