Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 10
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 10:  Jesse Joins In

As he was thinking of this, he heard voices in the hall. 
"Hey, Jesse!  I was just taking a quick pee!  Come on in my
room.  I've got something to show you!"  Knowing perfectly
well what Tommy wanted to show his friend, Chad felt rising
humiliation as two pairs of footsteps clumped
enthusiastically down the hall and through the door.  

Jesse stopped at the door and stared in amazement.  "Your
brother," he said in his high-pitched voice.  "He's naked!" 
There was a pause and then he added, with even more
amazement in his voice, "What happened to his butt?"  

"The idiot got himself paddled, bare butt, at school, right
in front of everybody!" Tommy said matter-of-factly.  "Too
bad you don't go to our school – he had to go to lunch
naked, and everybody saw everything!"  

"I think I'm glad I don't go there," Jesse replied.  "I
don't want to be somewhere where I might get a bare butt
spankin'!"  

"You don't unless you screw up," Tommy said.  "I'll never
get one.  But Chad lost his temper and hit a little kid, and
he got a concession."  

"You mean a concussion?" Jesse asked.  

"Yeah, that's it.  Anyway, so they were going to spank him
on his underpants, but then he went and peed on the teacher
while he was getting spanked, so she took his undies away
and spanked him bare naked. Then she paddled him bare naked
this afternoon, too."  

"He peed on the teacher?"  Jesse said, as if he couldn't
believe it.  "Couldn't he hold it?"  

"I guess not.  My friend Matt has a brother in 8th grade,
and he said that he saw a kid pee when he was getting
spanked, once, too, only he did it just as the teacher was
lining him up and getting him ready to go over her lap, and
the pee got all over the teacher's dress!  She had to go
change!"  

Jesse looked at Chad's exposed bottom critically.  "He's
still red – she must have paddled him really hard," he said
admiringly.  

"Wouldn't you paddle him hard, too, if he peed on you?" 
Tommy asked sensibly.  "Anyway, I did some of that myself a
little while ago," he added casually, as if he spanked his
brother every day.    

"He let you spank him?"  Jesse said in amazement.  

"He has to let me do anything I want to him," Tommy replied. 
"Mom says I'm supposed to be in charge of him for the next
week, so he can learn not to lose his temper.  She said
we're all going to paddle him again after dinner tonight,
and I'm supposed to keep his bottom nice and pink until
then."  

Tommy enjoyed to prestige his power over his brother was
giving him in Jesse's eyes.  Jesse Hanover was a blue-eyed
boy with dark brown hair cut little-boy style, with a part
on the left.  He was shorter than Tommy and Chad by a good 2
inches, and had recently developed a layer of pre-pubertal
fat that gave him a mildly pudgy appearance.  He was Tommy's
best friend, and he worshipped the taller, more developed
boy.  Right now, he was looking at him with something akin
to awe.

Standing meekly in the corner, Chad was glad that he wasn't
facing the boys at the moment.  It was extremely
embarrassing to hear his brother brag about spanking him to
his little friend, and have to just stand there and listen
to him do it.  Also, because of his need to pee, and the
fact that the younger boys were talking about peeing right
then, his little wiener was now rock hard, and standing
almost straight out, and he was glad the boys couldn't see
it.  It bounced gently with his heart beat, the head
swelling slightly with each little jump.  The pee urge in
him was growing steadily stronger.  The boys had continued
talking.  "You mean, you can spank him as much as you want?"
Jesse asked incredulously.  "You can make him go over your
lap and everything?"  

"Actually, I haven't tried having him go over my lap, yet,"
Tommy admitted, "But I made him bend over the bed, and I
spanked his little fanny good.  You can, too!  Mom said I
could punish him any way I want, so if I want you to punish
him that should be okay, too!  And we can make him do other
stuff."  

"You mean you can do anything?" Jesse said, his voice rising
even higher.  "Anything," Tommy said.  "The only thing I
can't do is stick anything up his butt bigger than a thumb,
or hit him in the balls with anything but a flicked finger. 
But we can do anything else!  I mean, we can squeeze his
balls, or put our fingers up his butt, or pull his wiener,
even!"  Jesse stared at Tommy, his mouth partially open,
thinking about the possibilities.

Chad began shifting from foot to foot in the corner, doing
the "I'm a little boy who needs to pee" dance that any
parent would recognize immediately.  His movements caught
Tommy's attention.  "What are you hopping about for, big
brother?  I thought I told you to stand still with your nose
in the corner," Tommy said, showing off a bit for his friend 


"I gotta pee," Chad whispered, acutely embarrassed by the
presence of Jesse, but too desperate not to speak up.  

"Well, you're going to have to hold it," Tommy ordered. 
"Jesse and I are talking."  

"But I gotta go bad!" Chad said more urgently.  

"Hold yourself if you have to," Tommy said forcefully.  "I
heard that's what you did in class.  But don't you dare pee
in our room!"  Still dancing and short on other options,
Chad gripped the base of his hard penis with his right hand. 
Not certain that was enough, he also grabbed it just behind
its head with his left.  He clamped down with both hands and
squeezed his butt together, trying to hold the pee in. 

Meanwhile, Jesse was questioning Tommy in more detail about
Chad's position.  "So he has to do anything you say," he
asked, still not believing it.  

"Absolutely," Tommy said.  "I've already made him get naked,
as you can see.  I've spanked his butt, flicked his balls,
squeezed them, made him stand in the corner, and stuck my
finger all the way up his butt.  I even made him suck my
wiener."  Chad continued dancing in the corner.  The only
thing keeping him from peeing on the wall now was the iron
grip of his two hands.  The younger boys continued talking,
ignoring his distress.  

"He sucked your wiener!"  Jesse said, with disbelief.  "I
don't believe it!"  "Really!"  Tommy said, nodding his head
vigorously.  "He took the whole thing in his mouth, and
sucked on it until I came!"  He lowered his voice, as if
speaking in confidence.  "I even squirted in his mouth and
made him swallow it.  But then I had to flick him on the
balls.  Because his teeth hit me twice while he was sucking,
so I gave him a flick for each time his teeth hit me, so
he'd learn not to do that.  Tell him, Chad.  Tell him what a
big baby you are, and how much you like sucking my wiener!"

"I gotta pee!  Come on Tommy, let me go to the bathroom!  I
gotta pee bad! It's starting to hurt!"  Chad begged, dancing
from one foot to the other.  

"First tell Jesse, what a big baby you are and how much you
like sucking my wiener!"  Tommy ordered.  "Turn around and
face us when you say it."  Having to pee worse than he ever
had in his life, even worse than when he had lost control
over Mrs. Rose's knees, Chad reluctantly turned around,
presenting the humiliating image to Jesse of him gripping
his hard little penis in both hands so that only the tip
showed, and dancing from one foot to the other.  "Now look
Jesse in the eyes and say it," Tommy ordered again.  

Chad was willing to do anything at this point to be allowed
to pee.  He looked directly at Jesse, who was staring in
fascination at the sight of his friend's big brother in his
current subordinate position.  He'd always been a bit afraid
of Chad, but now Chad was standing there naked holding his
privates and obeying Tommy like a 4-year-old would his
mother.  He was more amazed when Chad blurted out, "I'm a
big baby and I like to suck Tommy's wiener.  Now can I go to
the bathroom?"  

"Not yet, big brother," Tommy said, grinning at Chad's
discomfort.  "Now say, please take me to the bathroom and
help me go pee-pee like a little boy."  Dancing more
urgently, Chad repeated the humiliating request.  

"Let go of the front of your wiener," Tommy ordered.  "Jesse
needs a handle to lead you with." Reluctantly, Chad released
a grip on the head of his wiener.  A small squirt of pee
slipped out and dripped down the shaft to his other hand. 
Looking disgusted, Tommy grabbed some more tissues and put
them in Chad's free hand.  "Wipe yourself up," he ordered. 
Chad complied, then stood there holding the damp tissues. 
Tommy held the waste basket over for Chad to drop them in. 
"Now take the little boy by the handle and lead him to the
potty," Tommy said to Jesse.  Hesitating only a moment,
Jesse reached out and clamped onto the head of the older
boy's penis with his small but strong hand.  Squeezing
Chad's organ tightly he started down the hall, leading Chad. 
Tommy followed behind, administering slaps on Chad's bare
butt every few steps to hurry him along.  Jesse guided him
in the bathroom door and over to the toilet, pointing the
older boy's small hard penis toward the water.  "Okay, you
can let go," Tommy said.  Jesse continued holding Chad's
wiener firmly.  With great relief, Chad released his grip on
the base of his penis, pee surging out immediately and
splashing into the bowl.  As the stream slowed to a trickle,
and then stopped, Jesse obligingly gave Chad's wiener a good
shake to knock off the final drops.  Only then did it strike
Chad that his penis was being held by still another smaller
boy, who was handling it like he was potty training a baby. 
He blushed with shame at the thought.  

An insistent tug on his hard organ brought him back to the
present.  "Come on," Tommy said to Chad, as Jesse tugged him
towards the door.  "We've got to punish you some more." 
With Chad stumbling along, trying ineffectually to reduce
the severity of Jesse's insistent tugs on his small rod,
they traveled swiftly back to the boys' room, Tommy again
popping him on the butt with his hand every few steps. 
Finally, back inside the bedroom, Jesse released his hold on
Chad, and Chad stood there looking at the two boys
uncertainly.  

"So what should we do to him now?"  Tommy asked Jesse.  

"I wanna look at his private parts," Jesse said.  "I never
seen another boy's private parts up close before.  At least,
not a big boy's.  I saw a baby's, once," he admiited.  

"Not much difference, is there?"  Tommy commented nastily. 
Looking at his friend's brother, Jesse realized, to his
surprise, that he was right – there really wasn't that much
difference between the genitals of the baby he'd examined
and those of his friend's older brother.  He was sure his
own genitals looked much bigger than that!  

Meanwhile, Tommy was taking charge.  "You heard him," Tommy
said callously to Chad.  "He wants to look at your baby
weenie and balls! Get up on your bed and spread your legs so
Jesse can look at you!"  Slowly, Chad complied, blushing
from head to toe.  Yet another person was going to get to
inspect his most private areas!  Reluctantly, he laid back
against the pillows, with his knees up in front of him. 
"Spread them, brat, so he can see," Tommy ordered,
indicating Chad's legs. Chad complied, slowly spreading his
legs apart to give Jesse full view of his bare genitals. 
Jesse eagerly climbed onto the bed, putting a hand inside
each of Chad's thighs and pressing them wider as he lowered
his face to within inches of Chad's erect penis and tightly
wrinkled scrotum.  Chad could feel Jesse's breath on the
underside of his penis.  Jesse removed his right hand from
Chad's leg and gripped the older boy's penis by the head,
circling his fingers around the tip.  Pushing down against
Chad's groin, he opened the pee hole at the tip of Chad's
hard wiener and examined the opening, an operation that Chad
found not just humiliating, but mildly painful. Releasing
his hold, he traced his fingers over Chad's brownish,
wrinkled scrotum, outlining each of the diminutive orbs that
were just visible just under the skin.  Gripping each side
of the wrinkled skin, he stretched Chad's bag out and
examined it from all sides.  He gave Chad's balls a gentle
squeeze, causing a little gasp from Chad.  "Hold still,"
Tommy said in response to Chad's flinching.  "Or I'll give
you something jump about!"  Hearing the threat in Tommy's
voice, Chad forced himself to hold still, as Jesse continued
gently massaging the wrinkled skin of his scrotum.  After
examining it thoroughly, Jesse reached out and batted Chad's
upstanding tool, smiling with delight as it bounced sharply
against Chad's belly and then continued swaying until it
came to a stop.  Reaching out, he batted it again, over and
over, enjoying the slapping sound it made against Chad's
bare stomach.  

Chad endured this abuse without comment.  Now that Jesse
wasn't painfully spreading open his pee slit anymore, all of
this handling by the younger boy's small hands felt rather
good.  He was almost disappointed when Jesse stopped batting
him and said, "Scootch up.  I wanna see your butt hole."  

Chad slid down off the pillows onto his back, and then lay
there, not knowing exactly what the younger boy meant for
him to do.  Tommy came to the rescue.  "Lift both your legs
up, big brother, and hold them with your arms." Chad
complied, suddenly remembering that this was the position
that the nurse had put him in when he was being cleaned up
after peeing himself during his spanking. Once again, he
realized, he was wide open to the world.  Every private part
of his was spread out for easy view.  His blush spread all
the way down his body, as he realized that he no longer had
any secrets from either boy.  Jesse immediately placed a
hand on either side of Chad's sore butt and leaned forward,
studying Chad's pinkish brown, puckered orifice intently. 
Chad could feel Jesse's breath, hot and moist, against his
most private area.  More than a minute went by in silence,
as Jesse stared at the previously mysterious sight of
another boy's butt hole.  He could see every part of Tommy's
brother!  He could memorize every little wrinkle in the
tightly pursed little orifice in front of him.  He felt a
sexual thrill at the power he had over this older boy, who
previously had teased him mercilessly.  In Jesse's own
pants, his tiny, little boy penis sprang to attention.

Suddenly, Chad sneezed. The sneeze caused him to let go of
both his legs, which then shot out convulsively on either
side of Jesse.  Surprised, Jesse lost his balance and fell
backwards off of the bed, landing with a thump on his butt
on the floor.  Chad stifled a second sneeze and sniffed
loudly. "Hey," Tommy said menacingly.  "We didn't say you
could let go yet."  

"That's OK," said Jesse placatingly.  "I've seen everything
already."  

"That doesn't matter," said Tommy.  "He needs to show you
respect.  You're going to have to be punished for that,
bratty brother!"  Tommy seated himself on his own bed. 
"Come here and bend your little butt over my knees," he
ordered.  "If you're going to act like a little boy, I'm
going to spank you like one!"  Reluctantly, aware of the
consequences of disobeying Tommy, Chad prepared himself for
yet another spanking.  He slowly got off the bed and walked
over to his brother, taking the humiliating position across
his brother's small lap.  His head hung down his brother's
left side, while his legs angled down on the right.  "You
know better than that," his brother said chidingly.  "I
can't spank you as good when you're flat.  Bend your butt!" 
Chad quickly complied, allowing his thighs to become
perpendicular to the floor so that his bottom was fully bent
over his brother's lap.  

Jesse was amazed to see the older boy voluntarily get into
position, just as he did when his own mother spanked him
(something that she still did quite often).  Tommy
immediately began spanking, alternating sides of his
brother's butt as he did so, and spanking at a rate of about
one spank a second.  Although he didn't spank hard, and his
hand was small, it didn't take long for Chad's already sore
butt to start to sting again.  "Okay, Tommy, that's enough! 
I'm sorry!  I'll hold still better next time!" he pleaded. 
Tommy ignored Chad, continuing his methodical pace and
carefully covering Chad's entire bottom as evenly as he
could.  Chad's pleading became more insistent.  "Come on,
Tommy, that's enough!"  When Tommy didn't reply, Chad's
voice went up another octave. "Please stop spanking me, it
hurts!"  

"He really is a big baby, isn't he," Jesse commented, his
own small genitals hardening further at the side of his best
friend spanking another boy's bare butt.  Almost without
noticing, his right hand strayed to the front of his pants,
where he began massaging the protruding lump there through
the tented cloth.

Despite his desire to avoid total humiliation in front of
this younger boy, tears started to form in Chad's eyes.  It
wasn't that Tommy was spanking so hard, but on top of the
hard spanking and paddling he'd already gotten at school,
plus the additional spanking Tommy had given him earlier,
Tommy's enthusiastic slaps really stung, and the deeper
bruises he'd gotten from being paddled throbbed with each
slap was well.  He was crying softly when Tommy finally
stopped and instructed him to get up.  Chad rose unsteadily
to his feet, hoping Tommy would finally leave his sore butt
alone for awhile. No such luck.  "Come over here and sit
down, Jesse, so he can go over your knees," Tommy invited
his friend.  "There's no reason you can't give him a few
good whacks, too."  Tommy rose and Jesse sat tentatively
down, acutely aware of the small tent his hard penis was
making in his sweatpants as he sat.  He glanced at Tommy,
who was looking at his crotch, too.  Both boys' eyes met
briefly, then Tommy give Jesse a little grin and merely
said, "Go on – don't let his butt cool down."  

Relieved that his friend wasn't going to point his condition
out, Jesse looked at Chad, noting with fascination that the
older boy's penis had remained hard throughout his most
recent spanking by his brother, and was jumping slightly
with each beat of his heart even as tears streamed down his
cheeks.  He reached out and batted the turgid organ a few
times, giggling. Then he put on a serious face and looked up
at Chad.   "Over my knees," he said.  "I'm giving you a good
spanking, young man!"  Jesse said, repeating the words he'd
personally heard from his own mother many times before when
he was in Chad's position.  

Chagrined at being spoken to like an errant child by this
younger boy, Chad complied.  Jesse spent a few moments
exploring Chad's exposed bottom with his fingertips, lightly
caressing the small raised blisters from his school paddling
and feeling the heat of the skin from the spanking his best
friend had just administered.  Chad flinched when he hit
particularly tender spots, but otherwise submitted quietly. 
Growing more bold, Jesse put his left hand on Chad's left
butt cheek and spread Chad's buns widely.  He then examined
the boy's butt hole once again, this time gently probing the
center with his right index finger.    "Go ahead, stick it
in," Tommy urged.  "He likes it."  

"I do not," Chad muttered indignantly to the floor.  But
when Chad didn't try to squeeze his butt back together,
protest further, or otherwise try to deny the younger boy
entrance, Jesse tentatively pushed his index finger slowly
into Chad's bottom hole, wiggling it and slowly going deeper
until his finger was all the way in.  Chad involuntarily
squeezed on the finger several times as it was inserted,
causing Jesse to marvel at how tight the orifice was.  "It's
all hot inside," he commented.  

"Turn your finger around in him a bit," Tommy urged.  'He
really likes that."  Jesse twirled his finger around inside
Chad for 30 seconds or so, then withdrew it suddenly.  Both
boys were surprised to see the hole remain open just for a
moment before snapping shut, exposing Chad's dark pink and
surprising clean insides briefly.  "Wow," Tommy commented. 
"We could see right into you for a minute there."
Experimenting, Jesse inserted the finger again and then
withdrew it, once again being treated to a brief glimpse of
Chad's dark pink insides.  His fascination with this new
game waned quickly, though.  By the third time he'd seen
enough, and wiped his damp finger on a Kleenex that Tommy
thoughtfully handed him.  Chad lay still across his lap, his
nether orifice tingling painfully, but at the same time his
small penis throbbing against the younger boy's leg.

 "Okay, young man,"  Jesse said warningly, again talking
like his mother did to him.  "Hold still, I'm going to spank
you now.  Don't move until I tell you that you can get up." 
He added, quoting what his mother usually said when he was
butt up in this position over her lap, "this is going to
hurt!" Tentatively he raised his small hand above Chad's
unprotected butt.  He hesitated a moment, then brought it
swiftly down at the base of Chad's butt, trying to strike at
the junction of his buns and directly over his tightly
pursed butt hole.  Chad let out a little whimper.  Even with
his small hands and slight build, Jesse's slaps could sting
his butt.  Of course this was primarily because his butt was
bare and already blistered from being paddled in school, as
well as by being freshly spanked by his little brother. 
Still, Jesse had an effect on Chad, because each of his
little slaps stung, and because it was intensely humiliating
to have to bend over this little boy's lap and be spanked
like a little boy himself.  In addition, Jesse did not move
his spanks around, and instead continued to strike Chad
repeatedly on the base of the butt.  After being hit several
times in the same spot, the spanks started to sting
intensely, and Chad actually began crying in earnest.  

Tommy took note of the bright red spot was developing at the
bottom junction of his brother's seat.  It was interesting
the way his bottom got red so much faster when Chad was
spanked in the same place over and over.  Chad began
pleading through his crying for Jesse to stop, or at least
spread the spanks around.  "Owwwww!  Ouch!  Not in the same
place!  Owwwww!  Please owwwww!  Stop!  Owwwww!  Don't! 
Owwwww!  It hurts!  Owwwww!  Don't hit there again,
PLEASE!!!!!"  Becoming incoherent, he sagged over Jesse's
lap, dissolving into uncontrollable tears.  As he cried, his
head thrashed from side to side, and he drummed his bare
toes on the carpeted floor.  

Jesse did not stop for another 10 or so slaps, by which time
the center of the base of Chad's butt was a bright red.  He
placed his spanking hand on Chad's left bun, and his other
hand on Chad's right bun, pulling them widely apart. 
"Look!"  he said to Tommy.  "I made a bull's-eye!"  Tommy
leaned forward to look at his brother's spread butt.  It was
true!  His friend had created a circle of red skin where he
had repeatedly spanked the base of Chad's butt.  The skin
inside of the circle, which had been mostly protected
because it was in Chad's crack, was startlingly white in
comparison despite the attention Tommy had given it 10
minutes ago.  And in the center of those two circles, was
the pinkish brown circle of Chad's butt hole!  Both boys
marveled at what Jesse had made.  Chad continued sniffling
over Jesse's lap.  

"Hey, I've got an idea," Tommy said.  "Get up, brat!"  He
said callously to his crying brother.  "And stop that silly
crying!  You're such a baby!"  Chad cautiously stood up, his
right hand reaching back to caress the sore spot over his
butt hole.  Tommy again slapped his hand away.  "No
touching, bratty brother!  Show a little respect for Jesse's
hard work!  Now turn and face the door, and then bend over
and grab your ankles!"  Reluctantly, Chad removed his hands
from his sore spot and bent down to grasp his ankles, still
sniffling.  Tommy nudged his legs to spread them a little
farther apart.  Chad's tear streaked face looked back at the
two boys between his spread legs.  The bull's-eye Jesse had
made winked at them as if it had been painted onto his
brother's butt.  

Tommy reached over to his dresser and picked out four ping-
pong balls that he had placed their earlier in the week. 
"Let's have a game!  We each throw two balls, and we see who
can get closest to the bull's-eye!"  Jesse grinned at Tommy
as they both moved to the far side of the room.  Chad looked
wild-eyed back between his legs.  He sniffed back his tears. 
"Hey, hey!"  He said.  "What about my balls!"  Tommy and
Jesse both turned their attention to Chad's small sack,
bulging smoothly outward underneath his butt hole.  In his
current position, it was thrust backward and clearly visible
between his spread legs.  

"What about them?"  Tommy asked innocently.  

"Well, what if you hit them with a ping-pong ball?" Chad
said anxiously.  

"Then I suppose it will hurt," Tommy said as he and Jesse
both doubled over with laughter.  "You better hope we're
good at aiming!"  

Tommy stepped up first.  He shut one eye, lined a ball up,
and tossed it hard at his brother's upturned butt.  It
bounced off the red spot on Chad's right cheek.  Jesse then
took his first shot, his ball missing Chad entirely and
bouncing off the door.  Tommy's second shot also missed, but
Jesse's second shot hit the white area, just above Chad's
hole.  "Score!"  Jesse said, rushing to retrieve the balls. 
"That's one for me!"  

The boys continued their game for several more rounds,
mostly missing Chad, but occasionally striking the red or
white areas of the target.  Finally, Jesse managed to nail
Chad directly in the center of his wrinkled little nether
eye.  Jumping up and down he started chanting, "I win, I
win!"  

"Just a minute," Tommy said.  "I still have one more ball." 
He spent several seconds lining up his aim, then threw as
hard as he could.  The throw was slightly off.  Instead of
hitting the center of the target, Tommy's throw nailed Chad
squarely on his slightly bulging left testis. Chad gasped
and doubled over, gripping his sack with both hands.  "Oh,
fuck!  Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"  He exclaimed, rocking back
and forth in pain.  

There was a surprised silence in the room from the other two
boys.  Jesse was shocked at the word that Chad had used, and
Tommy was surprised into silence that his naοve brother even
knew such an adult word.  Chad continued rocking and
moaning.  Finally, Jesse spoke up.  "He said the f-word!" 
he said.  "We should tell your Mom that he said the f-word! 
He said it four times!"  Jesse stared at Chad with big,
round eyes.  "He's going to get in trouble!  I can't believe
he said the f-word!  I said the s-word once when I tripped
over a skate, and my mom washed my mouth out with soap!  I
can still taste it!  Do you think your Mom will wash his
mouth out with soap?"  he asked hopefully.

"Maybe," Tommy replied.  "I don't know.  Let's tell her what
he said and see what she does."

While they were having this calm discussion, Chad continued
rocking back and forth, clutching his small ball sack with
both hands.  He had to circle his fingers around either side
of his penis to reach it, because the latter organ was,
surprisingly enough, still hard.  Tommy soon noticed that
fact.  "Get up, big brother," he said, nudging Chad's butt
with his foot.  "It can't hurt that much, you've still got a
hard wiener."  He nudged Chad a bit harder.  "Get up," Tommy
repeated.  "Or I'll kick you right between your buns." 
Reluctantly, Chad got on his feet again, still nurturing his
tortured nut sack.  Tommy reached out and slapped his hands
away.  "I told you before, no touching your little weenie,
brother!  What's with you?  Do you have to play with that
thing all the time!"  

"I'm not playing with it!"  Chad said.  "You hit me right in
the balls!"  

"Good."  Tommy said with satisfaction.  "You need a few good
hits in the balls.  Now put your hands at your sides and
stop touching yourself, or you're getting two flicks."  

Obedient to his brother and greatly fearing additional
flicks on the balls, Chad removed his hands from his
tortured privates.  His small but hard wiener still bobbed
up and down in front of him.  Fascinated by it, Jesse
reached over once again, and began batting it back and forth
playfully between his two cupped hands.  "This is fun," he
said, grinning.  "It's kind of like playing catch!"  To
Chad's horror, he discovered he was actually enjoying it
too.  Each time, Jesse batted his wiener one direction or
the other, his small, almost girlish fingers trailed across
the mushroom tip of Chad's tool.  It hurt a little, but it
was also very stimulating.  Chad could almost imagine that
it was Cynthia's small hands that were touching him. 
Cynthia sat next to him in class, and he thought about her a
lot, these days, especially when he was alone in bed.  

Chad's hips made an involuntary little squeeze, thrusting
his wiener closer to Jesse and making it jump just a bit. 
"Oh, you like that, huh," Jesse said.  "Let's see if you
like it if I hit a little harder!"  He began batting Chad's
wiener more vigorously, which to Chad's surprise was more
pleasurable even while it was also more painful.  The burn
at the base of his butt added to the sensation.  Chad began
thrusting gently with his hips every other slap of Jesse's
hands, stabbing his wiener vigorously at the empty air.  At
last with a little cry, he squeezed his buns together
tightly and rose up on his toes, cumming again for the
second time in an hour.  Jesse jumped back, to avoid being
poked by Chad's wildly jumping little penis.  Chad thrust
two more times, grunting each time.  His penis began
deflating immediately as the waves of pleasure within him
subsided.. "Look, I made him cum!"  Jesse said proudly.  "He
likes it when I spank his weenie."  

Tommy watched Chad performance with amusement.  Finally, as
Chad was catching his breath, he commented, "I think you owe
Jesse something for making you feel good I think you should
offer to suck him!"

Jesse's eyes sparkled.  "That's a good idea," he said.  "I'd
like that.  I bet it would feel really good!"  Without any
modesty at all, he kicked off his shoes and stuck his thumbs
under each side of the waistband of his sweatpants.  In one
swift motion, he shucked them and his underpants off,
tossing them to one side.  He stood in front of both boys
proudly, is already hard little boy penis on display.  Chad
found himself looking at a boy's penis and scrotum for the
second time that afternoon.  He was fascinated by the
differences and similarities between Jesse's equipment and
his and Tommy's.  Jesse was circumcised just like him and
Tommy, so the head of his penis was exposed and helmet-like,
just like theirs.  It was much, much more curved, though, so
that although the middle of it was some distance away from
his stomach, the tip of it was actually touching against his
slightly padded tummy.  Jesse also had a layer of fat
cushioning his pubes, so the whole triangle curving down
where his legs joined bulged somewhat rather than looking
flat like it did on him.  In terms of size, Jesse's penis
was closer to the size of Chad's own organ than to Tommy's
much larger one.  Yet even with the fat cushioning his pubic
bone and hiding a bit of his shaft, this younger boy had a
visibly longer and slightly thicker penis than him.  His
scrotal sac was also noticeably bigger,  Unlike Chad's,
which currently resembled a wrinkled plum somehow glued
between his legs, Jesse's nuts sagged loosely away from his
body, like a hanging bag of skin with two rocks in it. 
Jesse was looking from his own genitals to Chad's, making
comparisons as well.  Finally he commented.  "Man, my dick
and balls are a lot bigger than yours, aren't they Chad? 
How come you have such a teeny weenie?"

Chad didn't answer – he'd been wondering that himself ever
since he'd seen Tommy's boy parts.  It wasn't fair that all
these little kids had bigger stuff than him. He'd always
thought this his was pretty big, especially when it got hard
all by itself in school.  Then he'd felt like it was
standing up so huge that everyone who even glanced at him
could see it.  But events of the last couple of hours had
made him feel very small indeed.

Meanwhile, Tommy walked over to the door and stood in front
of it.  "I'll just stand here, so no one can come in while
you've got your pants off, Jesse.  We wouldn't want our
sister or my Mom coming in here suddenly, and seeing you in
all your glory,"  he said, leaning with his back against the
door.  "She might get excited and want to do things to you." 
The two boys exchanged conspiratorial grins.  

"Now let's see, how do I want you to do this?"  Jesse mused
to himself.  He suddenly jumped backward, landing on Chad's
bed, his bare butt bouncing a couple of times before
settling.  He leaned back against Chad's pillows and spread
his legs wide, just as Chad had a few minutes before.  "Go
on, get up there," Tommy ordered Chad.  Slowly, Chad made
his way onto the bed positioning himself between Jesse's
spread legs.  He had a feeling that he was going to do a lot
more wiener sucking for both these younger boys before his
week was up.  Jesse invitingly parted his legs a bit wider
as Chad climbed between them, and reached down obligingly
and grabbed his wiener by the base, pointing it down towards
Chad's mouth.  "Remember, watch the teeth, Chad.  Jesse, if
he hits your wiener with his teeth, you get the flick him on
the balls with your fingertip.  Once for each time he does
it."

Sighing audibly, resigned to his fate, Chad determined to
get it over with.  He grabbed Jesse's small wiener by the
shaft and immediately took the mushroom-shaped head into his
mouth.   He was glad that Jesse, like his brother, was
circumcised.  He'd seen the loose, pointy skin of the
uncircumcised boys' equipment when sneaking peeks over the
urinals in the boys' room, and he didn't relish having that
in his mouth.  He pressed his tongue against the hard tip of
the other boy's tool, causing Jesse to sigh with pleasure. 
Deciding to make this boy cum as quickly as possible, Chad
immediately shoved forward, taking in all of Jesse's curved
boy flesh.  With his nose against Jesse stomach, he began
sucking vigorously, being careful to keep his teeth back out
of the way.  Within half a minute, Jesse small fingers
clutched at the empty air at the same time that his body
contracted so violently that he lifted his small butt clear
off the bed, ramming his groin into Chad's face.  His small,
pudgy body convulsed as he thrust two more times, then he
collapsed on the bed, withdrawing his penis abruptly from
the older boy's mouth.  Chad was relieved that Jesse was a
dry cummer like him.  Jesse pushed Chad off of himself. 
"Stop it, it tickles now,"  he said, looking with
satisfaction at his diminishing tool now dripping with
saliva.  

"Hey, Jesse," Tommy said from across the room.  "Need a
tissue to wipe my bratty brother's spit off of yourself?" 
He tossed the box over to Jesse.  "You clean me off, Chad,"
Jesse ordered, handing the box to him.  "I don't want to
touch your gross old spit."   Chad almost retorted that
touching someone's spit wasn't nearly as bad as having to
suck some little brat's wiener, but he realized that they
would probably merely agree and then make more fun of him
for doing it.  Instead, he quietly pulled out some tissues
and gently wiped down Jesse's rapidly shrinking penis.  It
felt odd touching someone's penis besides his own.  He was
chagrined to discover that even flaccid Jesse's penis was
bigger than his.   Tommy watched from the door.  "I think
you're getting better with practice, Chad," he said.  "We'll
have to give you lots more practice in the next few days. 
Did he keep those teeth away from you, Jesse?"

Chad was sure he'd kept his teeth away this time – indeed,
Jesse had cum so quickly that he hadn't had much time to
scrape the younger boy with his teeth, and his mouth still
ached from the effort of avoiding contact.  But he was
afraid that Jesse would lie, just for the pleasure of
flicking him on the bare nuts.  Surprisingly enough, Jesse
looked at him seriously.  "No, I didn't feel any teeth at
all.  It just felt good!  Can you make him do it again,
soon?" 

"Sure," Tommy promised his friend.  "But let's give him a
rest right now, so he's ready for tonight." He turned to
Chad.  "Go stand in the corner, bratty brother, and think
about how we're all going to be paddling your butt soon!"

Chad stood in the corner with his hands behind his head, his
nose against the wall, and his well blistered bare butt on
display for the next half-hour as Jesse and Tommy looked at
old Mad Magazines.  Standing facing the wall, Chad found
himself with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was glad
not to have small hands spreading his buns, smacking his
butt, flicking his balls, batting his wiener, and probing
his poo hole.  He hated being the only naked person when
everyone else was clothed – it made him feel so small and
vulnerable.  On the other hand, it was uncomfortable
standing in the corner with nothing to do but think about
how much his butt, his balls, and his butt hole hurt, and
how he was soon going to get a big spanking butt naked in
front of everyone.  Not only was his brother and sister
going to witness his punishment, but it appeared that Jesse
was staying for dinner and would watch as well.   

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Chad, Tommy
looked at his watch.  "Almost time for dinner," he
announced.  And," he added, knowing the effect it would have
on his brother, "almost time for when we get to watch a
certain little crybaby get his butt whacked again!"   He
called to Chad.  "Turn around and come out of the corner,
bratty brother.  I think you should thank Jesse and me for
the nice spankings we gave you, and for allowing you the
privilege of sucking our weenies."  

"Yeah!" Jesse chimed in.  "You should thank us!"  

"Why should I thank you," Chad protested.   I didn't like
any of those things," 

"Doesn't matter," Tommy said matter-of-factly.  "You have to
thank us because I said you do.  Now thank us for all the
things we did to punish you, or I'll tell Mom you disobeyed
me."

Chad knew he had to obey, especially since they were going
downstairs and anything he did or didn't do would probably
be reported to Mom immediately.  "Thank you for spanking
me," he said grudgingly.  

"And for what else," Tommy asked, reaching down and giving
his brother's once again hard penis a quick yank.  

"And for flicking my balls," Chad said in a soft voice.  

"And what else," Tommy said menacingly, giving Chad's penis
a harder yank.  "And thank you for letting me suck your
wieners," Chad said, now thoroughly humiliated.  

"I don't think you've thanked us properly," Tommy said.  "We
could have been lots meaner to you.  I mean, we could have
spent the whole time flicking your balls, or spanking your
butt!  Kids as nice as us deserve a special thank you!  I
think you should thank us by kissing our butts!"  

"Yeah," Jesse said.  "Kiss our butts," he chimed in.  He
immediately yanked down his pants and underpants until they
were below his knees, turning so his little bottom, still
chubby with baby fat, was facing Chad.  He bent over and
thrust his butt upward, once again surprising Chad and Tommy
with his total lack of modesty.  This kid didn't seem to
care if people looked at any part of him!  Chad couldn't
imagine feeling like that.  He'd been naked for hours now,
but he still wanted more than anything to put pants on and
cover his private parts.  When he was Jesse's age he would
never in a million years have bent over like that and showed
other boys his poo hole!

Speaking of poo holes, Chad thought to himself, focusing on
Jesse's own orifice.  Chad was somewhat surprised to
discover that Jesse's tightly pursed butt hole was a dark
pink rather than the brownish pink of his own as seen in a
mirror, and had quite a different wrinkle pattern.  A
prominent ridge of skin ran between the wrinkled little eye
and Jesse's drooping, loose scrotum with its quite visible
oval contents.  Jesse's face looked backward at Chad upside
down between his legs, his smirk just visible under the
slightly swaying bag.  "I'm ready," he proclaimed.

"Go ahead and kiss it, Chad," Tommy said, still holding
Chad's wiener and yanking it several times to make his
point.  He pulled down firmly, leaving Chad little choice
but to get down on his knees in front of the younger boy's
upturned bottom.  "Kiss it now," Tommy said menacingly,
squeezing Chad's organ harder for emphasis.  Chad ducked his
head quickly and brushed his lips against Jesse's right
buttock.   "That's not how you do it," Tommy said
immediately.  He released his grip from Chad's penis and
immediately grasped Chad's tight ball bag with his fingers,
isolating each nut and pulling them away from Chad's body so
that he had a firm grip on the wrinkled sack and its
contents.  "Kiss him again, and make sure this time you do
it right on his asshole!"  "Yeah," agreed Jesse, giggling. 
"You gotta do it right on my asshole!"  His little bottom
bounced merrily as he laughed, the plump cheeks flexing and
the little eye between winking at Chad.  

Knowing his brother had him, literally, by the balls, Chad
leaned forward until his face was centered on the other
boy's anus.  He stared at his target up close, relieved
somewhat by its apparent spotlessness.  A tentative sniff on
Chad's part detected nothing but a faint smell of soap. 
"This kid's got to have the cleanest butt in town," he
thought to himself.  Shutting his eyes he quickly leaned
forward and planted his lips on the wrinkled skin.  As he
started to pull away, Tommy tugged on his sack.  "Do it
again," he said.  "And this time, leave your lips on his
hole until I count to five.  And press hard, so he can feel
you."  Again and Chad had no choice but to comply, placing
his lips on the other boy's butt hole while Tommy, very
slowly, counted to five.  During this seemingly long period
of time, Chad could feel the tightly wrinkled ring twitching
slightly against his lips, and he did his best to avoid
thinking about what that particular part of a boy's anatomy
was for.  Finally, after what seemed like forever, Tommy
said "Five," and Jesse straightened up laughing and pulling
his pants up.  

"Your turn," he said the Tommy.   At this point it struck
Tommy that he'd be baring his most private areas to his best
friend, just as that friend had done without hesitation to
him a moment ago.  He hadn't thought about it before
proposing this punishment for his brother, and now he was
committed.  Strengthening his shoulders, he tried to act
nonchalant, like he went around flashing his butt hole to
people every day.  "Watch the door, Jess," he said, striding
over to take Jesse's place in front of Chad.  Manfully, he
yanked down his sweatpants, shoving them down to his ankles. 
His white underpants followed, revealing his muscular,
developing butt to both his brother and his friend.  Bending
down, he rested his elbows on his legs and propped his fists
against his face, thrusting his butt out and splaying his
crack so that his brownish red hole was revealed.  Jesse
looked on with interest, his own small penis rising.  He'd
never seen another boy's butt hole before today, and now he
was looking at his second one!  He was surprised by how
brown Tommy's was – it wasn't the color of poo and indeed it
looked clean, but it wasn't pink like his looked in the
bathroom mirror, either.  It wasn't even pinkish brown, like
Chad's.  He wondered how many colors boy's butt holes came
in. 

Even though his brother no longer had him by the balls, Chad
knew he was at his brother's mercy, and quickly leaned
forward and placed his lips on Tommy's hole. "Push harder,"
Tommy ordered.  "I gotta be able to feel your mouth on me. 
Chad pressed his lips harder against the orifice, wanting
this to be over.  Tommy slowly began counting. 
"One...Two...Three...Four..." He paused a bit before the
last word, suddenly tensing his body.  The wrinkled muscle
beneath Chad's lips twitched suddenly, and he was startled
by a blast of warm air flowing past his face.  He flew
backwards onto his bottom , trying to wipe his mouth and
face with his hands and sputtering."

I'm going to kill you!'  he howled, still swiping at his
lips.  "You farted in my face!" 

Tommy and Jesse were in hysterics, Tommy laughing so hard he
was having trouble pulling up his pants.  "Boy, you should
have seen the look on your face!  You had to kiss my fart!"

Chad lunged for Tommy, who neatly sidestepped him so that he
crashed into the door, shoulder first, and lay there,
stunned.  Tommy took advantage of his momentary
incapacitation to seize his brother once again by the
scrotum, digging all 5 fingers into the base of the sack and
thus firmly trapping his balls again.  "You won't do
anything to me, will you brother?"  Reining in his fury,
Chad forced himself to nod "no."  His brother was squeezing
his balls just hard enough to cause a dull ache, but he knew
that Tommy could easily squeeze much harder.  He let his
hands fall to his sides.  "Now I'm going to let go of your
'nads, bro, and you're going to be a good boy and just lie
there, right?' he said evenly.  "Because if you try to hit
me again, I'll tell Mom on you, and who knows what she'd
do!"  Chad nodded assent glumly, and Tommy released his
balls, leaving Chad sitting up, rubbing his now sore
shoulder, feeling humiliated and impotent.