Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 41
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 41:  Man's Best Friend, Part 2

Naomi began guiding Tommy down the hall, heading
purposefully toward a door at the end of the hall, the other
direction from the way to the studio.  Halfway there,
though, she suddenly stopped, reaching out and grabbing
Tommy by the bra strap to stop him, also.  She wheeled him
around and shoved on his butt, pushing him toward the studio
instead.  "I've got an inspiration!" she said, hurrying him
along.  "It's fit right in with the series."

The other three followed in their footsteps as the turned
back into the office where Tommy had been taken originally. 
Naomi stopped Tommy in front of a large Minolta copier and
reached over to push the "wake" button on the control panel. 
The copier began humming happily to itself.  She reached
over and unsnapped the padded bra.  "Strip naked again," she
said, taking the bra off of Tommy's arms.  

Strip naked?  Tommy thought, almost smiling.  All he had on
was some skimpy panties, it wasn't like stripping naked was
much of a change.  He skimmed the panties off and stood
naked in front of the three girls and Elvin, obligingly
holding the panties out to Naomi.  "No," she said shortly. 
"Leave those at your ankles – it'll look better that way." 
Tommy, shrugging, bent down and hooked the panties back
around his ankles.  A stifled giggle from behind him
reminded him he was naked and had just flashed his open butt
crack at the two girls standing behind him.  He hastily
stood up.  He felt a wash of embarrassment.  How could he
feel embarrassed, he wondered with some other part of his
brain.  Everyone in this room has seen every part of him, up
close and personal.  The girls had studied his genitals,
played with them, made him hard, watched him butt fuck Elvin
and Elvin butt fuck him in return, watched Elvin suck him,
shoved a plaster penis up his butt, spread his butt and
stared up his hole when it was slow in closing afterward,
watched him pee and poop himself, changed him and cleaned
him up afterward.  How could he still feel embarrassed at
them seeing his butt hole?  Yet he did, and there it was. 
Nothing he could do about it.

Naomi opened the top of the copier.  "Turn around," she said
peremptorily.  Tommy turned, now acutely aware he was
displaying his genitals again, this time soft but with his
glans swollen in post-orgasm state.  Naomi stepped up and
lifted Tommy, setting him on the glass, then lifting him
again and moving him until he was exactly where she wanted. 
She stepped back.  "Okay," she said.  "Now spread your
knees."

Tommy complied, spreading his knees, an awkward movement
because his ankles were trapped reasonably close together by
the constricting panties bunched around them.  He was
strongly aware that his scrotum was pressing on the cold
glass, the tip of his penis pointing outward at the girls
and Elvin.  "We'll try this," she said, pushing the copier
button.  Light bloomed under Tommy, painting his bare skin
white and shining redly through his scrotum as it scanned.

"Cool!" Elvin suddenly exclaimed.  "You can see his balls
through the skin when the light shines on them!"

"I wanna see!" Melissa exclaimed.  "Do it again!"

Naomi pushed the copy button again, and the light moved
across Tommy's ass once more.  All 4 kids watched in
fascination as the light did, indeed, illuminate Tommy's
balls clearly through the skin of his scrotum.

"Smaller than I thought," Zandra said dismissively.  "All
that skin around them makes them look bigger."

Tommy seethed inside.  His balls weren't small!  They were
bigger than Chad's!  They were bigger than Gabriel's, and
Elvin's, and Jesse's!  And the Fitzgerald kid didn't even
have any!  He almost protested, but wisely bit his lip –
this wasn't a good place or time to object.

Naomi reached around to the output tray and scooped up the
two copies, looking at them.  She shook her head and held
the top copy up for the other kids to see.  "Can't see his
asshole," she said.  "A boy copying his butt would want his
asshole to show.  And his dick, too."  She reached around
Tommy and grasped him by the butt cheeks, pulling them
apart.  Tommy felt cold glass against the protected skin of
his butt crack.  Naomi pulled his butt apart further, until
it was painfully separated at the crack.  "Settle down on
that," she ordered.  Tommy felt like his butt hole was
almost touching the glass.  His balls settled more firmly on
the cold glass, too.  Reaching between his legs, Naomi took
his swollen glans and pulled it outward, then down toward
the glass until the tip of it sagged down and touched the
glass itself.  

"Now hold still," she ordered.  She pushed the button again,
and the other kids looked on with fascination as the copier
cycled again.  

"Hey, it shined through his weenie that time!" Elvin said. 
"At least the tip!"

Naomi smiled indulgently and pulled the copy out of the
tray, holding it up. "Wow!" Melissa breathed.  "You can see
everything!"

Naomi turned the page for Tommy to see, and Tommy leaned
forward, his curiosity getting the better of him.

The picture was stark black and white, a perfect rendition
of his flattened hindquarters.  His butt was lewdly spread
in the picture, every detail of his crack showing, from the
dark wrinkles radiating out from the tight slit of his butt
hole to the smooth skin between his legs with the darker
ridge running down it, to every fold in his scrotum and even
the very tip of his penis at the bottom of the picture, the
latter so sharply rendered even the pee slit at the tip of
his penis was in stark detail.

"That'll do," Naomi said.  "Now take this and hold it up,
like you're looking at it with pride.  "No, more over your
head – like that.  Turn it so we can see it.  Now smile at
it – it's your disgusting butt, but you're proud of it!"

She began snapping pictures.  Tommy found he didn't have to
fake his interest.  He'd never really seen his behind in
such detail before.  Sure, he'd looked at himself in
mirrors, even spread his cheeks and looked at his hole, but
not his whole bottom at the same time like this.  Upon
examination, he concluded he didn't look all that bad back
there – his butt hole was tight and radiated evenly out from
the center, his scrotum was bigger looking in the picture,
and the head of his penis was kind of cute peeking over the
edge, like an animal sticking its head out.  

His smug satisfaction apparently pleased Naomi, who quickly
snapped more pictures from various angles.  Then she handed
the camera to Zandra and walked to her desk, picking up a
substantial wooden hairbrush from it.  She walked toward the
copier.  "Now you look over," she said.  "You thought you
were alone in your mother's home office, and you suddenly
see your mother standing there, looking daggers at you,
paddle already in her hand.  You're going to get your butt
beat, plus she's discovered your shameful interest in your
nether regions.  Just play the part." 

She took a step toward him.  "Just what do you think you're
doing with my copier, young man?" she thundered.  Tommy,
despite himself, jumped and looked guilty.  Zandra began
snapping pictures. 

 "I…, I…," Tommy stammered, lowering the copy he'd been
looking at.

Naomi stepped over and yanked him off the copier, turning
him around so his backside faced the camera and bending him
forward over the copier, so that his butt thrust backwards. 
She raised the paddle.

"Nooooo! Don't paddle me!" Tommy shrieked, all pretense of
acting forgotten in his terror of still more blows on his
still painfully sore hindquarters.  Naomi raised the paddle
high and Zandra show more pictures as Tommy twisted around
and looked over his shoulder in terror, the copy of his butt
still held in his hand so that it was clearly visible to the
camera.  Naomi lowered her hand.  

"That should do," she said.  "I'll have a series here – him
on the copier looking smug, him surprised as the 'mom'
enters, him in terror about to be paddled.  It'll be great!"

Tommy's thudding heart started to slow again.  He'd honestly
thought he was about to be paddled again.  He'd made fun of
Chad before, but now he understood Chad's terror of
spankings and paddlings – he just hadn't realized how much a
paddling on your already sore butt hurt!

Naomi reached over and took the copy from him.  "I'll just
keep that – I may need it for painting the details.  Now
pull your panties up again."

Tommy's fright diminished as rapidly as it had risen,
leaving him feeling humiliated at his fearful reaction. 
He'd become such a wimp!  He wondered what Elvin thought of
his cowering behavior, what Chad and Jesse would say if
they'd seen his reactions.   Almost guiltily he leaned down
and pulled his panties up, glad he was facing away from the
girls this time.

"Let's go to the changing room now," Naomi commanded. 
"We'll get your bra back on you and do your makeup there –
You'll make the sweetest little girl, Weiner boy!  Or maybe
I should start calling you Wiener Girl from now on."

Melissa giggled.  Tommy walked self-consciously behind Naomi
with Zandra prodding him along until they came back up the
hall to another closed door.  Girls' clothes!  They were
going to dress him in girls' clothes!  Not just any clothes,
either, but Winnie the Pooh clothes!  He'd be the
laughingstock of her exhibition, he was sure of it!

Naomi stopped at a door and reached for the door handle. 
"You'll like this room," she said to Tommy, smirking.  "It
has a nice big mirror, so you can see how feminine you'll
look!"  

Tommy, meanwhile, was fervently wishing for anything that
would prevent or even delay the girls from dressing him up
as a girl.  A sudden fire, an earthquake, a tornado,
anything!  Even having to flee the building wearing only
girls' panties would be better. 

At that point in his life, he was not familiar with the old
saying, "be careful what you wish for, you may get it."  He
also was not a fan of science fiction, and a had not run
across any of the many stories in which the protagonist
wishes certain things had not happened, is granted the means
to get his wish, only to discover that what he wishes for
was worse than his original situation.  In any case, Tommy's
wish for anything to delay having to put on the girls'
clothing was about be granted.

As Naomi opened the door, a streak of gray shot out and
began circling the party in a happy frenzy, yapping and
sniffing everyone's feet.  Zandra stepped forward and
collared the yapping beast, allowing Tommy to finally see
that it was a small dog, a puppy really, that had shot out
of the room as soon as door was opened.  Naomi spun angrily
and scanned the group, finally settling her eyes on Elvin. 
"What," she said, biting off each word.  "Is that doing in
the changing room?" she asked icily.  "Didn't you promise to
put him out back in his run and get him some food and
water?"

Elvin froze, like a bunny caught frozen in a car's
headlights just before zooming away in terror.  His face
lost all color.  "Sorry," he blurted out.  "I'm sorry, I
forgot!  Really!  I meant to do it…" he trailed off as
Naomi's lips tightened.

"It appears we've been too easy on you lately, young man,"
she snapped.  "You're getting sloppy."  She stalked past
Tommy and seized Elvin by the upper arm.  "I'm taking you
back to the bedroom for discipline," she said firmly. "It's
obviously been too long since you have a real butt-burner of
a spanking rather than the little love tap sessions Melissa
gives you!  I'll just have to remind you, I guess!"  

Elvin's lip quivered and his face blanched, but he marched
dutifully along with Naomi, the other two girls prodding
Tommy along while the little dog circled their feet,
yapping.  She marched the doomed Elvin into the bedroom and
settled on one side of the mattress.  Elvin immediately and
systematically stripped, pulling all his clothes off item by
item and putting them in a pile on the floor, finishing by
stripping off his undies without any hesitation at all. 
Tommy noticed that Elvin's penis had shrunk down to the
smallest he'd seen it, to the point where it was a nub
barely half an inch long sticking out of his groin.  His
little balls were likewise drawn up, a wrinkled bulge
rounding out the bottom of his abdomen.  Elvin tossed his
white briefs aside and moved to stand by the right side of
Naomi's legs, thrusting his pelvis out obligingly to make it
easier for her to grasp his genitals.  She immediately
obliged him, digging her fingertips into his soft crotch
pad, isolating Elvin's balls, and clamping down on them. 
Elvin stiffened in obvious distress as she did, biting his
lip but not crying out.  Little balls or not, tommy thought
to himself, that kid was tough!.  

Elvin didn't hesitate on the next step, either, bending
obediently over her legs and burying his face in his folded
arms.  To Tommy's surprise, his little butt remained
relaxed, not tensing involuntarily as had all the boys he'd
seen get spanked up to that point.  

Naomi spoke to Elvin's head end.  "I need to really roast
your little ass, young man.  What paddle should I use?"

"The big hairbrush," Elvin's shaky voice said from between
his arms.

Tommy's surprise showed in his face.  Why hadn't the boy
picked something small, like a small ruler or a paint
stirrer?  Zandra easily interpreted his puzzlement.  "Elvin
knows that if he doesn't pick a big enough paddle for a
given offense, he'll get two paddlings, one with the paddle
he picked and then one with the appropriate paddle.  So he
doesn't try any wise guy stuff."

"Oh," Tommy said.  Melissa had run off at Elvin's words,
returning with the hairbrush Naomi had wielded by the copier
just moments ago.  It was a fearsome looking thing, about a
foot long and with a flat wooden back.  Naomi took it and
began rubbing the flat side gently, caressingly against
Elvin's soft skin.  

"She's sensitizing him," Zandra said matter-of-factly to
Tommy.  "Calling his attention to his butt so that when she
starts the paddling it will hurt more."

"I think he'll need the lotion, too, this time," Naomi said
after rubbing the quivering Elvin's butt for some time.  "To
soften his skin and make him mark less."  She turned to
Elvin's head end while Melissa retrieved the lotion.  "I'm
going to make this one long and hard to remind you who's
boss around here," she said cruelly.

"Yes, ma'am," Elvin said from behind his arms, his voice
quavering.  Tough kid or not, he clearly was afraid of what
was about to happen to him.

Melissa shot back in with a lotion bottle.  Naomi put down
the paddle and softly, almost lovingly, began massaging
lotion into Elvin's bare butt, working it into his crack,
down between his legs, and all over the velvety outer
surface.  She spent some time working between the boy's
buns, pressing hard.  She's playing with his butt hole,
Tommy suddenly realized.  Probably shoving her fingers right
in.  Smiling while she did it, obviously enjoying the way
she could invade him at will, demonstrate his helplessness
to him and everyone in the room.  In fact, it appeared she
was burying her fingers to the hilt over and over again in
his butt, treating his hole like a boy might treat a girl's
hole, putting him in the same subjugated position.  Elvin's
butt was glistening when she finally stopped finished.  

"Now, just one more thing," Naomi said, looking at Tommy. 
"He's going to need something in his mouth to quiet him
while I paddle him."

Tommy looked at her, wondering why she was talking to him. 
"You mean like his underwear?"  He remembered vividly the
humiliation of being gagged with his own underwear, in fact
the underwear he'd wet just moments earlier during his
humiliating public paddling by Gabriel.  At least Elvin's
were clean and white.

"I had something else in mind," Naomi said.  "Melissa, will
you remove Wiener Girl's panties, please?"

Tommy stood, puzzled, as Melissa eagerly pulled down his
panties, practically shaking with excitement as she did. 
What was she all worked up about, he wondered?  Zandra was
smirking knowingly as well, already holding the camera.  He
obligingly lifted each foot as Melissa prompted him to step
out of them.  She stood up.

"Now get him into position, Zandra," Naomi said.  "You know
what to do – just like we did with Garrett that time."

Smirking, Zandra took Tommy by the arm.  "Up on the bed,"
she said.  "Unless you want your paddling to be next."

Tommy crawled up on the bed where she indicated, turning to
sit down by Elvin's buried head.  Now what?  he wondered. 
Zandra put her hands around his waist.  "Slide down," she
said.  "Lean back against that pillow, and lift your legs up
on either side of your head.   Hold them with your hands."

"I believe Beth told me you call that the inspection
position," Naomi said.  "Get in it."

Tommy, still puzzled, reluctantly liftedhis legs into the
inspection position – a position he hated for the way it
exposed all his private parts and the vulnerable way it made
him feel.  

"Good girl," Zandra said mockingly when his legs were
finally up and his butt spread wide, his genitals capping
his torso.  "Now slide your butt down toward Elvin' head." 
She pulled on Tommy at the same time, moving him closer to
Elvin.  "Lift your head and move your arms, Elvin," she
ordered.  Elvin lifted obediently, and Zandra tugged Tommy's
spread butt closer to Elvin.

Suddenly it dawned on Tommy what she was up to.  "No, no,
no, no, no!" he erupted, backpedaling, letting go of his
legs and shooting back until his back hit the headboard of
the bed.  "No way you're putting my dick in his mouth while
he gets spanked!  He'll bite it off!"

"Maybe," Melissa said, giggling.

"Melissa!" Naomi chided.  She turned to Tommy.  "He won't
bite it off," she said tersely.  "Because he'll be wearing
the bite bar."  She nodded at Naomi, who opened a drawer,
rummaged around, and then held up an odd rubber apparatus,
which she gave to Elvin.  Elvin obligingly took the rubber
apparatus, lined it up with his mouth, and crammed it in,
biting down.  His mouth remained open.  "He can't close his
mouth all the way while wearing it, so he can't bite your
dick clear off.  At worst he'll just leave a few tooth marks
in it. Might hurt a bit, but he won't leave you dickless."

Elvin looked up at Tommy seriously and pulled the bite bar
back out so he could talk..  "I won't bit you hard," he
said.  "They made me do this before, when Garrett and I
didn't clear up the table after lunch.  I didn't bite
Garrett hard that time, and Naomi blistered my butt then. 
So I won't bite you hard, either.  I can control myself." 
He slid the bite bar back in.

"So it might hurt your little dickie a bit, but he won't
bite if off.  He will cry on you, though," Zandra cautioned. 
"And get snot on you, too.  And slobber all over you."

"And if you don't get your little dick over into position in
about 5 seconds, I'll paddle you instead of Elvin, with his
dick in your mouth!  Is that what you want?" Naomi snapped.

Tommy could just picture a painting of him being paddled
while gagged on the smaller boy's dick.  "No…" he said
tentatively.  Slowly, he forced himself to move back into
position, lifting his legs into the inspection position and
letting Zandra lift his hips, pull on his  body until his
genitals were under Elvin's face.  His penis tried to escape
it's fate by shrinking against his body, but Zandra seized
it and pulled it out, stretching it to it's whole lengeth. 
"Pathetic," she commented, pulling it toward Elvin's face. 
Elvin let his head sag down and obligingly slurped it in,
until his lips touched Tommy's padded groin and his hot
breath streamed against Tommy's tummy.  His chin tickled
Tommy's sack.  Tommy fought to hold position, not to let go
and run fleeing from the room.  He won't bite me, he told
himself.  He's got that rubber thing in – he won't bite me. 
He wished he believed that.  In Elvin's hot, moist,
trembling mouth, Tommy's penis, despite its peril, quickly
stiffened.

"Try shutting your mouth, Elvin," Naomi ordered.  "We'll see
how much danger Wiener Girl is in."

Tommy tensed as Elvin tensed his mouth and his top teeth
contacted Tommy's penis near the base.  He could also feel
the boy's bottom teeth suddenly contact the underside of his
organ.  His penis was all the way stiff, now, and the teeth
closed on it firmly, made an impression, started to pinch. 
Tommy tensed every muscle in his body, ready to scream if
the teeth closed further, but that's where they stopped. 
Elvin held that position a moment, then opened his mouth
again, lifted his head, let Tommy's penis flop out and stand
at attention against his belly.  Zandra leaned over and
inspected the underside of his organ from a few inches away,
then bent it down rudely and inspected the top side.  She
smiled at Tommy.  "See, he just made a few little
indentation in your dickie, Wiener Boy, that's all.  It
might hurt, but he won't bite it off."  She pointed Tommy's
now hard dick at Elvin's face, and he lowered his head and
sucked it back in again, all the way in.  It must go all the
way to the back of his throat, Tommy thought to himself. 
How does he do that without choking?

Naomi turned back to Tommy and smiled nastily.  "Comfy,
Wiener Girl?"  She looked at the back of Elvin's head,
Tommy's cock buried to the hilt in his mouth.  "You comfy,
Elvin?  Ready for your butt blistering?"  Elvin nodded
slightly, the movement stimulating Tommy's penis and making
him contract his butt involuntarily, to Melissa's amusement. 
He said something like "Yes, ma'am," around Tommy's penis. 
Naomi raised the paddle high, and it appeared that everyone
in the room held his or her breath simultaneously.

Swiftly, Naomi's hand fell, striking Elvin sharply in the
middle of his butt with the hairbrush paddle.  The sound was
loud in the room – Naomi clearly disapproved of coddling
Elvin, and that obviously extended to how she paddled him,
too.  Elvin whimpered around Tommy's penis, and his mouth
clenched, claming his lips tightly around Tommy's organ, his
teeth closing until the could be felt on either side of
Tommy's vulnerable organ.  Fear shot through Tommy as he
pictured the teeth closing the rest of the way, anticipating
sharp pain and perhaps even the severing of his pride and
joy.  The teeth stopped short of pain, though, and
immediately retracted again.  Tommy's penis, with a mind of
its own, pulsed pleasurably to Elvin's movement.  Again and
again the paddle rose and fell, making sharp smacking sounds
on Elvin's exposed butt.  Elvin whimpered more loudly with
each spank, his mouth working convulsively on the living gag
of Tommy's penis, his tongue probing and relaxing against
the underside with each stroke..  Tommy flinched each time
Elvin moved, expecting sharp pain each time the teeth closed
on either side of him.

"Come on, cry already!"  He begged Elvin.  "She won't stop
paddling you until you cry, so cry!"

"He won't," Zandra said loudly from where she stood, holding
the puppy.  "Not yet.  Elvin is tough,  a lot tougher than
you, you little wimp.  It takes a lot of paddling to make
him cry.  He won't start crying until the blisters start to
form.  We know that from past experience, and he knows we
know it, too.  And you wouldn't dare try to fake crying to
make his spanking easier, would you Elvin?  You knows what
would happen then!"

Tommy wondered what would happen to the boy then, what could
possibly happen that would be worse than the butt blistering
he was getting now?  Three more frightfully loud spanks
landed on Elvin's unprotected rear, Elvin bit Tommy slightly
with each one, his teeth closing enough to cause sharp
little pinches now.  Surprisingly, Tommy found the pinches
just heightened his penile response, making the familiar
liquid pressure start to build at the base of his dick that
he'd learned signaled that orgasm was approaching since he
became capable of wet-cumming.  How could be getting close
to cumming?  Haven't he just come a couple of times already
today?  Yet the sensation was unmistakable.  He was building
up to orgasm again, despite the jeopardy his penis was in
from the other boy's sharp teeth.  Sure, Elvin couldn't bite
through his dick, but if he jerked his head up with his
mouth as closed as it would go, he's sure scrape the heck
out of Tommy's organ, probably along its entire length.  He
tried to drive that picture out of his had.  He felt a drop
of warm wetness on his crotch, that another.  It took him a
moment, and a couple of more spanks on Elvin's bare
posterior, before he realized what he was feeling was tears.
Right after that, he felt more viscous fluid drooling down
onto the topside of his groin, lubricating the contact
between Elvin's face and his crotch.  Looking down, he
realized that it was snot --  snot pooling out of Elvin's
nose, dripping down his lip onto Tommy.  Despite Tommy's
fastidiousness and his initial queasy feeling of having
another kid's snot pooling on his stomach and being rubbed
into his skin, Tommy was overwhelmed with relief.  Elvin was
starting to cry!  Any moment, they'd see he was crying, and
stop the spanking!

Elvin stopped moaning with each spank and began making a
high, keening noise, a noise that quickly escalated into
muffled bawling.  Disconcertingly, his bawling caused him to
stimulate Tommy's penis more, as the back of throat
constricted, milking the head of Tommy's penis with each
cry.  Tommy felt pressure building in him and fought it.  He
didn't want to cum in poor Elvin's mouth while he was being
spanked.  For one thing, he felt sorry for the kid, and for
another, he was afraid of the reaction of the girls if they
found out he had.  Must think about other things, he though. 
Dead puppies.  Pus.  Worms crawling in food.  Elvin's snot
being massaged into his skin.  He managed to push his
urgency to cum down somewhat.

Elvin's keening around Tommy's dick was becoming louder, 
more urgent, and Tommy noticed he'd begun bucking, kicking
his legs and squeezing his butt, making his mouth move more
insistently on Tommy's penis.  His bites became harder, more
painful, and still Tommy's urge to cum built.  The room
echoed the sound of paddle hitting vulnerable flesh, and the
muffled bawling of sore bottomed little boy.  

"I'll just give him five more, I think," Naomi said loudly,
to be heard over Elvin caterwauling. "You've got a nice crop
of blisters now, young man!"  Elvin's yelps increased to new
heights as she brought the paddle down even harder.  Elvin's
throat constricted as he squealed around Tommy's penis, and
Tommy found himself fighting the urge to cum with all his
might.   And then, the paddling stopped. Stopped abruptly,
though Elvin continued bawling.  Naomi put the paddle down
and reached over and grabbed Elvin's hair, pulling him off
Tommy's penis.  "I had to stop him," she explained loudly to
the other girls.  "Wiener Girl there was about to cum, and I
didn't want that."  

Elvin's voice shrilled in the air as he bawled openly now,
his face just above Tommy's still lewdly displayed genital
region.  Tommy realized, that his genitals were now
completely soaked – the area of his lower tummy was covered
in snot, which continued to drip off Elvin's nose and upper
lip onto Tommy.  His penis was soaked with spit, and a
combination of Elvin's spit and snot and tears were flowing
down between his buns, over his anus, soaking into the bed. 
The trickling  liquid tickled, and he fought the urge to
giggle.  He wondered if he dared move, let go of his legs,
and decided against it.

Naomi spent the next several minutes rubbing Elvin's
obviously very tender butt, bringing new yelps and butt
tensing from the boy.  Tommy had a bird's eye view of
Elvin's face, really the first time that he'd really
examined the face of a crying boy.  He was surprised how
puffy Elvin's eyes had become in such a short time, how red
his cheeks were, and how tense his facial muscles were.  His
crying went in cycles -- he'd gulp, suck in air, then open
his mouth widely and squall, a long, wailing sound that
trailed off as he exhausted the air in his lung and tilted
his head down to gulp again and start the sequence over. 
Copious snot rolled off his upper lip onto Tommy, spattering
his genitals and stomach, and tears flowed freely down his
face.  His hands were clenched in front of him, supporting
Elvin on his elbows on either side of Tommy's hindquarters. 
He was clearly hurting seriously, as seriously, Tommy
guessed, as he himself had hurt after Gabriel had paddled
him so viciously.  But Gabriel had topped the process off by
grinding Tommy's balls together viciously, and Elvin…

"Ready, Elvin?"  Naomi asked loudly.  Elvin choked back a
sob and tensed, and Tommy could see Naomi's left arm tense
and flex.  In an instant, Elvin's back arched into an
impossible curve, his legs shot out, and his hand clutched
at the air above Tommy as he let out a series of inhuman
shrieks that went on an one.  She's milking his balls, Tommy
realized suddenly.  Milking them as bad or worse than
Gabriel had milked his own at the end of his spanking.  But
she was crueler than Gabriel – she'd let him wait after his
spanking, wait for it knowing it was coming.  Tommy
shuddered.

Elvin was pawing at the air, screaming now. Tommy could see
Naomi's arm muscles tensing – she had to be grinding his
baby balls together but good!  Elvin's screaming
intensified, became anguished retching.  His body convulsed
and he coughed up clear fluid on Tommy's stomach, followed
by even louder retching and then a good amount of the
sandwich he'd eaten earlier.  To Tommy's horror, the
contents of Elvin's stomach was deposited neatly on his own
stomach and genitals as Elvin fought down his convulsions
and Naomi removed her hand from between Elvin's legs in
triumph.  Elvin fought his retching and settled into hiccups
and low moans, spitting and drooling onto the mess on
Tommy's stomach.  His arms stopped clawing the air and went
down to support his upper body above Tommy's despoiled
loins.  He shook his head, lines of saliva joining his mouth
to Tommy.  He licked his lips and more drool landed on
Tommy.  

Tommy, overwhelmed with disgust, was afraid to move.  He had
Elvin's vomit on him, along with his tears and his snot!  He
felt disgusting, unclean, soiled beyond redemption.  Elvin
wailed softly and worked his mouth, sniffling, hiccupping,
looking absolutely miserable.  Naomi finally picked him up
by the waist and set him on wobbly legs.  "Into the corner
with you, young man," she ordered.  "And no rubbing!"
 
Elvin staggered away, his wails increasing again as walking
stretched his sore gluteal muscles.  Tommy, turning his
head, could see the boy's ravaged butt, bright red with dark
red patches at the centers of his buns and blotchy blisters
all over it, also concentrated in the centers of his buns,
but trailing down his crack and concentrated on the lower,
sit spot part of his buns as well.  Elvin stood shaking in
the corner, still bawling, clenching and unclenching both
his butt and his fists.  Tommy felt enormous empathy for the
boy.  Somewhere inside him, he wondered why he hadn't felt
empathy for Chad when he'd been in a similar condition. 
Maybe he would, now.

Naomi looked at Tommy.  "You're disgusting," she said. 
"Don't move!  So help me, if you let his dirt drip on the
bed, I'll make the racking I just gave Elvin look like fun
and games compared to what I'll do to your baby nuts!"

Tommy tried to be as still as possible.  Naomi looked around
the room, spotting the dog on the floor.  "Aha!" she said in
triumph, leaping to her feet.  She scooped the little dog up
and set him by Tommy on the bed.  "I bet he's hungry," she
said.  "He'll clean you up."  The little dog immediately
began trotting in circles around Tommy, sniffing his side,
then his head, then circling around his butt.  His cold nose
touched Tommy's butt hole, sniffed, withdrew.  Tommy almost
jumped as a wet tongue snaked out, began lapping in his butt
crack.  

"Hold still," Naomi said.

"But he'll bite me!"  Tommy protested.

"Only if you move," Naomi said.  "If you move, he'll think
it's a game and bite whatever is sticking out!"  She pointed
at Tommy's still erect, vomit spattered penis.  The dog
began licking the base of Tommy's scrotum excitedly.  The
wet tongue tickled and Tommy fought the urge to laugh,
afraid to move.  Still, his penis waved invitingly in the
air, and the little dog looked up, saw it moving and cocked
his head.  Swiftly, it leaped up Tommy's butt on its front
legs.  Tommy jerked, and his penis began waving wildly.  The
little dog's eyes brightened, and to Tommy's horror, began
snapping at the waving organ, his muzzle just missing it
twice in a row.  Then it lunged, and Tommy saw, as if in
slow motion, the small, toothy mouth turn sideways and snap
closed on his prized organ.  He opened his mouth to scream
in terror, expecting blood to spurt and sharp pain to erupt
at any moment.  And then blackness overtook him, and he
fainted dead away.

  
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