Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 40
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 40:  Wardrobe Malfunction

Naomi reached over and yanked the pillow away.  "Stop that!"
she ordered.  "Of all of the nasty traits you boys have,
it's self-pity I hate most of all!"

Tommy covered his face with his hands.  Naomi yanked them
away, too, glaring at his tear-streaked face.  "I said stop
it, and I mean it!  Unless you'd like me to have a go at
your little jewels with that flyswatter your sister gave me! 
I don't think I'd mind at all giving you a good hard swat or
two on the nuts!  I'm sure the girls would love it, too!"

Tommy struggled with himself, fright overcoming his self
pity.  He sniffled, trying to swallow the lump in his
throat, and forced himself to sit up, swiping at his eyes
and sniffling.  It took him a few minutes to get himself
under control, but he finally wiped away at the tears and
sat facing Naomi.  Elvin sat beside him, stroking Tommy's
back and thigh simultaneously with his hands.  Tommy relaxed
a bit under Elvin's touch – the other boy's touch was
surprisingly soothing, almost erotic.  In fact...

Tommy realized quite suddenly that his penis was rising
again, even though he'd just cum mightily a few minutes
before.  He pushed Elvin's hand away from his thigh, were it
was too close to his lengthening organ for comfort.

"There he goes again, pretending he doesn't get turned on by
other boys," Zandra commented.  "His mouth and hands so 'no,
no' but his dick says, 'yes, yes!'"

"Why do you fight it?" Naomi asked.  "Why are you boys so
full of shame all the time?  Why not just stand up and
proudly admit, 'I like sex!  I like it with boys, I like it
with girls, I'd do it with my dog if I thought I could get
away with it!'  By the way, don't do that – it's not only
hugely disgusting, it hurts the dog.  Still, why not just
proclaim, 'I'm a boy, I'll stick my dick in anything that
won't bite it off!'  Why do you guys always pretend not to
like what you so obviously love?"

"It's not right!" Tommy blurted.  "Boys are supposed to want
sex only with girls, not with other boys.  It's gay!  All
the boys make fun of it!"

"That's because all the boys are like you, full of shame and
afraid to admit their own feelings," Naomi said confidently. 
"There's nothing wrong with the acts, it's the shame you
feel about them that's the problem.  Besides, you just had
sex with Elvin readily enough, even though you know he's a
boy now!  You took his little weasel dick up your butt
without complaint – in fact, your hard little dick at the
time says to me you enjoyed him reaming out your shit hole!"
Naomi said.  "And I didn't notice you turning down the blow
job he just gave you."

"Maybe he does okay with Elvin because Elvin's weenie is so
small he can pretend Elvin is a girl," Melissa commented.

Tommy's thought immediately leaped on this possibility.  Was
that it?  Was Elvin's demeanor, Elvin's hand, Elvin's body
feminine, was that why he liked Elvin?  He paused and looked
sideways at Elvin for a moment – considered him seriously. 
He tried to convince himself it was just the boy's
femininity that attracted him.

He couldn't do it.  Elvin just wasn't feminine.  Oh, he was
a bit shorter than Tommy, but he was all boy, through and
through.  He had a muscular, tight little boy butt, not
feminine at all.  His hands were boy rough and his knees
scarred and rough like a boy's, and he had a thoroughly boy
face with no feminine traces at all.  And though his penis
and scrotum was smaller than Tommy's, more on the order of
Chad's, there was no way they weren't there – no, he'd been
fully aware of Elvin's gender ever since removing his mask
after he'd finished his originally butt-fucking of the boy. 
Yet he'd been excited by Elvin's body anyway, not once but
several times.  His male body.  Even now, he felt the urge
to reach over and feel Elvin's once again erect little
penis, even fondle it and watch Elvin respond.  He wondered
if Jesse's penis would respond to his touch the way Elvin's
did, jumping with pleasure and sending shivers through its
owner.  He realized that he like that feeling – like knowing
how his touch affected another boy because he was a boy
himself.  As he pondered this, his penis jumped to full
erection.  Looking away from Elvin guiltily, he discovered
Naomi glaring at him, apparently awaiting an answer of some
kind, and not appearing to be willing to tolerate any
subterfuge on his part.

Tommy weighed the odds.  Try to lie his way through to avoid
the shame of the admission?  Naomi had the flyswatter in her
hand, now, and he doubted he could bluff her with his dick
sticking up between his legs.  Not a good idea.  He sighed
and decided to just lay it all out honestly and hope that
was what she wanted.

"No, it's not because he's like a girl," Tommy admitted. 
"He's not, and you know it.  If I'd said that, you'd be
swatting my balls right now, wouldn't you?"  Naomi, still
tight-lipped, nodded once.  "Well, I'm telling the truth. 
Elvin's not feminine.  You know he' not, he knows he's not. 
He's all boy.  But I liked doing stuff with him anyway.  So
I guess you're right, I am attracted to him."

"Just him?" Naomi asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or is there
another boy that gets you excited, maybe even more excited?"

Tommy's first impulse was to lie, take this easy route out. 
"Ummm..." he started, then stopped.  Naomi's face was
darkening and the hand holding the swatter made a little
flicking twitch, like the motion used in swatting things –
hard, vulnerable little things. Just like she could tell he
was thinking of lying before he'd said anything.  "Ummm..." 
he started again.  The muscles in Naomi's hand tensed. 
"Okay," he panted.  "Okay, I won't lie.  There's this other
kid who makes me feel – makes me..."

"Horny as a toady frog?"  Melissa asked, giggling.

"...makes me want to do stuff," Tommy finished.  "But I
haven't done anything with him," he added hastily.  There,
he'd said it – maybe they'd let it go now.

But there was no possibility of that.  "And who would this
lucky little object of your lust be?"  Naomi asked sweetly,
but with a sneer in her voice.  "Would he perhaps be the
famous Jesse?  The one whose fooling around with your butt
got you so excited you wanted to butt fuck him?  The one you
thought you were raping when you 'accidentally' nailed your
cousin?" Naomi asked.

Tommy lowered his eyes and blushed redly.  "Beth told you
already, didn't she," he muttered.

"Of course," Naomi said.  "I needed the whole shameful story
– it makes you even more contemptible.  And forcing you to
say it – it's delicious.   Zandra, make sure you get
pictures of his face and body – he's blushing all the way to
his chest.  Yet his little dingus is still standing up like
a good little soldier."

Zandra began snapping pictures of Tommy's face.  Elvin
patted Tommy's back.  "'S all right," he said soothingly. 
"We're just boys, that's all.  We can't help it – we like
sex."

"Not with other boys," Tommy said hoarsely, still looking
down at his crotch.  His penis looked back at him with its
one eye, mocking him.  He couldn't believe the shame he
felt.  Yet his admission also carried relief.  For the first
time, he had honestly admitted to someone that he was
attracted to Jesse.  He wanted to do things to Jesse.  He
was a pervert, just like Naomi had said, yet that didn't
quell his feelings.

"Why not?" Elvin asked reasonably.  "We know how to handle
weenies better than girls do – we've had more practice.  Why
not use that on each other?  Elvin reached over awkwardly
and hugged Tommy to him.  "It's not wrong, it's how you feel
about it that's wrong."

"Your attitude sucks, that's what he's saying," Zandra put
in.  Elvin hugged Tommy, who was still fighting tears.

"Awww, now isn't that cute!" Naomi said in the exaggerated,
high-pitched voice people use when addressing toddlers.  "I
need pictures of that!  You, boy!  Hug Elvin back!  Turn
toward each other, so your chests are touching, and hug like
you mean it!"  She waved the flyswatter threateningly, in
case Tommy didn't get the point.  Zandra lifted the camera
to her eye.

Mindful of all the ways he could be punished and his total
helplessness in his current naked condition, Tommy awkwardly
turned to Elvin and hugged him back.  He could feel Elvin's
smooth chest pressed against his, the skin warm, soft and
inviting.  Elvin's hands felt strong and good on Tommy's
back.  Some part of him was still conflicted, like he was
watching himself from afar.  The boy felt good, and
everything the boy had done to him and that he'd done to the
boy felt good, too.   His penis was fully erect now between
his legs, and a quick glance downward revealed Elvin was
fully erect, too.  Glancing at Zandra, Tommy realized to his
dismay that she was busily snapping pictures of their hard-
ons as they hugged, evidence his shameful response to the
other boy would soon be revealed to Naomi's fans.  He pulled
his legs up, hiding his penis but exposing his buttocks and
probably his butt hole to the camera instead.  Elvin
continued to hug him fiercely, then to Tommy's surprise he
leaned over suddenly and kissed Tommy's cheek softly but
passionately. Tommy pulled away.

"Hey!" he said in surprise.  "What are you doing!"

"Sorry," Elvin said, looking chastened.  "It just felt
right."

"Wiener Boy and Elvin in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Melissa
chanted, dissolving into giggles.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea.  A shot or two of the
shamed lovers kissing passionately might fit very nicely
with the set," Naomi said.  "Let's do it.  Kiss each other
like you mean it.  On the mouth.  With feeling."

Tommy and Elvin both turned to look at her.  "Okay," Elvin
shrugged, turning back to Tommy.  Tommy kept looking at
Naomi, his face registering his surprise.  Doing sex with a
boy was one thing – doing stuff with your penis felt good,
and suppressed, for awhile, the powerful passions that he'd
been experiencing ever since his balls started getting
bigger and his first pubic hairs appeared.  But kissing –
kissing was romantic, it wasn't just about getting your
rocks off.  Kissing suggested you loved the person.  Kissing
was gay, more gay than anything he'd done that day.

"Um," Tommy said, stalling.  "Are you sure you want..." 

Naomi put down her sketch pad and picked up the fly swatter. 
"What did I tell you would happen if you kept defying me,
Weiner Boy?" Naomi asked menacingly.  "You obviously didn't
believe me and need a reminder."  She gestured with the
swatter.  "Get up on all fours on the bed, Wiener Boy, and
spread your legs far apart as they'll go, now!"

Tommy blanched.  She was going to hit him in the balls! 
Hard!  "No, wait!" he said.  "I'll kiss him!"  He leaned
toward Elvin.  Elvin evaded him. 

"Naomi said you have to get on all fours," Elvin said
seriously.  "So you have to.  She means it. Do it, now, and
she won't hit you as hard."

"But.." Tommy said, looking from Elvin to Naomi.  "I said
I'll kiss him!  I'll do it right now!"

Elvin looked even more concerned.  "Please listen," he
begged.  "I don't want you hurt more than you have to be!"

"I said, get on all fours on the bed and spread your legs,
Wiener Boy, and I meant it!" Naomi said at the same time. 
"You're already getting one good smack on your little bag –
do you want to try for two?"

"But.." Tommy said.  

"Your butt, in the air!"  Naomi snapped.  "Now!  Your
delaying tactics have earned you a second smack on the bag –
do you want a third?"

Two?!!  Tommy scrambled to get on all fours beside Elvin,
spreading his legs far apart in back so that his scrotum
bulged out between the inverted V of his crotch.  He held
that position, trembling.  How was he going to hold himself
in position for two blows on the scrotum?  Elvin reached
over and put an arm around Tommy's back, looking at him with
distress and concern on his face.  "Told you," he said in a
half whisper.

Zandra spoke up from the side of the bed.   "Not such hot
stuff now, are you Wiener Boy?   You boys are all alike –
all talk and bluster and arrogance, but threaten your little
marble sacks and you're all cowards.  How about it, Wiener
Boy?  You're about to get two smacks on your bag.  Are you
afraid?"

Tommy, who was so afraid he was almost pissing himself and
managing only by sheer determination to hold it in, stared
at the mattress and didn't answer.  As he was looking down,
he didn't see Zandra reach toward him until she'd grabbed
his jutting, still stiff penis in an iron grip, digging her
fingernails into its vulnerable surface just enough to hurt,
but not enough to break the skin.  "I asked you a question,
Wiener Boy!" she snarled.  "Are you afraid?"

"Ye- Yessss!" Tommy croaked.  "Don't hurt me!"

Zandra trailed a fingernail across the head of Tommy's
penis, scraping uncomfortably but not drawing blood. 
"Good," she said, releasing him, to his relief.  "Because
you should be.  The last time we racked Elvin good in the
balls he threw up, and that was only the one blow."

"Yeah, but it was with a paint stirring stick," Melissa put
in.  "So it might have hurt more."

"Still, the flyswatter has a long handle, so she can hit
your little nuts harder," Zandra argued.  "One blow ought to
have you in agony.  Two should have you shitting your
pants."

"He doesn't have on pants," Melissa said, giggling. "Want me
to get him some so he can shit in them?"

"Wait!" Elvin said suddenly and firmly.  "Don't do it!"  He
let go of Tommy and scrambled up beside him, getting on all
fours and spreading his own knees until his leg crossed over
Tommy's and his own smaller scrotum also bulged out between
his spread legs, duplicating Tommy's position.  He lowered
his head all the way to the bed, then looked back through
his legs at his cousin Naomi.  "I'll take one of his for
him," he said.  "A boy shouldn't have to take two swats on
the balls—it hurts too much."  He tensed his muscles and
putting his right arm around Tommy's shoulders, hugging him
close to still both of their trembling bodies.  

"Awww, ain't that cute!"  Naomi crooned.  "The little lovers
want to suffer for each other.  Okay, Elvin, if that's what
you want, that's what you'll get.  But I'm not going to take
it easier on you, you know.  You might throw up again."

"If I do, I do," Elvin said resolutely.  Tommy, shaking with
fear, gaped in amazement.  The balls on this kid!  Sticking
his butt voluntarily out with his legs spread like that,
vulnerable sack hanging in the breeze – his actually balls
might be small and underdeveloped, but metaphorically
speaking the size of his balls was amazing, like he had 10
pounders dangling between his legs.  Tommy suddenly felt
very small and afraid.

"He must be an amazing fuck for you to do this, Elvin,"
Naomi said.  "The tightest, most amazing ass ever!  If I had
a dick, I'd have try him myself!"

"His butt hole did feel good,"  Elvin admitted.  "And I
liked sucking him – it's cool that he shoots.  But that's
not why I'm doing it.  I just like him," Elvin said.  "He's
a good guy.  You guys are awfully hard on him.  He's done
everything you told him to.  And no guy deserves two whacks
on the nuts unless he's been really bad, like broke
someone's arm or something!"

"He did," Zandra said flatly.  "He took a younger boy by
force.  He fucked a boy smaller than you up the butt, and
made him bleed.  That's worse than breaking his arm!  It's
different if a boy says, 'take me,' and you do and he bleeds
a little – that's just the risk he took in inviting you. 
But forcing it on someone, that's rape, and rape is evil and
deserves the worst punishments."

"She's right, Elvin," Naomi said.  "If I'd been his sister,
I wouldn't have bothered with a few little paddlings, I'd
have taken the paint stirrer to his nuts immediately and
beat them until they were black and blue.  Then I'd have
given him a few days to heal and let the boy he raped beat
his nuts black and blue again.  And I'd have sandpapered his
dick until it was too sore to touch on a daily basis for the
next two weeks, so he couldn't give himself pleasure,
either.  That's not all, though.  I'd have beat the hole in
his own butt with a wooden spoon until it was so blistered
he couldn't shit, and had to have enemas for the next two
weeks.  Then, just as the topper, I'd have made him suck his
victim's dick morning and night and any other time the boy
wanted for the next month, at least.  Believe me, he'd never
even consider raping another boy when I was done.  So don't
be feeling sympathy for him!"

Elvin considered her words.  "Okay, so he was pretty bad,"
he finally considered.  "But that's between him and his
family, isn't it?"  He shrugged, causing an odd shift in his
head down position.  "Never mind," he said.  "I know my
opinion doesn't matter, I'm just a boy, and I don't
understand these things the way girls do.  If you think he
needs to be hit, he'll get hit.  But I'll still take one of
his hits for him.  I'd feel bad if I didn't."

"Your choice," Naomi said.  "So who gets it first, you or
him?"  

"Him," Elvin said without hesitation.  "Let him get it over
with.  Waiting for it to happen is the worst part."

"Okay," Naomi said.  Tommy stiffened.  His balls felt like
they were about a foot wide protruding out from between his
legs, vulnerable and exposed.  He shut his eyes hard. 
Beside him, Elvin hugged him tight with his free arm. 
Moments passed in silence except for Tommy's frightened
panting, and Elvin's almost equally fast breathing.  Despite
his doing it voluntarily, it was clear Elvin was afraid,
too.  The gentle touch of plastic against Tommy's balls made
him jerk and his eyes fly open as he let out a little gasp.

"Steady, there, Weiner Boy!" Naomi said, caressing his
genitals with the swatter.  "Just getting my range lined
up."  

Tommy hunkered down again and shut his eyes.  He wished
she'd just get on with it.  The swatter continued gently
rubbing his balls and his stiff penis, then withdrew.  Here
it comes, he told himself.  The room was deathly silent
again, and more moments passed.  Suddenly he felt a rush of
air just before the center of his buttocks, just over his
butt hole, exploded in pain, accompanied by the wet smack of
the swatter.  Tommy yelped and collapsed on the bed,
clutching his stinging butt.  It burned all the way into the
hole, (not surprising as his buns had been fully separated),
but his balls were untouched.  Beside him, a second wet
smack sent Elvin crashing down, also yelping and then
clutching his butt and panting.  Both boys lay with arched
backs, rubbing the centers of their tensed boy butts
furiously, as the three girls laughed, Melissa going into
hysterics with glee.

"She sure got you that time!"  Zandra proclaimed.  "Both of
you thought your little balls were toast, didn't you!"

"I didn't want them throwing up on the good mattress, that's
all," Naomi said.  "So you both get a reprieve for the
moment – that is, if you obey everything I say from now on! 
Now kiss each other.  And as long as you're down there, do
it lying down – with a full body hug!"  Tommy and Elvin
looked at each other.  "Weiner boy, get on your back. 
Elvin, get on top of him.  That's it, spread your legs,
Wiener Boy, so Elvin can nestle his between them and you
your pelvises touch!  Now put your arms around each other
and hold each tight!  Like that!  Grind you little privates
right into his, Elvin!"

Following instructions, Tommy held Elvin tightly, the other
boy looking him earnestly in the eyes as he followed Naomi's
instructions and thrust his groin against Tommy's.  Their
penises lay next to each other, touching.  Tommy could feel
his own stiff penis pressing Elvin's warm, soft pubic pad,
Elvin's rapidly stiffening organ pressing his.  The sides of
their organs touched as well, feeling odd and yet exciting
at the same time.

"Good," Naomi said.  "Now give each other a good, solid
lover's kiss."

Tommy's heart was pounding.  He'd never kissed a boy before,
and he was acutely aware of the three females watching them
with great attention.  Elvin's face was just inches from
Tommy's now.  "It'll be all right," he said in a half-
whisper, soothingly.  "Just shut your eyes and I'll do it. 
Think about someone else if that helps."

Tommy thought about what Naomi had said.  Obey or you will
get that swat on the balls, that's what she'd said.  It was
just a kiss – what was the big deal?  Just sticking their
lips together.  Just one kiss.  But Elvin was a boy, as the
hard penis jabbing Tommy verified.  When Tommy had pictured
himself kissing someone romantically, it had always been a
girl in his mind, with breast pressing him firmly as they
kissed.  Elvin's flat, muscular chest didn't fit that image
at all.  But Tommy's balls were on the line, and Elvin's
too.  He shut his eyes.  Moment's later, he felt Elvin's
lips brush against his, then press more firmly.  He held
himself stiffly as the pressure increased until Elvin was
pressing quite firmly.  Elvin's mouth parted, and Tommy
suddenly felt the other boy's tongue run across his own
lips.  His eyes shot open and he jerked his head to one side
in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Elvin asked.  

"You licked me," Tommy said.

"Well, yeah," Elvin said.  "That's how you kiss.  You put
your lips together, and then you open your mouth a little
and let your tongues touch and rub together.  That's how you
do it."

Tommy looked at Elvin doubtfully.  "Don't you, like, get
spit in your mouth?" he asked with a hint of incredulity in
his voice.

"It's just spit," Elvin said.  "It's no big deal.  You've
sucked boys' weenies!  Naomi said you had.  And I have, too! 
And we pee with our weenies!  Spit is just spit."

"Do what he says," Naomi said.  "I've got to see a real
lover's kiss.  Put yourself into it!  And I'd better see
tongue, lots of tongue, or both you guys' balls are going to
get it!"

"Come on," Elvin said.  "It's not bad.  It's kind of
pleasant.  And I don't want my balls smacked, not really!"

Tommy forced himself to relax and closed his eyes again,
uncomfortably aware of the boy's now fully hard penis
between their bodies, his also equally hard and
embarrassingly pulsing penis next to it.  He felt Elvin's
lips brush his, settle more firmly on his mouth.  Elvin's
tongue immediately probed Tommy's lips, and Tommy
reluctantly let his mouth part until Elvin was licking
Tommy's lips, probing deeper until his tongue touched
Tommy's.  The sensation was weird—unlike anything Tommy had
ever experienced before.  It wasn't particularly
stimulating, but he couldn't say it was bad, either.  He
moved his own tongue experimentally, tried probing Elvin's
lips.  It still didn't turn him on – it just felt weird. 
Elvin continued to explore Tommy's mouth and tongue, and
Tommy tried to respond, hoping to satisfy Naomi so this
could be over.  He felt the boy's penis twitch, and then
Elvin was shifting his crotch, rubbing his smaller penis
against Tommy's.   Tommy's penis responded to the situation,
and he pushed back, and suddenly the kiss was more
interesting, hotter, more earnest.  He pressed back against
Elvin's lips, wrapping his tongue around the slick wetness
of the other boy's, writhing his hips so their penises
rubbed wildly together.  Elvin finally broke the kiss and
drew back.

"Was that good enough?" Elvin asked Naomi earnestly.  Naomi
nodded, still sketching, and Zandra kept snapping pictures. 
Elvin turned to face Tommy again, still holding him tightly. 
"Did you like it?"

Tommy didn't answer.  Now that the pelvic sensations had
stopped, he felt immediate shame for his actions, shame that
Zandra immediately caught on film.

"Should I kiss him again?" Elvin asked. "Didn't he like it?"

"Oh, he liked it," Naomi said.  "He's just ashamed that he
did.  And now I'm done with pictures of kissing.  I've got
other stuff for you two to do."

"First, Elvin, you need to wash your hands and your little
weasel weenie," Naomi said.  "You know the rules."

Elvin grinned at Tommy.  "Naomi says butt stuff is okay as
long as Garret and I wash anything that goes in our butts
with soap after we're done so we don't get sick."  He
scampered out of the room.  Naomi turned to Tommy.  "Get
up," she said.  "Get on your knees over here.  You're
sucking weasel-weenie's dick as soon as he comes back.  No
hesitation, no discussion – just pull him into you, latch
your lips on him as soon as he comes in the door, and suck
until he cums.  I need pictures of you humiliating yourself
with a younger boy."

Great, thought Tommy.  Just great.  I just had it up my
butt, and now I have to take it in my mouth.  But it was
only fair, after all, Elvin had sucked his.  He got up from
the bed and dutifully got on his knees, his penis, to his
shame, standing erect out in front of him.  The three girls
looked at him in silence, the younger two smirking at his
discomfort, as they waited for Elvin's return.  Elvin came
thumping back into the door, his midsection still glistening
with moisture, his penis erect from being handled in the
bathroom.  He looked at the tableau, Tommy on his knees
looking shamed, the girls looking expectant.  "He's going to
suck me?" he asked, a smile breaking across his face.  "All
right!"  he raced over to Tommy and stood in front of him,
his legs apart, his face looking down expectantly.  Xandra
readied the camera and Naomi picked up her sketch pad.  

Tommy gulped, then put his left hand around Elvin's thighs,
pulling him closer.  With his right, he guided Elvin's
pulsing but velvety-skinned little mushroom head into his
mouth, keeping his hand at the base to guide it.  Elvin
smelled strongly of soap and tasted of nothing at all.  The
boy's little penis seemed much bigger in Tommy's mouth.  And
though it was the same size as Chad's, it didn't feel like
Chad's at all.  The upward curve made the shaft push more
strongly against Tommy's tongue, and at the same time the
tip pushed more firmly against the top of Tommy's mouth. 
Concentrating, Tommy tried to work his tongue around the
ridge of Elvin's bulging glans like Elvin had done to him,
exploring the bulge of skin at the bottom and swirling
around the head, even letting the tip of his tongue explore
the pee slit and probe it delicately.  Elvin stiffened and
sucked in his breath.  "Feels nice," he breathed, putting
his hands on Tommy's head and pulling him closer.  Tommy
sucked harder, feeling the penis in his mouth pulse.  His
own penis throbbed, aching for touch, and he took his hand
off the base of Elvin's penis and began stroking his own,
sucking harder as he did.  Xandra was going wild with the
camera, squatting to shoot pictures of Tommy stroking
himself from between Elvin's spread legs, shooting pictures
from the back and side of Tommy's head at Elvin's groin and
longer shots of the two boys together.  The sensation in
Tommy's own penis made him suck harder, try earnestly to
make this other boy feel good.  At this point he was
oblivious to the three girls, didn't even notice Melissa
grinning openly and slipping a hand down the front of her
pants where he fingers began working busily under the cloth
as he breath began coming in shorter and shorter gasps.  

With a little series of yips, Elvin gripped Tommy's head
tightly and rammed his penis into Tommy's mouth as far as it
would go, his butt contracting repeatedly under Tommy's left
hand, the head of his penis growing impossibly big as it
pulsed in Tommy's mouth.  Tommy sucked harder, wanting Elvin
to have the biggest orgasm ever, to acknowledge that Tommy
was good.  At the same time, he stroked his own penis
faster, feeling liquid pressure building up in the base.  He
was close, oh, so close!

Elvin pushed Tommy's head away, withdrawing his now rapidly
softening penis.  Tommy redoubled his stroking of his own
penis.  Naomi suddenly reached down and grasped Tommy's
hair, yanking it up and pulling Tommy suddenly to his feet.  

Tommy's ardor came to an abrupt halt.  "Owwww!" he
complained, his hands shooting up to try to grasp his hair
and protect it.  His unfulfilled penis bobbed in front of
him, the contractions of orgasm choked off just before he
came.

"Stand up!" Naomi ordered.  "If you're going to pleasure
yourself, we want to be able to see you clearly!"

Tommy looked at her, his face registering his pain and
confusion.  His penis began drooping, the excitement
draining out of him.  Naomi kept her grip on his hair. 
"Well?" she said.

"What?"  Tommy croaked, his disappointment at the lost
orgasm palpable.

Naomi let go of his hair with a jerk.  "If you're going to
play with yourself, you're doing it standing up so we all
can see!  And we want your eyes open, so you can see we're
all watching you!"

Tommy let his hands fall to his sides.  "No, that's okay,"
he said.  "I'm done."  His penis agreed, drooping between
his legs.  Zandra and Melissa smirked from their position
several feet away.  

"That wasn't a suggestion, that was an order," Naomi
snapped.  "Get that dick in your hand and whack off right
now!  I need self-abuse pictures for my exhibition – even an
idiot like you should be able to see that!"

"But---but I don't feel like it any more," Tommy protested.

"Even better," Naomi said.  "That way we can see you start
soft and slowly get yourself up – it's more realistic that
way than if you start hard."

"But..." Tommy said again.

"Just do it," Elvin piped up.  "Or you'll get us whacked in
the balls.  Maybe even spanked, too."  He was wiping Tommy's
spit off his penis gently with a paper towel, dabbing
delicately due to post-orgasmic sensitivity.

"He's right," Naomi said grimly.  "Now get to whacking!"

Tommy, flushing, slowly moved his right hand into position
and began stroking his soft penis.  He'd never felt less
like masturbating in his life.  He'd just sucked Elvin,
sucked him enthusiastically in front of the girls.  And now
they all were watching while he played with himself.  And,
having been cheated of its orgasm, his penis felt like a
dead thing in his hand, all interest in sex gone.

It took Tommy what seemed like an eternity to make his penis
hard enough to get a good grip on it and stroke it, and even
longer before the good feelings began building up inside. 
It didn't help that the girls and even Elvin spent the whole
time with their eyes alternating between his crotch and his
face.  While he was flaccid, their obvious contempt for the
soft state of his organ was patent, and once he finally got
hard he could still feel their contempt, this time for the
perceived inadequacy of his organ.  Only Elvin looked at him
admiringly, obviously eager to see the other boy shoot his
stuff in the open.

Finally, though, the familiar feelings took over, and Tommy
rose on his toes, spurting a watery drop of two that barely
cleared his penis, and a dribble that followed that rolled
down the underside and onto his fingers.  Elvin obligingly
offered him a towel.  "You didn't shoot much stuff," he
commented.  "It felt like more in my mouth."

"Boys do get milked dry eventually if they cum much in a
short time period," Naomi commented.  "And immature little
twerps like Wiener Boy run out of fluid the quickest."

"Still, that was cool!" Elvin said.  "I can't wait until I
can do that!"

"I can," Melissa said.  "It's messy."

Naomi straightened up and flipped her sketch pad around so
Tommy could see her drawing.  It depicted him in perfect
detail, his hand frantically stroking a pathetically soft
penis, his face a combination of dismay and shame.  It
wasn't at all how he pictured himself when masturbating, but
it had a ring of truth to it.

"Now I need some foot shots, and then we'll be wrapping up
and sending Wiener Boy on his way," she said.

Elvin's face fell.  "We were just starting to have fun," he
complained.

"You can invite Garrett over and have fun with him later,"
Naomi said.

"But.." Elvin protested.

"Do you need The Cage?" Naomi asked.

Elvin jumped off of Tommy, the latter's penis registering
its disappointment at the cessation of contact.  "No,
Ma'am," he said.  He looked at Tommy.  "They do that to
punish me when they don't want to spank me."

"Sometimes we don't want him going around with his little
butt red or blistered all the time,"  Zandra added.  "You
have to let him heal now and then."

"Yeah," Elvin said.  "The Cage is a little cylinder they
have just bigger than my weenie that snaps around it.  It
has spikes all over the inside.  There's just enough room
for my weenie in there when it's soft.  If it starts to get
hard, the spikes poke you.  So you can't get all the way
hard, because when you start to get hard, it hurts, and it
hurts more the harder you get.  But you always get a little
hard, anyway, so you go around getting poked just a little.
At least I do.  So you stay all horny and unsatisfied until
they take it off again."

He turned back to Naomi.  "I'll be good," he promised.  "So
can Garrett come over?"

"We'll see," Naomi said.  "God, you're horny.  Typical boy!" 
She gave him a fond glance.  Then she looked at Tommy. 
"Time for foot pictures," she said cheerfully.  She glanced
at Elvin, who was gently stroking his curved little penis
unconsciously.  "You – go put that away!  Put some clothes
on!  No more wiener play until Garrett comes over – a little
sexual frustration will do you some good!"

Elvin dropped his penis like it was radioactive and dashed
out of the room, his little butt flashing Tommy as he left. 
Naomi turned to Tommy.  "Back on the bed.  Like back and
look at me from between you feet – the hard dick just adds
to the picture."

Zandra picked up the camera, setting up and making numerous
shots of Tommy's feet from various angles and all of Tommy
from various angles off the bed, concentrating from down by
his feet and shooting upward.  Tommy, not knowing what to do
with his hands, simply let them rest at his sides on the
bed.  His penis sagged between his legs, mostly covering his
balls, the end swollen in typical post-orgasm state.  He
couldn't get the feel or the sight of Elvin out of his mind. 
Naomi, meanwhile, rapidly finished a sketch, which she
showed to Tommy several minutes later.  Tommy looked at the
drawing with chagrin.  He looked truly pathetic in it!  His
feet, nearest the camera, were huge.  Farther back in the
picture, his penis looked pitiful and forlorn, like a
sagging, droopy, wrinkled thing.  What could be seen of his
balls behind it looked positively tiny.  And far off in the
picture, small and distant, his face, bisected by the penis
and looking fuzzy and indistinct.  Like he felt a lot of the
time these days, Tommy realized.

Naomi took one hand and picked up Tommy's right foot,
feeling the instep and spreading his toes one by one to look
between them.  She sketched several more pictures of just
his feet, making him flare his toes, tense his muscles, and
curl his toes in successive pictures.  Meanwhile, Melissa
had settled on the side of the bed where she pinned his arm
with her butt and then began playing idly with his penis
tip, stroking under the ridge of the head and running her
fingers tantalizingly along the shaft.  It, in response,
quickly erected despite all the work it had been doing
lately.  The whole sensation was very frustrating for Tommy
– the touch was just enough to leave him craving more firm
contact, but not enough to start the wondrous, slow build
toward orgasm.

Elvin reappeared, dressed in simple soccer shorts and a t-
shirt with a Chicago Bulls logo on it.  "She likes to do
that," he commented.  "Drives me crazy, 'cause she won't let
you cum for hours."

"That's not true," Melissa said, pouting.  "I never seem to
be able to hold you down for longer than about half an hour
at most."

"seems like hours," Elvin retorted.  "Especially at the end,
when you want to cum so bad you can't stand it."

"It's good training for you," Naomi said from behind the
sketch pad.  "You have to learn to hold off until your
partner is satisfied."

"That's easy with Garrett," Elvin commented.  "He's
satisfied in about 30 seconds most of the time."

"Not all your partners are going to be horn-dog pre-teen
boys,"  Naomi replied.  "You have to be able to satisfy
girls, too.  And girls prefer a multi-course meal to a
burger and fries, if you know what I mean."

"Not really," Elvin said.  "Why wouldn't you want to cum as
quick as you could?  Then you can cum again later."

Naomi rolled her eyes.  "You'll learn once you start wet
orgasms," she said.  "Just ask Wiener Boy, here.  You only
make so much stuff in a day, and the bigger the load, the
better it feels when you cum.  I make my men lay off at
least two days between orgasms so they appreciate me more. 
They about explode when they cum, then."

"Two days!"  Elvin squealed.  "How can they stand it!  I bet
they cheat when you're not around."

"No they don't," Naomi said with a knowing smile.  "They
know I'd catch them, and punish them, just like I punish
you."

"Just like me?  You spank 'em and stuff?" Elvin said,
looking interested.

"Actually, I prefer to slipper my boys," Naomi said
smoothly.  "It's a grand old English punishment that causes
the maximum of surface pain with a minimum of scarring.  And
the tawse is very nice, too.  That's a leather strap that
really stings the masculine butt.  Keep misbehaving and
you'll find out personally.  But actually, what I do with my
men is really none of your business.  Besides, you're more
Melissa's boy than mine."

"For now," Elvin said.  "But I can't marry her or stick my
wiener in her, 'cause she's my cousin," he added.  "Mom says
so.  So I'll be somebody else's boy eventually."

"But for now, you'll answer to us," Naomi said firmly.  "Now
go get those clothes I set aside for Wiener Boy here to wear
home, and put his wet things in a bag for him to carry."

Elvin scampered off.  Naomi turned to Tommy.  "Get up," she
said.  "You're going to get dressed, then we're going to
take a few more pictures, and then we're taking you home."

Tommy felt a huge relief come over him.  Home.  Even with a
vengeful older sister there, it still sounded wonderful. 
Besides, Beth had said she was done punishing him for the
day as soon as he got home.  He'd just have to get dressed,
and let her take her pictures, and then he'd be on his way.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a thought came nagging at
him.  Pictures of what?  Didn't she already have pictures of
him dressed in his own clothes?  He assumed she'd be
dressing him in some of Elvin's clothes – they might be a
bit small, but they would still be better than being naked. 
Maybe she wanted pictures of him in tight stuff, try to
embarrass him with jeans that showed off his butt and his
package or something.

Naomi and the other girls set about neatening up the room,
making the bed, putting things away, and generally ignoring
him.  After awhile, Elvin returned and handed Tommy a bag
full of his still wet clothing.  He had a second bag in his
other hand.  

"Oh, there you are," Naomi said.  "Give him the underpants
first." 

Elvin poked his head in the bag, fishing out a small, neatly
folded hunk of white cloth.    Tommy took them and shook
them out.  It would be wonderful to be wearing underpants
again.  He looked at them, trying to find the fly that
marked the front.  Odd, they were all in one piece front and
back, with no fly or anything.  Tommy knew that some
underwear was like that, especially some fancy brands.  But
the cloth was weird, too – more slippery, like silk or nylon
rather than the absorbent cotton he was used to.  He looked
for a tag in back, but found only a small tag on the right
side, with the number "3" on it.  Weirder and weirder.  But
they were underpants, and they were clean, if a bit worn
looking – he wouldn't fault Elvin for his choice of briefs,
his mom probably bought them.  He pulled them up, where they
clung tightly to his still erect genitals, outlining them
neatly.  In fact, the shadow of his genitals could be seen
through the translucent cloth.  The silky fabric felt
strange on his genitals – quite stimulating, actually.

"You wear weird underpants," he commented to Elvin.  Elvin
blinked, looking slightly confused by the comment. 
"Really," Tommy added.  "What kind of underwear are these?"
he added, pulling the front out and letting go of it,
finding that, to his consternation, they merely snapped back
to hug his genitals.  

Elvin's expression cleared.  "Oh, you mean those!  They
aren't mine," he added.  "I wear what underpants like
Garrett and the other boys."

"Then whose..." Tommy asked, looking down at himself again. 
Realization was dawning, slowly.  The odd size tag, on the
side rather than the back.  No fly.  Silky stuff rather than
cotton.  No room for his genitals.  "Nooooo!" he squealed. 
He reached for the waistband and began jerking them down.  

"Freeze, boy!" Naomi said, grabbing his arm.  "Get those
back on right now!"

"But they're girls' panties!"  Tommy squealed.  "I can't
wear girls' panties!"

"I suppose you could go home naked, " Naomi said in reply. 
"But it would probably cause a bit of a stir, even in my
neighborhood, even in this town.  Besides, you're going to
have to get dressed up in this stuff first, whether you wear
it home or not, because I need some cross-dressing pictures
for my exhibit.  You know, boy pervert dresses in sister's
clothes when she's not around, gets all hot and hard from
it!"  She pointed at Tommy's now erect phallus.  Tommy,
frozen in the act of lowering the panties, pulled them
guiltily back up over his genitals, which didn't help a bit
to conceal his arousal.

"You'll make a cute girl, anyway," Zandra prompted.  "Even
cuter than Elvin when we make him dress up."

Tommy looked questioningly at Elvin.  "I only did it once,"
Elvin said sheepishly.  "Because it was that or get a big
spankin' and then The Cage for a whole day, and I was
feeling really horny, so I didn't want the cage.  And I only
had to walk around the block in them, so not that many
people saw me or made fun of me."

"But they're girls' clothes!"  Tommy protested.  "People
will think I like wearing girls' stuff!"

Zandra held up a frilly blouse with a picture of Winnie the
Pooh on the left side.  "You'll be cute," she said.  "The
skirt has Tigger on it."

"But ... but.... but I can't wear girls' clothes!" Tommy
said indignantly.

"You can and you will," Naomi said.  "Unless you and Elvin
want your smacks on the balls now."

Elvin's eyes widened.  "Just say yes," he counseled.  "I
don't want my balls smacked."

"I don't know, it might be fun," Melissa said, grinning. 
"Maybe you'll both throw up!"

"You're going to put them on, anyway," Naomi said.  "You can
decide after I've got my pictures if you want to leave them
on to go home."

"I won't," Tommy said flatly.

"Fine by me," Naomi said, "If you'd rather walk home naked
that's fine by me – frankly, if I had a cock as small as
yours I wouldn't go for that, but it's your choice.  For
now, let's get you dressed, at least partially.  Then we'll
work on your makeup."  She looked sharply at Elvin.  "Aren't
you forgetting something, young man?"  Elvin looked blank. 
Naomi made a gesture Tommy couldn't see because she was
turned away from him.  

"Oh!" Elvin exclaimed.  He reached in the back, took out
something with dangling straps.  What was that, some sort of
athletic supporter?"

"See, we've got this lovely padded bra for you," Naomi
cooed, holding the garment up so Tommy could see. "Give you
what nature left out."

"Make you all pretty," Zandra added.

"But, but, ..."  Tommy sputtered.   A bra?!!  He couldn't
wear a bra!  He'd be a laughingstock if anyone near his home
saw him!  But Naomi was already strapping it to his chest. 
He looked down in wonder as it appeared that he'd suddenly
sprouted tits.  Naomi fastened the back tightly.  Tommy
turned an almost purple color.

"That'll do for now," Naomi said, appraising him.  Elvin was
grinning, as were the other girls.  Tommy wondered how he
looked.  Zandra reached over and took him by the hand. 

"Let's take our star to makeup," she said.  She smirked at
Tommy.  "Although he already looks better than 'Lissa." 

  
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