The Halefield Family Adventure: Chapter 4

by Shadow Puppet Theater

mc; mF; mm; Mm; Mdom; mast; anal; inc

“I’m glad we got that sorted out,” Said Anthos “And now that we’ve established who knows what, let’s get back on track. To start, Alison and Cody should switch places.” Alison flopped down on the couch next to her sister, while Cody shuffled to the middle of the room.

“Now then.” He said when everyone had settled down, “Cody, you said that you think your penis isn’t actually that small, right?”

“Yeah…” the teen began, less certainly then before, “I know it’s not huge or anything, but it’s average, right?”

“Well, let’s ask our experts.” Said Anthos. “Michelle, Alison, why don’t you two inspect Cody’s allegedly average phallus. Be thorough, we want a well-researched opinion, after all.”

Michelle and her daughter walked over to Cody, falling to their knees on either side of him. Michelle lightly grasped his foreskin between her thumb and index finger, earning a shudder from the boy. “Sit still honey,” She instructed him while gently pulling his penis away from his body, “mommy can’t get a good look if you keep squirming.”

“D-… don’t talk to… nng!… to m-me like that…” Cody managed to stammer. He stood stiffly, almost like he was standing at attention, his hands slowly curling and uncurling as he struggled to stay still. “I’m not… oh… I’m not a b-baby.”

“Oh yes you are,” teased Alison, ducking under her brother to inspect his scrotum, “You’re just a widdle bitty baby with a widdle sissy pee-pee.” She lightly cupped his ball sack in her hands, holding it close as she got a closer look at it.

“Now Ally,” scolded Michelle, peeling back Cody’s foreskin and looking at his now erect cock, “don’t be mean to your brother. Just because he’s a bit small doesn’t mean he’s a baby.”

The two women continued to inspect Cody’s penis, lightly adjusting it if they needed a better view. All the prodding and pulling was too much for the boy to take, and he began moaning and sweating with the effort of staying still. When Michelle lightly pinched his penis between the first two fingers of each hand, he let out a high-pitched moan and orgasmed, his watery load splashing across his mother’s face and ample breasts.

“Oh!” Cried Michelle, falling backwards onto her cushioned backside. The force of the fall sent tremors through her whole body, making her breasts jiggle wildly. “Aren’t you a lively young man,” she said proudly, getting back on her feet. “I don’t think a ‘widdle bitty baby’ could do that, Alison.” She grabbed her shirt to wipe the semen off her face, when Anthos stopped her.

“Don’t wipe that off,” he said, “You look good with cum dripping off your chin onto your fat tits. Don’t you agree?”

“Yeah.” Michelle said absently, eyeing herself in the mirror. She did look really good with a load of sticky semen drying on her face and boobs. How had she never realized it before? “I never noticed how good this looks.” She said.

“That’s because you’re confused,” Said Anthos pleasantly, “It seems like you’ve been confused about everything today. But that’s okay! As long as you listen to everything I say, you’ll be fine.”

“Okay!” Said Michelle. She was so lucky to have Anthos around to explain things to her. How had she survived before she had met him?

“Now then, back to business.” Anthos went on. “Michelle, Alison, in your expert opinions, having conducted a thorough examination, would you consider Cody’s penis to be ‘average’, as he claims?”

“Not at all,” said Alison, “Sorry little brother, but you are not average. Let’s face it,” she went on, “on a scale from one to ten, Paul’s a nine-and-two-thirds, Anthos is a six, or a seven-and-a-half if he did something about that smell, and you’re a two. Two-and-a-quarter at most.”

“Alison votes nay.” Said Anthos airily, casually ignoring the comment about his aroma, “Michelle?”

“Sorry honey, but I think your sister is right.” Said Michelle. “You are definitely a full two inches below average. But don’t worry. You’re still young, it’s possible it hasn’t fully grown yet. And even if it doesn’t get any bigger, size isn’t everything. Trust me, I’ve known men who were just as small as you who could still leave me totally satisfied.”

“Another vote for nay.” Anthos said. “And our final expert: me.”

“I’ve had a great deal of experience with penises,” he began, “And I mean a lot. So, I must admit, I have seen some smaller then you. But not often. I mean, your nine-year-old prepubescent bother is giving you a close run for your money. That’s a pretty bad sign. Sorry Cody, but I vote nay.”

“That leaves us with a unanimous decision.” Anthos concluded. “Your penis shall now and henceforth be officially labeled ‘pathetically small’. Better luck next time, kid.”

“One thing I’m curious about.” he added, “Did you honestly believe that you were average, or were you just trying to fool yourself?”

“I really thought I was.” Cody said, trying hard not to cry, “Because when I saw my friend Zach’s it was about the same length, and he said that he had looked it up and it was normal.”

“And why were you and Zach showing each other your penises?” Anthos asked.

“We were just curious,” said Cody, “We were talking about girls and stuff and he told me that he didn’t know what it felt like to have someone else touch your penis, and I told him I didn’t either. So we took turns masturbating each other.” He finished, his goth or emo makeup running down his humiliated beet-red face from all the sweating and crying.

“Oh Cody!” declared Anthos cheerfully, “That’s wonderful news!”

“It is?” asked Cody, sniffing back tears.

“Of course it is!” shouted Anthos, “I should have seen it sooner! Between the makeup and the long hair and the waterworks, it was so obvious! Staring me right in the face! Even Alison saw it but somehow I completely missed it!”

“Missed what?” Asked Michelle.

“Cody, you don’t have to be ashamed of your tragically tiny penis!” Anthos said, standing up and walking up to the teen.

“Wha? Why not?” Cody asked doubtfully.

“Because, my dear boy,” Anthos said, throwing his arm around Cody’s shoulder, “You’re supposed to have a tiny cock! You’re a sissy!” He finished grandly.

“I’m a what?” Cody asked.

“You’re a sissy!” Anthos repeated brightly, “A trap! A twink! A fairy! A boytoy! Call it what you want, you’re a lad who was born to be on the bottom.”

“I’m… but I’m not gay.” Said Cody uncertainly.

“Yes you are.” Said Anthos simply. “Look at you. You’re a skinny little dude who wears makeup, grows his hair out and dyes it, and paints his fingernails. You’re either gay or a rock star, and kid: Gene Simmons you are not.”

“It’s not gay, all my friends do it to.” the teenager hazarded. Michelle noticed that his teensy cock was getting hard again.

“Well, all your friends are gay sissies. Think about it. Have you ever had sex with a girl?”

“No,” Cody whispered, his penis now as fully erect as it could be.

“But you have had sex with your friend Zach, right?”

“I guess so…”

“And what does it mean if a boy has sex with other boys?”

“It… it means he’s gay.” Cody said quietly.

“That’s right! Now- oh.” Anthos said, suddenly stopping, “Hang on. You did just cum all over your mother while she was fondling your baby carrot. Huh.”

“So… he’s not gay?” Asked Paul, “I’m kind of confused.”

“Of course you’re confused.” Anthos said, “You’re all confused. That’s why I’m here to help you.”

“He could be bisexual,” offered Alison, “I know this girl named Janey, and-”

“I don’t care about your stupid bimbo friends.” Said Anthos curtly. “But you may be right. Cody must be a submissive bisexual slut. It’s the only reasonable solution.”

“Are you sure?” asked Kelly, “what if he is gay but he’s in denial?”

“No, no.” said Anthos, “A closet queen wouldn’t drool over Pole-Dance-Barbie’s skank-tango like he did. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. The boy clearly likes girls.” He passed for a moment, thinking. “I think we should do a test.” He concluded. “Cody, grab your ankles and spread your legs, we can settle this right now.”

“Okay.” Cody said, bending over and holding onto his legs. Anthos traced his fingers across the teens outthrust ass, causing Cody to softly moan. The pale man slowly teased his flexible digits between Cody’s cheeks, encircling the boy’s puckered sphincter. Cody was panting now, his pathetically small cock even harder then it had been when he was watching Alison. Anthos slowly worked a digit into Cody’s butt, wriggling his finger in like a snake slithering into a hole. Cody was gasping and panting like a dog in heat, his miniature member visibly throbbing as he squirmed with lust. Anthos slipped another finger in, and then another and another, until he had all four fingers squeezed into the young boy’s hole. Cody let out a howl of lust and shuddered in orgasm, his slimy semen landing squarely on his own face. He collapsed limply on the floor, dislodging Anthos’s hand with a wet pop.

“How was that?” Anthos asked the shivering cum stained boy.

“…awesome…” murmured Cody in a post orgasmic haze.

“Better then what mom and I did?” Asked Alison.

“…way better…” The dazed teen cooed dreamily.

“Yeah, he’s totally bi.” Said Alison.

“Now that we’ve confirmed that you’re a sissy bisexual boyslut, you’re probably wondering what that means, right?” Asked Anthos, kneeling down next to the boy. Cody only offered a feeble grunt in response. “Well, let me explain. Obviously, you’re a slut. And slut’s love to fuck, right?” Cody managed to nod his cum-splattered head. “Wrong.” Said Anthos. “Sluts don’t want to fuck, they want to be fucked. You want to let other people dominate you, you want them to treat you like the pathetic little tramp you are.” Cody’s cock began to stir again as Anthos continued to whisper in his ear. “You love being used like a sex-doll, being brutally fucked without any thought of your pleasure or even your comfort. You love to wear pretty makeup and girly clothing, if you wear anything at all. You enjoy it when people call you a whore, or a slut, or a twink, or a mimbo. The more you’re humiliated, the hornier you become.” Cody rolled onto his back and looked up at Anthos, his eyes wide with lust and his mouth hanging open stupidly. “You will let anyone who is interested fuck you. Anyone. And you will let them do anything. And you will love every minute of it.” Cody shuddered blew another load all over himself as he absorbed his new personality. He shuddered and writhed and then went limp, completely overloaded with pleasure, his eyes staring emptily into space as his mind re-wrote itself.

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