I woke up the next morning to Gary shaking me. "Get up" he said. "Time for breakfast." I was going to ask him if we were allowed to get dressed, but I saw Charlie walk out of the room just then fully clothed. Gary followed him. I pulled on my pants and a shirt, and looked over at Jamie who was sitting on the lower bunk waiting for me. He looked ill.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"I had bad dreams" he said. "Do we have to stay here, Tommy?" he asked me.

"Don't talk about that today to anyone, okay?" I said to him. "I'm going to see what I can do at my school, but you can't tell anyone that, buddy. Just pretend I didn't even say anything to you right now, okay?" This was to be our first day at our new schools, and I was going to go right to the principal's office to tell him what was going on in this house.

Jamie shook his head miserably up and down, and we went into the kitchen for breakfast. It was like the events of the previous night hadn't happened. Kelly was acting real sweet and mommyish, and little Charlie seemed to actually like her. We walked out to the bus stop, and Gary and I waived Jamie and Charlie good bye on their bus and waited for ours.

We were the only two there, and I turned to Gary and said, "What's with Charlie? He seems to like it here."

"He likes Kelly" Gary replied. "He's been with the Fosters since he was, like, five and she's the only one who has ever taken care of him. He's cool, though. He won't snitch, but you should be careful to keep certain things from him."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Just stuff" he said, shrugging. Something in his manner made me think that he had just come to some kind of decision, and I guess I was right because he said, "You know, it's just been me and Charlie all this time. I bet together we could help each other."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, like, you can't trust the Fosters but we might not have any choice but to trust each other." I nodded my head, only half understanding. "Us against them, you know?" he said, and there was something so desperately lonely about him just then. I wondered for the first time what things had been like for him over the last several years. I couldn't stand being there for just the one day, and it hadn't occurred to me to think about what things must have been like for Gary.

"All right" I said, and thought that Jamie and I really could use all the help we could get until we were placed in another home.

"Shake on it" he said, reaching out his hand.

"Okay" I said, taking his hand. He smiled, then hopped up on the small wall that was behind us. He yawned, and then reached down and pushed on his crotch. An obvious erection stretched down his left pant leg.

He saw that I saw this, and he laughed and said, "This is your fault" nodding at his crotch.

"What?" I asked, startled.

"I usually wait for Charlie to fall asleep before I beat off at night. What were you doing staring at me the whole night?" he said.

I ducked my head, embarrassed. I hadn't realized he wasn't asleep. I said so and apologized.

"Man!" he said. "Every time I woke up I'd look at you and you were still awake." That was a good trick, I thought. I hadn't been aware that he was looking back. He must have been watching through barely slitted eyelids.

"So what do we do about it?" he said.

"I don't know" I said, shrugging. I was about to suggest the shower, but then I remembered that the bathroom door didn't lock.

As though he were reading my mind he said, "Kelly will try to catch you at it in the shower, so don't even think it."

That's it, I thought. One trip to the school's office and I should be out of this mess. Gary said, "I'll make you a deal."

I looked at him, and looking at the ground he said, "I won't look at you if you won't look at me, okay?"

"I'm not going to jerk off in the same room with anyone" I said.

"How long do you think you can go without doing it?" he asked. I had to laugh bitterly at that. Sometimes it was two or three time per day, and I had gotten a boner just talking about it. I blushed when he nodded at my crotch and said, "How long?"

"Yeah, all right" I said. "You've got a point." We both laughed embarrassedly, and touched hands briefly.

When the bus dropped us off at school I headed straight for the principal's office. They weren't going to let me see him, but I insisted and brushed off the secretary and guidance counselor who both wanted me to tell them what was so important.

Finally I got in to see him. His name was Mr. Keilpatrick, and he was a big round man with a balding head. In one long breath I launched into my story. I was calm and articulate the whole time. I had practiced this all night long, and I wanted it to be believable to someone who hadn't been there (because it was pretty unreal to begin with).

When I was finished he leaned back against his chair, steepled his hands on top of his big belly and said, "Tom, did Gary Schneider put you up to this?"

That was not the reaction I was expecting. "No, Gary didn't put me up to this. It's true! All of it!" I couldn't keep the indignation out of my voice. All night long I had envisioned him jumping up, grabbing the phone, and arranging for our transfer out of that nuthouse before I even met my first teacher.

"Look, Tom" he said matter of factly. "I've known Marshall Foster since we were kids. He's one of the finest men I know, and Kelly's a straight A student." He paused, flipping through a folder on his desk. "And that's more than I can say for you, young man."

It must have been my file he was looking at. I didn't get very good grades in school. That was Jamie's department. And truthfully, I had gotten into a little trouble at my last school, but nothing serious.

"When you make an accusation like that" said Mr. Keilpatrick, "you'd better have a way to back it up."

"Gary'll tell you" I said.

"Something a little more substantial than the word of Gary Schneider" he said condescendingly. We argued only briefly, and the whole thing ended with me being sent late to my first class with a note saying it was okay that I was late. I had to stand outside the door for a while first, to control myself. I could feel the tears just under the surface. This was supposed to be my day of rescue. I was supposed to be able to go home, pick up my little brother, and tell him that we were leaving there that night.

I couldn't believe the reaction I had gotten. If any kid had told my dad everything I had just told the principal we'd have been out of there in a second. Unfortunately, with thoughts of my dad I did have to squeeze a couple of tears out of my eyes, but I forced them back before the flood came.

My first day at my new school passed quickly. Kelly had told me to come straight home after school, and I got there before any of the others. I said hi to her as I came in the back door and walked through the kitchen, and headed for the bathroom. As I was sitting down on the toilet I remembered what Gary had told me about her trying to catch him all the time in embarrassing situations, and how he didn't even use the toilet if she were home.

It was too late, though. I had to go bad, and it was already starting. I was pushing hard, trying to hurry, when to my horror the door opened and Kelly walked in.

"Get out!" I said, trying to stretch my shirt down over my knees.

"Oh, get over it" she said, opening the medicine cabinet.

"I'm not Charlie, okay? Just get out!" I said.

She just stood there with her arms folded. "I think you need to learn a lesson" she said.

"Please get out" I repeated. I squinted my eyes shut and tilted my head back as I heard a "plop" from the toilet. I was totally humiliated. I knew she was still just standing there looking at me because I didn't hear her moving.

I was done, but I needed to wipe. I just couldn't do it with her standing there.

"Done?" she asked.

I was too humiliated to speak, and I was afraid that if I did say something my voice would break and I'd cry. "Answer me" she said.

Keeping my lips pressed tightly together I opened my eyes and nodded yes.

She stepped over to me, reached down and pulled a wad of toilet paper off the roll. That was it! No way was I going to let her wipe me. "I can do it" I said quickly.

"Well get to it" she said, walking over to the far wall from me. Again she stood with her arms crossed, watching me.

I was a sophomore in high school and she was a senior at that same school. I hadn't even known her a full day yet, and she had seen me practically naked the night before and now here I was on the toilet in front of her. Staring straight ahead I forced myself to half stand, and I reached back and wiped half heartedly once and threw it in the toilet. I flushed and quickly reached for my pants, but she said, "Hold it!"

I sat back down hard and again stretched my shirt down to my knees.

"You do that properly" she said. I was breathing hard now, trying not to cry. "Oh, Christ" she said and walked over to me. She grabbed handfuls of my shirt and started pulling it up over my head.

"Don't!" I said, but she yanked hard and it slid up. I was helpless as I tried to stay on the toilet, and she just pulled it down my arms. "Now" she said slapping me hard twice across my left cheek, "stand up and do a proper job."

With no shirt and my pants around my ankles I was practically naked. Being forced to stand like that and being slapped HARD I couldn't keep the tears out of my eyes. I wanted her dead. I tried to cover my privates with one hand while I reached back and wiped again with the other. "One more time" she said, and I forced myself to obey.

I quickly reached down and yanked up my jeans and underwear, but she said, "Hold on a minute." I finished yanking them up, but didn't button them. Now what? I wondered.

She pulled off a single sheet of toilet paper and said, "You didn't wipe the front properly."

"What?" I said, exasperated and confused.

"Pull down your pants, pull back your skin and dab it" she said.

"No" I said. "You've done enough. Why can't you just leave me alone?" and my voice broke and more tears flowed down my face. I was completely humiliated.

Her face turned red and she said, "You're going to learn not to disobey me, Tom. You're going to learn right now."

With that she threw herself on the bathroom floor on her back and screamed, "Daddy!!!" at the top of her lungs. What was she doing??? I panicked, knowing it was a trap, but unable to think of a way out of it.

"What the -- " said Mr. Foster, pushing his way into the bathroom. Kelly was crying hard on the floor, and she pointed at me and said, "He shoved me!" It was a lie! She knew it was a lie, but the tears were so good even I believed she was crying.

Mr. Foster helped her up, and then turned on me. "Come here you little _s_h_i_t_" he said, grabbing me by the ear. No matter how much I protested my innocense, he just kept dragging me toward his room. Once we were there he took off his belt and grabbed the waistband of my jeans. He practically ripped my pants and underwear down to my ankles and then dragged me over his lap as he sat on his bed.

"Don't!" I yelled, but then I felt the first CRACK of his belt across my ass.

"OW! I screamed. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

He rained blows down on my bare butt and the back of my legs. As I was screaming and pleading for him to stop I saw Kelly come into the room and stand in the doorway. She was leaning there with her arms crossed again, smirking evilly. She was actually enjoying this, the way a normal person would enjoy a movie or a TV show.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! That _d_a_m_n_ belt landed on different parts each time. Sometimes the top of my butt, sometimes just above my knees, then right across the middle of my butt, then across the bottom. My whole backside was on fire and he didn't let up until I was screaming at the top of my lungs "I'M SORRY!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!! NO MORE!!! I'LL BE GOOD!!! I'M SORRY!!! I'M SORRY!!! I'M SORRY!!!

My voice felt hoarse and I hung limply over his lap. Kelly explained then that she had just insisted that I clean myself properly, and I had gotten angry and shoved her away from me. It was a complete lie, but who would believe me?

I felt Mr. Foster reach down and pull my pants and underwear off my ankles. I was powerless to do anything but lay there and sob. I had never been in that much pain in my entire life. "Get back to the bathroom" he said, slapping my ass with his hand.

"Ow!" I yelled again, and jumped off his lap. I just stood there for a second, my face red and tear soaked, and I tried to cover myself with my hands.

"Get moving" he growled, and waived the belt at me.

I ran for the bathroom, and heard them walking behind me. I just stood there with my hands down in front of myself, and I heard them coming and I also heard everyone else come through the front door.

Mr. Foster reached out and pulled off a single sheet of toilet paper and, handing it to me said, "Now you do as you're told."

More tears spilled down my face as I gingerly pulled back my foreskin in front of both of them, dabbed the end of my penis, and just stood there completely and utterly ashamed and humiliated. I was afraid that even though I was being forced to break the wash cloth rule that I'd be punished for it.

"Throw it in the toilet" he said. I obeyed, still standing there with my hands back over my privates. "You remember this if you ever think of disobeying again" he said. "Now get dressed" and he turned and led Kelly out of the room.

The other three boys came around the corner then and I shouted at them to get out and slammed the door. I heard Mr. Foster come angrily down the hall, and then Gary explaining hurriedly that he had accidentally slammed the door and that he was sorry.

Mr. Foster mumbled something, and I swallowed hard and forced myself to stop crying.

The door cracked open and he peeked in. "Let me come in" he said.

Without waiting for me to answer he came in and closed the door behind him. He let out a long whistle as he looked at my ass in the mirror. I turned to see what he was looking at and saw the multiple red welts across my butt and the back of my legs.

"Get in the shower and lean on the tiles" he said. "They're cold. It'll make it better faster."

I did as he said, and winced as my butt touched the shower wall. "Stay there a few seconds and then move down a bit." I did that, too, and felt the wall where my butt had just been. The tiles were warm.

I kept doing that until I ran out of shower wall, but by then the first tiles were cool again and I started over. No choice but to trust each other, Gary had said that morning. I knew what he meant now. I really knew.

"You ready for a little revenge?" he whispered.

I had to breathe through my mouth to stay calm. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to kill them, but I was also terrified of the punishment that would surely follow if we were caught doing something. I stood there frozen in the shower, worried that any little move I made would mean "yes" to Gary's question.

"Wait here" he said. He came back in a minute with my sweats and a t-shirt. "I didn't bring you underwear 'cause it'll hurt too much to wear" he said as I pulled on the clothes he had brought me. "Same goes for regular pants."

He could obviously see the fear in my eyes, because he said, "Revenge is the only way to stay sane here, Tom. Believe me." His face was not two inches from mine, and for just a moment I was afraid he was going to kiss me. Instead he patted my arm and said, "You ready to go back out there?"

"No" I said, not wanting to see any of the rest of the household.

"Come on" he said, tugging on my shirt and walking out of the bathroom. I didn't know if he meant to get "revenge" right this moment or sometime later. I just followed him, scared, through the house. Jamie and Charlie were watching TV, and when Jamie saw me he ran up and said, "Are you -- "

"Not now" I interrupted him. He looked real hurt at that, and I patted his head and said, "Just watch TV for now, okay buddy?"

He did, and I followed Gary into the kitchen even though I knew Kelly would be in there. My heart began to race as I walked nearer, and as I followed Gary in I heard the back door close and saw Kelly leaving through the window. Gary motioned for me to stay there, and he ducked back out into the hall and said, "Where's Kelly going?" to Mr. Foster who was sitting reading a paper in the livingroom.

"She's gone to the market. She'll be right back. Why don't you find something useful to do?"

"Yes, sir" said Gary. He practically ran into the kitchen then. "Come on, come on, come on. Help me!" he said. "We don't have much time." Looking into one of the pots on the stove he said, "Perfect!" and quickly began opening cabinets and getting things ready for dinner. I hurriedly helped him set the table and tidy up the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He ducked back out to check to see that Mr. Foster and the other boys weren't going to come in, and he grabbed two bowls off the table. "Back here" he said, ducking into the washroom area that was off the kitchen.

I couldn't believe what he did next. He unzipped his pants, tugged at the front of his underwear and up sprang his dick, fully erect. He started stroking it right there in front of me and said, "Hurry up. Come on" indicating that I should do the same. We were going to masturbate in their food, I realized and giggled. That was so gross, so -- so WRONG. I gingerly pulled my sweats down. Gary's eyes were closed, and he had tilted his head back a little. Seeing him jerk off like that unashamedly made me hard, and I joined him.

He reached up and spit into his own hand, and started stroking it faster. I did the same. We shot almost simultaneously into our respective bowls. Gary opened his eyes and smiled at me, and then hurriedly closed his pants. I did the same and followed him back into the kitchen.

Kelly had made beef stroganoff, and Gary began spooning it into the two bowls we had, then into all the other bowls around the table. He set out bread and softdrinks, and I was filling the glasses with ice as Kelly came back.

"Well" she said. "Look at this." I couldn't look her in the eye after what had happened earlier. I was starting to have misgivings about what Gary and I had done until I saw her. Then, suddenly, it didn't seem like enough.

We sat down to dinner, and I sniffed loudly to make myself not laugh as Kelly and her dad began to eat. Gary and I couldn't look at each other the whole meal.

Even when Mr. Foster said, "I've come to a decision, boys" I didn't really care what he was going to say. "Since there are four of you now it's getting harder to make sure you all stay in line so we've got a new rule." Silence fell on the room, and I'm sure everyone (except Kelly, of course) was waiting to see what new evil was going to be unleashed on us.

"From now on whenever one of you is punished, you will all be punished. That should help make sure that you police each other so that Kelly doesn't have to do it all on her own." I groaned inwardly. That meant if little Charlie forgot to make his bed or something, my ass was going to feel it. I can't honestly say that I was surprised.

Kelly was smirking evilly at all of us. She was SO looking forward to dishing out more to all of us. Eat my cum, you bitch, I thought over and over again. Eat it and choke on it.