Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 44
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 44: The Facilities

After some consultation with Lynch, the two girls, and her
mother, Zoey walked back by the fire where Chad and Gabriel
were still warming themselves after their naked baths in the
open, towels wrapped around their midsections.  She
addressed herself to Chad.  "The next scene is going to
involve learning the rules and routines of your new home. 
Mom will start by laying down the law while she gets you
dressed in your uniforms, and then we'll do a scene change
and have the girls show you the basic facilities.   Just
react like you would, if you were orphan boys, all alone in
the world, under these people's control."

Mrs. Turpin picked up her riding crop and stepped forward
again, assuming her backwoods dominatrix persona.  Zoey
handed a camera to Lynch and picked up her own, calling,
"Action!"

Mrs. Turpin glared at the boys, who were still standing by
the fire wearing their towels as kilts.  "Did I say you
could cover up your boy parts?" she roared.  Both boys
jumped involuntarily.  She snatched the towels from the two
of them, tossing them aside.  She glared at Gabriel's pointy
little appendage and Chad's more rounded one, both showing
the slightly distended, more  bulbulous heads that boys'
penises generally have immediately after orgasm.  Gabriel's
foreskin barely covered the end of his rather than drooping
off of it as it usually did.  

"So..." she said.  "We must call them something," she said,
looking at the girls.  "Individually, I mean.  Together,
'the brats' will do.  But at times we may need to address
one and not the other."

Chad cleared his throat.  "I'm Robert," he said, picking a
name he'd always liked.  "But people call me 'Bob.'  And
this is..."

"Silence!"  Mrs. Turpin growled.  "Brats do not speak unless
they are told to speak.  Forget the human names your heathen
slut of a mother gave you!  You're not humans, you're
animals.  Pets for my nieces.  You need names suitable to
pets.  Girls," she said more gently, almost lovingly, in
contrast to her angry demeanor with the boys, "what would
you like to name your new pets?"

Cassidy looked thoughtful, and Mindy screwed her face up in
concentration.  "I want to call mine 'Buttons,' Cassidy
finally said.  "Because his boy part looks like a big fat
button most of the time."  She looked at Mindy.

"I'm calling mine "Flopsy," she said whimsically.  "Because
of the way his thingy flops around when he walks.  And
because I always wanted a bunny, and he's almost as cute as
a bunny.  And I'd like to pet him just like a bunny.."  She
looked longingly at Gabriel's bare crotch as she said this
last sentence.

Both boys reddened at their remarks, a fact Lynch  recorded
by putting the camera practically in their faces while Zoey
zoomed in on first one boy's genitals and then the other to
piece into the film later to illustrate their naming
comments.  Both camera operators then fell back again and
Mrs. Turpin picked up the action.   "Time for your
uniforms," she said.  "I hate to waste good clothing on
animals, but it's already too cold for you little beasts to
go about in the altogether."  

Chad and Gabriel both breathed a sigh of relief.  They
wouldn't have to do this whole movie nude, with everything
hanging out all the time, as they'd been fearing!  Mrs.
Turpin turned to a neat pile of clothing sitting on a nearby
rock.  She handed each boy a worn-looking plain white t-
shirt.  "Try these for size," she said.  Chad took the shirt
handed him and pulled it over his head, slipping his arms
into each arm hole.  The shirt was a tight fit, clinging to
his body, so he had to pull it down.  It ended barely below
his navel.  "Perfect," Mrs. Turpin said.  Chad gaped in real
surprise – the shirt was something like two sizes too small! 
The cameras caught his reaction as Mrs. Turpin turned to
Gabriel, who'd pulled his own shirt on.  His shirt was baggy
on his thin frame, the bottom of the shirt falling until
only the tip of his penis stood out.  "That won't do at
all," Mrs. Turpin said.  "The bottom of the shirt must be
higher than the source of his dirt!  Take that off, brat!" 
Gabriel complied, and she handed him a smaller shirt, which
hugged his anatomy like Chad's and hung only to the bottom
curve of his stomach.  "Perfect," she said.  "Now for the
lower half."

She handed each boy a pair of large knee socks.  "Put these
on and pull them all the way up!" she ordered.  The boys
complied.  The socks bright pink and very stretchy.  They
looked like something a cheerleader would wear with a very
short skirt.  When the boys were done, Chad's came all the
way up his thighs to about 6 inches below his crotch, and
Gabriel's came up to within 2 inches of his.  Mrs. Turpin
tossed a pair of shapeless moccasins at each boy.  "Put
these on and let's get going!" she snapped.

"What about our pants?" Gabriel asked.

Mrs. Turpin glared at him.  "Does my son need to teach you
another lesson, brat?" she asked menacingly.  "I'm sure he
could go again – he's a very manly lad!  Pants are for
humans, not animals like you two.  It would be stupid to
cover the organs of elimination of animals, and a waste of
good clothing!  You also need to have your midsections bare
so that you can be chastised without hindrance upon those
areas when necessary.  Now put on the shoes!"

Chad and Gabriel dutifully slipped on the moccasins, which
were so stretchy that there was no problem of fit.  It was
only when he was finishing stretching the back of the second
one over his heel that Chad realized the girls had slipped
around behind him and Gabriel and were openly admiring from
behind the view of both boys bent over, with their butts
spread and their genitals dangling between their legs.  Zoey
was back there, too, admiring their spread posteriors with
her camera.  Chad straightened up quickly.  He looked over
at Gabriel, who had finished first and was standing staring
at Chad with an almost smile on his face.  Mrs. Turpin
notices his expression.

"What's so funny, brat?' she asked.  

"Flopsy," Mindy put in.

"I don't care if you call him Poopsie, he's a brat and I'll
call him that if I want," Mrs. Turpin snapped.  

Gabriel sobered up instantly, looking at the ground.  "I
asked you a question, brat," Mrs. Turpin snapped.  "what's
so funny?"

Gabriel looked up.  "It's just...." He paused, suppressed a
giggle, began again.  "It's just that I looked at Ch—I
looked at Buttons and I wanted to laugh.  'Cause it's like
he's got a reverse bathing suit on.  You know, usually your
butt and your stuff is covered up and everything else sticks
out in a bathing suit, but Buttons has his butt and his
stuff sticking out and everything else covered up!  It just
seemed funny."

Chad looked across at Gabriel, socks pulled up to within
inches of his crotch, t-shirt down to just above his waist
line, genitals hanging out in front and butt curving
smoothly up behind.  He did look funny dressed that way, his
little pointy penis swaying over his small sack as he
shifted from one foot to the other.  He fought a smile and
looked at Gabriel's face.  Gabriel looked quickly down at
Chad's genitals and back up to his face, then gave a
ridiculous little snort and suddenly burst out laughing. 
Instantly Chad lost it, doubling over in hysterics.

"CUT!"  Zoey yelled.  She stood there with a camera in one
hand, the other on her hip, waiting them out.  Chad and
Gabriel were laughing hysterically, so much so that tears
were streaming down their faces.  Every time Chad would stop
laughing, he'd look at Gabriel, see his penis sticking out
in the wind, and begin laughing again. Gabriel kept
repeating, "reverse bathing suits" and launching off into
hysterics.  Zoey put the camera down and dug a water bottle
out of a backpack, gulping a healthy swig and passing it to
the others.  She stood there, watching the boys' penises
bounce merrily as they laughed, unnoticed by them in their
mirth.  God, she loved looking at naked boys, especially the
innocent, smooth-skinned, hairless variety, with small,
underdeveloped genitals and smooth, velvety-skinned bottoms. 
She didn't need to touch them or do anything with them,
although she liked an occasional feel – just looking was
enough most of the time, really.  

She studied their naked, male bodies as the bottle went from
person to person, trying to look impatient to hide her
interest.  They were just so darn cute!  She was a real
sucker for small, half-hard, bouncing little penises.  For
that matter, she was a sucker for the fully hard ones, too,
and for the soft, dangling little bumps they became
sometimes.  She supposed it had something to do with her
childhood.  She remembered fondly when her brother Joey had
been younger, when they'd shared baths and showers together,
when they'd made movies with real film for their mother
rather than videotape, films with titles like "Forbidden
Love" and "Sister Knows Best."  There'd been no penetration
in her films – never penetration!  But she'd loved nuzzling
Joey's smooth, hairless crotch when he was little, loved
making his little man stand at attention, loved the way he
caught his breath and gasped when she licked and sucked him,
loved lying on her back with his legs on either side of her
head as he leaned down on his elbows and worshipped her
secret place, licked her until she was mindless with lust,
watching his little cock and plump balls sway dreamily as
delicious sensations rose from her groin and she rode the
waves up to crest again and again.  She'd loved little,
hairless penises ever since, far preferred them to the big,
hairy, veiny beasts that the boys her age and older were so
eager to show her.  Her younger brother had been the perfect
partner for years, and she'd played with his equipment every
chance she'd gotten even when they weren't being filmed.

But then Joey had sprouted hair, and his sack had gotten
rougher and redder and its contents bigger.  For awhile,
she'd lovingly shaved his few hairs every few days and
pretended he was still young and innocent, but a squirt of
salty fluid into her unsuspecting mouth shortly after that
had brought that illusion to an end.  She, herself, had
moved on to appealing to a different market by then, and
then one day she'd stepped from actress to director without
regret, informing her mother she was no longer a star but
would be finding her own stars from then on..  Yet she still
loved the sight of the little boys and the ones just
beginning the change.  She loved teasing them, loved how shy
and modest they were about all their private places, loved
the way they were unsure of themselves and subservient to
older females.  They were far more exciting than the little
boys, who had no modesty, and the almost grown boys, who
wanted to whip it out at the slightest provocation.  

She also loved how desperate they were, the way they'd do
anything if possible stimulation of their little wands was
even hinted at.  She liked the way boys jockeyed for
dominance, too, the way they'd take joy in crushing each
other and putting each other down as they tried to build up
their own self-esteems.  She'd loved watching Chad strip
Efram naked and enthusiastically spank and then paddle his
fat butt in both boy s' first movie appearances.  He'd been
dominated himself in school, and he'd in turn taken the
chance to dominate a boy in a still lower position, reveled
in his power, and she'd felt the thrill with him, watching
her cousin Efram bawl as he got his butt beaten by another
boy.  Not that the little twerp hadn't deserved that and
more.  She'd looped the film of Chad blistering Efram's butt
and the one of Chad masturbating afterward and played it
over and over in the weeks that followed, reaching explosive
orgasms of her own watching his boyish hand work on his rock
hard little two-incher.  Just call me the one-handed editor,
she thought to herself.  How many orgasms had she had
editing "The Young Babysitter?"  The innocence in his face,
the cuteness of a boy wearing just a long shirt as a night
gown, his genitals accessible by just lifting a hem, the
speed of his hand and the quick pulsing of his orgasm, all
of it thrilled her.  

She took the opportunity of the break to study the smaller
boy's genitalia (Chad's she had already memorized down to
the last vein and wrinkle).  He was clearly a cute little
piece as well, with his flashing dark eyes and dark skin,
and his little penis that was perfectly proportioned to his
body.  Unlike most girls who had a definite preference for
cut or uncut men, Zoey genuinely like penises both ways. 
The foreskin made a boy's penis look bigger, and kept it
from shrinking so much when he softened.  It also made him
look more harmless non erect, like some sort of droopy
little finger that had,  through some sort of genetic
mishap, became attached to the boy's groin instead of his
hand.

And when you skinned their foreskins back, their penis heads
were softer than the cut boys.  Softer, because they were
protected from the outside air,  and thus their delicate
skin wasn't as dry or as tough.  

Zoey glance at the older boy, her little star.  Hard to
believe he was only a year younger than her brother, she
thought, eyeing the barely pubescent penis.  Still, he had a
few hairs now, his balls were definitely growing, and he
could wet-cum – she'd only be interested in him for a bit
longer before he became big and ugly like the rest of them. 
But for now, he still had that uncertain charm and the
cuteness she needed.  She had to admit that she liked the
cut boys, too – there was a something to be said for the
smaller, more rounded look, too, and they were generally
cleaner, more hygienic.  You could picture yourself leaning
over and slurping the cut boys' rods right into your mouth
without a qualm, no need to inspect them first.

A thought struck her – if these boys were supposedly
brothers with different fathers, why was one cut and the
other not?  She'd have to fit the reason into a back story,
somewhere – her viewers noticed stuff like that.  Maybe
during the waterfall scene –

She noticed that the boys had finally stopped laughing and
were standing, panting, clutching their sides, their faces
flushed and streaming tears.  Zoey took the bottle from
Lynch and passed it to them.   "I'm going to shoot come
close-ups now," she said.  "Those tear-streaked faces could
just as well be on boys with sore butts from a vigorous
spanking!  I'll piece them in somewhere later.  Try to look
like your butts hurt!"

Chad found himself easily able to stand with a distressed
look on his tear-streaked face as Zoey framed his face, then
zoomed in on his teary eyes. She did the same for Gabriel. 
Then she directed them to wipe their face on their shirts
and get back into character.

"I'll cut all that other stuff out later," Zoey said. She
turned to the girls.  "Now pick it up from where the boys
were worried about it being too cold without pants.  And,
ACTION," she added.

"But won't they get, like, frostbite or something?" Cassidy
immediately ventured, as if the laughter interlude hadn't
happened.  

Mrs. Turpin smiled at her.  "You're so sweet to care so much
about your pet's little equipment.  But  this is Georgia,
God's country,, not the Godforsaken heathen north where they
grew up.  It won't get below the 40's most of the time, and
when it does they can stay in their pen.  The rest of the
time, their bottoms and boy parts can stand a little cold,
I'm sure/  They'll be uncomfortable at times, but boys
should be uncomfortable, especially in those areas, and they
won't suffer permanent damage.  And their worthless little
peckers won't get frostbite – they'll just shrink into their
bodies and hide, and their little bags will pull up tight
against them and stay warm, too.  Fact is, that'll improve
their appearances – brats like these look better without
their boy parts sticking out all over the place and getting
in the way.  And keeping their boy parts cold cuts down on
their lustful ideas, too."

She fished among the clothing, lifting something with heft
that rattled.  She plunked it in front of Chad, clasping
cold metal around his ankle with a click, repeating the
process with his other ankle.  Cassidy was doing the same to
Gabriel.  Both boys looked down  with dismay.  Metal cuffs
now circled each of their ankles, with a short chain in
between.  "You'll wear these at all times from now on when
you're out of your pen, unless you're given work that
requires their removal," Mrs. Turpin announced.  "You can
walk as long as you keep your strides short, but you can't
run in them.  So you needn't even think about escaping! 
Attempts to escape will be met with appropriate punishment
of all of your formerly private parts!"  She glared at
Gabriel's penis, which was dangling lower than Chad's as
usual and appeared to upset her more (or at least her
character).  

After a moment, she looked back at their faces.  "Rule
three!" she bellowed.  "Lance and I are too busy with the
business affairs of the farm to tend to worthless pieces of
shit like you!  The girls will be in complete charge of you
from now on in all matters, including your work assignments,
and all of your activities.  They will tell you when to eat,
when to work, when to sleep, even when to take a piss! You
will obey their every command without question.  They are
also in full charge of your discipline if you disobey, if
they think you're going to disobey, or even if you look like
you might think about disobeying.  For that matter, they can
discipline you for no reason at all, just because the like
seeing you cry.  They've been thoroughly briefed on the
types of discipline they can administer, so you can assume
automatically that if they order you to submit to
discipline, it is with my approval.  And if you even think
about refusing to follow an order from one of them,
including an order to submit to discipline, they will report
your disobedience directly to me, and my son will come and
give you a personal lesson in compliance like the one
Poopsie over there has already received!" She glared at
Gabriel, who looked put out at being called "Poopsie," as if
"Flopsy" wasn't bad enough. "And if that happens," Mrs.
Turpin added, her gaze bearing into him,  "I'll tell him not
to be as gentle with you next time, and to take his time
about finishing so you can savor the lesson more.  He's a
boy of strong appetites, so he can give you multiple lessons
a day if necessary, and he can delay his own pleasure if
your behavior demands you have a longer lesson."

Gabriel cringed elaborately.  To Chad it looked like a bit
of an overreaction.  "Tone it down," he whispered out of the
corner of his mouth.  "You're overdoing it."

"No I'm not," Gabriel whispered back.  "I'm supposed to have
just gotten it up the chute, remember?  So bad I bled. 
Believe me, I know how you feel after that happens.  You
ought to know – you've been butt fucked, too.  And that
kid's huge – he probably has a python in his pants.  If
anything, I'm under reacting."

Mrs. Turpin glared at Chad.  "No talking!" she roared. 
"Perhaps you need a lesson like his!  I'm sure my son is
ready to go again!"

"No, ma'am!" Chad exclaimed with fervor.  She nodded in
satisfaction.  

"Good," she said.  "Now, Rule 4:  Neither of you are to look
at my nieces with lust in your hearts or touch them in any
of God's forbidden areas at any time.  Their bodies are
completely off limits.  I know the kind of games you brats
play, and you will not play them with my nieces.    If
either of you show excessive signs of friskiness in that
regard, I'll nip that problem in the bud immediately."  She
rummaged by the pile of clothes that were left and picked up
a long-handled device.  Chad and Gabriel stared at it. 
Chad's first thought that it was a bolt-cutter – it was made
entirely of stainless steel and had long handles on one end
and jaws on the other.  But instead of narrowing to point
like they did on a bolt cutter, the business end of the tool
broadened out into a pair of jaws that were about two inches
wide and met in a flat line.  Mrs. Turpin opened the
handles, showing the boys that the jaws opened when she did,
then closed them abruptly, showing them how the jaws closed
again to pinch together like a wide but thin clamp.  

"This is a castration clamp for male farm animals," she
said, her voice low and full of threat.  "You're going to
get a live demonstration of how it works.  Follow me."

Cassidy took a step behind Chad and gently slapped his bare
butt, impelling him into motion.  Mindy did the same to
Gabriel.  They followed Mrs. Turpin dutifully, taking short
steps and moving their feet more rapidly than normal to keep
up, the chains clanking as they walked.  The distance was
short, only one of the larger sheds, where they gathered
around a calf that was wearing a halter and was tied to a
stall inside.  Lynch walked up beside the calf and circled
its body with his arms, crowding it against the fence with
his knee until it was pinned, looping a hand down and
seizing its tail and pulling it to the side. Mrs. Turpin
guided the remaining kids around to the rear of the animal.  

Chad and Gabriel stared with some embarrassment at the rear
of the young animal.  With its tail pulled aside, the
asterisk of its butt hole was visible right under it, the
hairless lighter-colored asterisk in sharp contrast with the
black hair that covered the rest of the animal.  The both
followed the smooth skin below the hole downward almost by
compulsion, where it curved in between the calf's legs.

"You each may notice a resemblance to your own anatomy,"
Mrs. Turpin said.  She pointed at the neat, wrinkled little
purse of skin hanging where the boys were both now staring. 
Except for being covered with hair, it looked remarkably
like a boy's scrotum, was even roughly the same size as
Gabriel's.   "Like yourselves, his organs of lust and
generation are located in an external sack," she said.  "The
same is true of goats and sheep.  That turns out to be very
convenient for us.  It makes the problem of removing his
male organs from the equation so much easier than it would
be otherwise."  

She turned and fixated both boys.  "You're city boys," she
said, "so you wouldn't know this.  But pigs and horses have
no sacks – they keep their organs of lust and generation
pulled tightly against their bodies instead.  This makes the
whole process of emasculating them much harder and more
painful for the animal."  She opened the jaws of the long-
handled clamp again, looked the boys in the eyes.  "It's
easy with the little bulls like this one – a quick squeeze
and you're done – no unsightly bleeding, no mess."

"Why do you want to do that?"  Gabriel piped up, his voice
unnaturally high with real upset at this topic.  "Why do you
want them to not have any balls?  They can't help make
babies if they don't have balls, can they?"

"We don't need most of them for baby making," Mrs. Turpin
said reasonably.  "Most of them will only live long enough
to get big enough to sell to the packing plant.  They don't
need organs of lust at all for that."

"Besides," she added.  "Young bulls would get too feisty for
farmers who are growing them as beef  if left unchecked. 
They'd want to mount everything in sight.  In that respect,
they're a lot like human boys from the teen years onward.
And they'd taste bad when they were butchered, too."  She
indicated the opened clamps.  "This handy little device
keeps that from happening.  You put a jaw on either side of
the sack, above his organs of lust and generation, what you
brats call his balls, and then you squeeze the handles until
they hit the stops."

She demonstrated in the air, closing the handles. Chad and
Gabriel watched, bug eyed, as the clamp end of the tool
closed until the jaws met in a broad line.  There didn't
appear to be any space to speak of between the jaws when
they were closed..  "It smashes the arteries and veins that
go to the generative organs and the tubes that carry the
semen out as well.  Within a few days, the generative organs
die and are absorbed, and he's left with an empty sack and
no inappropriate ideas of mounting anyone."

Chad and Gabriel gulped simultaneously.  Mrs. Turpin smiled
at their expressions.  "Hey, it could be worse.  Some folks
cut them out with a knife instead, like you have to with
pigs and horses.  I'm not saying this procedure is painless,
because you'd know it's a lie.    But the knife has to hurt
a lot more."  She turned to Lynch.  "Ready, son?" she said. 
Lynch nodded and tightened his hold on the unsuspecting
calf.  Mrs. Turpin turned to the boys again.  "So listen up,
brats, and listen good.  Fortunately for us, God made it
impossible for young boys to hide their lust," she said. 
She pointed at Chad's penis.  "You get to waving those
little things of yours like a flag very often, I'll know
what the cause is.  And if any of you get too big for your
britches and start showing any signs of even thinking about
my daughters with lust in your hearts, this is what you can
expect."  She turned to the calf, bent down, and took the
small, furry sack in her left hand, fitting the open clamp
around either side of the dangling organ.  Gently, she
closed the clamp until it was snug on either side, close to
the calf's body.  Chad and Gabriel could now see the small,
marble-like testes of the calf bulging out the bottom of the
sack, trapped below the clamp.  With a sudden movement, Mrs.
Turpin slammed the handles together, holding them shut with
all her strength.  The calf lurched and gave a distressed
bawl, Lynch having to press it tightly against the fence to
hold it still as it lunged and shifted its legs around. 
Mrs. Turpin held the clamps tightly shut for the next minute
or so, then opened them and removed the tool.  A flat line
now crossed the calf's scrotum next to its body, the scrotum
having been pressed thin there.  It looked sore as hell. 
Mrs. Turpin nodded with satisfaction.  "That's it for him,"
she said. "His manhood, or bullhood, if you will,  will be
gone entirely within a week, and he'll be docile and
obedient as a calf should be right up to the point he goes
to market."

She turned and fixed both boys with a glare.  "And if either
of you show signs of excessive lust, you can expect the same
treatment this little guy just got.  Both of you.  Because
if I have to bring out the clamps to do one of you, I might
as well get the whole herd."  She turned to face Chad full
on.  "Frankly, boy, I considered just going ahead and
putting the clamps on you, in particular, right now, as soon
as I saw those few pathetic hairs on you.  Those nasty,
disgusting things tell me your balls are already growing,
pouring that vile male hormone into your blood.  I still
think it might have been better to nip this in the bud
before anything even gets started."  She glared at Gabriel. 
"You, on the other hand, look like you'll be harmless enough
for a couple of years yet – yours have started to drop, but
you won't be fertile or growing any hair for awhile."

She turned back to Chad.  "But I decided to wait and see. 
For one thing, I can get more work out of you brats if I
don't castrate you – you'll be stronger and have more
motivation.  Those vile male hormones that make you lustful
also make you stronger, more capable workers, and that's
important because you'll be doing hard labor every day,
earning your keep.  Also, I'm not doing it now because my
nieces asked me not to – they want to play with you a bit,
and they don't want me to make you nonfunctional."

She turned to level her gaze at the two girls, too.  "So
here's the rule, the most important one.  If they want to
manipulate your little peckers and make you cum like they
did washing you, that's fine – your bodies are theirs to
play with.  If they want you to touch each other, or do
other things to each other, that's fine, too.  But I'm
warning both of you, if you touch the girls' forbidden
areas, or even think of doing so, or if I even see you hard
one too many times, I'll come with my clamp and bring an end
to all of that forever for both of you.  Although I'd like
to keep you intact for stud purposes later if I can, I won't
hesitate to give up on that if you can't control yourselves. 
Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," both boys chimed in immediately.  Mrs. Turpin
glared at the two of them.  "Okay," she said.  "See that you
don't forget."

"And....CUT"  Zoey exclaimed.  "Great scene, folks! Next we
do the grand tour scene."  She started shoving them out of
the shed.  Chad turned to look at the calf, now standing
relatively placidly again.  The clamp line across its small
bag was still vivid, the little marbles in the bottom still
visible.  Would they really just wither away? He wondered
what it had felt like when the clamp had closed on its
little sack.

"Did you....did you really....?" he asked hesitantly.

"Castrate the little bugger?"  Zoey said, smiling.  "Oh,
yeah!  I like realism, so I fake as little as possible in my
films.  "He's one of Lace's 4H calves.  Lace already did the
others, but he saved this one for my film."

"But... doesn't it hurt?"  Gabriel asked.

"Of course," Zoey said.  "You saw the little thing jump."

"Cutting them hurts worse," Lynch said.  "We used to do it
that way when I was little.  Gave me nightmares.  God,  I
hated it when that time of spring came around – I couldn't
help feeling...feeling what they had to feel.  You know, the
knife making swift cuts in their sacks, their balls being
hauled out by the roots, the cords stretching until they
broke somewhere inside.  I could feel it myself, almost, on
every calf.  And it was bloody, too.  Then Dad got the
clamp, and I don't mind doing it now.  It must hurt like a
bitch when the blades close, but the guys who made the thing
claim they go numb afterward, and their balls just shrivel
up and disappear afterward.  I mean, in a week you can grab
their sacks and there's nothing in there at all.  They stay
small like that even when the calves grow big."

Chad allowed himself to be herded out of the shed.  Man, he
was glad he wasn't a calf.  And he was doubly glad he was
just an actor in this scenario, not the real orphan kid he
was playing.

The sunlight struck Chad's midsection, reminded him that,
for all intents and purposes, he was effectively naked
still, naked and surrounded by relative strangers, most of
them female.  Having a mind of its own, as usual, his penis
responded gratefully to the warmth.  Zoey was pressing them
on, leading them to the far side of the house.  "Just carry
on like you've just left the shed," she said.  "You're
afraid for you little balls, now, you're afraid of the girls
and their authority over you, but you'll obey them because
you're more afraid of getting your butts fucked by
Lancelot's hog.  And it is a hog, boys – I've petted it
myself a few times when he was a tyke, and it was big then,
and I just filmed him with his little brother yesterday for
that scene in the shed we did earlier." 

As she set up the next shot, she reflected on the younger
version of the hulking boy who appeared with her in one of
her most popular flicks, "My Teenage Tutor."  He'd been
naturally shy back then, a shyness that played well to the
camera.  His immature dick had been short and fat in those
days when it was soft, long and fat hard.  It had looked
huge on his gangly frame then, sprouting out of a hairless
crotch, his tiny, underdeveloped sack hiding under it in
stark contrast.  Lynch had been so shy in those days – she'd
always had to coax him to get him to let her unzip his
pants, and then he'd shut his eyes because he was too
embarrassed to look at her with his pants open.  During
filming of "My Teenage Tutor," her gradual corruption of him
and luring him into sex had been mostly real, not acting at
all.  He'd liked her fondling him through his pants and even
his underpants, but had balked for some time at removing
them and letting the camera display his full, throbbing
glory.  In the end, he'd liked her sucking him, though,
probably because she'd learned to deep throat boys using him
as her source of practice.  But he'd never taken his pants
or underpants clear off, never showed his butt in a film
(let alone his butt hole, despite her mom's pleas that the
back door boys would buy the movie in droves if he did).  

One of the cutest things about him was that he'd always
gotten really guilty afterward, guilty and embarrassed, and
couldn't wait to put it away as soon as he'd cum. That
played well in the movie every time they'd done it, and
they'd done it a lot in that film, in every location
conceivable.  Come to think of it, Zoey herself realized
she'd never seen his butt herself, and her memories of his
penis were mostly tactile – he'd always been slow to get it
out, quick to put it away.  Of course, that was then – he'd
have stripped naked right there and stood proudly erect in
front of her now if she asked.  The fact that his
embarrassment was gone was one of several reasons she no
longer asked.  

"I used to do this gig, guys," Lynch said conversationally
as he put the clamps back in the pile by the fire with the
other equipment.  "Made movies just like you.  I was a star
until I finally gave it up."

Until you got ugly and hairy, you mean, Zoey thought to
herself.  Like any of her audience would want to see him
naked now.  But she still had a fondness for Lynch – lit him
think he was still the object of her secret lust if he
wanted.  Besides, he was still useful.  She turned to the
boys.

"Okay, let's take it from there.  Mom has gone into the
house with Lurch.  The girls are showing you what your life
is going to be like from now on.  You're scared to the
bottom of your little ball sacks – shrivel your dicks
scared!  They know what to say and where to take you, just
follow their lead.  You're scared shitless.  Action!"

Thus, Chad and Gabriel found themselves walking between the
two girls, being directed by rude prods of their bare butts
as they walked along, orgasm distended penises swaying with
their uneven, manacled gaits.  Zoey moved smoothly in front
of them, aiming the camera alternately at their genitals and
their heads, and Mrs. Turpin walked at the side, filming the
whole party in a longer shot.   Lynch had run ahead to
station himself inside a shed that was in their path.

"This is where you two brats sleep," Cassidy said as they
approached the shed.  "It's also where you'll stay when we
don't need you for something, or when you're penned up
because the weather is too cold.  You'll be locked in
anytime you're here, of course, for your own protection." 
She indicated the shiny lock hanging loosely on the door,
then fished out a key from a chain around her neck, where it
had nestled between her budding breasts.  Mindy fished a
matching key out of her own, flatter chest, holding it up. 
They dropped the keys back in and Cassidy swung the door
open and motioned the boys inside.

The inside of the shack was cooler than the outside air, and
Chad's penis began retreating from the cold immediately,
almost visibly shrinking into his crotch.  Gabriel's penis
retreated up behind his foreskin again as well.  Light came
in from translucent roofing panels in the roof, but there
were no windows in the shack.  Cassidy pointed to a bare
light bulb hanging from the ceiling.  "That's your light
when we decide you need it," she said.  "The switch is
outside the door.  Ma said you're not worth wasting
electricity on, so lights out is early."  She kicked a thick
pile of old rags on the floor.  "That's your bedding," she
said.  "There's no heat, so you'll need it.  You'll also
probably have to cuddle together to stay warm."  She turned
to Chad and smirked.  "But I understand you boy people like
to cuddle each other.  You can even spoon, and take turns
warming your little thingies in each other's butts!"

Chad and Gabriel both blushed.  Even if it was play acting,
having girls say things like that to you was embarrassing,
especially if you were standing there with the
aforementioned "little thingies" hanging out in plain sight.
Mrs. Turpin, in the corner of the shack, was capturing all
this dialogue on tape.  Gabriel looked around.  He leaned
into Chad and whispered in his ear, playing the shy little
brother overwhelmed by the shock of being stripped of his
clothes, raped, and then manhandled and masturbated by
strange girls.  "Ask them where the bathroom is," he said in
a whisper that was loud enough the camera had surely caught
it.

Chad admired Gabriel's perception.  Of course that's what
Zoey would want them to do – he was willing to bet the
bathroom situation was going to be weird and degrading in
pretty much every way.  Still, he immersed himself into the
character he was playing and tried to sound like a cowed
little boy who'd just seen his brother brutally raped and
feared he'd receive the same treatment any minute.  

"Umm, there's no bathroom," he said tentatively, looking
around him.  "Where do we, um, wash up?"

"Where do we wash up, mistress," Cassidy corrected.

Chad tried again.  "Where do we wash up, mistress?" he said,
his voice a bit higher pitched.  Cassidy grinned, the grin
becoming a smirk.  

"Where do you wash up, or where do you pee and poop?" she
asked.  "The answers are different, you see." She started
out the door, the boys following, Mindy bringing up the
rear.  "You'll wash up in the waterfall just behind the
trees," she said.  "We'll show you later.  We keep soap and
shampoo there.  The water's pretty cold, I'm afraid.  It'll
shrink your baby cajones down to nothing, and tighten your
little puckers to raisins.  In fact, I'm looking forward to
seeing that.  But cold or not, you'll just have to get used
to it, because you shower every day there, no matter what
the temperature is."  

She led them around the shed, cameras following.   "As for
where you pee and poop..." she said.    She pointed out to
the side of the cabin, where the cracked opening in the
ground that was the banks of the creek could be seen.

"We have to go on the ground?"  Gabriel asked.

"Of course not," Mindy giggled.  "You boys are so stupid!"

"They can't help it," Cassidy said.  "When they're little,
they aren't as easy to potty train as girls.  Even boys this
age still have accidents and wee their Toughskins.  And they
pee on everything when they think no one's looking – against
trees, into bushes, off ledges..."

"Your toilet's over here," Mindy said, interrupting her
sister.  "You're not allowed to go anywhere else without our
permission."

"Yeah, we may just tell you to hold it sometimes," Cassidy
smirked.  "I like watching you boys try to hold it – I
especially like your little pee-pee dance.  We may even have
a little contest, with a prize, like winner doesn't get
paddled."  Despite knowing, deep down, that this was just a
movie, Chad cringed inside.  He hated pissing contests of
any kind.  It didn't matter if it was pissing the farthest,
pissing the longest, or holding it the longest time.  He
sucked at all three.  When he'd been younger, boys around
him had suggested such contests from time to time,
especially pissing for distance, but he'd always avoided
participating, knowing that any such contest would involve
displaying his penis to other boys or controlling his
bladder for long periods of time, and he couldn't bring
himself to do either.  This fact had been demonstrated
repeatedly in his class just weeks earlier, when he'd first
peed on his teacher while being spanked, then had to beg to
be allowed to pee in a jar in front of class because he
couldn't hold it until the end of school.  He'd also been
diapered in class for three days, and despite a desire to
stay dry and avoid public changings he'd been unable to do
so.

Cassidy continued walking toward the creek.  As they got
closer, she pointed to a small platform extending off the
bank, over the running water about 5 feet below.  A hole
about a foot in diameter was cut in the platform, with the
water visible below it.  

"This is your toilet," she said.  "This is where you'll go
most of the time to take a piss and make a dump."

"You mean we have to squat over that?  Out in the open?"
Gabriel exclaimed.  Chad's face clouded with concern,
primarily because, although this was play acting and he
wasn't really going to have to use an outdoor toilet the
rest of his childhood, he immediately suspected that Zoey
would want one or both of them to be filmed using this
thing.  The last thing he wanted to do was to be filmed
peeing into the hole, or worse yet, squatting on it trying
to take a poo.  Especially not in front of the girls.  

Meanwhile, Cassidy was answering Gabriel's question, her
face almost split in half with her grin.  "No, I don't mean
that," she said.  "Ma was very clear on the procedure.  We
have to make sure that your insides are functioning
properly, and that means we have to be able to watch
everything you do here.  So here are the rules, and you will
follow them.  When you take a pee, you are to turn stand
with your butts to the stream, so that you face us on the
platform while you pee.  That way we can see your stream and
know your boy parts are still working okay."  Mindy
demonstrated Cassidy's words by walking onto the platform,
carefully skirting the open hole, turning to face them, and
then thrusting out her crotch while miming aiming a dangling
penis at the hole without touching it.  She whistled
jauntily for a moment, then bounced on her toes several
times as if shaking the final drops off the end of her
invisible penis when she was "done." Cassidy smiled at her. 
"Just like that," she said.

Mindy nodded back, smirking widely.  "Now when you take a
poop," Cassidy continued, " you have to get on all fours." 
Mindy dropped to her hands and knees at the far side of the
open hole, spread her legs so they straddled each side of
the hole, and then backed up until her butt hovered over the
hole.  Had she been naked, her butt would have been spread
widely over the hole, but of course she was wearing jeans
like her sister.  Still the view of her smooth crotch up
through her spread legs immediately conjured up thoughts of
her girl parts in Chad, that mysterious slit he'd seen for
the first time on his new friend Alan's cousin Chandra a few
weeks before.  He tried to picture Mindy naked as she posed,
then frantically tried to shift his thoughts as his penis
rose almost immediately.  

Mindy, meanwhile, had lowered her head almost to the
platform and was making elaborate grunting noises like a kid
with serious constipation, finally collapsing in hysterics
over how funny she was.  Cassidy continued her instruction,
walking to the platform.  "When you're done with your dump,
one of us will have to wipe you, because you're not allowed
to touch yourself back there.  You will announce you're done
and say something like 'Mistress, I'm finished – will you
please wipe my stinky butt?'  Then one of us will wipe your
disgusting butt for you.  Any questions?" 

Gabriel cleared his throat.  "Do we have to do it that way?"
he asked.  "Shit, I mean?  Can't we just squat?  Or if we
have to do it that way, can't we face the other way."

"Why?" Mindy said, grinning.  "Don't you like people
watching when you poo?  It'll just be us, you don't have to
be shy."

"Well, I am," Gabriel said.  "It's embarrassing," he added. 
"I don't think I can go with you watching, especially in
that position.  I'd feel like, I don't know, like an
animal."

"But you are an animal," Mindy said reasonably.  "You're our
pets.  But even if you weren't, you're still animals.  So
are we.  We're all animals.  All animals poop. It's nothing
special.  You put food in one end, poop comes out the
other."

"Besides," Gabriel said.  "It's in the open.  How do you
know people aren't watching us from behind a tree or
something?"

"You don't, I guess," Cassidy said.  "Too bad about that. 
By the way, Flopsy, you've already earned yourself your
first formal punishment.  The S-word is off limits to you
two.  You'll have to be punished when we get to the
discipline area, I'm afraid.  Informal punishments, like
spanking and thingy-pulling or ball smacking we'll do on the
spot, but formal punishments are done in the punishment area
– you'll find out why."

She paused.  "Anyway, what was I saying?  Oh, yes -- about
the pooping situation -- you'll have to go sometime, and
this is the only way – our aunt said so.  So you might as
well get used to it."

Gabriel's jaw dropped and he looked concerned.  Chad didn't
have to act his concern.  Two facts had just struck him. 
First, Zoey said she liked realism – what were the odds
she'd want to film this without one or probably both of them
demonstrating use of the apparatus? Second, and arising from
the first, if someone was to be filmed pooping, really
pooping, not faking it, it wouldn't be Gabriel – he'd just
gone a little over an hour ago and was probably good for the
next day.  But Chad – Chad hadn't taken a dump yet that day. 
In fact, upon reflection he suddenly became aware that he'd
need to, soon.  Best hold it and not mention it – Zoey
didn't need help with her disturbing ideas.

"CUT," Zoey yelled again.  All three cameras came down.  She
looked at the boys.  "We'll finish here and go on to the
punishment area," she said.  She nodded the boys over to one
side.  "A private word, boys, if you would."

Chad and Gabriel followed her over, out of earshot of the
girls.  "I want to get the footage in this part of the yard
filmed all at the same time – I'll piece it into the
sequence later.  So I need film of each of you over there,"
she said, nodding to the toilet platform.  

Gabriel looked at her hesitantly.  "You mean just peeing? 
Or peeing and pooping?" he asked.

"Both," Zoey said.  "Of course, I'll be tasteful where the
pooping is involved.  My audience doesn't want to see that
up close, so I'll focus on your bodies and faces but not the
opening itself, if you know what I mean.  At least, not once
the actual process begins.  They like seeing you open, if
you know what I mean.  So I'll film you working to get it
out, the hole opening, but not the contents, not really. 
I'll cut away then, pan back so the detail isn't so graphic,
and we'll shoot the actual evacuation process from the front
from across the creek.  So they won't really see you doing
the deed, if you know what I mean.  They'll see you
straining and see the drop but not the actual act.  I don't
want to gross anyone out."

Chad looked at the ground.  "Come on, boys," she said. 
"You're stars – you have to give us everything if this thing
is going to be a hit.  We need to go on, get through the
punishment section, then to the waterfall – believe me,
there's some stuff you're going to like doing a lot when we
get there.  But the girls will need some persuasion when we
get there, and I can be more persuasive if you guys have
given it all up to that point.  I'm pretty sure I can get
them to do some pretty wild stuff if I can use this as an
example."  She winked.  "But you have to pay your dues,
first.  No pain, no gain!  I know it's a bit embarrassing
for you guys, but it'll help the girls get past their
embarrassment when it's their turn, if you know what I'm
getting at.  Now who's going to be first?"

Gabriel cleared his throat and nodded toward the girls.  "Do
they have to watch?" he said.  "I know in the story they
watch, but couldn't you, they like, show them standing
beside us, then have them somewhere for awhile and come back
when we're done filming us poo- us doing it?  No one would
know they weren't there all along if you keep the camera
close to us."

"Sorry, Galahad," Zoey smiled.  "Got to have them in the
shot for realism – need to see them react.  Especially to
you pooping.  You can't fake the expression you get when you
watch a boy pee and poop for the first time in front of you. 
That's why we're over here talking, where they can't here
us.  Because they don't even know they're actually going to
see you do the deed," she said.  "I want their unsullied
reactions when they do."

"I don't know if I can go in front of them," Gabriel said. 
"Even pee.  Girls make me pee-shy sometimes."

 "Really?"  Zoey said.  "Seriously?  My little brother used
to pee in front of me all the time when he was your age –
even liked to have me hold his little soldier while he did. 
You must have peed in front of girls before, haven't you?"
she said encouragingly.  "Mom?  Sister? Babysitter?  I bet
they even held your little mouse for you while you did it. 
And I bet you and Vlad pee side by side all the time," she
added.  "Just think of the girls watching you as boys with
really little peckers.  Tiny little peckers much smaller
than yours.  Think of them looking at you with awe."

Gabriel smiled at that thought.  "Okay," he said.  "I can do
that, I think."  He giggled.  "Really little peckers," he
echoed.  Then another thought hit him.  "But, I've already
had a dump today – just a little while ago, so I don't think
I could do that at all.  Sorry."

He certainly didn't sound sorry, Chad thought to himself. 
"Let's just start with the peeing for now, and see how it
goes, fellows," Zoey said.  "Remember, the girls are going
to have to put themselves on the line in the waterfall scene
– they're going to be reluctant, but the farther you push
yourselves here, the more leverage you'll have for them to
push themselves in the penultimate scene!"

Gabriel hesitated more, but Chad noticed, suddenly, that his
penis wasn't dangling any more, but instead was angled out
from his body slightly.  As he watched, Gabriel's penis
began lengthening noticeably until it was half hard,
pointing its droopy head outward.  Zoey followed his gaze,
nodded in some sort of confirmation.  "Okay," she said.  "I
can count on you to pee for the camera, at least."  She
looked at Chad.  "Guess it's up to you to carry the honor of
the males, Chet," she said cheerfully.  "You'll get up there
like a man and take a dump for me, won't you?"  She smiled
encouragingly.  "I'll make sure the girls are very, very
nice to you later if you do.  I'll even throw in a nice
bonus for both of you if the toilet scene looks good."

Chad gulped.  Could he really do it?  He'd done something
similar a few weeks ago on his own patio with even more
people watching, but then he'd been helped along by the
pressure of an enormous enema, and going had been more of a
relief than anything else, the humiliation of it all
striking him only as he was finishing.  Could he do it
without the enema, just force himself to go?"

"I don't know," he managed to say.

"Well, think about it," Zoey said.  "I want to film you
guys' introduction to the punishment arrangements next, then
come back to this – I have good reasons for needing to film
in that order, as you guys will see.  Perhaps you'll be more
confident by the time you need to perform."