"Leave."
He squatted in front of her and looked her squarely in the eye. "One more word from you, and I will put you in a diaper and make it so that I have to personally change you every time you mess. Do you want that? Just so you know, I love adult babies."
Baylor quickly shook her head.
"Good, now go."
Tears welled in her eyes, from both the pain and humiliation. When Terry saw that she was making no progress, he announced that he was going to take the next, more aggressive step. Baylor looked desperately at her daddies.
"What's he going to do? Please, no more spanking."
"He's not going to spank you, baby," Hayden said, picking her up and kissing her on the bridge of the nose. "He is just going to give you an enema."
"No!" Baylor struggled to escape Hayden's hold—without success. She clung tightly to his neck when Terry returned. He carried a soft, blue container with a long hose in one hand, and a large pitcher in another.
"Are you going to hold her in place? Good. Put some towels on the ground under your feet, and I'll put one on your lap," he said to Hayden. He handed Jake the pitcher. "Fill this with warm water, about bath temperature, and add that package of castile soap to it. Try not to get it too sudsy."
"Uncle Terry, please don't do this," Baylor begged, as Hayden easily laid her over his long thighs.
"It's for your own good."
"Hey, how come no one woke me up?" Matt asked, joining the crew. "Cool, an enema. Lucky girl."
"Bite me, you jerk. OW! Daddy!" Baylor yelped as Hayden swatted her.
"While Jake is making up the solution, massage this gently into her rectum," Terry instructed, slipping a glove onto Hayden's hand and applying a dab of lidocaine gel to the tip.
"Take it easy, Ladybug. This will numb you right up. It feels good, doesn't it?" Hayden said.
Baylor was more interested in trying to make herself disappear than she was with the gentle pressure he was putting on her sore exit point. Slowly and carefully, he massaged the swollen flesh, taking an inordinate amount of time to make certain the gel was thoroughly rubbed in.
Terry cleared his throat. "When you are done playing with her, let me know. She's already uncomfortable enough, and I don't think you are helping her feel any better."
"I'm not making her feel any worse, am I?" Hayden asked cheerfully. "Do you want me to spread her for you?"
"Oh, God…" Baylor whimpered, reaching her hands behind her back. "Please stop this."
"Matthew, hold her hands in front of her," Terry ordered.
"No! Ow! Stop spanking me! Ow!"
"I warned you that we will not have any fuss, didn't I? Baylor? Answer me."
"Yes, sir," she whimpered. "Daddy? Help me." She looked at Jake, knowing that Hayden was too busy enjoying himself in his element of anal play to stop anything.
"No, baby. He's right. Be a big girl and take your medicine," Jake said.
"This won't hurt a bit. I'll go nice and slow. I'm just sliding the nozzle in," Terry said soothingly, edging the cold tube past her throbbing tissue. "Why are you crying? It doesn't hurt."
"I'm so embarrassed," she whimpered.
"I told you that there is nothing to be embarrassed about."
"You aren't on display in front of four men, either."
"No, he wouldn't like that." Matt chuckled. "He's not an exhibitionist but he does like an audience."
"Lay off," Terry growled. "Listen to me, Angel. The four men in this room love you dearly and want the best for you. Just remember that when you face moments like these, because there are going to be a lot of them. You're going to feel some warmth, and then maybe some rumbling. This is only to keep you from feeling more hurts down there. Here we go."
Baylor whimpered as she felt the fluid slowly trickling into her body, her discomfort slowly replacing the humiliation. Terry supplied her with a light blanket to cover her naked bottom, although Hayden kept turning it back so that he could lightly stroke her bruises and play with the curves of her rump. The four men chatted merrily around her, behaving as though she was not undergoing the mortifying procedure.
"How are you holding up?" Terry asked, after the bag had emptied.
"I want to dig a hole and bury myself in it. My tummy is cramping."
"Stay there for a few more minutes. Hayden, spread your knees so her belly doesn't press against them."
"He sure is bossy when he thinks he's in charge," Hayden commented to Matt, separating his legs and placing his hand between Baylor's thighs to hold her in place.
"Tell me about it. You should hear him when we go on dates," Matt replied.
Jake slid down to the floor and leaned his head back against the bed to be on a level with Baylor's. "You're hating this, aren't you?"
"I never want to speak to any of you again."
"Yes, you do. I love you."
"Don't talk to me," she spat.
"T? She's getting cranky." Jake laughed, kissing her nose and standing up.
"I need to go. Please?" Baylor asked, feeling her face break into a cold sweat.
"I'll take care of this. You three, out of here. There is no need to humiliate her any more than we already have," Terry ordered, snapping his fingers and pointing to the door.
"She's my baby, I can stay if I want," Hayden protested.
"She's my little sister, so I can stay too," Matt added.
"Well, she belongs to me as well, and I say we give the girl some privacy. Let's go." Jake ushered them out once Terry had picked Baylor up off Hayden's lap. After locking the door behind them, he took her into the bathroom and sat her down.
"Uncle Terry, please…"
"I'm not budging."
Baylor hid her face as her body released the liquid. Her hands moved to her stomach, clutching it while it churned and gurgled painfully.
"I'm dying," she whimpered, rocking back and forth.
"You'll be fine. Are you still sore back there?"
"I don't feel anything except my tummy. It feels like there's a parade going on in there."
"I'm going to run you a warm bath in Hayden's tub. Who do you want to bathe you?"
"I can bathe myself."
"Baylor…"
"You can, Uncle Terry. I don't want to be groped right now."
"Okay, baby." He sounded pleased. "I'll be back in a few."
It felt like she had been sitting there for hours before her body finally felt like it was empty. She had her face in the sink and was splashing cold water on it when Terry returned.
"Aw, my poor thing. Let's get you comfy now," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the tub. He pulled the shirt up over her head and helped her in without her giving any words of protest. She lowered herself cautiously into the warm water, surprised to find it was only a few inches deep under the bubble.
"Where's the bath?"
"It's called a sitz bath. These are Epsom salts that will help reduce some swelling and make your bottom feel better. I also have a very special ice-pack that we will use afterwards."
"It's scary how much you know about aftercare for an asshole," Baylor stated.
"You didn't meet my ex."
"Ha ha," Baylor said, leaning forward for him to wash her back.
"Get on your hands and knees."
"No… nonono… I'm doing it! OW! Let go of my ear."
"You're a slow learner, little girl," Terry scolded, pulling her forward and smacking her wet bottom three times.
Baylor shook her head as he gently parted her fleshy cheeks. "Why are you doing this to me?"
He patted her thigh and pushed her back to a sitting position. "For a number of reasons. One, to look out for you. Anal sex can be very hard if you aren't used to it, and both your boys are in love with your ass as much as they love your heart. Second, you don't mind us very well. This seems to be the area wherein we get the greatest resistance. You will learn that there are two types of humiliation, baby. One like what your ex did—which was meant to cause yo
u shame and embarrassment to gain for himself. And another, like this modesty thing—which is meant to free you from the constraints of being self-conscious."
"Are you saying that all this is for my own good, and that none of you have anything to gain from it?" she asked.
"Yes and no. Yes, it is for your own good because it will help you build trust and confidence. No, we have a lot to gain from it. Besides our own personal interests, it will make you feel more at ease in your new lifestyle, and that benefits everybody. You will find that you will slide into your little girl mode more easily when modesty is eliminated. Think of how a toddler runs around naked, and how freeing it is. We want you to feel that."
"I don't see that coming anytime soon."
"We'll see. Sit here a bit longer. I'll go get you a glass of juice. Do not get out of this tub without me," he added sternly.
"Yes, Uncle Terry."
"Good girl. You also know that I intend to break you of saying 'no' to us when it comes to taking care of you, right?"
"I guessed that." Baylor sighed.
"Does that concept really upset you?"
"No, I guess not. It's not like any of you make fun of me or say anything mean. I guess I have a lot of hang ups."
"You are simply like a bowl of vanilla ice-cream that is being introduced to a bunch of new flavors, including a couple of bananas, fruit toppings, and a whole lot of nuts." He laughed, tweaking her nose. "Try to just sit back and enjoy."
"Easier said than done."
"That it is, my girl. That it is."
Terry returned several minutes later with a glass of fresh orange juice and some toast, which he made her finish before he lifted her from the bath. As he patted her dry, he told her that there was one last thing he was going to do.
"I told you that I had a special ice pack. Just a warning, you will not like it, but if you can give it five minutes, then I promise to leave your bottom alone for the rest of the day."
"Even a spanking?" she asked hopefully.
"No. That is always exempt."
"That sucks."
"Just be good. Lie over these pillows," he said, piling several on the bed.
With a tired sigh, Baylor obeyed. After all, what could be worse—or more humiliating—than what she had already endured? And it was just Terry this time, too.
"What the fuck?" she yelped, trying to escape the icy probe that suddenly slid inside her tender hole.
Terry held her in place. "I told you that it was cold and you wouldn't like it. Stay still."
"Get it out!"
"Five minutes. I'm moving it back and forth to keep it from feeling like it's burning. Stay put."
"No! Stop!" Baylor squealed, trying to escape his strong grip. He leaned over her back, pinning her down, and gently eased the long, slender icicle in and out of her tortured anus. She kicked and screamed, called him names, and made such a fuss that everyone in the house came up to investigate.
"Damn, I hate that thing." Matt shuddered. "Bay? It helps. I know how it feels. At least he moves it. That keeps it from burning."
Tears flowed from her eyes again. "Daddy! I need my Daddies."
"We're right here, baby. Shhh," Jake said, lying down and touching his forehead to hers.
Hayden joined them. "You poor thing. It's almost over. I'm sorry you had to go through all this. It's my fault."
"Mine, too. It was too much for you right now. Forgive me?" Jake asked.
"My bottom will never feel the same again," she sobbed.
"It will, I promise. Shhh," Jake cooed. "Let me tell you a story. When Dad told me that he was getting married and bringing me a kid brother, I was so pissed that I ran away."
"Yeah, and he went really far. Straight down to the basement, where he locked himself in." Hayden laughed. "Jakers hid out there for two days before I showed up. His dad was in a panic because he was all alone down there and wouldn't talk to him."
"Dad must have called Mom every ten minutes because he was so worried. Mom, though, told him to trust that I would sort things out in time. She said that everything would come together after the shock was over. She and Hayden arrived the next day."
"I was just as miserable. I mean, I'd been forced to leave England, my friends, my home… and was now in this place that was nothing but sand and rock. When we got to the house, I ran outside. I saw the basement window and heard video games, so I pounded on it. That's when I met Jake. I was so scared, and couldn't stop crying. He took pity on me and let me stay."
"They let an eight and nine-year-old stay in a basement alone?" Baylor asked.
"Yep. Really, there was no safer place for us to hide out at. To start with, there was enough food down there to supply us for a year," Hayden said.
"And a refrigerator, microwave, bathroom, a TV, ping pong table, video games. We had everything a couple of boys could need. Except girls, of course," Jake added, stroking her hands.
"Our folks just left us there to get to know each other. We became best friends. About three days after I showed up on his doorstep, old Matt here came tapping on the window and joined us," Hayden said.
Matt lay down next to them. "I remember that. Jake slugged me because I asked why the other kid talked so funny."
"We raised such a ruckus that the folks broke down the door and came down to investigate. That was when they discovered what we had been getting into. Dad had a freaking cow." Jake chuckled.
"That was because we busted into his stash of bourbon," Hayden reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," Jake said. "I forgot about that. I was thinking that his fit was because we ruined his Cuban cigars by experimenting with them. Anyway, once the air cleared from all the steam coming out of the old man's ears, Mom suggested that he give us his basement as a wedding gift. That was when we all saw how her influence changed our lives." He sounded sad.
"I miss her," Hayden sighed. "She made us a family. She even adopted Matt after his folks tossed him out. He lived with us for four years before he joined the Peace Corps."
"Why did they do that?" Baylor asked, so enthralled with their story that she didn't notice Terry had removed the ice pack.
"They found out I was gay. It was not something that people embraced in our part of the world, especially by that generation. My folks had me late in life, and were very set in their ways," Matt said.
"I'm so sorry."
"The Patersons had known me since I was a kid, and always had a place for me. I spent a lot of time over there, mainly to avoid my father's insistence that I make something of myself other than being a naturalist. He didn't understand that I sought refuge in the desert because I didn't fit in anywhere else."
"Did you have feelings for Jake?" Baylor asked cautiously.
"I love Jake. He's like a brother to me, but nothing more. Hayden, too. I really didn't have feelings for anyone until they introduced me to T-Bear," Matt told her.
Terry lay down next to Matt and wrapped his arm round the man's shoulders. "It was my birthday, and these smartasses thought it would be funny to have a handsome, naked man jump out of a cake for me. Neither one of us suspected that it would be love at first sight."
"Aww," Baylor said.
"You're done here, baby. Let's get you dressed and then we can go downstairs and finish that movie," Jake said, kissing her palm. "We're going to start a new routine with you. Homework, movie night, family time, rewards and, of course, discipline. We will give you the layout tomorrow when you can pay better attention, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Baylor rose slowly, shocked to see that she had been lying there naked without feeling uncomfortable. Jake pulled a warm shirt over her head, Hayden helped her into sweat pants, and Matt slipped a pair of socks over her feet. She felt nothing but the love coming from them, and her heart filled with joy. Maybe Uncle Terry was right after all—it did feel good to be taken care of.
Chapter Sixteen
"Baylor? Where is she?" Jake called, tossing his keys on the shelf. "I want my hugs."
"I haven't seen her. I was gone all day. I had to grab some quiet time in my office on base and sort through those stupid files," Hayden said. "Did you look next door?"
"Yeah. The house is locked, the lights are off, and her car is in the driveway. Did she go for a walk?"
"Without telling us? She never does that. Have you tried her cell?" Hayden asked.
"No answer," Jake said.
"Maybe she's in her room taking a nap."
"She hates naps, remember? She wouldn't do that unless she was sick. I'll go check." He returned several minutes later. "Not a trace. Do you think she's hiding? I noticed that she didn't finish unpacking her box for today, and I don't see that budget I asked for on my desk."
"I don't know, bro," Hayden said, plopping down on the couch. "She'll be fine. You are such a mother. What is that stupid lizard hissing at?"
"Who knows? It's probably thinking of how to make you its next meal," Jake retorted.
Baylor hid behind the couch in the living room, pretending to be invisible. She glared back at the Gila monster, who seemed to be intent on revealing her location by staring at her from the enclosure. She stuck her tongue out at it, and wrinkled her nose as it returned the gesture.
As part of their new routine, Jake and Hayden had been assigning her chores to complete before they came home from work. Some of them were fun, like processing photographs in the new darkroom everyone had built for her. Others—not so much. She was supposed to be sifting through the boxes of crap from her move and getting rid of old things. One box a day, any size she wanted. Over the last three weeks, she had finished all the small ones, but the larger ones still loomed over her like skyscrapers. She was also supposed to do this nasty, ugly thing called a budget that she had found one excuse after another not to complete—the holidays, a headache, work, slowing of her tablet, a thundercloud on the horizon which was a bad omen, a spider in the bathtub… she had been very creative, but Jake had finally put his foot down. It had been due yesterday afternoon but, because she had been called out on an assignment and was completing the department's newsletter, Jake had allowed her an extra day. However, he'd also promised her an 'ass whooping' if she procrastinated again.
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