DESTINY 5
The next two days were much the same with Russell and Greg getting us up in the morning and both of them rubbing baby lotion all over us. Carl would get an erection each time Russell rubbed him down as well as when he bathed him. Russell would always snicker about it saying something would have to be done about that. The only good thing, if you can say that, we were not put into girl's panties, but both Russell and Greg said if we did not do everything they said, they would put us in them again and make sure everyone saw.
At breakfast, Russell told Bill about Carl always getting an erection when he was taking care of him and something needs to be done. Greg recommended that Carl be spanked and made to jack off, but Bill said that he would figure something out as he did not want Carl to be masturbating and enjoying it. Russell definitely did as each night in the bath he would make Carl jack off while we all watched. Sometimes he would have him catch it in his hand and lick it up and sometimes he would have me kneel in front of him and have him shoot all over my face and I would have to leave the mess on me all night. Then Russell would usually jack off and shoot over Carl and sometimes me. But we were always gong to bed with dried cum on us.
Saturday morning came and Russell and Greg again woke us at the time they would had it been a school day, saying that we had a lot to do today. After rubbing us down with baby lotion, we got dressed in our white t-shirts, briefs and socks and after breakfast Bill said we were going to change up our room some. We were all in mine and Carl's bedroom where Bill and Russell commenced to take out bed apart. Carl and I were standing in our normal position with hands behind our heads and feet wide apart. It was all Greg could do to not laugh out loud, giggling and such, alluding to what a great bed it was. Carl and I had no idea what was going on until Bill told us to pick up the mattress and follow Russell and Greg to their house. I know I was confused and pretty sure Carl was too, then it dawned on both of us what was about to happen. Carl reached for some jeans to put on but was stopped by Russell that he didn't need them and to carry the bed to his house like we had been told. We were expected to carry the bed down the block wearing only our underwear so every one could see us. Greg was down right elated and smiled and laughed all the way. We were fortunate enough to get to put on shoes but that was all. So Carl and I picked it up and started to Russell's house going out the side gate out into the street to where of course there were both kids and adults out watching us and if not out right laughing they had incredible wide smiles on their faces. Most of the kids followed us commenting about being in our underwear and Russell told them we weren't allowed clothes when we were home and that underwear was all we could wear and sometimes we had to be naked, which threw all the kids into hysterics. Russell told them that little hairless boys did not need to wear clothes outside. That got a big laugh and one boy asked to see if Carl had pubes and Russell made him take his briefs down so everyone could see that he did not have any hair down there, which got another big laugh as well as applause.
We arrived at their house where their mother opened the door and Russell guided us to Greg's bedroom were his bed had already been taken apart. Their mother smiled at us saying how generous it was for us to give Greg a bigger bed as he was a growing boy and needed the room. We then had to get the mattress from Greg's smaller bed and carry it back to our house, then had to carry the box springs over. It was really difficult for me as it was heavy and bulky and we had to make several stops to rest, when the kids would gather around laughing about us being in our underwear out in the street. They had a good time about it all while Carl and I were dejected and quiet not wanting to make it any more worse than it actually was. Bill did not come along leaving Russell and Greg in charge of us. Which the made sure to tell everyone that we had to obey them at all times.
When all was moved from one house to the other, Carl and I had to set the beds up and make them. Greg could hardly wait to try out our bed and jumped up and down on it saying how great it is to be a big boy now and not have to sleep on a little boy's bed. We had to make it up again after he finished jumping on it.
On the way back home, some older boys were playing basketball on the drive in front of one of their houses. They asked Russell if he wanted to play and he said sure and that Carl wanted to play as well. I had to stand on the sideline with my feet spread wide and my hands on my head while Greg and I watched them play. You could tell that Carl was totally embarrassed having to play in his underwear, especially as he knew the boys and went to school with them.
Once the game was over, we went to our room to set up Greg's old bed as our new one. After it was fixed up, Russel had us lay on it together to see how well we fit in it. Of course we didn't fit that well as it was just a small single bed, but sleeping close together would just about allow us to be in it without much difficulty. Russell then told Carl that he stank and needed a bath, which Carl began to dread more than anything else. I just had to stand there in my usual position while Russell washed him, inside and out, and then had him jack off and shoot into his hand and lick it up. It seemed to me that Carl didn't even hesitate any more. Probably more so from not having any choice unless he wanted to be punished than that he liked the idea of it.
After his bath, we were told to get dressed and that we were going for a haircut. Which was kind of ridiculous as we had very little hair on our heads as it was kept short with just a bit of hair. The barber calls it a crew cut. But we would go every other Saturday to get our hair cut. This time Russell and Greg came along, not that they intended to get a haircut. Their hair was longish like a Beatles style as that was quite popular than. They just wanted to be there to see how much more humiliation they could pile on. It was normally busy when we went and this time was no exception. Carl and I had to stand in a corner near the back while everyone else sat, despite the fact that there were empty chairs. But at least we had clothes on. All that were there were just men and boys, dads and sons, no women, but we still seemed to be the center of attention.
When it was Carl's turn, Bill told him to take his t-shirt off so he would get hair all inside it. Russell suggested that it would be a good idea to take his jeans off too so not to get any hair on and in them. Looking at the barber who just shrugged, looking at Bill saying whatever you want, Carl was instructed to take his jeans off as well in front of everyone and climb onto the chair. While he was getting his buzz, Greg told me to take off my t-shirt and pants and to wait in just my underwear for my turn. A boy about our age asked why I had to be in underwear with my hands on my head and Bill told him so I would not get into any trouble.
While this was going on, Russell was carefully watching the room for people's reactions and it seemed that no one really care that two boys were there in just their underwear. Then he noticed the price board on the wall and it mentioned a shave for a couple of bucks. He asked the barber if he could shave Carl and the barber laughed saying he didn't have any hair on his face to shave and it would be some time before he needed to shave his beard. But Russell didn't have in mind for him to shave his face but rather he walked over to the barber and Carl lifting the cape off him and pulling open his briefs and saying no, that he needed to be shave there, where a few stubs were beginning to grow back. The barber was dumbfounded and didn't saying anything looking to Bill and signaling him to come over. The three of them discussed the shaving situation and the barber said he could but it may not go over well with the other customers seeing his body being shaved out in the open. Bill seemed to agree, but Russell was quite upset saying it should be done. The barber said they had a back room where he could do it and Bill agreed, leaving Russell to fume about being told no as he wanted him to be totally humiliated in front of everyone. While I took my place with another barber with Greg standing right beside me, Bill, Russell, Carl and the barber went into the back room for Carl's body shave.
My haircut didn't take so long. Just a couple of swipes and I was done. I started to get dressed but Greg said to stay like I was as we walked to the back room. Russell had a great big smile and it seemed that Bill was enjoying things as well as the barber was. Carl had tears in his eyes as the barber drew the straight razor around his penis and testicles, which of course made Carl erect. The barber shaved every part of his body. The barber then had Bill and Russell pull Carl's legs back over his head spreading them so his hole was on display. The barber lathered him up and commenced to shave Carl's crack. With both Russell and Greg saying cool almost in harmony together like they were attached twins. After his save, Russell was very generous with the barber's aftershave lotion smearing it and rubbing it ll over Carl who shrieked with the stinging pain, especially on his testicles, penis and hole. We were then escorted out to the car, still dressed in just our briefs. Our humiliation was complete, especially Carl's with him having to endure the body shave knowing that everyone in the shop knew what had happened.
That is how things went for the next few months. Woken up in the morning by Russell and Greg, rubbed down with baby lotion, escorted to school where we were made to stand in front of the urinals with our pants and underwear down around our ankles for the duration of the break. to being bathed and violated with fingers up our ass and Carl being forced to masturbate usually shooting his stuff on me, but sometimes having to eat it himself, followed by Russell jacking off and shooting on me and Carl. Wednesday nights at the Y where we were usually on display under the life guard platform. I even noticed the two boys that had hung around with Carl during the summer there, talking to Carl and Russell but mostly to Russell. They would leave then come back a short while later when Carl was made to stand under the platform. He always looked sad compared to the other 3 boys. And there was usually something found every fews days which earned us a paddling by our monitors, who throughly enjoyed their role.
At night, Carl and I would lie close together with Carl spooning into me for most of the night. It was very uncomfortable sleeping together in such a small bed and both Russell and Greg would delight in it as they put us to bed, once again following a rub down with baby lotion. Carl was almost always erect when we were in bed with his erect penis lodged in my butt crack. Many times I would wake to see Bill leading Carl in or out of the room and each time he came back, he would wrap himself around me, almost as if he was protecting me. Every morning I woke up having Carl's morning wood resting between my butt cheeks and sometimes it was moist and wet there as Carl would have wet dreams shooting his stuff on my butt and in my crack. I was not allowed to get cleaned up and would have to spend the day with his dried cum on me.
A few weeks had passed when Bill came into the bathroom while we were being bathed with a package he had received in the mail as well as a bowl of ice and water. After Russell finished shaving Carl and was about to have him jack off, Bill said no and that Carl would not be allowed to masturbate any more and with that he produced a small metal chrome cylinder and then brought the bowl up to Carl's penis and testicles and pulled them into the bowl where the ice water had a sudden and startling affect on Carl's erection and he lost it almost immediately. Bill showed us the cylinder and called it Kali's Teeth. It had a bunch of little spikes molded into the inside and once put on someone, the spikes would into them when getting an erection, causing pain to their encased penis. Although they could begin to get an erection, the pain of the tiny spikes digging into their shaft would usually deter the erection thereby making it extremely painful to the one wearing it.
After Carl had gone limp and his penis was somewhat shriveled up, Bill placed the cylinder around it and then locked it into place with a very small pad lock. Russell and Greg was rolling over laughing with Russell saying how much the boys at school would love to see him in it, which Bill agreed that he could make Carl show it anytime he wanted. Even with his shrunken penis, you could tell he was very uncomfortable with the thing encasing his penis. Greg asked if I was going to have one, not that it was needed as I almost never got erect when I was being played with. Bill said he wished I could be locked up as well but he was unable to find one small enough to fit me. At that time I was very small with my penis hardly being as big as a boys little finger. During our baths, Russell would remove the device from Carl's penis to wash it and you could see small red dots where it had poked into him. Russell was always making Carl show himself at school so the other boys could see the device attached to his penis and they would do their best to make him become erect.
One night, close to the end of school while we were being bathed, my mother unexpectedly came home and came into the bathroom. The silence was deafening. She told Russell and Greg to leave and for me and Carl to get dressed and go to our room. Russell and Greg did not wake us up the next morning and when I came home from school, Bill and Carl and all of their stuff were gone. My mother asked me why I did not tell her what was happening and I said that I had tried but that she had told me that Bill was the man of the house and that I was to do what he told me. She said she was sorry and nothing more was ever said about it. While Greg still harassed me at school, he was no longer a real fixture in my life.