Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 43
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 43:  Chad Goes and Comes

The red door Chad remembered from his previous visit opened,
and a harried looking Zoey Turpin peered out, her face
breaking into a smile when she spied Chad, a smile that made
his groin tingle.  Then her gaze flitted to Gabriel and she
immediately began looking him up and down.  "Nice," she
said.  "Very nice.  A hot little number.  He'll break a lot
of girls' hearts in a few years, a lot of my viewers' hearts
right now.  Got that Latin thing going with the dark hair –
definitely a cutie.  You have good taste, Shad."

"This is my cousin, Gabriel," Chad replied.  "I filled him
in on what to expect – you know, with filming and all.  He's
cool with whatever you want to do."

"Really?  You're ready for anything, Gabardine?" Zoey said,
raising an eyebrow.

"It's Gabriel," Gabriel said.  "And yeah, I'm ready."

"Great.  I'll have everything together in a minute, Chet,"
Zoey said cheerily as she motioned them in.  "Then we'll go
out on location and meet the girls."

"Location?" Gabriel asked.

"Girls?" Chad said more quietly at the same time.

"A nice deserted spot just outside of town – belongs to some
people I know.  Has everything we need."  She led him into a
side room off the hall, configured as a study.  Cameras were
piled on counters, and two computers hummed happily to
themselves, their monitors glowing with screensavers of
growing pipes. "You can read your fan mail while I finish up
getting ready," she said, motioning him and Gabriel to
chairs in front of one monitor.

"Fan mail?" Chad asked.  

"Fan mail, Vlad!  From your last picture!  You and Galahad
might get a kick out of them."

"Gabriel," Gabriel corrected.

"That's what I said, Gallesteil," Zoey replied.  "I've got
to make sure the props are ready.  I saved the interesting
stuff in a Word file.  It's on the desktop of that one." 
She pointed to a computer.  "Just click on that file that
says 'Young Babysitter Email, Shad.'"

She raced out the door.  Chad picked up the mouse and the
screensaver dissolved, revealing the desktop.  He almost
dropped the mouse when he realized that the background
picture was a giant pair of breasts with erect nipples
pointing straight out at him.  "Cooooool!"  Gabriel
breathed, plunking down on a chair by Chad and leaning
toward the screen.  Chad, after his initial shock, scanned
the screen, finding the appropriate file name hovering just
under a humongous right nipple.  He clicked on the file,
which opened as a Word document.  Inside, he found a
collection of email messages in succession.  He began to
read, Gabriel leaning in beside him so he could see them,
also.  They all appeared to be addressed to Barenakedboys
Studios.

"Greetings," the first note read.  "I just had to write and
tell you how much I enjoyed 'The Young Babysitter,'
especially your new star!  What a hottie!  That innocent
face, the babyish look, but what fire!  The way he took
charge of that fat kid, got him by the old cajones, made him
sit up and take notice!  I wanted to squash the whiney fat
bastard's balls myself by that point!  And the final scene,
sheer brilliance!  The little guy's innocence while he's
doing the deed is priceless.  Please tell me he'll be back!"

"What does he mean, 'doing the deed?'" Gabriel asked.  Chad
had explained on the way over about Zoey filming him
spanking Efram, but he'd left out the details of the bedroom
scene, mentioning only that Zoey had filmed him in bed
later, as if going to sleep, with his lower half naked.

"Later," Chad said, scrolling down.  "I'm reading."

"Wowser," the next one read.  "That kid's miniature love
missle is perfect!  How about him forcing the fat kid to
give him some oral next time?  Although that wouldn't be
much of a punishment – what boy wouldn't want a precious
little tool like that in his mouth?"

"Kudos!"  read the next line.  "LV UR SP scenes – VRY RL. 
LV KDS w/ Fat Butts! Esp. Gtn SP.  Domin8tr a natrl.  Kute
PKG, LK M Sm.  Mor!

"Esp GTN SP?"  What's that?" Gabriel said, pointing.

Chad puzzled a minute.  "Especially getting spanked, I
think."

"What about that?" Gabriel said, pointing to the last line. 
"Like 'em smart?"

"Small," Chad muttered without thinking, then blushed as
Gabriel grinned at him and he wished he hadn't said
anything.  He looked away and scrolled down.

"How come no butt shot of the cute little guy?" the next one
read.  "I bet his hole's as tight as the pee slit in that
lovely little cock of his!  Where to do you get these guys?
Wherever they come from, I want to order a dozen!"

"I CAME IN MY PANTS!!!!!" The next message screamed. 
"COULDN'T GET THEM OFF IN TIME WHEN THE FANTASY SCENE
STARTED!  DO A LITTLE MORE BUILDUP, OR GIVE A GUY SOME
WARNING NEXT TIME!"

"Why would he care if he came in his pants?" Gabriel said. 
"I know it feels better out in the open, but…oh, right," he
subsided.  "I forgot about the mess."

"Jus 'cause you don't wet cum," Chad muttered, the wished he
hadn't when Gabriel looked away.  

"As a female dominatrix, I've always been ho-hum about m/m
spanking," the next one read.  "Love to see the guys get it,
but really prefer a woman in the dominant role.  It's the
way things should be.  But 'The Young Babysitter' pushed all
my buttons!  Maybe it was because he didn't look all that
masculine himself with that small package and no hair on
him.  I loved that he was barely older and just as poorly
hung as his charge, but took control masterfully, went right
for the jewels.  And that genital contrast you did at the
end, where you flipped back and forth between the
submissive's little package and the dominator's barely
bigger one – the one being crushed, the other stimulated --
priceless!!  And where did you get the idea to pair the
pulsing cock of our hero with the pain-driven butt
contractions of the sub, so it was like he was mentally
fucking his charge while spanking him?  My hat is off to
you.  Can't wait to see more of the little guy!  But please,
please have strong female type work him over next time."

"Why was your peter pulsing?" Gabriel asked.  "You got off
spanking the fat kid?"

"I jerked off in the bed afterward, okay?" Chad said
impatiently, not looking at Gabriel.  "I wasn't going to,
but she talked me into it!"

"Oh," said Gabriel.  "Is that all?  I could do that."

Still flushed, Chad turned back to the screen.  He read the
next entry.

"More, MORE, MMOORREE!!" it read.  "Got to show us his butt
next time, though – we never saw it at all in this one!  If
it's as cute as his cock, I'll die happy!  And bare naked
shots of his whole body, please!"

"They seem to like you," Gabriel said mildly.

"Loved him!" the next one read, as if in reply to Gabriel. 
"How short is his willy, 5 cm?  I love the short, immature
little tykes!  I was mesmerized wondering if his hand was
going to slip off it!  Loved the backwards hand position he
uses – so like a tyke!  And the hint of his bum between his
legs?  Tally HO!"

"They seem to like your butt," Gabriel said.  "Bet they'd
like mine better, it's cuter."

"Shut up," Chad said.

"More of the young babysitter, please!" the next one said. 
"I got 4 of my mates to sign up just by showing them your
video.  Please, we need to see all of him!  Close up!  And
why not foot shots?  I love boyfeet – the curve of the arch,
the sensitive instep, the cute little toes.  Maybe have the
fat kid lick his feet next time as an additional
punishment!"

"Lick your feet?" Gabriel said.  "Hope I don't have to do
that.  Course, it's probably not any worse than sucking your
peter.  At least you don't pee with your feet."

The next one pulled Chad up short.  "God, I want to whip
that little putz!  Give him a dose of his own medicine! 
Yank his dinky dick until he squeals, squeeze those baby
balls!  Then paddle his bum nice and slow, so he knows what
that poor fat kid felt!  Please, promise me next time it'll
be his bum that gets it!  How about you let the fat kid have
his revenge?  Maybe Mummy comes home, sees what the
babysitter has done, and lets junior turn the tables on him,
blister his bum but good!  I'd love to see fatty play with
that tiny dick of his afterward, too!  Fat kidz rule!"

"No way," Chad muttered.  "I don't care how much money she
promises me, I'm not letting Efram spank me.  He'd kill me
just to get even."

"Efram?" Gabriel said.  "Is he the fat kid?  Did you really
blister him?  And crush his balls?"

"Yeah," Chad said.  "Yeah, yeah, and yeah.  But he deserved
it after what he did and what he said to me."

"Oh?"  Gabriel said.  "You told me he stole a big pile of
money from his mother and blew it on video games.  But what
did he say to you."

Chad flushed, remembering Efram calling him a "faggy little
queer," and how enraged he'd gotten at the time.  "It
doesn't matter now," he said.  He focused on the next
letter.  It felt weird reading them—like he wanted to know
what they thought, but he felt odd reading what strangers
thought about his private parts, and about people wanting to
look at his butt and stuff.  And it felt odder reading the
scenarios they wanted to see next.

"U RULE, BARENAKEDBOYS!" the next one read.  "U R da BOM! 
BST FLIK EVR!  MOR UV DA KID!

The next surprised Chad.

"Dear Madam," it read.  "I was greatly disturbed by your
short film, 'The Young Babysitter.'  I cannot stand idly by
while scum like you corrupt the innocence of young boys like
the two in that film.  My heart went out to the chubby young
man who was so severely punished in your film by your
protagonist – the beating his bottom took, which was
obviously real, was heartless and cruel.  The poor fellow
must not have been able to sit down for a week!  And having
your protagonist assault his genitals while administering it
was worse.  No boy should suffer the indignity and pain of a
bare bottom paddling – such a punishment so close to the
genitals is bound to scar him for life.  But compounding
that by gripping his genitals and then squeezing!  And then
to catch such a punishment on film, so that his shame is
shared with others, that's unconscionable.  No wonder the
poor lad is so overweight that his penis is almost invisible
– his psychological devastation from the beatings of his
bottom and the attack on his sensitive testes must be
overwhelming.  The unfortunate lad administering the beating
must also have been scarred for life by being forced to such
a sadistic turn.  Imagine how a boy must feel being ordered
to crush another boy's jewels."

"Didn't bother me when I did Tommy's," Gabriel said.  "It
was kind of fun, actually."

"Quiet," Chad said.  He read on.

"As to your final scene, I was thoroughly appalled!  I
realize most young boys masturbate, but their masturbatory
activities should be a private affair, not fodder for every
pedophile to drool over!  And the fact that you used a boy
this physically immature, barely into puberty, not a hair on
him, not even able to ejaculate clearly shows it's
pedophiles you're trying to incite with this rubbish."

"Harsh," Gabriel commented.  He paused, then looked at Chad
quizzically.  "Hey, wait a minute – you can so squirt!"

"I couldn't then," Chad said quietly.  "I didn't have my
ring then, either."  He wondered, briefly, what Zoey would
say when she saw his new phallic jewelry, and then scrolled
down to see the rest of the letter.

"Well, if that's what you're after, it worked," the letter
continued.  "I shot 6 feet while stroking to this, swear to
God!  Just kidding with the first part – Ha ha!  Please post
more of this little piece ASAP!  Perhaps the chubby kid
could take him up the rump next time?"

"I don't get it," Gabriel said.  "Was she mad, or did she
like it?"

"I think it's a he," Chad said.  He pointed to the section
about shooting 6 feet.

"Oh," Gabriel said.  "Like you and Tommy do." He looked
thoughtful.  "Can someone really do that?"  he asked. "Shoot
six feet, I mean.  'Cause Tommy's stuff barely made it out
of the end of his dick in the yard yesterday." 

"Maybe bigger guys shoot farther," Chad suggested.  He
scrolled down quickly, uncomfortable with the reference to
him taking it up the rump, and with Gabriel's other
questions as well.

"Am 12 year boy," the next one read.  "Where I get baby sit
job like that?  Like spank boy, but girl okay too.  Like
bare ass on fat boy.  Please let see bare ass on boy who
spank next time.  Like fat ass, but like thin ass, too. 
Like spank both boy.  Do it hard.  Like make asses red, like
make them cry.  Live Moscow, speak some English.  Would like
be in movie.  Okay to fuck butt, too."

"Does he mean he likes to do it or have it done to him?"
Gabriel asked.

"Maybe both," Chad muttered.

"About time some of the boys got it!" the next one read. 
"I'm sick of films of fat ugly guys beating cute girls'
butts and then making them suck them off.  Loved seeing a
boy get it for a change!  (Although little Mr. Chubby was
barely a boy, if you know what I mean!  Talk about your
teeny weenies!)"  

Gabriel snickered, pointing to that last line.  "How small
was his dick, anyway?" he asked.  "I mean, if it was even
smaller than yours or mine…"  He trailed off.  Chad didn't
answer, merely scrolling down to see the rest of the letter.

"Loved it that you let Cute Stuff work him over until he had
blisters on his fat bottom," it continued.  "I never did
like fat kids!  Their dicks look too much like outie belly
buttons!  Fat kids should be spanked daily until they lose
that extra weight!  How about you let Cute Stuff work over a
bigger, more sexually mature boy next time, one with a full
bush and some hairs on his butt!  Maybe an older brother,
younger brother thing, where the domineering aunt forces the
older brother to submit to the younger one to take him down
a peg! You can finish the scene by having the aunt take the
older boy by the hair and force him to his knees, then order
Cute Stuff to drop his pants, so his brother can commit oral
on his younger brother's hard little baby cock! I'm getting
wet just thinking about it!"  It was signed, "Football
Girl."  

"Cute Stuff?"  Gabriel said.  "I wonder what she'd think of
me?  And what does she mean about getting wet?  Like
sweating or something?"

Chad shrugged and prepared to scroll to the next letter. 
"If you go through with this and don't chicken out, we'll
probably find out what they think of you."

"I wish my peter was bigger," Gabriel said.  "Like that
friend of yours from school, the one who got whipped with
the nettles!  I wish mine was big like that!  I bet you do,
too!"

Chad was bothered by the continuous references to the
smallness and cuteness of his penis.  He didn't want his
penis to be cute.  He wanted it to be powerful, and
threatening.  He scrolled down to the final letter in the
file.  This one had an air of seriousness about it, and the
sender line was "Boysmoviesonparade.ru."  Chad guessed the
".ru" stood for Russia.  He began reading.

"Thanks, chief, for The Young Babysitter.  You got more hits
on it the first week then all of your other movies combined,
and your hits made up more than half of the total hits on
our site last week.  I've deposited a substantial bonus for
you in the blind account.  I can promise you considerably
more if you can get your star back for another round.  Make
sure he shows the whole package, front and back, this time -
- got to give the viewers what they want!  Anal, too, if you
can work it and it doesn't scare him off.  And try to find a
costar to pair with him, one who is a bit more ethnic --
some of our viewers prefer dark meat.  I suggest a year or
two younger, and obviously black or Latino.  I think, next
round, we should present him as a bottom rather than a top. 
I've got a scenario in mind, I'll send you an outline by
separate post.  Don't lose this little guy, he's developing
a following."

"What does he mean by 'present him as a bottom rather than a
top?'"  Gabriel asked.

Chad racked his brain, trying to remember what Karen had
said about Jesse Saturday morning.  "He's a bottom, not a
top.  He'd rather suck than be sucked," that's what she'd
said.  Or something like that.  "I think a bottom is someone
who lets other people do stuff to him 'cause he likes it,"
he said.  "You know, they kind of get off on being yanked
around."

"So, what?  He wants you to get spanked rather than give the
spanking next time?"  Gabriel asked.

"I hope that's all," Chad said.  He pointed to the word
"anal."

"What else could it be…" Gabriel had began, but his voice
trailed off.  "Oh.  Like in anus." he said abruptly.  The
two boys looked at each other, frowning.  Then Gabriel
brightened again.  "I've taken it up the chute before for
nothin'," he said.  "And you got punished that way – Beth
said so!  Doing it for money shouldn't be a big deal. 
Except for my owie.  But I'll do it if we get a bonus."

"Maybe we won't have to," Chad said, not all that reassured. 
Having things shoved up his butt had hurt – he wasn't
looking forward to it happening again any time soon.  Zoey
came breezing into the room, making all the oxygen in the
room appear to converge on her.   

"Ride's here," she said.  "Hurry up, guys!  We're wasting
daylight!  All the stuff's loaded already!"

"What do we have to do," Chad asked.  "I mean, what's this
one about?"

"Do we have to take it up the butt?" Gabriel burst out. 
"Because I'm hurt there – I've got a scab!"

"Really?" Zoey said, looking interested.  "I can work that
into the plot, Giribaldi!  And don't worry – you don't have
to take anything up your butt today!  Your costars are going
to be girls, and they don't have anything to stick up there! 
You don't mind us looking, though, do you?"  She didn't wait
for an answer, turning and heading for the door.  "Anyway,
I'm feeling generous, so if you don't give me any trouble
about anything I'll double what I pay you -- $200 for you,
Chan, and $100 for your pal Geritol!  Now how does that
sound?  Pretty good, I'll bet!  Come on, Chet!  We've got a
movie to make!"

Shortly thereafter, Chad found himself fighting car sickness
as they bumped up a rutted road in the hills somewhere
outside of town.  He was glad he trusted Zoey, because he
was thoroughly lost, and they looked to be in the middle of
nowhere.  Truly in the middle of nowhere, as in no houses,
no power lines, and no sign of anything except brush and
trees on either side of the single lane road as they
followed the twisted track around hills and into valleys
beyond, followed by more hills and more valleys.  Gabriel
was packed in beside him next to mounds of camera equipment,
looking slightly green.  Just as Chad was wondering if one
or the other of them was going to become seriously sick,
Zoey rounded a corner and pulled into a clearing next to a
ramshackle collection of buildings.  And old truck sat ahead
of them in the drive.  It looked like derelict, but as Chad
and Gabriel staggered out and tried to regain their
bearings, Chad noted that heat was radiating from the
vehicle and it was making the satisfied ticking noises that
cooling engines always make.  In addition, a fire was
burning merrily under a huge iron kettle on a tripod at the
edge of the yard.  Female voices could be heard in the
distance as Zoey began assembling equipment.  From out of
the house her taciturn mother appeared, letting the door
slam behind her as she wordlessly stepped around the boys
and began helping Zoey.

Chad and Gabriel looked around themselves, their curiosity
returning as their stomachs stopped threatening to rebel.  A
rustic, weatherbeaten cabin sat on one side of the clearing,
with several large and small sheds around it.  A small
stream could be seen winding close past the building on the
other side of the clearing, and somewhere not far away the
tinkling sounds of a small waterfall were evident, playing
counterpoint with the faint feminine voices they'd heard as
soon as they got out.  The voices sounded louder now,
apparently coming closer.  Chad looked up as 3 figures
rounded the corner of a larger shed.  They resolved into a
tall, gangly-looking teen boy who appeared to be about 15 or
16 and two shorter girls, one slightly taller than Chad and
clearly older, and one just a bit shorter and apparently
about his brother Tommy's age.  They were light-skinned
blondes, both of them, with long, loose, flowing hair, and,
as they approached, sparkling blue eyes that were perfectly
matched.  The older girl had the beginnings of curves
including small, pert, jutting breasts and rounded hips. 
Her sister was more boyish, with a straight figure and just
the hint of bumps on her chest that may have been all
training bra rather than parts of her own body.  The three
approached until they were a few feet away from Chad and
Gabriel and then stopped, the kids all eyeing each other
awkwardly.

Zoey put down a tripod and straightened up.  "Let me make
the introductions," she said.  "Vlad, Galahad, this is
Courtney, Lance, and Missy."

"Cassidy," the older girl said, reaching out to shake Chad's
hand.  "And they're Lynch and Mindy."

"Chad," Chad replied.  "This is Gabriel."  Zoey had turned
away, apparently oblivious to their corrections.  He
continued gripping her hand self-consciously, not sure what
else to say.  She seemed more confident, finally gently
untangling her hand from his.  There was something
unsettling in her eyes.  Zoey turned back to them, holding a
stack of cloth.  

"You and Galbreath need to get in costume."  She shoved the
pile at Chad.  "Some of these should fit you guys – there's
undies, t-shirts, and pants there, and I've got several
sizes of everything.  Just put on what fits.  No socks or
shoes, you guys are supposed to be poor and barefoot."

Chad glanced around.  The two girls and the older boy were
standing to one side, still studying them.  Gabriel voiced
his concern.  "Where do we change?" he asked Zoey, who had
turned back to her equipment.

"Change?" she asked abstractly.  She flapped her hand at
them.  "Oh, anywhere, I guess.  Here is fine.  Hurry up,
we're burning daylight."

"But…" Gabriel said.

"He's got a point," Cassidy said.  "If we're going to method
act this, we've got to keep it real – make everything that
comes more of a surprise.  You get jaded once you've see all
a boy has and it kills the reaction."  She looked around. 
"Go change in that shed," she said, pointing to a
delapitated shed nearby.

Chad and Gabriel headed into the small building, dragging
the sagging door around behind them.  Inside, holes in the
roof were so extensive that they felt like they out in the
open, but the walls seemed solid enough.  The open roof
meant that there were little dust inside – the floor was
weathered but rain-washed.  Chad spread the clothing out on
it and he and Gabriel looked at the collection.

There were 4 pairs of boys' briefs, all well-worn.  The
first pair was too small even for Gabriel – they would have
fit a 7-year-old comfortably.  The next pair looked his
size, and the pair after that looked to fit Chad.  The last
pair was an adult small, suitable for a mid teen perhaps,
but they would have fallen off of Chad or Gabriel had they
tried them on. Gabriel picked up the pair his size and
looked at them dubiously.  They looked clean, but were
threadbare in the rear, so threadbare that his hand could be
seen through the cloth.  He poked his finger through a small
hole that would be in the middle of his left butt cheek when
he put them on.  Chad looked at the pair that was his size
more carefully.  It actually had two small holes in it, one
low in the center of the back, the other, slightly bigger,
where the fly opening was.  Looking at it, he realized, that
from the right angle, the curves of that side of his penis
would be visible through it.  

Chad's eyes caught something else.  There was a cut through
the elastic in the centers of both the front and the back–
neat cuts, like cuts made by a scissors, so that only about
¼ of the waistband remained.  "Look at that!" he said,
pointing.  "These are going to split right down the middle
if I even pull them hard!"

Gabriel mutely showed Chad a matching set of cuts on the
underpants he was holding.  A quick look at the other two
pair showed matching cuts, as did all four pairs of cut-off
jeans.  The jeans were also almost threadbare, with each
pair sporting small holes in the bottoms that would reveal
underpants underneath.  Examination of the shirts reveals
similar cuts in the neck bands, front and back..

"They want us in clothes that tear easily," Chad said.  

"Why would they want that?" Gabriel asked.

"They probably plan on tearing them, would be my guess.  I'm
betting we're the bottoms of this story," Chad replied.

"Dang!" Gabriel said.  "I was hoping we'd get to strip the
girls or something."

"Don't count on it," Chad said.

"Oh, well," Gabriel said.  "We still get paid."He stripped
his shirt off and followed that by shucking his pants and
underwear down, piling them in a mass on the floor.  His
little penis bobbed, half erect, as he pulled on the worn
shirt and bent down to slip on the threadbare underwear.

Chad, still wondering what they'd gotten into, followed suit
more slowly, pulling his shirt off and slipping on the
decrepit one before slowly lowering his pants and
underpants.  He set them by Gabriel's and reached for the
worn underwear he was to wear.  Glancing over, he noticed
Gabriel was openly looking at his genitals.  "You do look
like a button," he said, pointing at Chad's penis.  Chad,
looking down, was a bit dismayed to find that his penis had
pulled its turtle trick, crawling into his groin.  He
remembered Zoey asking, "You don't mind us looking, though,"
in talking about today's filming.  The fragile clothing
confirmed it – he and Gabriel were probably in for some
serious naked time in this one.  He took solace in the fact
that Zoey had said they wouldn't be hurt, but he still
wasn't crazy about these attractive strange girls seeing him
like this.  Would it be too much to hope that they might get
naked, too?

He stuck a foot in each leg hole of the underwear and pulled
it to his crotch, stopping moment to eye his genitals again
before pulling them up.  His penis looked like an elevator
button, right down to the pee-slit that resembled the number
'1'.  Well, he knew how to make it bigger, but… 

He looked up again, hoping Gabriel was looking away, maybe
picking up the other clothes or something.  Instead, Gabriel
was still staring at Chad's crotch in fascination.  "How
come you can get bigger than me and still get so small other
times?" he asked innocently.  "Is it because you don't have
skin off the end like me?"

Chad, wishing Gabriel would look away at least for a moment
so he might stimulate himself at least a little
surreptitiously before he was unveiled for the first time to
the girls, didn't answer.  He hoped Gabriel would lose
interest at his non reply, and made a show of pulling the
fragile underpants up slowly, gently over his genitals,
figuring he could easily finger himself through them as soon
as Gabriel looked away.  Gabriel didn't look away, though,
but continued to stare at Chad with interest even when Chad
had the waistband all the way up and began making a show up
pulling up the slightly too tight pants.

"You know what you should do," Gabriel said suddenly.  "You
should jerk it a little and make it bigger, so the girls
don't think you're a dinky-dick."

Chad reddened.  Was the kid a mind reader or something? 
Well, now he couldn't do it, could he – Gabriel would know
he was ashamed if he did.  He buckled the tight pants and,
with effort, pulled up the worn zipper.  The cut-off jeans
clung to his butt like a second skin, outlining his
masculine curves perfectly and embarrassingly.  

"Let's go earn our money," he said gruffly to Gabriel.  He
left his shoes and socks on the floor by Gabriel's, with his
other clothes and walked to the door.  Gabriel followed. 
"Don't worry about it," Gabriel said as they began dragging
the door open again.  "They probably want you to look like a
little guy, anyway.  They'd probably like it better if you
didn't have those hairs you have, either.  But maybe since
you just have a few it won't matter."

Chad, embarrassed at the reference to his paucity pubic
hairs (exactly 14 as of that morning), didn't look at
Gabriel.  He dragged the door open and he and Gabriel
rejoined the group by the car.

Zoey looked them over as the approached.  "That's it," she
said approvingly.  "The poor as a church mouse look!" 

"Nice butt," Chad thought he heard Mindy say under her
breath after he'd passed her, and he thought he heard Lynch
snicker. He wondered if it was his imagination.

"Okay, we're almost ready," Zoey added.  "Let me lay out the
scene for all of you, then we'll just method act it after
that – you folks know me, I like to just let what happens
happen.  You girls are my mom's beloved, spoiled nieces,
full of yourself, adventurous, a bit wild.  Lace, you're her
son, just a bit simple, always obey your mom, highly
protective of the nieces.  You're just a bit part, really –
the younger kids carry most of it.  You guys all live here
in the backwoods.  You've already checked out the layout, so
you can act like you know what's what and where's where." 
She turned to Chad and Gabriel.

"You guys are the orphan kids they've just taken in.  You're
brothers, but with different fathers, mother a user who died
of an overdose."

"Mine's actually in jail," Gabriel chimed in.

"Hey, that'll work, too," Zoey said.  "So it's the late
1950's.  Your mom is in jail, and your aunt told authorities
she'd take you in as her 'beloved nephews.'  But she really
just wants slave labor for her farm.  She hates men – Litch
here was a produce of rape."

"Lynch," Lynch chimed in.  Zoey ignored him.

"So in the opening," Zoey continued.  "you'll get in the
truck and we'll do the shot of you being brought home for
the first time by your aunt."  She hooked a finger at her
mother, who looked at the boys stone faced.  "You're hopeful
you're about to have a better life, you don't yet suspect
anything about the setup.  You'll each have a bag that
you're carrying – they're in the truck already.  The bags
are your whole life – a change of clothes or two, a few
pitiful toys, a picture of your ma, stuff like that."

Behind them, Zoey's mother was starting the more modern car,
backing it around the corner out of sight.  She came walking
back moments later and headed for the old truck.

"Then what?" Gabriel asked.

"Then you just stay in character.  Act like you're really
orphans and this is really going to be your home, and you
have no alternatives.  React to what happens like you'd
react.  The girls and Lurch have already been briefed –
they'll know what to do.  If I tell you too much in advance,
your reactions won't be genuine.  You guys just react as
things unfold.  Remember you're getting paid handsomely, and
I won't let anyone hurt you for real – you're my stars."

She bundled Chad and Gabriel in the truck next to Joey's
mother, who said nothing, just looked at them and started
the old truck.  "Remember," Zoey said, leaning into the door
and handing them each the duffels that had been on the
floor.  "You think you're going to a new family, and these
duffels are your only possessions.  From this point on,
you're your characters.  Act like they'd act.  I'll try not
to stop the camera, but I may shout an instruction now and
then.  Lurch and my mom may pick up a camera now and then
and film, too, to get multiple angles.  Just pretend the
cameras and the camera people aren't there – only the people
you're interacting with are out there,"  she said, waving
vaguely at the girls.

She slammed the truck door. Zoey's mother revved the old
truck engine, popping the clutch and backing it out of the
clearing and around the corner.  She looked grimly at the
boys.  "I don't care what Zoey promised," she said through
her teeth.  "I don't mind hurting you at all if you fuck
this up.  That means you stay in character and you give the
parts all you've got, and we'll get along just fine. 
Otherwise…"

She revved the engine, shifted into first gear, and roared
forward again, into the clearing.  Only Zoey was there now,
her face behind a large video camera on a tripod, moving
smoothly with them as they drove up.  Her mother shut off
the truck engine.  "Out, you lot," she said curtly and
loudly as she exited her side of the truck.  Chad and
Gabriel tumbled out the other side, duffels slung over their
shoulders, standing uncertainly by the truck.  They looked
up as the door on the house banged and the other three
children sauntered out and came over to stand across from
Chad and Gabriel, looking them up and down. Zoey was filming
their approach now, the camera off of Chad and Gabriel. 
Lynch looked bored, Mindy excited, and Cassidy –

Cassidy looked very much like a large cat examining a small
rabbit, deciding which part to devour first.  As she neared
the boys with Mindy beside her, each girl squared up with
the boy nearest her age.  Cassidy's eyes went up and down
Chad's body, as Mindy did the same with Gabriel.  Both
girls' gazes lingered visibly on the boys' crotches before
rising to look them in the eyes with visible satisfaction. 
Cassidy licked her lips and smiled.  Despite the fact it was
all play acting, Chad felt himself growing apprehensive.  He
felt Gabriel shift uncomfortably next to him.

Zoey's mother stepped forward.  "Stand back!  Don't touch
them yet!" she snapped.  "Who knows what dirt and diseases
they've brought from that heathen place!"  She turned and
looked at Lynch.  "Is the water ready, son?" she asked.

Lynch sauntered to the pot and dipped a hand in, withdrawing
it quickly in discomfort.  "Nice and hot, ma," he reported,
making a show of sucking on his fingers.

"Good," Zoey's mother responded, completely in the hillbilly
matron character.  She turned to Chad and Gabriel.  "First
thing we do is get rid of that garbage," she said, yanking
the bags off their shoulders roughly, spinning both boys
around as she did.  Chad staggered and Gabriel fell onto his
butt.  Turning, she tossed both bags into the fire, where
the dry cloth instantly began to flame.  Chad stared.

"REACT!" Zoey screamed.  "SHE'S JUST THROWN EVERYTHING YOU
OWN INTO THE FIRE!"

Chad started belatedly.  "Oh," he said.  "Sorry."  He looked
at the fire and tried to get into character.  Suppose all
his stuff was burning.  He screwed his face up in surprise. 
"HEY!" he squealed, letting his voice rise an octave.  "MY
STUFF!"

Beside him, Gabriel staggered forward, reaching helplessly
toward the fire and then backing off from the heat. 
Imitating him, Chad tried for a strap of the bag that was
projecting from the fire, but Zoey's mother shoved both of
them backward roughly into a pile.  It looked more vicious
than it was, but she wasn't gentle and the rocks Chad's butt
landed on stung through the thin clothing.  She turned to
address them.

"Stand at attention, brats!" she ordered.  Struggling, both
boys got up and stood in some sort of approximation of
attention.  Her voice was so threatening that Chad felt his
heart racing, and Gabriel looked about to cry.  "This is
your home from now on.  You will address me as 'Mistress.' 
My son you will address as 'Master,' and each of my nieces
you will address as 'Young Mistress.'"  

She fixed them with a steely glare.  "You had names before,
but forget them," she continued.  "We will call you whatever
we please.  For the moment, I will refer to you collectively
as 'The Brats.'  We will decide on more appropriate names
for you in a bit."

She studied them like they were worms in her apple.  Chad
and Gabriel, fully caught up in the scenario now, shrank
under her gaze.  They weren't even aware of Zoey filming
them in close up mode.

Her mother focused her attention on Chad.  "When did you
last have a thorough scrubbing, boy?" she barked.  

Chad jumped at the suddenness and loudness of her question
from only a few inches from his face.

"Ummm,…before we left," he managed.

"Hah!"  Mrs. Turpin shrilled.  "I'm not talking about
washing yourselves like you heathen boys, sitting in the
water and splashing and then saying you're done.  When was
the last time a responsible adult gave you a good
scrubbing!"

"Uhhhh," Chad responded, unable to think of anything.  Play
acting or not, the woman unnerved him.  She moved around
behind the two.  Chad and Gabriel tried to follow her
movements.  "Eyes front!" she snapped.  Both boys turned
their heads guiltily back forward, where the two girls were
watching with open smirks.

"Well, we'll fix that first!" Mrs. Turpin suddenly said from
behind them.  At the same time, both boys each felt a hand
suddenly grip their shirts by the back of the neckband and
yank.  With a ripping sound, both shirts split down the
front all the way, and she was able to yank them backwards
off the boy's arms with no trouble, knocking them both on
their asses on the sharp rocks again.  

"Hey!" Gabriel complained from the ground.  Mrs. Turpin
ignored them, stepping to the fire and throwing the shirts
in it.  She stalked toward Gabriel.  As she approached, he
began scuttling backward on his butt, trying to escape.  She
closed the gap instantly, though, her fingers digging into
the front of his pants, her thumb closing on the outside as
she yanked him to his feet.  Circling his bare upper torso
with her left arm and squeezing him tightly, she pulled down
powerfully with her right, and the pants and underpants
fabric parted neatly down the middle as well.  She yanked
the remnants off his legs, sending him tumbling backwards on
the sharp rocks, this time landing on his bare butt. 
Turning, she flung his ruined clothing toward the fire,
where Lynch shoved it in with his toe.  Gabriel reacted to
the pain of the rocks poking his butt, then leapt to his
feat, realized he was stark naked, and clapped both hands
over his genitals, turning so his butt wasn't facing the
girls.  

Mrs. Turpin now turned to Chad, frozen on the ground.  Only
when she reached for him did it dawn on him he was next.  He
was yanked in the air and squeezed like a vice, then with a
"riiiiiippp!" his pants and underpants also departed, the
sun suddenly beating warm on his now bared butt and his
genitals feeling open and helpless.  Him she lifted
completely off the ground to pull the pieces of his clothing
off him and then he was also deposited on the ground where,
after a moment of immobility under the riveting eyes of the
girls, he also clapped hands over his genitals.  

There was a sharp silence following these actions.  Gabriel
and Chad stood, half crouched, both with hands clutched over
their genitals and every stitch of their skin exposed.  The
air was a bit too cool and they began shivering almost
immediately.  The girls stood opposite them, grinning. 
Lance smirked the superior smirk of a boy who's clothed when
other boys being forced to be naked, and who's gotten a
chance to size up the others boys' dicks and knows he has
the biggest one by far.  Mrs. Turpin looked at the two boys
with disapproval.  Chad shrank, feeling very small and
vulnerable in the open clearing.  Gabriel, beside him,
looked just as disconcerted.

"Stand at attention," Mrs. Turpin spat.  Walking over by the
kettle, she picked up a short, black, flexible object from
the ground, with her right hand and struck that against her
left experimentally.  The object flexed as it smacked
against her other palm.  "This is a riding crop," she said
loudly.  "It's good for dealing with horse's asses.  If you
want to be horse's asses, I'll use it to deal with you, too. 
Now I believe I said to stand at attention!"  

Chad and Gabriel looked at her with alarm, still clutching
their genitals in a half crouch.  She walked behind the two
semi-crouched boys.  There were two quick snapping sounds,
and a line of fire suddenly crossed Chad's bare butt, making
him straighten involuntarily, arch his back, and reach back
to clutch his suddenly stinging bottom.  On his right,
Gabriel had let out a little yelp and was doing the same,
protection of his genitals forgotten.  The initial sting
faded quickly, and Chad realized that Mrs. Turpin had
actually checked her swing at the last second, giving the
appearance of striking them sharply without causing much
injury.  Still, it stung, and he didn't have to work hard to
telegraph extreme discomfort, squeezing his buns together
tightly, while putting on a pained expression.  

Meanwhile, the two girls were staring with unfeigned
interest at the boys' now bared genitals, eyes shifting from
Chad's crotch to Gabriel's and then back to Chad's, as if
comparing the two.  Maybe their critical amusement was all
play acting on their part, but Chad still withered under
their contemptuous gaze.  He glanced down, discovering to
his dismay that as he had feared, his penis was still a
button, with his balls drawn it in tightly underneath it. 
Glancing sideways at Gabriel, he discover that Gabriel's
penis had also shrunk, but at least was hanging down an inch
like a little finger, the foreskin coming to a point.  He
stole a glance at the two girls.  Mindy was smiling at
Gabriel's dangling member.  Cassidy was trying to suppress a
giggle, her eyes glued to his own crotch.  She was laughing
at him!  Laughing at how small his cock and balls were!  He
wished, belatedly, that he'd gone ahead and made himself
bigger, before leaving the shack.  Why he cared the Gabriel
was watching?

Mrs. Turpin had come back around of the front of them again. 
"Rule number one!"  She barked.  "You brats are not to touch
your peckers from now on without permission from me or my
son or one of my nieces.  I will not have you playing with
yourselves like a pair of monkeys in a zoo!  Besides, I am
aware that touching your peckers gives you brats great
pleasure, and pleasure is not something you are allowed
unless we grant it!"  She eyed both of the boy's crotches
openly.  "Although it looks like neither of you have much to
touch.  Especially you, brat!"  She waved the end of the
riding crop in the direction of Chad's button penis.  A
glint of metal caught her eye.  "What's this I see!"  she
snapped, striding to Chad.  She took the end of the crop,
and caught the projecting tip of Chad's penis with it (not
an easy thing, given that it projected only a bit more than
a quarter of an inch at the moment), pushing it against his
belly.  The underside of Chad's penis tip was revealed, the
gnarled skin with its bright ring glittering in the
sunlight.  The two girls and Lynch looked at it with
surprise and a touch of respect, an expression that Zoey
caught with her camera before zooming in on Chad's crotch.

"Just the sort of thing I would expect from a slut like your
mother!"  Mrs. Turpin exclaimed.  "Only she would think to
put heathen jewelry on her brats' peckers!  I suppose you
have one too under your foreskin!"  she said, turning to
Gabriel.  She removed her crop from Chad's penis and used it
to lift Gabriel's droopy little member, revealing nothing,
of course, not even a bump under the foreskin where a ring
would be.

"Uhh, I didn't get mine yet," Gabriel gasped.  "Our mother
said that I was too young," he added.  Chad marveled at how
well Gabriel had gotten into his role, remembering to say
"our mother."  Mrs. Turpin turned to Cassidy.

"Remove that heathen thing from this brat's pecker. 
Immediately!"  she ordered.  Cassidy stepped forward and
squatted in front of Chad, pressing one hand against his
stomach to grip the tip of his penis, and expertly unclasped
the ring with the other.  Probably used to handling her own
earrings, Chad realized.  Her touch felt good, and his penis
twitched, but she let go of him immediately, handing the
ring to Mrs. Turpin.  She glared down at Chad.  "I should've
had her just rip it out," she snarled.  "But I don't want to
have to deal with the blood and the risk of infection."  She
slipped Chad's penis ring into her pocket, walking around
behind the boys.  Chad tried to turn his head to follow her. 
"Eyes front!"  she snapped.  She prodded Chad's hands with
the riding crop.  "Rule two!  You brats are not to touch
your butts without permission, either, and especially not
the holes in your butts!  I know the kind of dirty games you
boys play, playing with your holes and sticking your fingers
up them!  You will not be playing such games while you're
under my care!  Let go of your dirty butts this instant!  If
they need handling, the girls will do it."

Almost jumping out of his skin, Chad let go of his butt, his
arms dangling at his sides uselessly.  Next to him, Gabriel
muttered something.

"What was that, brat?"  Mrs. Turpin, snapped.  "When you
address me, you will speak loudly enough to hear or suffer
the consequences!"

"It's not dirty!"  Gabriel squealed.  "My bottom!  It's not
dirty!"

"Is that so?"  Mrs. Turpin said contemptuously.  "So tell me
something, brat!  What do you shit out of?  Do you shit out
of your mouth?  Or out of your ear?  Or does your shit
somehow just evaporate out of you without a trace?"  She
glared at Gabriel.  Gabriel shrank away from her.  "I asked
you a question, brat!"  Mrs. Turpin said.  She raised the
riding crop.  "When I asked to a question you answer it!"

"My bottom," Gabriel said timidly.

"Your bottom?"  Mrs. Turpin snapped.  "Your entire bottom?" 
She raised the crop higher.  Gabriel flinched.  "When I ask
you a question, I expect an exact answer directly addressing
my question.  I don't expect evasions!  Now, what do you
shit out of?"

"My butt hole?"  Gabriel ventured.

Mrs. Turpin lowered the riding crop.  "That's better," she
said.  "So you shit out of your butt hole, and your butt
hole is it in your butt, is it not?  And you brats are so
stupid that it's obvious you can't be trusted even to wipe
your own butt holes!  So of course, your butts are dirty,
and you will keep your hands away from them, or you'll feel
my riding crop on them!  Is that clear?"

Chad and Gabriel both nodded solemnly.  Mrs. Turpin turned
to Gabriel.  "For talking back to me, you will have to be
taught a lesson!  Got to nip insubordination in the bud. 
Son, come over here!"  She ordered.

Lynch swaggered over to Gabriel, grinning.  "Take this brat
to the shed and teach him a lesson about brats and their
butt holes!"  Mrs. Turpin snapped.  "You needn't be gentle!" 
Lynch gripped Gabriel's arm and began dragging him toward
the shed, Gabriel looking suitably fearful.

"Cut!"  Zoey said, stopping the camera.  "Everyone stay in
character!  Great job, Chet and Galastiel!  Keep acting like
frightened little boys!  Nice acting, girls!  You made it
look like you were fascinated by their bodies -- I would've
believed these were the first naked boys you'd seen!"

"Well, I can't speak for Cassidy," Mindy said, "but they're
the first naked boys I've seen other than my little brother
and my dad!"  She looked over at Chad.  "I didn't realize
your thingy could get so little!  I mean, I knew they shrink
and get big all the time, but my little brother's never gets
that little.  And his comes to a point!"  she said, pointing
at Gabriel, who was still being held by Lynch.

"He's not cut," her older sister said.  "They cut the skin
off of the tips of the dicks of a lot of boys when they're
babies.  He still has his."  Mindy looked at her
reproachfully.  "What?" she asked.  "I'm older than you –
naturally I've seen a bit more than you have.  Some boys are
cut and some aren't – I like them better cut, myself."

Her younger sister fixated Chad's penis a moment, then
Gabriel's.  Chad resisted the urge to turn away from her,
trying to act nonchalant about being nude.  "Well, I like
the thingy on mine better, anyway," Mindy finally said.  "It
makes it look smoother and longer that way!  And I bet it
gets bigger when it's hard!  Your boy's thingy looks like a
nipple on a baby bottle!"

"Chad's just as big as me when he's hard," Gabriel said in
Chad's defense. Chad reddened, wishing they'd all just shut
up.

"No time for comparisons now," Zoey chimed in.  "The fake
blood is in the shed, Lance," she said.  She turned to Chad. 
"I've already got the footage for the rape scene -- we used
Larch's little brother and faked the penetration shots where
you're looking over the kid's butt at him doing his thing. 
Then I intercut it with some rear entry footage of some
peach-skinned little chicken for the tight focus shots. 
They'll never know that the close shots aren't Litch and
Galahad.  You guys get in the shed, and make sure the
screams come where I told you, Lurch.  We'll carry on with
the outside scene with Chap at the same time.  When we're
almost through out here, you guys come back out."  She
turned to Gabriel.  "Lorch will fill you in.  You guys get
out of the shot."

Lynch hustled Gabriel over to the shed where the boys had
changed, dragging the door shut behind them.  Zoey turned
back to Chad.  "Everybody ready?  You just saw your brother
dragged off, you're concerned about him, you're naked in
front of strange people, and you're afraid.  Oh, and the
water isn't as hot as it looks, but make it look hot.
Action!"

Mrs. Turpin turned back to Chad.  "Learn something from his
misfortune," she said.  "Or you'll be next."  Gabriel's
faint squeals of "Nooooo, doooooon't" could be heard in the
background.  She turned to the girls.  "Get the buckets,"
she said.  She marched Chad over by the kettle and stood him
on a flat rock.  The girls had retrieved two buckets, which
they filled, one by one, from the kettle.  Giggling, they
walked to Chad and simultaneously dumped both buckets over
his head.  The water was actually uncomfortably hot, so Chad
did not have to act much to project he idea it was scalding. 
He hunched into himself, like a boy whose skin was being
parboiled.  The girls sat the buckets down and from
somewhere procured two bars of coarse soap, which they began
gleefully rubbing on each side of him, starting with his
neck and working down his body.  He cringed inwardly as they
reached his waist, willing them to bypass his genitals and
his butt, but both girls immediately began soaping the
latter, taking turns diving their soap into his crack and
trailing their fingers across his anus as they did.  Over
and over they soaped his butt, tickling his anus and the
area below it, making his penis twitch and then begin to
rise until it was pointing slightly above horizontal,
begging to be touched.  The girls continued teasing his
butt, each with one hand circling his stomach to steady him
as Cassidy ministered to his left bun with her right hand,
and Mindy dealt with his right bun with her left.  For what
seemed like minutes to Chad, the two girls gleefully handled
his butt, their fingers pushing more insistently on his butt
hole each cycle until the lubrication of the soap allowed
them to actually penetrate with each pass, their fingers
slipping in and out of his butt hole as they passed by.  

Finally, Cassidy signaled Mindy and Mindy stopped and took
Cassidy's soap.  As Zoey crouched and aimed the camera
directly at Chad's butt, Cassidy parted his butt crack with
her left hand, lathered her fingers heavily on the soap in
Mindy's hand, poised the tips of her fingers against the
tight line of his orifice, and then plunged her two first
fingers all the way in, circling them busily until she had
lathered the entire inside of his rectum.  This was a
familiar procedure to Chad, actually, as he had been
cleansed rectally in this fashion with each bath for an
entire week when he'd undergone his marathon punishment
session, but that didn't mean he'd grown to like it.  He
tightened his butt in reaction as the soap began burning
inside him, but Cassidy easily held his butt spread and
continued twirling her fingers within him.  The fingers in
his butt felt different than they had a few weeks ago,
though.  They tickled electrically, especially in a certain
spot that felt like it was right behind his penis.  He began
to get that feeling he had started to feel in the last few
weeks since he'd become capable of wet coming, a feeling
that appeared just before he reached orgasm.  The feeling
continued building as she continued to circle her soapy
fingers in him, making his penis head swell and horniness
build up within him.  Just as he thought he might start
spurting right there, she pulled her fingers out and let his
butt crack close again.

Chad sighed with relief and regret at the cessation of the
unsettling mixture of pleasure and pain her fingers had been
giving him.  Cassidy took back her bar of soap, and the two
girls attacked his genital region, taking turns running the
soap in a circle around his genitals, brushing his penis
first one way and in the other as they did, pressing tightly
against his balls as they passed them.  Again, they worked
on his penis for what seemed a long period of time, and the
tickle inside him continued to build, compounded by the
burning in his rectum.  His penis began making little
contractions, accompanied by involuntary squeezing of his
butt, which Zoey dutifully caught with one camera from
behind him, while her mother filmed the girls working on him
from the front.  Again Cassidy passed her soap to Mindy,
this time lathering the palms of her hands.  It was pretty
clear what was coming next, and Chad found himself holding
his breath in heady anticipation.  This, he wanted.  He
didn't care for the moment that he was naked in front of
strange girls who were handling his most intimate parts
while he was being filmed, probably to be drooled over by
some pervs halfway around the world.  He just wanted, needed
this girl's touch.  Sure enough, Cassidy closed her fist
around Chad's erect penis and began masturbating him, the
soap lather providing slick lubrication for her fast-moving
hand.  In moments, despite the fact that he was surrounded
by females he hardly knew, Chad was involuntarily drawing up
on his toes, squeezing his butt mightily, and grunting
loudly and embarrassingly as his penis erupted, spraying a
spatter of clear drops that pattered on the ground alongside
the soap bubbles.

Mrs. Turpin had panned in on Chad's penis tip, catching its
eruption.  Chad, with his sexual ardor quenched now feeling
totally ashamed, settled back on his heels, blushing.  Zoey
came around from behind him and caught the blush on film. 
Only then did Chad realize that for some time, muffled
screaming had been coming from the shed -- Gabriel's
screaming.  For a moment Chad's heart beat wildly as he
wondered if Gabriel was been badly hurt, then he remembered
the discussion about faking the screaming.  Gabriel screams
dropped to a softer moaning, and moments later, the door of
the shed burst open, Lynch dragging a staggering Gabriel
back out into the sunlight.  Gabriel was flushed, a few
tears were running down his cheeks, and as they approached
Chad's heart began pounding again as he saw bright red blood
streaming down the insides of Gabriel's legs and, as he got
closer, smeared on the lower part of his butt cheeks. 
Horror overtook him, until he suddenly remembered the
discussion about fake blood.  By then, Zoey had caught his
expression on tape and had moved on with her camera to zero
in on Gabriel.

After that, the girls quickly rinsed Chad was buckets of
water from the kettle and he was shoved aside and given a
threadbare towel to dry himself by the fire.  Gabriel,
sniffling theatrically (a bit too theatrically, Chad
thought), had his turn on the block.  The fake blood flushed
away with the first buckets dumped on him, and afterward the
procedure went very much as it had with Chad.  The
exceptions were that when the girls went to work on
Gabriel's butt winced elaborately and protested as their
hands trailed across his crack, until Mrs. Turpin, putting
down the camera, stepped into Zoey's shot and threatened to
beat him directly on his butt hole if he didn't shut up, and
this time it was Mindy's turn to first insert her fingers
into the boy's anus, and then to circle his penis with her
small fist, marveling aloud how his foreskin retracted to
reveal a penis head similar to Chad's.  Her vigorous pumping
of his organ soon had the smaller boy arching his back and
yipping as the head of his penis pulsed and he shuddered
through his dry orgasm, Zoey once again filming his butt
contractions while her mother pulled in tightly on his
crotch -- even more tightly than she had on Chad, because
she apparently was not afraid of getting anything on her
camera lens from the younger boy.  The two girls than rinsed
Gabriel as they had Chad, and he was given his own towel to
dry by the fire.

"Cut!"  Zoey said, lowering the camera.  The two girls began
talking at once.

"That was neat!  I didn't think mine would wet cum," Cassidy
said breathlessly.  "He's so small, I mean, and it only has
a few hairs!  Did you see all those drops?  There was a
whole bunch of them!"

"Mine does have a real thingy under all that skin!"  Mindy
exclaimed at the same time.  "It looks just like your guy's
thingy, when you pull the skin back!  They're both the same
size when they're hard!  And they get so stiff!"

Chad and Gabriel, huddled by the fire, both shivering
slightly, both slightly mortified and slightly gratified by
the girls' post mortem.  Chad felt pride at his spray of
droplets, the most he'd ejected since his first eruption on
his sister's bed a few weeks back. He liked that the rather
cute Cassidy had been impressed.  On the other hand, it was
a bit demeaning that she'd assumed he couldn't because of
his size and lack of hair.  

Gabriel, on the other hand, was feeling proud of the
favorable comparison of his penis size to the much older
Chad's organ, but was just a little envious of their
marveling over Chad's liquid output.  He'd be able to wet
cum too, soon, he thought to himself.  He'd just keep
playing with it ever chance he got until it learned!  

Both boys moved closer to the fire.  It was just a hair too
cool to be comfortably naked.  Zoey walked over to them. 
"Nice footage," she said.  "I may have to give you guys an
even bigger bonus if you keep giving 100% like that!  Plus,
a good performance means more chances for stardom in the
future!"  She patted Gabriel on his bare back (both boys had
dried quickly and then covered their butts and genitals with
their towels).  "So what did Larch do to make you scream
like that?  Even though I knew it wasn't happening, I'd have
believed he was giving it to you up the old rear entrance!"

Gabriel smiled wanly.  "I had him squeeze my balls," he
said.  "A little.  I figured if he did it just a little bit,
I'd be able to scream convincingly.  But he did it a little
bit too hard, so it was sort of real, I guess."

"Hey, anything for the camera," Zoey said. "That's what
makes you a star!" 

As she walked away momentarily, her last phrase echoed in
Chad's head.  Anything for the camera.  Anything.  Just what
sort of things did she have in mind?  She'd said they
wouldn't be hurt.  Apparently to Zoey, being struck on one's
naked rear with a riding crop, having one's rectum invaded
by girls' fingers, and having one's balls squeezed a little
too hard didn't meet the definition of hurting them.  

On the other hand, he had to admit that there were perks. 
He had just had a stunner of an orgasm, and he had a feeling
Gabriel had been just as satisfied.  So there was pain, but
there was also pleasure.  Pain and pleasure.  Pleasure and
pain.  But still, pain.  He felt anxiety rising inside him
again.  What other pains and discomforts would Zoey consider
"not hurting them."  And would there be more pleasure to
compensate?

  
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