Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 48
by Chadlad
copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Suddenly, bright light was in Chad's eyes and it was morning again. "Come on, wake up," Tommy was saying, as Jesse whipped Chad's sheet off and stared at his morning hard on pointing toward Chad's face. Both boys were clad only in tight white briefs. "If you want to pee, you have to do something for me!" Tommy chanted, grinning. "I could be the next Dr. Seuss, you know," he said, pushing his undies down and kicking them off, leaving him as naked as Chad, his hard penis pointing at Chad. A week ago, Chad would never have believed his brother would parade around in front of him and Jesse butt naked like that. "I'm Dr. Seuss, I tell you," Tommy insisted. "Will you suck it in your bed? Can I stick it in your head?" he said mockingly, straddling his restrained brother's just under his arm pits and lowering his crotch to Chad's mouth. "Will you suck my dick for me, even though that's where I pee?" Jesse fell on the floor in hysterics. Chad opened his mouth, knowing he had no choice but to get it over with, and accepted his brother's hard boyhood. "Yes, I'll suck my brother's dick, even though it makes me sick," he finished, ramming himself into Chad's mouth.
For the umpteenth time in a week, Chad had to endure his brother's thrusting member. As Tommy built up a rhythm, he attempted more rhymes. "Will you suck me 'til I cum, and then kiss me on my bum?" he panted, thrusting harder. "Will you suck me really hard, even- even- even- oh crap!" Tommy croaked, his pulsing member delivered a few meager drops of fluid. His penis pulsed a few times more in Chad's mouth, and then he withdrew. "Couldn't think of a rhyme on that last one," he admitted, clambering off.
Then, of course, it was the horny little Jesse's turn to hump Chad's face with wild abandon, his orgasm so loud Tommy had to clap a hand over his mouth. Tommy had slipped his underpants back on as soon as he was done, but Jesse strutted around the room butt naked with his spit-coated drooping boner on display. "Your brother is the best dick sucker in the whole world," he proclaimed. "I could go for this every day!" He looked at Chad, as Tommy began untying him. "How do I taste," he asked? "Kinda salty, I'll bet! And kind of rubbery, right?"
That's pretty much right, Chad thought to himself. Tommy looked at Jesse oddly. "Why do you care how you taste to him?" he asked. "We're just doing it to punish him. It's not like we wouldn't prefer getting it from a girl."
"Yeah, I know," Jesse said, somewhat chastened. He leapt into his underpants, his penis now limp at the base, but still orgasm swollen at the tip. "But didn't you ever wonder what it was like for Chad?"
"No," Tommy said forcefully. "I don't care. It only matters that he hates it." Chad swung his feet off the bed, grateful to be led directly to the hall bathroom, where he obligingly sat down and aimed his hard wiener down to pee.
Jesse watched him raptly. "Wow," he said as Chad finished. "You had to go bad! I bet you had a whole pint in you." He reached over with a wad of toilet paper and swiped the end of Chad's penis, clearing the residual wetness. "Gotta make it dry," he explained. "You're going to Beth's room, and that's what she ordered."
They proceeded down the hall, neither Jesse nor Tommy apparently worried about being seen by Beth in their underpants. Tommy knocked, and when a sleepy Beth answered, shoved Chad at her and raced back to his room, Jesse in pursuit. Beth dragged Chad inside.
"Time for more practice in not cumming," Beth said, dragging him over to her bed. She made him lie on his back, then took 4 of her scarves and, with Karen's help, secured him to her bed by his ankles and wrists. He lie there spread- eagled, his penis beginning to rise until it pointed at an angle between the ceiling and his face.
Karen stepped over elegantly in her nightgown and settled between his spread legs, regarding his genitals, his butt crack, and his shy little anus peeking out between his spread legs. Slowly, deliberately, she spit on the flat of her right thumb. She circled the base of his penis with her left hand and gripped tightly, then place the fingers of her right hand against the top side of his penis and took her wet thumb and began teasingly stroking just the are around the fleshly knob under his penis head. The most amazing sensations began spreading out from that spot in Chad. It was entirely too tickly, and he longed for her to move her other hand on his shaft and give him some real stimulation, but the orgasmic pressure began building in him anyway, causing random butt clenches and repeated gasps. Karen was a master at sensing when he was near cumming, freezing her hand when his wiener would begin pulsing and his butt clenching, moving her thumb again when the pressure began dying. Chad realized that he'd never be able to masturbate himself so superbly, because he would not have been able to resist putting himself over the edge each time the feelings built up. Beth was watching him, the electric prod in her hand.
"No cumming until 7 o'clock," she announced, waving the prod meaningfully. "Each time you do, you're getting a dose of this on whatever boy part I think needs it the most."
Chad quailed, but his thoughts couldn't go far from the marvelous feelings Karen was creating in him. She played him masterfully, letting him near orgasm but never letting him crest. He realized after 10 minutes of frustration that she was actually on his side in this, carefully keeping him from cumming to spare him Beth's torture. But the slow manipulation she was doing was a torture all its own.
Finally with just one minute to go, the dam burst and Karen was unable to stop it. Chad thrashed, his tight little butt tensing violently, and he thrust his hips skyward, straining on all four bonds as he underwent the most violent orgasm he'd ever had. He was shocked to feel a sort of fullness move through him, and to his surprise as well as Beth's and Karen's, a few drops of wetness spilled from his pee slit and slithered down the underside of his little penis, wetly coating Karen's thumb and intensifying the effects of her gently stroking. As Chad's thrashing and butt squeezing subsided, both Karen and Beth stared at the slimy wetness.
"Is that what I think it is?" Beth said with wonder, all thought of punishing her brother forgotten.
Karen released the boy's penis and examined her thumb, then sniffed it. "Musty, slimy, and smelling like boy," she reported. It's exactly what you think it is."
Chad, meanwhile, was watching the girls with growing anxiety. He had felt the liquid leave him, and now could see the glisten of Karen's thumb. He'd peed on her! He couldn't understand it – he'd never peed during orgasm before. Sure he could pee right afterward, but not when his wiener was still hard and thrusting, and the pleasure was in him.
"Oops," he ventured. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pee on you!"
Karen looked at him and smiled, not appearing to be angry at all, and Beth actually looked relatively sisterly as she replied. "It's not pee, you moron. It's cum! It's genuine, honest to goodness, little boy cum! Oh, it's clear, not milky like the real thing. You're not dangerous yet. But it's real little boy cum!" She turned to Karen. "I guess little brother is growing up despite outside appearances." She plucked a Kleenex out of the box by her bed and swiped Chad's penis tip dry, tossing another at Karen to use to clean her thumb.
"I've seen this before," Karen said. "You know Sandra Ashforth? She says that when little boys who are just entering puberty play with themselves a lot, they start making clear cum even before their balls grow much. My mom says that's not true, but we have been giving him quite a workout, so who knows."
Realization dawned on Chad. He'd wet cum! He wasn't a dry cummer any more! He was even ahead of Jimmy, and almost caught up with Alan! He could hold his head up with Tommy now – he could wet cum! A contented feeling, complemented by his post orgasmic state overwhelmed him, and he settled into Beth's bed with a sigh.
Of course, it didn't end there for him. The electric prod was forgotten. The Henson household seldom stirred much before 10 on Sunday mornings, and Beth and Karen spent that time taking turns gently teasing his wiener, using Karen's thumb technique and trying to keep him on edge as long as possible to see if they could make him wet cum again. They succeeded twice more, each time getting a spot of fluid out of him to their intense gratification. In between tormenting his penis, they watched cable TV on Beth's set, chatted about cosmetics, boys, and people in school, and tried on various outfits, so that Chad repeatedly saw Karen in just her lacy blue bra and matching blue panties. At one point, when she sat down to try on a blouse, he would have sworn he saw the outlines of her vulva, a sight that immediately drove him over the edge and caused him to wet the thumb of his sister.
At 10, they trooped down to breakfast, Chad helping as they dug out bagels, lox, and cream cheese, and cut up fruit. He himself had to serve once again, but after he'd cleaned up everyone else's mess, Tommy offered him a bagel with cream cheese on it! Chad was almost in ecstasy as he ate – they'd given him real food! He snarfed it quickly, before they could change their minds, and wondered what torture they had in mind for him today.
After he'd cleaned up the kitchen, Tommy and Jesse led the naked Chad to the bathroom for a quick pee, and then into the living room. His sister and Karen were settling down, where a current movie on HBO was about to start. "Put it there," Beth said to Tommy and Jesse, indicating the hassock. Chad sat down. "No, not like that," Beth said irritably. "In the inspection position. Butt toward the TV so you can't watch it."
Chad assumed the position, hating the lewd display of his bare genital and rectal regions. Beth sauntered over, the cattle prod modified for humans in her hand. "We're going to play a little game during the movie, brother of mine," she said. "You had too much fun before brunch, so now you need to suffer." She waved the cattle prod at his face. "Here's the way it's going to go. I've made a list of 7 places on your body that I might use the cattle prod on. Every 10 minutes, you get to pick two body parts. If one of your picks is the part I've chosen for your next prod, you get spared. If neither of your two choices is the one I've chosen, you get the shock on that part. The first two shocks will be on the number 1 setting, the next two on the number 2 setting, and so on. We'll play until the final credits of the movies roll. If you guess right every time, you don't get any shocks. The more you get right, the fewer shocks you get, and the lower the settings."
She propped a big piece of cardboard on the couch, where Chad could see it when he looked to the side. It read:
He looked at his sister from between his spread legs, hoping she was just trying to scare him, but she looked deadly serious. "By the way," she added. "If you earn a shock, you have to stay in the inspection position until you get it. Then you can be in any position you want for the next 5 minutes, as long as you can't see the TV. After that, you have to go back in the inspection position until the next time to choose. And so you know I'm not cheating, I've put each body part on a piece of paper, and I'll hold the paper in my hand while you're guessing and then show it to you when you're done guessing."
Chad tried to figure out what his first choices should be. He could, he supposed, pick wiener and balls each time, because then he'd never get a shock on either of those, because if she chose those he'd win, and if he didn't, he'd still be shocked somewhere else. But she might catch on to that and then just pick butt hole every time, which would mean he'd get a shock every time and the settings would keep going up. But if she picked balls and he didn't, he'd get shocked on the balls, and that would probably be very painful indeed. What to do, what to do?
"You have to make your first choice now," Beth said. "The movie's about to start." She waved the folded paper showing her first choice at him.
Chad decided to go with his first instinct. "Uhhhh, I'll take wiener and balls," he said, his heart pounding. Beth unfolded the paper to show that it said, "Inner thigh." She placed the end of the prod against his exposed right thigh, close to his wrinkled plum of a scrotum. "You moron," she said chidingly. "You ought to know I wouldn't go for the big stuff first – it's better to build up to it." A mildly painful tickle coursed through his thigh muscle, tingling uncomfortably and making his butt and legs twitch and his butt hole wink at Karen and Beth. Chad endured it without losing his hold on his legs.
"That wasn't bad, was it?" Beth said. "But you'll see, it gets worse." She settled down in front of the movie, and Chad released his legs, letting his feet fall to the floor as he stared at the ceiling. The tingle had been only mildly painful, but he could still feel it. He wondered how the same level would feel in one of his more delicate areas, and how stronger levels would feel.
In no time at all, Beth ordered him back into inspection position, signaling that only 5 minutes remained to the next round. Chad lay on his back with his legs uncomfortably on either side of his body, trying to figure out what to pick next and idly trying to follow a movie by sound that he couldn't see. Did her remark about starting with the easy stuff mean she'd stay away from the three big ones, or was she trying to psych him into picking two of less painful locations and allowing her to shock some really vulnerable place like his balls? The decision was agonizing, as his mind went in circles, flip-flopping from one choice to another.
Finally, too soon, Beth was over him pointing with the prod and demanding he choose again. "Uhhhh, wiener and balls," Chad said again, sure that she had been trying to psych him while she went for the big stuff. Beth unfolded her paper to reveal that it said, "Sole of the foot."
"You really are a moron," she said walking around to line her prod up with bottom of the arch of his left foot. "I just the same as told you that I'd do the small stuff first, yet you go for the big stuff again." She depressed the button. His toes curled painfully and he could feel the painful tingle course through his foot, making it ache mildly. She retreated, and he let go of his legs and let his right foot rest on the floor, bending the left across his lap and rubbing it idly with his hands, trying to make the painful tingle recede.
In no time at all, he was ordered back into inspection position, and his mind roiled as he tried to decide how to choose. He'd already been wrong twice, so the setting was going up on the prod. He had to guess right this time! She wouldn't go with the butt this time, he was sure. After all, she'd already done the first two in a row – she wouldn't do the third! But maybe she would, knowing that he'd be thinking just that thing! But what if she tricked him and went for one of the big ones, knowing he'd pick the third choice! Which game was she playing?
Beth loomed over him again. "Make a pair of choices," she said ominously. She patted the prod against the hand holding the folded paper.
"Uhhh, butt and armpit," Chad said, covering both of the next two options. Beth opened the paper, revealing that it said, "sole of the foot."
"Told you I wasn't doing the big ones first. But you didn't think that I'd just go in order, did you?" She lined the prod end up on his right foot arch and pressed the button. Chad's foot contracted out of his control, and he let go of his legs with a yelp and grasped it. That had hurt much, much more than before! He could still feel the electric pulse of the current as it coursed through his foot. He sat with his back to the TV, rubbing his foot for the next 5 minutes, until Beth forced him back into inspection position. He had to get one right, he thought. There had to be some way to outwit his sister!
He was too aware of the vulnerability of his butt hole, balls, and sadly shrunken button of a wiener as he lay in inspection position. He had to pick two of them next time – Beth hadn't done any of them yet. But which two? He dithered back and forth, until Beth was standing over him, demanding his next choice.
"B- b- b- b- butt hole and balls," he finally chose. Beth opened the paper to reveal the words "butt hole."
"Now you're catching on," she said. "I'll be trickier next time. By the way, since you didn't get a shock, you have to stay in inspection position until your next choice."
Chad lay listening to the soundtrack of the movie. Dang, that was frustrating – he was dying to know what was being shown on the TV screen – it sounded like a good show. After awhile, he started thinking about what his next choice should be. Would she go for the big stuff again, or go for the small stuff and build the shock levels up knowing he probably wouldn't pick them? And he couldn't protect all three of the big areas, because he only got 2 choices! He finally made a decision, so he was ready when Beth loomed over him, announcing, before she said anything, "Butt hole and wiener."
"Sorry," she said, opening the paper, to show it said "armpit." "I had to go with it – I hadn't done it yet, and I bet it's real sensitive!"
She was right. The shock in his right armpit made his arm snap down as the delicate skin burned, and a tickly ache spread through the whole joint. He sat up on the hassock with his back turned to Beth flexing his right arm at the shoulder and trying to work the ache out of it. It still was bothering him as she made him go into inspection position again. The movie was only about half over, he realized. How would he endure the rest? He had to get more right!
The next round came too quickly, and Chad decided to stop thinking and just choose whatever his eyes lit upon. He glanced at the list. "Wiener and armpit," he said.
"Darn," Beth said, opening the paper to show it said
"wiener" on it. "I thought I'd get you that time." Chad
lay in the inspection position, uncomfortable but feeling
good about the bullet he'd dodged. He was up to a level 3
shock – on his little sensitive button of a wiener, that
would have been bad! But what to choose next? He had a
good 10 minutes to ponder the issue, but he was no closer to
a conclusion when Beth returned than he'd been before.
"Come on, time to choose again," she said menacingly. "And I think I've got you this time!"
"Uhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhh, balls and butt hole," Chad said, going back to trying to protect his most vulnerable parts.
"Hah!" Beth said, flipping open the paper. "Wiener," Chad read to his horror. Oh, crap! He hadn't thought she might pick the same thing twice in a row, but of course that's what she'd do! He was stupid, stupid, stupid! While he was mentally cudgeling himself, he felt the cold electrodes against the tip of his boy button. "Oh, boy," he breathed, his heart pounding and his legs trembling in his hands. "Oh boy! Oh boy! This is gonna hurt!"
He was right. His butt contracted violently as electricity surged through his groin, making the pee slit burn and his entire groin tingle. Chad yelped, collapsing over his middle onto the ground, where he sat moaning and nursing his tender button of a member with both hands. It felt weird and strange, a kind of internal burning and an unsettling tingle that went on and on. His penis went to minimum mode, trying to hide in his surrounding flesh. Beth ignored him for 5 minutes, then dragged him back up to the hassock and picked up each leg, forcing him back into inspection position.
Chad could hardly think over the residual tingle in his wiener. In what seemed like no time, Beth was looming over him again, demanding he make a choice. He couldn't take another shot in the wiener, he decided. "Uhhhh, wiener and balls," he chose.
Beth opened the paper, showing him that it said, "butt hole."
"Nooooooo!" Chad wailed. "Pleeeeeease nooooooo! I can't stand it! I gotta peeeeeeeee!"
Beth yanked him to his feet and hustled him to the hall bathroom, sitting him down and ordering him to pee and get it over with. Chad, his heart pounding, found himself almost peeing in fright as he sat, then stood numbly and let his sister swipe his penis with toilet paper and lead him back to the hassock. At her orders he lifted each leg and held them tightly. He turned his head aside, not wanting to watch it happen. He felt the cold buttons of the prod line up on his anus lengthwise, his sister carefully making sure she contacted exactly the top and bottom of his wrinkled hole. Then his butt contracted violently and his legs shot down out of his control as incredible burning waves of pain coursed through his anal orifice.
Chad rolled to the floor crying, his butt squeezed tightly, his anus in spasm, squeezing so tightly it hurt. It took him almost the entire following 5 minutes to get his butt to relax enough that he could gently explore it with his index finger, marveling that it didn't feel any different than before despite the treatment it had gotten, and the residual burning feeling within it. Then it was time to go into inspection position again, his mind racing feverishly to figure out how to avoid a level 4 shock. He had to protect his butt hole – Beth had repeated a choice once before, she could do it again. But what else to go with?
"B- b- b- butthole and balls," he said at least.
"Okay, you got me that time," Beth said, showing him the paper said "Butthole," just as he'd thought. Chad almost grinned, but his butt hole still tingled too much to get cocky. The movie was almost over but there were probably two more rounds to endure. He lay there during the next ten minutes in the inspection position, alternately frustrated that he couldn't see the TV, and petrified he'd get the next one wrong. She'd have to go for the good stuff now, he reasoned. She hadn't gotten his balls yet, and she'd want to! But what to choose with it?
"Balls and wiener," he said decisively. She'd never pick butt hole 3 times in a row! To his horror, Beth opened the paper to show, printed clearly on it, "butt hole."
"Oh, crap!" Chad moaned, fighting the urge to get up and run. He turned his head sideways and tensed. The last one on his butt hole had been a level 3 – this one was a 4! His heart was racing and he trembled all over, waiting for his sister to bring the cold prod to line up on his anus, and adjust its alignment to the position that would cause him the most pain. He trembled, waiting to feel the cold tip contact him, signaling his shock was imminent.
Suddenly a painful surge of current poured through his butt hole without warning, causing him to once again contract his butt violently, this time so violently he trapped the prod between his buns as he fell off the hassock, his butt squeezed tightly and his back arched as he squealed. Beth tried to pull the prod out and then gave up and left it there, going back to watch her show.
As Chad's senses returned and his arched back started to relax, realization returned. His bastard of a sister and tricked him, simply jamming the prod in already on rather than placing it first so he could prepare and then pulling the trigger. And it hurt! Oh, crap, how it hurt! His butt hole burned like it was on fire, as bad as it burned when he'd gotten hot sauce on him, but with a different sort of burn, a kind of unsettled, tingly burn! He rocked on his stomach with his butt squeezed together and moaned for the next 2 minutes. Gradually, as the pain faded and his butt relaxed, he became aware of slimy wetness between his butt cheeks, and an unmistakable odor. He withdrew the prod from between his buns, discovering, as he'd feared, that he'd pooed himself during the last shock.
"Uhhhhh, Beth," he ventured.
"Shush, this is the good part," she said from the TV.
"Uhhhhhh, I kinda, uhhhh, p- p- pooed myself," he continued.
"You what?" Beth said, dismayed.
"Pooed myself," Chad admitted. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it – that last one hurt so much, and it just kinda came out!" He started crying. Karen got up and walked to him where he lay face down with his face buried in his arms. She gently grasped the outsides of each of his buns and spread them.
"It's not that bad," she said. "It's just a little bit of poo. Come on, I'll clean you up," she said, taking the prod with her and helping him stand. They walked to the bathroom, where she rinsed the prod off and wiped it, then had him sit on the edge of the sink basin with his bottom hanging over it and lean forward while she turned on the water and brought handfuls to his butt, washing the mess away. She then took soap and gently soaped his crack, anus, and balls, and rinsed them. She had him stand and bend over, then took the hand towel and wiped him dry, patting his intimate parts lovingly.
"You're a brave boy," she said as she had him straighten up. "Braver than any other boy I know."
"I'm not brave," Chad sniffled haltingly. "I always cry. My brother says I'm a baby."
"Would that be the brother who's never been spanked, let alone been shocked on his asshole or flicked on the balls?" Karen asked archly. "What does he know about it? I bet even the big boys in your class cry when they get spanked on their bare asses."
Chad thought about Joey, bawling his eyes out a few days ago, and about the low-voiced 8th grader who'd blubbered like a baby from next door when being strapped. He felt better. Karen went on . "And when this grows a bit more," she said, tweaking his baby wiener, "And you get a bit taller," she added, kissing the top of his head, "I think I might want to get to know you better." She gently led him back into the living room, carrying the prod.
"Last one," Beth announced. The movie credits were rolling. "Get in the inspection position and take your guesses."
Chad didn't even think as he blurted out the first things that came to mind as he secured his legs into position and presented his butt and genitals. "Wiener and butt hole," he said firmly.
"Nope," Beth said. She opened the paper, showing it him. "Read it and weep – it's a number 4 for you on your bare baby balls!"
Chad quailed and trembled. This was gonna hurt! This was gonna hurt worse than any of them. His sister carefully positioned the prod so that one electrode was on side of his bulging little scrotum, and the second was on the other. Chad grimaced and looked away, waiting. There was a long pause. "Come on!" he said. "Don't tease me, do it!"
There was no answer, nor an answering shock in his most vulnerable area. He turned his head to take in the scene. Beth was frowning mightily and depressing the trigger with all of her might. "It's not working," she said.
"Maybe the batteries are dead," Karen said. "Or maybe I shorted it out when I washed it off!"
"Damn, it takes special batteries," Beth said in frustration. "Now it's useless." She threw it down and stomped out of the room. "Mom," she wailed. "Take his stupid carcass away. I'm done with him!"
Karen winked at Chad as Beth stomped out. "Funny how that happened," she said. "You'd think I'd know not to push the button while the tip was under the water." She left as Chad's mother entered.
"You can get out of inspection position," she said. She was carrying a drinking glass glass and a small plastic bottle. "Come into the bathroom."
Chad followed her curiously. What was she up to now? She positioned him in front of the sink and filled a glass part way up with water, then poured half of the contents of the plastic bottle in it.
"Here, drink this. Try to swallow it right away without tasting it. Even if you don't feel like swallowing it once you start, force yourself to swallow it anyway! You have to get it all down, or you have to drink more. And if you feel like throwing up, don't! Fight it!" his mother ordered.
"What is it?" Chad asked, holding the glass in an iron grip, like it was a poisonous snake.
"Phospho-soda. You're going to get some pretty intense punishment tomorrow, and it would be easy for you to lose control while being punished. Also, your little poop chute will probably be one of the targets of punishment. You aren't going to want anything inside of you then, believe me! This will clean out your intestines so you don't have any accidents or anything during punishment," she said earnestly. "Not only would an accident be embarrassing for you and for me, but it would probably anger your classmates, who might increase your punishment in response. Now drink."
Chad tipped his head back and tried to swallow quickly, discovering to his alarm that the stuff tasted truly terrible in his mouth. He forced the last of it down as his body tired to retch, and fought down the urge to vomit. His mouth tasted like it had been bathed in electricity, a weird, chemical feeling. The urge to vomit receded, and he was able to talk.
"Nasty," he said.
"Part of your punishment," his mother replied. "You have to drink another in two hours, and you get a jumbo enema in the morning, but then nothing will come out of you even during the worst spanking or whipping or other punishment."
"Great," Chad muttered. "Do you have anything to make the spankings not hurt?"
"No, I don't," his mother said seriously. "And if I did, I wouldn't give it to you. You have to go through the pain you're going to experience tomorrow to get to the lesson the pain teaches. I think you realized some of the message today, when you finally appeared to realize that your selfish actions have ticked off a lot of folks. You didn't really realize how many until you had been their literal target for awhile. You need to come to the same realization at your school, so you hesitate before you hurt other kids in the future."
She paused and looked at him seriously. "You know, I do love you, despite your bad behavior, and despite your unfortunate resemblance to your rat of a father. Especially in some unfortunate places," she added, almost to herself. She looked up again. "But because I do love you, I'll tell you something that I learned in the process of going through three very difficult childbirths. Don't try to fight the pain. Ride it. Let it swell over you. Cry when you feel like crying, and cry as loud as you want! If you feel like screaming, scream. It helps. Let the pain flow through and around you, don't try to block it off. Ride it. Endure it. Make it part of you." She paused. "This is hard to explain. Accept the pain. Accept the humiliation. Take them as your due, as no more than you deserve. Do what has to be done, endure, ride it out. And then treasure what it teaches you."
Chad was confused, but put his confused feelings aside for now. He still tasted that terrible stuff in his mouth, and dreaded having to take a second dose. Yet he didn't feel any different. He had thought, the way his Mom described it, that he ought to feel his insides gurgling like when he had diarrhea, but nothing was happening yet.
His mother sent him to the corner in the living room, where Tommy and Jesse were watching cartoons. Karen and Beth came by, Karen taking him out of the corner briefly to bend him over her knees on the hassock and gently rub lotion into his buns and genitals. "You're looking really good," she commented as she worked on him. "I don't see a mark on you anywhere. You'll be ready for anything tomorrow."
Tomorrow, Chad thought to himself. What was that stupid song from that stupid musical that his mom played over and over again in the minivan when he was little? "The sun'll come out tomorrow, bet our bottom dollar that tomorrow, there will be sun." Yeah, right. His butt was all that was coming out tomorrow, and there was going to be pain, major pain. Well, he'd do what his mother said. He'd ride the pain. He'd ride it, and yell as loud as he wanted, but he wouldn't fight it, he'd let it flow over and around him and away. And afterward, he'd never hit or push another kid again, unless he was attacked first!
His intestines gurgled alarmingly at that point, and Karen wisely rushed him to the bathroom, where he hunched over the bowl, liquid material pouring out of his bottom. He stayed there for half an hour, pooing periodically and hunching uncomfortably when he wasn't pooing. Finally feeling empty, he arose, and Karen got up from the chair she'd dragged in, put down her Teen magazine, and wiped his butt gently, using lotion to avoid irritating his anus. His mother came in then, forcing him to swallow another dose of that awful phospho-soda, and then it was back to the corner in the living room for another hour while the family ate dinner in the dining room without him. Tommy and Jesse popped in just in time to take him to the bathroom again, where he hunched over the bowl miserably, pooping his guts out. By this point, little but clear fluid was coming out of him, but he sat there for another half hour before he felt secure enough to get up, feeling more empty than he'd ever felt.
"Bedtime," his mother announced, even though it was still light outside. Chad discovered he was truly weary as Tommy and Jesse trudged him up the steps to settle him in his cell and put on his restraints.
"Mom says you can't eat anything but clear fluids," Tommy said, shucking off his pants after Chad was settled. "So I've got some clear fluids for you right here!"
"Of course you do," Chad said, feeling a strange inner calm. Here he was on the brink of the most terrible day he'd ever faced, yet he found himself feeling almost dispassionate. Ride it, his mother had said. He thought he got a glimmering of what she meant. Why rail about how his brother was treating him? It wouldn't make any difference. And focusing on the injustice of it, hating it, that just made him feel worse. He should just accept it, experience it, and wait for it to be over. He smiled at his brother. "Okay," Chad said. "If you want me to suck your little thing, get it over here."
"Don't get smart with me," Tommy said, suspicious. "Or I'll make you lick my butt hole, too."
"I don't care," Chad said. "Make me lick you butt, make me suck your dick, squeeze my balls, it doesn't matter. I'll hate it while it happens, and I may even cry, but I'll live through it no matter what you do."
"Oh yeah?" Tommy said. He climbed onto his brother's cot, squatting over his face and lowering his butt to Chad. "Go ahead, then, prove it! Lick my butt!"
Chad looked at his brother's butt crack, looming over him from inches away. His brother's scrotum hung down in front, and the neat line of skin joined the two halves of his body
all the way back to the wrinkled hole, spread wide and
looking innocent of its purpose. Yep, his brother still had
to have the cleanest butt of any boy in town. Ride it, he
thought to himself. He lifted his head and ran his tongue full bore all the way from his brother's balls to his butt hole, worming his tongue against the wrinkled surface when he got there. His mother was right – if you decided to just do it and stopped thinking about how unfair it was and how bad it was, you could ride with it! He gave his brother another full length slurp, again pressing his brother's butt hole to show he wasn't afraid and didn't really care. Tommy rose abruptly. "You're disgusting," he said in frustration, unhappy that he hadn't gotten Chad's goat. He hauled on his pants. "Come on, Jesse," he said forcefully. "I'm tired of him. Let's go to my room and leave him alone."
"But... aren't we going to make him suck us?" Jesse asked plaintively, his small hard on visible in his pants.
"It's no fun any more," Tommy grumbled. With a look of regret, Jesse followed him out, and the door slammed behind them.
Chad lay in the fading daylight for a long time, marveling at what had just happened. He'd actually gotten his brother to give up! He'd made it no fun to torment him! He couldn't believe that his mother's advice worked! He pondered the coming day. He'd have to try that again. Don't fight the punishments, ride with them. If they decided to spank him, he'd push his butt toward the spanks and accept them. If it hurt, he'd cry, he wouldn't fight it. If they wanted to squeeze his balls, he'd open his legs and thrust his hips forward, and if it hurt he'd scream and keep screaming until it stopped hurting. If they tried to put something up his butt, he'd relax his hole and try to ride it out! If they put him on the horse, he wouldn't tense and fear the swats, he'd relax and take them as they came. He'd get through this, and then he'd never strike another kid in anger or out of carelessness again, and that will have made the pain worth it!
Chad didn't know when he fell asleep, but suddenly he awoke with a start in the pitch black. A small hand was on his thighs, groping for his genitals. Chad relaxed. "Sorry, you startled me," he whispered. "Before you start, I want to say thank you – I deserve every bit of the punishment I've received and that I'm going to receive, but I want to say that you've made it easier with your kindness this weekend."
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh," a voice whispered from the vicinity of his crotch. A hand circled his member, and then a tongue flicked out and teased his penis head.
"Can you do something before you start," Chad whispered. "Can you release my left hand, just while you're here? I know it's a lot to ask, but it feels so much better if I can put my hand under my butt when I cum. I always do that when I play with myself, and I'm used to it. I know I can trust you not to tell anyone."
There was no response, but he felt a shifting and then hands groping and finding his nearest restraint, and then his left hand was free. The right was still tied, but the mouth descended on his penis and his hand unconsciously slipped to its usual position when he masturbated, propping his butt up higher and feeling his tight, clenching butt muscles as his hips contracted more and more tightly. His orgasm came quickly, more powerful this time now that his hand was in its usual place. He thrust violently at the sucking mouth, hearing a surprised "Uhhn," as his hips moved too fast and his pelvic bone collided with his partner's mouth. Then he felt once again the new, unfamiliar feeling of liquid traveling out his penis, and he spurted his few small drops into the hungry mouth.
The mouth withdrew from his organ abruptly, feminine coughing, spitting sounds erupting and then finally getting under control. "Sorry," he mumbled as his orgasm tapered off. "Hope I didn't take you by surprise. But you knew I could squirt already, right? You're the one who made me do it the first time. And I'm sorry about ramming your mouth like that – I've had it done to me, so I know how it hurts." On impulse, he snaked his right hand out and caught the person leaning next to his cot by the neck, pulling her close to his face. She resisted at first but not strongly, and he pulled her closer and pressed his lips against the face, moving them until he found the soft, voluptuous mouth and moved his lips against it. He loosened his grip as the face became more willing, pressing back against him. He let his tongue slip out a bit and traced his partner's lips, and she pressed close to him. To his surprise she appeared to be naked – he could feel warm bare skin against his own body as she leaned into him, a hand reaching out and taking his penis, stroking it casually as the kissing continued. Chad tasted blood on his counterpart's mouth. "You're bleeding," he said. "I'm sorry. I just lost control there at the end. And sorry about cumming in your mouth. I didn't think to warn you when I was cumming, 'cause I thought you knew." He leaned into her body, marveling at the warm softness of her naked body against his, the pleasure of her hand gently stroking his penis, her thin chest and ribs against his...
Chad froze. How could her ribs be against his? He took his free hand down from her neck, moving quickly around from her back to her chest. Hard muscle and bone was under his fingers, along with a small bump that was undoubtedly an underdeveloped nipple. This couldn't be Karen! Karen had quite respectable boobs! And it wasn't Beth either, or his mother, or Tommy. Chad's hand flew further down, groping between his partner's legs. A small, hard fleshy cylinder poked his hand, recognizably curved toward the stomach. Beneath it was a soft, wrinkled section of skin bulged, hard lumps swelling either side.
"Jesse!" Chad said, lurching to upright to the degree he could with has right hand tied, and in the process dumping the small body on the floor. There was a surprised, pained grunt from the ground.
"Owwwww," Jesse's voice replied softly. "Ya didn't have to just dump me off that way!" The light came on, bright in Chad's eyes. Jesse was standing by the door, naked, underwear around one of his ankles, his lip bleeding and his bare wiener arched to the ceiling. He was rubbing his hip bone, heedless of his total nudity.
"What the crap do you think you're doing? Chad hissed.
"I thought you liked it," Jesse said. "You said you liked it! You liked it Friday, and Saturday!"
"I thought you were Karen," Chad said ruefully. His penis had shrunk to button form, reflecting his dismay. He looked over his shoulder at Jesse, waving his free arm and lying on his back so he could see.
"I thought you knew it was me," Jesse said. "I thought you wanted it. I felt bad for you, and I wanted you to feel better. I did a good job, didn't I?" Jesse said. "You told me I did a good job! What does it matter if I was Karen or not?"
"I don't do dudes," Chad said. "I'm not that way. Now that I know it's you, it's a complete turn off!"
"Oh," Jesse said in a small voice. He looked at the floor, his penis shriveling rapidly. To Chad's surprise, he felt no anger, only sadness.
"Sit down a minute," Chad said, patting the cot beside him. Jesse sat, looking disconsolate. He reached over with his free arm and patted the boy's shoulder. "Look, you're really good at sucking boys – you really are. I've never been sucked by a girl, but I bet there aren't any who do it any better. But most of us guys don't want to be sucked by other boys – it's just not our thing. You need to find boys who like it, and do your thing with them."
"You mean queers?" Jesse said petulantly.
"I wouldn't call someone that," Chad said. "I've got a good friend who definitely likes sucking other boys, but I wouldn't call him names. He just likes different things than me, and apparently you do, too. If you guys liked strawberry ice cream it would be the same thing – I don't like it myself, and I wouldn't eat it with you even if you wanted me to, but there are other people who like it, and you should enjoy it with them, just like I can eat chocolate ice cream with the people who like it. And I don't have to stop liking him or you just because we don't like having sex with the same people."
Jesse was silent awhile, looking at the floor. His little penis drooped. "Do you think I'm queer?" he asked.
"I don't know," Chad said. "I think only you can know that. Do you get excited looking at girls' bodies? Do you like Playboy pictures?"
"Not really," Jesse admitted. "I mean, they're kind of interesting, but they don't make me hard."
"How about boys? Like, when I look at Cynthia in my class, my wiener gets all hard and I feel this yearning – like I want her to get undressed so I can rub my body all over her. Do you look at anyone like that?" Chad said boldly. "Is there some boy or girl who makes you get all excited and makes you want to do things with them when you look at them?"
Jesse looked glummer. "Maybe," he said grudgingly.
"Well, is it a boy or a girl?" Chad asked, pressing him.
An indistinct mumble came from Jesse, who then looked away.
"What?" Chad asked.
Jesse looked him in the eye. "It's Tommy, okay! I can't help it. I look at him and I want to do to him what I just did to you! I can't stand it when he gets naked and straddles you – I want it to be me! But he'd never do it, would he? He only likes girls!" Tears began streaming down Jesse's cheeks, and he looked away again. "I even, I even – sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have him put his dick up my butt," Jesse whispered.
Chad rubbed the younger boy's shoulders, trying to think of what to say. Jesse broke into full-throated sobs, falling sideways and burying his face in Chad's chest, muffling his cries. Chad stroked the younger boy's hair lamely. He noticed, with some relief, that his penis wasn't even the least bit aroused by the contact. After awhile, Jesse's sobs quieted, and he wiped his face impatiently with the back of his hand and sat up again.
"If I had to guess, I don't think Tommy would want to do those things with you," Chad said after some time had passed. "But you'd have to find out from him. I don't mean just up and ask him, because then he'd be forced to say no. You have to go slow, a little at a time."
"What do you mean by that?" Jesse ventured, looking at him with round eyes.
"Well, you do something like this. I know you sleep in his bed with him when you sleep over. Try rubbing his back, and see how he responds. If he seems okay, go a little farther
Jesse had perked up somewhat. Chad had another thought. "Look, I told you I have a friend who really likes to do stuff with boys. His name is Alan, and he doesn't live that far away – yeah, it's clear across town and that's several miles from here, but you live in his direction, so it's an easy trip for you. Tell him you're my friend and get to know him, and wait to see what happens." Chad made Jesse repeat Alan's address and telephone number until he had it perfectly, then patted the younger boy on the back. Alan would like Jesse, he thought to himself. And he bet Jesse would like Alan. He felt a sense of satisfaction at the idea that he might bring the two of them together. Man, he was becoming a matchmaker. He was as bad as some of the girls in his class!
Jesse stood up, a shy smile returning to his face as he bent to put his other foot in his underwear and pulled them on. "Thanks, Chad," he said, going to the door. "I'm sorry you're getting punished tomorrow. Look, I'll come over next week after school and help you with your work and try to make you feel better."
"Just not that way, okay?" Chad said, waving his free hand at his genitals. "Now tie me up again before you go – I'll get in trouble if my hand is free."