Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 46
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 46:  Work Detail

The job was, indeed, not for sissies.  Mr. Winston led Chad
to the back yard adjoining his own, and up to the edge of a
slimy-looking, smelly depression in the ground.

"That used to be our koi pond, youngster," he said, waving
at the depression.  All Chad could see was a hole full of
sticky mud with algae and moss growing on top.  "You're
going to clean it out."  He handed Chad a plastic bucket. 
"Get in."

"In there?" Chad said incredulously.  "It's all dirty and
gross!"

"Look at it this way, you won't get your britches dirty!"
Mr. Winston said, laughing at his own cleverness.  "'Cause
you don't have any, don't you see," he continued, as if he
needed to explain.  He gave Chad a companionable slap on the
butt, which stung anyway because of Chad's naked condition.

Chad hesitated.  "Come on, get in there, lad," Mr. Winston
prodded.  Standing behind Chad, he looped an arm around
Chad's chest and clapped a hand between Chad's legs, cupping
his genitals and lifting him easily, swinging him over the
slimy mess.  Retracting his hand from between Chad's legs,
he lowered the boy into the center of the pool.  The mud was
less supportive than it had looked – Chad's body sunk down
until the mud was covering the tip of his penis and his
scrotum, with the shaft of his penis and the top of his butt
still sticking out.  It had a slimy, disgusting texture and
smelled of rot.  Mr. Winston handed him the bucket.  "Now
fill this and hand it to me, and then I'll give you the next
bucket while I dump this one, and you fill it, and then I'll
be back with the first one, and you keep bailing until we
get all this mud out of here."

Chad went to work.  The job was tedious and the night was
hot, and soon he was sweating rivers down his back, the
sweat blending with the mud clinging to his body.  His arms
were quickly aching, his soft muscles burning with exertion. 
Every time he filled a bucket the mud flowed in and filled
the depression, so it was hard to see what progress was
being made.  After about 10 full buckets had been carried
away and dumped, Chad looked up to discover, to his chagrin,
that two identical girls were watching him studiously. He
gave a yelp of surprise and squatted lower into the pond, so
that his genitals and bare butt disappeared into the slime. 
Mr. Winston came back with the empty bucket.  "These are my
grands," he said.  "They're twins."  Chad had already
deduced that from the fact that the two blond haired, blue-
eyed girls of about 15 looked identical, and were wearing
matching outfits, in this case floral patterned bikinis. 
Each had perfect cheek bones, high, arched eyebrows, small
but shapely breasts, and gently flared, feminine hips
tapering to small, delicate feet with long toes.  He jerked
his attention away from their perfect hips as he felt his
penis responding in the muck.  One handed her grandfather a
water bottle with condensation dripping off the outside, the
other handed Chad a bottle with no condensation on it.  It
was easy to see why when Chad took it – it was room
temperature.  "Sorry," the girl handing it to him said
sweetly.  "But we were told you had to drink warm water.  Is
it a medical thing?"

Chad didn't answer – he just gulped the water down
thirstily.  Then it was back to work on the mud in the pond. 
Chad had thought the girls would leave after delivering the
water, but they stayed, chatting inconsequentially to each
other and Mr. Winston.  As the mud gradually dropped lower
and lower, Chad was forced to squat lower and lower to keep
his nudity hidden.  Eventually, though, he felt his bare
butt contact the rough bottom of the pond, and he was unable
to keep himself under the mud after that.  At first the
girls didn't appear to notice, but when the mud had dropped
so low that his entire mud covered genital region was
exposed, and the glop of mud he'd placed on his crotch
slowly slid away, one glanced his way, did a double take,
and then announced, excitedly, "Hey, he doesn't have any
pants on!"  Her sister then turned to look as well.  

Chad tried to cover up, but that only lasted until the
returning Mr. Winston looked down and ordered, "Hands off
your pecker, boy – ply with yourself later!  There's work to
be done!"  Chad went back to grimly finishing the scooping
of mud from the bottom, the girls looking at his grimy
genitals at their leisure. Their attention gave him a
partial erection, causing his penis to flop about as he
worked disconcertingly. 

By the time Chad had finished, his arms ached so badly he
thought they might fall off, and the lower half of his body
was solid mud, and mud was splashed all over the rest of him
as well.  He smelled like the ocean at low tide.  

Mr. Winston had Chad stand and gave him an old broom to push
the final remnants of the mud to one side, where it could be
more or less rolled into the bucket.  By then, Chad could
barely move, and every muscle in his body ached.  The mud
had dried all over him and he felt itchy and uncomfortable. 
He didn't even care that much that the girls were now seeing
his exposed butt as well, and even between his buns when he
had to bend over to scoop up the mud.  He just wanted to lie
down and sleep.  Mr. Winston helped him out of the now empty
pond and stood him by the patio drain, a perfect match to
the one at his own house.  He was somewhat chagrined to
discover that the mud clung to him tightly, so that his boy
parts were still clearly outlined and visible despite being
coated with mud that dripped off of his fingers and covered
his body from head to toe, but especially thickly from his
waist on down.  Ooze slithered between his buns and dripped
off the back of his sack.  

Mr. Winston went to the patio table, coming back with a
long-handled bath brush and a giant bar of harsh-looking
soap.  "I'm going to rinse you now, and then my grands will
help wash you off,"  Mr. Winston said helpfully.  "Now hold
still."

Chad reflexively clapped his hands protectively over his
genitals, fishy-smelling mud gushing out between his fingers
as he did.  The girls laughed at his action.  "No need to
cover up, little dude," the one with the brush said.  "We've
seen more little boys' weenies than you can shake a stick
at.  Besides, you're only what, 10?  You've got nothing to
see, anyway."

"He claims he's 13," Mr. Winston chortled.  "Can you believe 
that?  Why, when I was 13, I was already this size."  He
busied himself with a small machine that looked like a
vacuum cleaner, plugging it into the water and messing with
it.

"You're gonna have to move your hands so that we can wash
you," the nearer girl said.  "You don't want to go home
smelling like a fish bowl, do you?  Now come on, don't be
shy."  Chad noticed that both girls were a whole head taller
than him.  He stubbornly clung to his genitals, trying to
keep his back away from them so his bare butt wasn't
visible, a task that became impossible when the twin with
the bar of soap began circling him, looking him over
critically.  

"You're a mess," she said as she circled behind him.  Chad
squeezed his butt tightly, as if by closing it he could deny
her a view.  She wrinkled her nose.  "You stink, too."

The twin with the brush patted it against her open hand. 
"Come on, little fellow.  Put your hands at your sides so
Grandpa can hose you down."  Chad stubbornly kept his
genitals covered.  He'd already been viewed by too many
girls today – he was determined he wasn't adding these two
to the list!  He was shocked by the sudden throb of an
electric pump and by being hit in the chest by a blast of
cold water at high speed.  The force of it stung his skin as
it peeled the mud off of him, revealing pink skin beneath
and rapidly cleaning off his chest.  

The thrum stopped a moment. "Pressure washer," old Mr.
Winston chortled.  "Really stings the hide, doesn't it,
youngster."  He circled to Chad's left and the spray lasted
out again, knocking mud of the side of Chad's face and
blowing his hair wildly as it stung his neck and the back of
his head.  Chad reached up instinctively to protect his
head, and the spray shifted to his genitals, the water
pelting his sensitive scrotum and stinging the tip of his
penis.  Chad clapped both hands over the area to protect it,
causing Mr. Winston to shift to his stomach.  

And so it went on, with Mr. Winston spraying an area, Chad
responding by clapping hands over that area, Mr. Winston
spraying an area he left exposed, Chad protecting it, and so
on.  In about a minute, most of the mud was off of Chad's
front and he switched to the back.  As Chad stood protecting
his balls, Mr. Winston managed to aim the nozzle at his butt
crack from only about 2 feet away and play it down between
his small buns.  Chad squealed and squeezed his butt tightly
as the water forced its way between his buns, stinging all
the way into his crack and even forcing its way into his
butt hole when it played over it and then and down between
his legs.  When he clapped both hands over his butt, Mr.
Winston merely washed down his back and the back of his
head.  When Chad reached up to protect his stinging scalp,
Mr. Winston went back to his lower butt and washed down the
back of his legs.  Finally, mercifully, the stinging flow of
water ceased.

"That's good enough to start with,"  Mr. Winston said to the
twins.  "Soap him down and scrub him!"  The girls responded
with vigor, descending on Chad from two sides, one soaping
and the other scrubbing everywhere he left unprotected. 
Chad tried to protect his genitals again, so they pried his
butt apart and rammed the soap deeply in between his buns,
then scrubbed so vigorously his butt crack began stinging
painfully.  He reached back to block the brush, only to have
his hands seized by the brush wielding twin and held behind
his back as her sister liberally soaped his genitals,
raising a thick lather and causing his half hard penis to
rise in throbbing erection.  She then picked up the brush
her twin had dropped and spread the lather from his genitals
upward to soap his chest and scrub his entire front from
neck to toes.  

Chad was held tightly by her sister during this process, who
had finally trapped both his wrists in one hand and seized
his hair with the other, immobilizing his head so her sister
could scrub his face and neck.  She then put Chad in a half
nelson so that her sister could lather his hair.  By this
point, soap was stinging Chad's eyes, so he was forced to
close them.  As he could no longer see to resist the
washing, he slumped and let the girls do as they wished, one
holding his arms while the other made another pass over his
body liberally soaping everything, but paying special
attention to his underpants region.  The brush was then
applied all over his body, leaving it pink and shining, and
the twin wielding it finishing with a scrubbing of his
genitals that left Chad rock hard and yearning.

Then he was released, but before he even realized he was
free, the stinging spray came again, playing over his body
from top to bottom, stinging his genitals and invading his
nether regions once again.  The spray stopped and he opened
his eyes, having to blink to clear them and focus.  The two
girls were staring at his genitals and smirking at his
throbbing hard on.  Chad clapped both hands over it to make
a covering tent, but Mr. Winston grasped them roughly and
put them behind his head.  "Your ma warned me you couldn't
keep your hands off your pecker," he said roughly, "and now
I believe it!  Now stop acting like an animal – there are
young ladies present!"  He squeezed Chad's wrists for
emphasis and then released him.  

"That's all right, Grandpa," the twin who had held him said
condescendingly.  "He's just a little guy, and they don't
know any better.  The boys I baby sit for have their hands
on their little things every time you change them, and even
the older ones have their hands in their pajamas when we're
watching TV or I'm reading them bedtime stories."

"Yeah," her twin replied.  "Their little things get hard,
and they don't even know what they're for.  I mean, look at
him – he doesn't even have a hair on him, and his thing's
barely more than an inch long!  Now if a real, grown up boy
was looking like that it would be gross, but on little guys
like this it's kind of cute!  He probably hasn't even had an
orgasm yet!"

Chad couldn't keep silent in the face of this humiliating
barrage.  "Have, too!" he retorted.  "I have them all the
time!  And it's not that little, it's two inches long! 
Look, get a ruler and I'll prove it to you!"

"We have no more time for this kind of nonsense, youngster,"
Mr. Winston said.  He flung a worn, threadbare towel at
Chad.  "Dry yourself, but keep your hands away from your
pecker! I don't want you playing your dirty games in front
of my grands, even if all of the other little boys do it all
the time!  I'd say that now that the works done t's time to
get you home.  Your Ma will want to punish you some more
before bedtime, I'm sure."

As if on cue, just as Chad finished wiping himself down,
carefully keeping his back to the girls as he dried his toes
so as to at least keep his butt crack and shy little butt
hole hidden, Tommy and Jesse showed up in the back yard to
cuff his hands behind him and lead him home.  It was late
enough that all the kids were in from the street, so it was
in silence that they walked back in their own house.  

Tommy led Chad to the toilet.  So tired he could barely
stand, Chad had no problem peeing copiously in front of the
two boys.  They then walked him upstairs and down the hall
to his cell.  Once inside, his cuffs were removed and he was
ordered to lie down on his back.  Jesse tied the leg
restraints tightly around his ankles, and Tommy tied his
arms on either side of his head at the top of the cot. Chad
was looking forward to blessed sleep by that point, but of
course that wasn't going to happen yet.  

First, Tommy stripped off his pants and underpants, now no
longer shy in front of Jesse, and straddled Chad on his cot,
face to crotch.  He gripped Chad's scrotum just tightly
enough to get his message across, then lowered his genitals
toward his tired brother's face.  Chad, having no choice,
took his brother's penis in his mouth for the second time
that afternoon, working hard at tonguing it to hasten his
orgasm as his brother humped his face. His hands fluttered
against the restraints – he felt so much more helpless this
way! His own penis throbbed untouched and unfulfilled.  His
brother soon climaxed and withdrew, leaving only his taste
behind, and stepped back into his underpants as Jesse
stripped his own pants and underpants off, his curved little
dick shining pinkly against the room light.   He quickly
assumed the same position as Tommy but was more animated and
considerably noisier, thrusting his smaller penis twice as
rapidly and occasionally becoming so energetic he pulled
completely out of Chad's mouth and had to guide himself back
in with his right hand.   He humped Chad's mouth like a sex-
starved Billy goat, whooping as he had his little dry cum at
the older boy's expense.  Without speaking to Chad, they
pulled on underpants and left carrying their pants under
their arms, turning out the light as they went.  

It was pitch black in the room after that, and Chad quickly
drifted off to sleep.  Some time later, though, he suddenly
came awake.  He tried to move his hands and found them
bound, only gradually remembering he was tied to his bunk
and being punished.  There was something moving in the room
– he could hear breathing and sensed someone crouched by his
cot.  For a moment, the little boy in him made him think of
monsters from under the bed, but the reason asserted itself
and he realized it must be a family member or a visitor,
come to torment him in his sleep. "Tommy?" he asked quietly. 
"Beth?  Mom?"  

The barely sensed figure didn't answer, but the breathing
continued. It was so dark in the room that Chad couldn't
even tell if it was a large or small person, a boy or girl
or woman.  Suddenly his heart lurched as a small, feminine
hand grasped his thigh and gently moved up until it was
against his wrinkled scrotum.  He cringed, expecting
punishment and sudden pain, but the hand traced around his
scrotum gently and sensitively, gradually traveling upward
to his erect, throbbing, unfulfilled penis.  It gently
explored the organ, circling the head several times and
bringing a longing ache to Chad's groin.  His hips
contracted involuntarily, ramming his erection toward the
hand.

"Karen?" Chad asked. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," the unseen figure responded.  The hand
moved down to the base of his penis and paused there.  There
was a shift, and then delicious wetness enclosed Chad's
organ as a warm mouth sucked him in eagerly and began moving
up and down it, taking it all in each time.  He could feel
the soft tongue licking as the mouth enclosed him.  A tooth
scraped him now and then, detracting from the pleasure of
the rest of the contact.  Now he understood why Tommy was so
adamant about keeping his teeth back, it really spoiled the
sensation.  

"Careful with your teeth," he hissed.  The figure didn't
respond, but the mouth shifted and the tooth scraping
stopped.  Chad was able to relax, then, and lose himself in
the sensations.  His hips, not bound, began thrusting almost
immediately after that, and within seconds he was grunting
loudly through the most toe-curling orgasm he'd ever had. 
The mouth slowed and stopped, then the fingers circled his
penis and squeezed, traveling to the tip, sluicing saliva
off of him.  He felt tissues sponge off his privates gently,
leaving them dry and sated.  The figure shifted and then was
gone, the door closing behind it before he could twist his
head to catch a glimpse of the figure as it left.

Chad lay on his cot, amazed.  It had to be Karen – Beth
would never be that caring, and besides, she was his sister! 
He felt an incredible sense of well-being.  Yes, he was
going to be punished, humiliated, and do hard labor tomorrow
and Sunday, and get his little butt blistered and his balls
beaten and probably end up sucking off a few dozen boys on
Monday, and he'd be lucky if they didn't shove something
painful up his butt, but right now the world was a pleasant,
happy place.

It seemed moments later that Chad woke with a start from a
sound sleep.  The room light was glaringly bright, and Beth
was chanting, "Wakey, wakey!" in chirpy tones.  Chad tried
to roll over and discovered that he was still tied to the
bed, with nothing covering him and his bare body on display.

"What time is it," he muttered.

"It's 5:30, and it's wakey time," Beth replied.  She reached
over and batted his erect penis, pointing almost at his
face.  "Good, you're still hard!  Remember what I said – no
cumming for you unless I allow it!  Karen edged into the
small cell made by his mother's bookcases in the bigger room
and started unhooking his leg restraints. Upon hearing his
sister's words, Chad smiled at Karen and winked, knowing
that only the two of them were aware of how wrong his sister
was.  She smiled back at him warmly and reached across,
removing his other leg restraint. Beth removed his arm
restraints, and Chad sat up, hunching over his erection. 
Man, he really had to pee, and his hard on meant everybody
knew it.  It was just one of the many ways this being bare
all the time sucked.  

"Do you have to pee," Beth asked, smiling warmly at Chad.

"Yes," Chad admitted.

"Do you need to go right now, or can it wait?" she
continued.

"I need to go now," Chad responded, rising from his cot, his
penis at full mast and upwardly angled as it bobbed.

"Too bad," Beth said cheerfully.   "Because you're getting
pee training again this morning.  You have to run completely
around our block four times before you're allowed to go. 
I'm going to watch you from the corner down the street, and
Karen is going to go now to the opposite corner, so that one
of us can see you at all times.  If you stop running or stop
to pee, Mom gave us two different punishments we can impose
that won't mark your body but that will be very painful. 
You don't want to know what they are, although I have a
feeling you'll be finding out before the weekend is over." 
She handed Chad a ball of socks and his tennis shoes.  "You
get to wear these for your run, nothing else."

Chad looked at her dumbfounded.  "But people will see me,"
he said plaintively.

"I doubt many people are up at 5:30 in the morning on a
Saturday, but yes, those who are will see you.  Don't worry,
your little things are so small they'll hardly notice.  But
the longer you stand here, the more people will be up," Beth
said with a smirk. 

Hastily, Chad pulled on socks and slipped into shoes. 
Bending down to tie them meant exposing his butt hole to
Beth, who waited until he was just tightening the final bow
and then suddenly poked the center of his hole sharply with
her finger tip, shouting "Got ya!" at the same time.  Chad
jumped, clapping both hand over his butt crack.  She
immediately gave his erect penis a yank, steering him into
the hall.

The September morning was cold on Chad's naked skin as they
left the yard.  Karen had already gone to her post on the
opposite side of the block.  Beth slapped Chad's butt.  "Get
going," she said.  "Remember, 4 times around, nonstop, and
no peeing!"

Chad took of at a lope, his penis bouncing disconcertingly
with each step, the need to pee a burning ache in his loins. 
He rounded the first corner, startled and embarrassed to see
a figure of a girl on the far corner.  Then he realized it
was only Karen, leaning against a tree and watching his
progress.  He was panting by the time he loped by her and
started down the next block with her eyeing his bobbing butt
cheeks as he ran.  He was getting winded by the time he
rounded the next corner.  He really had gotten out of shape! 
He could see Beth at the far end, watching him, so he forced
himself to run on, passing her panting and starting up his
home block.  He passed the house without incident, Beth
shouting, "Step it up, brat," as he receded down the block. 
As he approached Karen on his second lap, she called out,
"How's it going?" and he panted "Okay" and went on.  His
penis was still erect and bobbing, owing mainly to the
burning need to pee that still made his loins ache.

As he rounded the third corner and caught sight of Beth
again, he almost stopped in embarrassment.  There were two
kids much shorter than her standing beside her, looking
avidly up the street toward him.  As he approached, he saw
it was two of the Bascomb kids, a boy and a girl, as usual
with smudged faces and dirty clothes.  Both were laughing
and pointing at his bobbing penis as he approached, the girl
reaching out and batting it sideways as he passed, the boy
following him for about 10 paces, giving his butt a few
light smacks while saying, "go, go, go!"  

By the time he rounded the next corner, mercifully out of
their sight, his lungs were burning and his legs were tired. 
Karen, thankfully, was still standing alone as he
approached.  "Hang in there," she called as he went by. 
Chad was so tired he could barely nod as he passed.  He
hadn't run this far continuously in a long time!  He plodded
down the far block, dreading turning the next corner and
encountering Beth and the Bascombs again.  

As he turned the next corner, his spirits dropped further. 
There were now a cluster of kids on the corner – at least 6
of them! As he got closer, he was able to recognize
individuals.  Besides the two dirty Bascomb brats and Beth,
there were two girls and a boy watching him pant his way
towards them.  Celeste Garcia, despite her ethnic name a
short, light-skinned girl of about 14 with light brown hair,
was gawking at his bouncing genitals as he approached,
unable to take her eyes off of them.  Little Edwin Saris and
his sister, 11 and 12, were smirking at his nudity, Edwin
with a superior smile, his sister with wide eyes.  As Chad
approached, he heard Edwin comment to his sister, "See, I
told you it was smaller than mine is hard!"  

"Yeah, but yours disappears when it's soft," she replied
loudly.  So does mine, Chad thought to himself.  If he
wasn't already thoroughly flushed from running he'd have
flushed more.  Gee, whiz, his wiener was as big as it ever
gets, and little kids still comment on how small it is!  He
turned the corner and started up the block, the Bascomb kids
racing along on either side of him again, this time the girl
giving his wiener a quick pull while the boy urged him along
with little slaps to the center of his left butt cheek. 
They soon tired of following and pulled up, as Chad loped by
his house, still quiet in the early morning hours.

Still a complete circuit to go, Chad thought to himself, his
lungs burning, his legs leaden, and a pain developing in his
side.  He wondered idly why Edwin Saris' sister knew what
size his erect penis was.  Did he go around showing it to
her?  Did she drift casually into the bathroom when he was
taking a shower and look at him, or watch him pee?  She said
she'd seen it hard!  Of course, boys wake up with hard ons
every day, but do they let their sisters see them?  He and
Tommy sure didn't!  He couldn't even imagine voluntarily
showing himself to his sister, which was part of the reason
he hated being naked in front of her now, not to mention all
the other kids who'd seen his normally private regions.  He
rounded the upper block corner panting violently, the ache
in his side intensifying.  He was relieved to see Karen
still standing alone on the other corner.  It seemed to take
him forever to labor up to where she was standing.  He
staggered to the tree she was leaning on and collapsed
against it, holding his side.

"Cant.  Go.  On," he panted.  "Hurts.  Too.  Much."  He was
almost doubled over with the side stitch.

Karen stepped to support him, easing him upright again,
urging him to breath more deeply and not in such short
gasps.  She massaged his side.  "You can't stay here long,"
she said.  "Beth will notice if you're too long getting
back.  Now breath deeply, and finish your lap, and then
she'll let you use the bathroom."

"Can't. Wait," Chad panted.  "Got. To. Go. Now!"  

"No," Karen said firmly, grasping his penis by the tip,
squeezing off his outlet.  "Don't even think about it.  Beth
has this thing – well, I'm not going to tell you what she
has, but she'll use it on you if you go now, or before she
says you can go.  And she'll know if you go now, because
you'll be empty when she lets you go.  Now hurry up, get
going down the block.  I like you – I don't want you to
suffer any more than you have to."

She shoved him away, and he limply started down the block. 
After a few steps he looked back.  "Thanks," he said,
gaping.  "And thanks for last night."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said.  "Now
don't stop, keep going until you reach the end."

Still in pain and completely exhausted, Chad paced down the
rest of the block.  His penis still burned at the base with
pee urgency that had spread to the tip, and it stubbornly
refused to go down, its small helmeted head curved slightly
upward as it pointed his way with each step.  He thought
about Karen's response briefly.  It was so neat the way she
had defied Beth and his mother by sneaking in to give him a
blow job and then acted like nothing had happened.  It made
him feel like they were co-conspirators of a sort, kind of
like spies working together.  "I don't know what you're
talking about," she'd said.  It was so cute!  He hoped she'd
come visit him again that night!

This thought drove him down the block to the cluster of
waiting children, now a mass of more than 10 jeering at his
privates, making cat-calls, and reaching out to slap his
butt or cop a feel as he passed on his way to his house.  He
cut across his lawn and plopped on the porch steps, doubled
over his side stitch and gasping for air.  Beth sauntered
up, the gaggle of children following her.  She watched Chad
pant for more than a minute, as the stitch in his side eased
and he began to unbend.  He kept his legs together with his
genitals trapped under them, to hide them from the watching
children, who were still making crude remarks.

"This your new workout routine?" Edwin asked, smirking.  "Or
are you hoping that little thing will grow if it gets some
sun?"

"Don't be so mean," his sister responded.  For some reason,
Chad couldn't seem to remember her name.  "At least his is
cute!  Yours is all red and twisty!  It looks like a dog
dick!"  Her brother took off after her, and she ran off
shrieking in mock distress, easily outdistancing him.

"Get up," Beth said at length.  "Put your hands back behind
your head.  Karen had arrived back from her post and was
looking at him sympathetically.  Seeing no other options,
Chad slowly rose from the porch, his trapped wiener bouncing
out at attention as he stood.  He put his hands behind his
head, dancing the age-old "I gotta pee" dance that all
little boys instinctively do and all Moms learn to
recognize.

"Still gotta pee?" Beth asked, batting his erect penis and
getting hoots of laughter from the Bascombs as she did.

Chad looked at her, pained.  "Of course I do," he said
forcefully.  "You haven't let me pee since I got up!"

Beth took Chad by the shoulders and marched him to a tree in
the yard, turning him to face the street and the watching
children.  "Get down on all fours," she said.

"Why?" Chad asked.

"Just do it, or I'll go wake up Mom," Beth replied.

Chad complied, feeling ridiculous on his hands and knees in
the wet, dew-covered grass.  "Now walk on all fours over to
the tree, lift you leg, and pee like a dog," Beth ordered.

"Here?" Chad asked.  "In front of them?"  He cursed himself
as soon as the words left his mouth.  Of course she meant
for him to pee in front of them.  She enjoyed humiliating
him, and treating him like a pet dog was another form of
humiliation.  The pee burned the tip of his penis, trying to
force its way out.

"Get over there right now and do it," Beth said impatiently. 
She picked up a broom handle that Chad had left laying in
the hard where he'd been using it as a Ninja stick a few
days before and used it to prod his exposed butt hole.  Chad
jumped in surprise at the sudden attack and scurried on all
fours to the tree.

"Now lift your leg like a dog, and pee," Beth said,
approaching and prodding his exposed hole again.  The kids
and quickly hurried to form a circle around him, some of
them squatting down from the side where they could observe
his genitals, others coming from behind where they could see
the action between his legs.  Feeling like a complete fool,
Chad tentatively lifted his left leg by the tree.

"Higher!" Beth commanded.  "Get it way up where everyone can
see everything!"

Chad strained to life the leg higher, gasping with the
effort.

"Good, now pee!" Beth ordered, prodding his anus so hard
that it hurt.  Chad squawked and lost voluntary bladder
control at that moment, pee rushing out of his erection and
spattering of the tree, much of it bouncing back to wet down
his legs, crotch, and stomach.  He couldn't, for the life of
him, close off the flow, which continued until it slowed to
a dribble and stopped.  Beth flicked his erect organ with
her pole, shaking off the last drops.

"Good boy," she said, smirking, milking his humiliation. 
"Good boy!  Now that you've made your wee-wees, you can
stand up and we'll go in for breakfast."  

The surrounding children burst into applause at his
performance as Chad grudgingly stood up and, at Beth's
command, put his hands behind his neck and bowed to the
crowd. His little penis was rapidly shrinking with shame,
retreating into his body so that by the time he straightened
up after bowing low it was just a small, one-holed button
against his plum of a scrotum.  He could still hear the
Bascomb boy making fun of his privates as they retreated
around the house to the back yard.

Beth put Chad in front of the patio drain to quickly hose
the pee off of him, then dried him with an old beach towel
that was nearly threadbare and marched him to the kitchen. 
There she set him to peeling potatoes and then frying them
for breakfast along with sausages while she and Karen
stirred up pancakes.  The grease from the skillet popped
alarmingly, an occasional sting on his chest or stomach of
hot grease making the task perilous.  As the girls refused
his request for an apron, he stood in constant fear of the
next spatter landing on his penis tip or some other
vulnerable spot.  By the time the food was ready, Tommy and
Jesse had drifted in sleepily, and shortly their mother
joined them.  Chad again was posted at his mother's side,
running to get various condiments and to pass dishes,
salivating copiously while everyone else ate.  Finally, the
company pronounced themselves full and Chad was ordered to
clean up and put the food away, which he did as Beth and
Karen watched and gossiped about girl things that didn't
interest Chad in the least.  

After he'd washed the table, Beth set a bowl down threw
three slices of bread in it, than took milk from the
refrigerator and poured it in, saturating the bread. "Eat,"
she ordered.  "Mom says this is your breakfast, and that you
have to eat it all."  She handed Chad a spoon.  He looked
dubiously at the soppy bread.  "I'm not hungry," he said
peevishly.

Beth had drifted around behind Chad as he was looking at the
bowl.  Suddenly there was a tingle of fire in the center of
his left buttock.  He dropped the spoon he'd been holding
and grabbed his butt.  "Owwwwwwww!" he complained, looking
at Beth.  She was holding a short metal rod with two buttons
on one end.

"Like it?" she asked nastily.  "It's just a modified cattle
prod that Mom got from a bailiff she knows.  It gives you a
nasty shock wherever I touch you with it and push the
button.  The current is adjustable on a scale of 1 to 10.  I
just gave you a 3.  Would you like to feel a 5 on your butt
hole, or maybe a 7 on your little dingus?  Because that's
what's going to happen if you don't eat, or if you disobey
me in any other way today!"

She waived the prod toward the crack in Chad's butt.  Chad
quailed and grabbed the spoon, shoveling in bread and milk
as fast as he could.  Once he'd started into it, it really
wasn't that bad, and he was starving!  He ate it all and
then tipped up the bowl and drank the dregs.  Beth then had
him clean up, and ushered him into the living room, where
Karen rubbed sun screen all over his body, taking special
care with his genitals, the result being that he was fully
erect again by the time she was done and aching for more of
her touch.

The rest of the morning Chad worked in the back yard, with
the sun beating on his bare skin and sweat pouring off his
body.  First, Beth had him move the entire contents of the
compost pile from one bin to another, making him use a trash
can lid to move the moist, rotting vegetation and his hands
to shift the materials.  He was plastered with a combination
of stinking cow manure and rotten vegetation by the time
he'd finished.  To keep him hydrated, she insisted he stop
to drink warm water every 15 minutes, resulting in a
powerful need to pee by mid morning that she forced him to
ignore for more than an hour, until finally allowing him to
pee into the patio drain when he'd finished moving the pile. 
The she'd hosed him off and had Karen soap him down before
rinsing him, reapplied his sun screen, and put him to work
trimming hedges in the front yard.  Although he was mostly
sheltered from the street behind the hedges, the
neighborhood kids quickly spotted him and followed him the
rest of the morning as he carried piles of prickly branches
to trash bins and was forced to bend down repeatedly, often
to find himself poked between the butt cheeks by the little
Bascomb girl, who had found Beth's stick and was emulating
her.  Chad was exhausted by noon, when Beth called him into
the house to serve them the lunch they'd prepared.

Again Chad had to watch, salivating, as his family ate
hamburgers and chips.  Then he was forced to clean up, after
which he received his meal, this time a bowl of cold corn
meal mush his mother had prepared earlier, and some more
cold boiled spinach.  The mush might have been cold, gritty,
and tasteless, but Chad still welcomed it, his enthusiasm
increased in part by Beth standing nearby, passing the prod
from one hand to the other and pressing it to his butt or
into his butt crack periodically but not pressing the button
on it. Her encouragement was essential when he got to the
cold spinach, which had a gelatinous, gloppy consistency
that was hard to force down.  When he hesitated too long
looking at it, Beth poked the end of his button penis with
the prod but didn't push the power button, almost scaring
the pee out of him right there at the table, and he hastened
to force the contents of the bowl down.

After Chad had cleaned up his dish, Beth brought him to the
living room.  "Here he is, Mom," she said.  She turned to
Chad.  "You should be happy, you're not going to have to
work this afternoon.  Mom's got a special activity planned
for you instead!"