Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 15

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 15
by Chadlad

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Chapter 15: Chad's Pooping Problem

When they were all back in the living room again, Todd deposited Chad by the still open window with his red butt facing outward, even though there were no visible observers at the moment. "Did you boys find something to do?" Chad's mother asked pleasantly. "You did make sure that Chad didn't have any fun, didn't you?" Jesse collapsed to the ground in a fit a laughter, holding his sides and bursting into more giggles each time he tried to stop. Tommy fought down a grin and looked at his mother seriously.

"Oh yes, mother, we had a lot of fun. And we made sure Chad didn't have any fun at all." Chad just looked at the floor, thankful that the whole room, at least, didn't know how low his brother had made him sink. Tommy continued. "But Jesse and I forgot to tell you earlier, Chad has a pooping
problem." On the floor, Jesse dissolved into gales of laughter again. The two younger boys giggled.

"What do you mean, a pooping problem?" Mrs. Henson said pleasantly.

"He hasn't gone poo since yesterday," Tommy explained. "He didn't go this morning, and he was in the corner in the classroom all day so he didn't go then, and he didn't go before dinner, either."

"You didn't go before dinner?" she inquired.

"No," Chad admitted, adding nothing else.

"Well, we can't have you constipated along with all your other problems. We'd better deal with that now."

"If you don't mind," Mrs. Morton contributed, "I have just the thing you need across the street. Just wait here and I'll go get it." She rose and quickly left the room.
Within minutes she was back, carrying a rubber bag with a long tube attached with a nozzle on one end. "I use this on the twins when they're plugged up. You just stuff this nozzle deep into their little tushies and take off the clamp, and before you know it they're cleared out again!"

"How long does it take," Chad's mother asked, accepting the apparatus.

"You should make him hold the soapy water inside him for at least 10 minutes before you let him go. That way you can be really sure he gets cleaned out," she replied.

"Ten minutes is an awfully long time," Chad's mother said doubtfully. "Don't they sometimes get painful cramps while they're waiting?"

"Oh, they do sometimes, but that's just part of the
punishment. If it hurts a little, so much the better," Mrs. Morton replied. "It makes the lesson more effective."

"Don't little boys have, well, accidents sometimes while they're trying to hold enemas in that long?" Chad's mother persisted.

"Not my boys," Mrs. Morton said. "For one thing, if they lose control I promise them I'll take a flyswatter to their boy parts. That tends to keep them in line. And I always fill them up outside, by the patio drain, so if there are accidents cleanup is just a matter of using a hose to rinse everything down the drain. And when they've held the liquid in long enough, they can just get on all fours in front of the drain and lean back and let go. Then you just rinse them off and they're done! Thank goodness we live in a community where the patio drains are hooked to the sewer system rather than just draining into the street!"

"What a great system!" Chad's mother said admiringly.
"Chad, follow me to the patio!"

The entire company trooped out the back door of the living room onto the patio. Chad's mother pointed to the drain in the floor and ordered Chad to lie face down on top of it. Not certain what to expect, but having heard Mrs. Morton talk about it being painful, Chad buried his face in his cradled arms and awaited the worst. He was pretty sure that something in that bag was going up his butt, and he had a sneaking suspicion that major humiliation was going to follow. He was glad his face wasn't where everyone could see him.

His genitals were pressed against the cold metal grid of the drain, somewhat uncomfortably. He tried to shift his body to make them more comfortable, but no position seemed to be an improvement. Kneeling beside him, Chad's mother noticed his movement. "Stop that twitching and hold still," she commanded.

She held the bag and tube, and eyed his still bright red and bruised bottom. Having her hands full, she politely asked the two girls to each grip one of his buns and separate them as far as possible so she could "get to his little tushie hole.". They were only two happy to oblige, pulling his well-blistered buns apart while Chad arched his back and winced at the pain of their manipulations of his tortured skin. His mother lined the cold nozzle up with his butt hole, causing him to tense and try to close his buns, but the girls held him too tightly. She then shoved the thick nozzle, which Mrs. Morton had thoughtfully coated thickly with Vaseline, into his rectum in one smooth motion. To Chad if felt like he was suddenly being impaled on a thick plastic finger. His anal sphincter, still sore from Beth's paddling of it, screamed in protest, causing Chad to gasp and begin whimpering.

"Shush," his mother ordered. "That's enough from you." In a few moments, Chad felt warm liquid surging into him, quickly filling his insides. His small penis immediately began hardening. He also immediately felt a strong urge to poo, which grew more intense as he became more full. Just when he though his insides would burst, his mother announced the bag was empty, and she withdrew the nozzle. "Squeeze your butt together, Chad. Don't let anything out until I tell you 10 minutes have gone by." Chad immediately
tightened his sore buns, remembering Mrs. Ross' suggestion concerning taking flyswatters to boys' privates if they didn't hold the liquid. His small wiener strained to erection from the stimulation inside him, still trapped in a mildly painful downward pointing position under his body.

Within moments, Chad was having to fight to keep from
allowing any of the fluid from leaking out. Despite the residual soreness and ache of his butt, and his butt hole, he squeezed his buns together as hard as he could and
clamped down on his sphincter. The internal pressure was also creating a powerful tingling in his lower groin. His small penis grew harder, pressing painfully against the ridges of the grating under his privates. Chad was glad he was face down, both to conceal his small but rock hard erection and so that he could bury his embarrassed face in his arms. As he fought the increasingly strong liquid pressures trying to force their way out of his butt hole, his mind was racing ahead to what was to come. It was bad enough with everyone watching him as he fought to keep from pooping himself like a baby. But what was going to happen at the end of 10 minutes? From the conversation inside he knew that he'd been brought out here over the drain because they expected him to empty himself out here, but he couldn't remember how Mrs. Morton said that would happen. Did they say he was going to squat over the drain to poo? That wouldn't be too bad, except that he'd have to turn over and spread his legs, and his embarrassing hard-on would be revealed to everyone. But at least in that position they wouldn't actually see him pooping, only the results of his action. He steeled himself – he could do that, he decided. He'd never pooed in front of anyone that he could remember, but at least he could get his butt really close to the drain and they wouldn't be able to see much.

While he was thinking his way through this, Beth suddenly spoke up. "Mother, if I could make a suggestion? I think Chad should roll over and lie face up while he waits. That way we can all see his face and make sure that he's trying his hardest to hold it in."

"What an excellent idea, Beth," Chad's mother said. "You're a natural at disciplining our brother. I feel so much better now that I know when I'm at work I can leave him in your hands." She spoke to Chad, nudging his middle with her shoe. "Roll over, son, so we can all see that you're
actually trying to follow my instructions. I wouldn't want to have to punish you for not trying hard enough." Chad reluctantly rolled over, putting his hands back to cradle his head. His freed penis popped up to bob in the air in a perpendicular position.

"Hey," Tommy said, pointing to his brother's skyward
pointing phallus. "He looks like the pole in our ring toss set!" He indicated the set, lying next to the patio table.

"Oh, let's play ring toss!" Jesse immediately shouted. He picked up the rings.

"Can we play, mother? It will help pass the time while we wait," Beth pleaded.

"Sure, why not?" Chad's mother said gaily. "You kids can have a contest." There was a moment of jostling as the kids lined up and decided the distance of their throw.

"We'd better get pretty close," Beth commented. "It's a mighty short pole!" This brought guffaws from Tommy and Jesse and serious nods from the younger boys. Tommy went first, his ring going wide and landing on Chad's stomach. Then came Jesse, who managed to bounce his ring off Chad's thigh to land, leaning, against the side of Chad's phallus.

"That's a leaner," Jesse said confidently. "One point for me." He plucked the ring off and turned to watch the next throw.

Beth took her time lining up her ring, managing to neatly loop it over Chad's erect penis, where it circled once before settling. "Yes!" she shouted, retrieving the ring but making sure she stroked Chad's penis at the same time. The twins were next. Todd missed entirely, tossing the ring on the edge of the lawn. Rod's throw, however, was just a bit short, the edge of the ring striking endways squarely on Chad's wrinkled scrotum, causing him to groan suddenly in pain and clap both hands over his suddenly aching nuts. His penis immediately began deflating.

"Oh, you broke it," Beth said, laughing.

"That's okay," Chad's mother said. "It's time for Chad to expel his enema, anyway."

Chad sat up and got to his feet, still caressing his sore genitals and fighting the urge to poo all over himself. He had to keep his butt tightly clenched. He started to squat over the drain, but his mother wasn't having that. She quickly guided him down to all fours, his butt facing the drain. Then she quickly shoved each of his legs forward and apart, so that they were straddling the drain with his butt open and spread. Chad didn't care anymore how humiliating his position was, or how wide open his butt was, or how many girls and boys were watching him poo. He couldn't hold it anymore. Liquid shot out of his sphincter and into the drain in one long spurt. As it dribbled to a stop, Chad continued pushing, trying as hard as he could to expel the burning feeling the fluid was creating inside him. A second spurt of liquid dribbled out to travel down the skin between his legs and drip off his scrotum into the drain. Chad could feel the solid mass inside him fighting to get out and, succumbing to the inevitable, began to push in earnest. The children gathered on the patio watched in fascination as the boy's wrinkled orifice opened like a small mouth and began doing what butt holes do.

"Wow, I've never seen anyone go poo before," Jesse whispered to the other three boys. "It looks like a little mouth opening up, except stuff comes out of it instead of going in."

"It looks like the Play-Doh factory, " Tommy responded. "You know, when you push down the handle and stuff comes out the hole?" They watched raptly as Chad finished, and the opening flexed shut again, pulsing a few times before
holding still.

"No question about it, boys are gross," Beth commented. "Who's going to wipe up that mess?"

"That's the beauty of cleaning him out here," Mrs. Reed replied. "You just hose him off and wash it all down the drain.

While she was talking, Chad's mother had placed a squirting nozzle on the hose, and aimed it at Chad, ordering him to hold still and stay in the position on all fours. She first washed the residuals of Chad's efforts down the drain, then aimed the water at the area between Chad's anus and the ground. She systematically washed down his crack and his scrotum, then down each leg. At that point, she ordered Chad to stand and systematically washed down his whole lower body. "Spread you butt," she ordered, placing the nozzle inches from his hole. Chad bit his lower lip as the water stung the soft, sensitive skin under and around his orifice, and winced as she sprayed his genitals roughly with the nozzle from only inches away. His soft penis distorted itself and shifted around as she shifted the angle of the spray, gradually hardening again from the stimulation. Mrs. Henson seemed amused by that, playing the stream up and down his penis until it was again at full attention before
finally shutting the water off. Chad stood there, his lower half dripping. I can't believe I did it, he thought to himself, now that relief from burning internal pain wasn't his main concern. I can't believe I just pooped in front of everyone!

Meanwhile, Karen, ever practical, raised another point. "We didn't bring out a towel – should I go get one?"

"We shouldn't waste a good towel on him," Beth said
dismissively. "I think he should just jump up and down or something until he's dry."

"That's an excellent idea, Beth," their mother exclaimed. "He could use the exercise, anyway. Chad, start doing jumping jacks, and don't stop until you're completely dry. Chad began half-heartedly to comply, jumping slightly and raising his arms about half way a few times. His bottom muscles still throbbed with each movement. He was taken by surprise by a stinging swat on his bare bottom. He turned to see that his mother was standing behind him, holding a fly swatter she'd retrieved from the patio table. "Faster," she ordered. "Do them right, or the next swat is on your boy parts." Chad immediately began jumping more
energetically. "Jump higher," his mother ordered. "I expect to hear your little wee-wee slap your tummy each time you jump, or I'll slap it myself!" Chad blushed again at hearing his treasured favorite plaything called a "little wee-wee," but he began jumping for all he was worth, his erect penis slapping against his tummy with each bounce with a loud smacking sound, and his small ball sack jiggling with the effort he was expending. The two girls enjoyed his bouncing genitals greatly, and even the 4 boys were watching his privates bounce with rapt attention, Chad's mother noted with satisfaction. Truth be told, even Chad was enjoying the smack of his penis head against his stomach, and sexual excitement began spreading down from the head of his tool into his groin. His mother noticed the greater jerkiness of his motion and, wanting to reduce any chances of him
enjoying himself, ordered Chad to stop. He obeyed,
frustrated, fighting hard the desire to reach down and finish bringing himself to orgasm. The enema and following physical stimulation had made him all tickly inside! (His brother Tommy would have used the word "horny," but Chad was Chad.)

"I think he should do some toe touches, now, mother," Beth suggested. "You heard her," Chad's mother commanded.
"Start touching your toes, now!" Chad bent down toward his toes and started to straighten up again, only to be
surprised by another stinging smack on his rear end. He straightened up, grabbing at the sore spot. "I said touch your toes, not your ankles," his mother said angrily. "And get those legs farther apart!" Chad hastened to comply, moving his feet father apart. He tried touching his toes again, bending over all the way this time until his
fingertips grazed his bare toes. As his head came down to where he could see back through his legs, he saw to his chagrin that the group of children had moved over behind him for a clear view of his spread butt every time he reached down. His face burned in humiliation at the show he was giving them, with his pursed hole and dangling balls
appearing each time he bent over. The children, for their parts, noted that his butt hole had become quite red from the combined effects of the enema and the vigorous washing with the hose, and Chad's crack and the skin between his legs was blushing pink as well. Chad continued touching his toes for more than 2 minutes, his breath getting faster, his body getting more flushed, and his movements getting slower as he became more tired and his muscles began aching.
Finally his mother pronounced him dry enough, and allowed him to stop and catch his breath.

While he was doing so, Beth announced, "While we're waiting, Karen and I would like to read you a little poem we wrote while the boys were upstairs." She pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and began to read, with Karen chiming in a few seconds later in unison.

"Chad got paddled on his little bare butt.
We got to see his wiener and we got to see his nuts.
He acted like a brat and he didn't try to mind,
So we all had to spank him on his bare behind."

"This is the chorus part," she said, stopping a moment. "You can watch us this time, then you'll be able to join in the next verse. Setting the paper on the table, she and Karen proceeded to chant and clap the next part.