Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 47
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 47:  Medieval Times

Chad's mother had Karen renew his sunscreen as she talked,
Jesse and Tommy listening from the sofa.  "We're going to
let you participate in a little fund-raiser this afternoon. 
Tommy needs to collect money for his soccer team, and you're
going to help him be one of the top money raisers."

Chad jumped as Karen caressed his penis with sun screen,
stirring it to instant erection.  "What – What do I have to
do," he asked hesitatingly.  "Go sell candy bars door to
door something?"  He looked upset.  "Please don't make me go
sell candy bars naked, Mom!  People will see me!"

"You're not going door to door selling candy bars," his
mother assured him.  "You won't even leave the yard.  You
won't even have to do anything but stand there.  I have
another role in mind for you!"  She reached to the table
behind her and retrieved a small parcel.  "You aren't even
going to have to be naked – I've decided you get to wear
this for most of the afternoon."  She held up an assemblage
of strings and a triangular pouch barely 3 inches on a side. 
"So you don't have to worry about people seeing your little
hoohah."  She had him hold the triangle over his genitals
while she tied the main string around him and then pulled
the two strings tied to the bottom up between his legs and
tied them to the string in back.  The triangle in front just
barely covered his shrunken genitals.  The two strings from
the bottom of the triangle passed between his legs and
emerged from behind, crossing his butt cheeks to the top
string.  His butt was just as bare as if he was still naked,
but at least his wiener was covered.  

His mother took him by the arm.  "Here, come with me – I
need to show you what Tommy and Jesse have been working on
in the garage."  She led him down the hall to the front
door, calling back, "Tommy, you and Jesse bring your
masterpiece around to the front."

She guided Chad out the front door, Beth and Karen following
behind.  When they got to the front they stood under the
shade tree that had been Chad's dog bathroom and waited a
moment, until Tommy and Jesse came around the side, lugging
something between them.

Chad could see as they approached that the old wooden door
frame that his father had kept in the garage had been nailed
to the two wooden sawhorses his father had also left in the
garage, so that it stood upright firmly on its own.  Staples
had been pounded into the top and bottom corners of the door
frame, and bungee cords were hanging off them.  Chad's
mother had Tommy and Jesse sit the contraption down so that
it faced the street but was still in the shade.  She led
Chad to the frame, faced him toward the street, and had him
stand in the doorway, lifting each of his arms one at a time
and wrapping a bungie cord around his wrists and his arms
near the elbow, securing them firmly to the frame so that
his upper arms were horizontal with his lower arms upturned
and secured at the sides.  She then knelt and secured his
legs to the sides of the frame, so they were spread and his
little ball sack rounded out the inverted V of his legs. 
Wiggling, Chad found he could move and his circulation
wasn't restricted, but he was wide open and unable to cover
himself, and was facing the street with just a small
triangle of cloth keeping him from total nudity.  He scanned
the street in both directions but couldn't see anyone around
at the moment.  At least they put me in the shade, he
thought gratefully.  And they're not going to spank or whip
me, so what are they up to?

His mother, meanwhile, was handing out a stack of fliers to
Tommy and Jesse.  "Go distribute these through the
neighborhood," she said.  "Knock on every door and hand them
to every child and adult you see who might have a score to
settle with the prisoner."

Tommy and Jesse read the fliers studiously, then took off in
a flash.  Chad looked at his mother inquiringly.  She held a
flier up in front of his face.  It read:

Fundraiser for Sunny Hill Soccer League!  Help keep my son
on the straight and narrow!  Come to the OLDE TYME
PUNISHMENT FAIRE!  See how naughty boys were punished in the
Middle Ages!  Refreshments provided for participants!  See
our version of the Medieval Stocks!  Participate in
punishing my errant, out of control son Chad Henson! 
Ridicule for no charge!  More invasive and intimate
explorations and fruit tossing available for a small fee! 
All proceeds benefit the SHSL!  Children and Adults welcome!

A picture of scantily clad boy with his head and arms
trapped in a wooden set of stocks was depicted on the flier. 
Beth had cropped a picture of Chad's face and cloned it over
the original boy in the picture.  

Meanwhile, Beth and Karen were setting up a refreshments
table with lemonade, ice water, and home made cookies in the
shade of the tree by the street.  Chad's mother set the
flier down and brought out a sign that she attached to the
table.  Chad could just make it out from his angle across
the lawn.  It read:

Punish my son just like in the Medieval Times!

Fruit, $0.50 a toss
Eggs, $1 a toss
Tickle prisoner, $1 for 30 seconds
(Make him wet himself, win a prize!)
Clean field for toss or tickle, $1 additional
Bare field for toss or tickle, $5 additional 
for up to 10 tosses or 3 minutes
Other humiliations and punishments negotiable

"M- M- Mom, what does the sign m- m- mean?  How am I going
to be p- p- punished?" Chad asked hesitantly.

His mother walked over to him.  "Older boys like you who
committed violent acts or misbehaved seriously in other ways
might be put in the stocks in the old days.  People could do
anything to them or throw anything at them they wanted. 
They used to throw rotten eggs and fruit, poke and punch
people, and throw rocks and sticks at them.  I'm being kind
to you by limiting what our audience can do to you, and
making a little money for the soccer team in the bargain.
I'm only letting them throw good eggs at you, not rotten
ones, and the fruit is only a little rotten, not crawling
with maggots like it would have been in the old days.  And I
won't let anyone punch you or throw sticks or rocks at you."

"But what's a 'clean field,'" Chad asked after a moment.

"Some people might want to have you be clean so that they
can enjoy the sight of seeing their eggs or fruit hit you on
the bare skin.  They can pay extra to have you hosed off
before their turn," his mother said.

"And b- b- bare field?" Chad asked hesitantly.

"That's what it'll cost those who want me to remove your
thong while they have their turn, so they can throw at your
completely bare body.  It's a privilege I expect a number of
them will be willing to pay dearly for.  And as soon as
their turn is done, your thong goes back on unless the next
person wants to pay."

She looked him over as the realization hit him that he'd
have to bare his genitals for any kid or adult who wanted to
pay enough to see it, then went on.  "I've got prizes for
any person who can make you wet yourself, even a little
squirt, while they're tickling you, and I'm going to keep
you good and hydrated during the afternoon so you'll have to
wet sooner or later.  But to make it sporting, I'm going to
give you an incentive to hold it as long as possible.  Every
time you wet this afternoon, I'm going to have Tommy or Beth
put on a glove and then swipe hot sauce between your bottom
cheeks, especially you know where!  And you already know how
that burns.  So you'd be wise to try to hold it as long as
possible!"

She went back to setting things up, bringing out a plastic
bag heavily laden with old fruit from the refrigerator, and
setting out a change box and chairs for her and the girls to
sit in.  Before Tommy and Jesse were back, three of the
Bascomb kids poked their heads around the hedge, including
the two he'd seen that morning and the slightly older girl. 
"We brought our money," the older girl chimed in.  "What can
we do to the little brat?" 

Chad's mother explained the options to the three of them and
the red-haired Morton twins, who popped up with their wide-
hipped mother immediately on the heels of the Bascombs.  "I
wanna tickle him," the younger Bascomb girl shouted.  

"Not me, I wanna throw fruit at him bare naked," the boy
said.

"You can't, you don't have enough money," his older sister
chided.  "We only got three dollars apiece."

After much haggling and negotiation between them, it was
decided that the younger girl would go first, tickling Chad
for two minutes and saving a dollar for later.  She stepped
up to the bound boy and immediately reached for his arm
pits, digging her little fingers in and bringing Chad to
hysterics in moments.  After 30 or so seconds of that, she
transferred to his stomach, tickling up and down his ribs
and making him twist and shriek.  When Chad's mother warned,
"30 seconds," she shifted behind him, digging her little
sharp fingers into his inner thighs right behind his
scrotum, commenting loudly, "That's where Dusty is the most
tickly!"  Her brother blushed and looked away.

To her disappointment, she wasn't able to make Chad pee his
thong, but her brother and sister stepped up next.  Each had
paid for an egg and 4 pieces of rotten fruit, which Dusty
picked carefully from the bag and lined up on the table. 
They spend a moment trying to decide which items to throw
from which angle, then squared off from the front, standing
on the foul line Chad's mother had made with a rope on the
ground and tossing their first pieces of fruit.  The boy
aimed for Chad's face first but missed as Chad ducked his
head.  Angry at the miss, he rocketed the second piece at
Chad's genital pouch but missed again, hitting his stomach
and sending fruit slime dripping downward.  His older sister
was more accurate, nailing Chad in the neck with her first
toss, some of the juice splatting on his face.  Her second
toss hit him on the thigh next to his pouch, stinging a bit
and plastering his left leg with slimy fruit pulp.  The two
elected to throw their two eggs from behind, the girl
nailing Chad in the back of the head and covering his hair
and neck with slimy egg, the boy hitting him square on the
upper butt crack, so that egg dripped down his butt,
trickling down the center to drip off of his sack.

Then it was the Morton twins' turns.  They elected to spend
their allotted 2 dollars apiece all on rotten fruit, which
the proceeded to fling with glee and zeal directly at Chad's
crotch.  Although most of their shots went wide, two missing
him entirely, Todd's last shot nailed Chad quite
unpleasantly right in the nuts, forcing him to double over
as much as he could in the frame as he felt the dull throb
of the hit.  Rod decided to switch to the other side of Chad
and spend his last shot on Chad's butt, but missed and hit
the back of his knee instead.  The two boys than sat in the
shade to watch the other participants, Mrs. Morton staying
to help with the money collection and logistics.

Nothing much different happened over the next half hour. 
Several more kids came by with small amounts of money, all
electing to plaster Chad with rotten fruit.  Chad hung from
the frame uncomfortably, ducking his head out of the way of
shots that went near it, absorbing the smelly mess that
landed on his body.  Tommy and Jesse came back after awhile,
out of fliers and announcing that lots of folks were coming
and bringing their money.  At about 2 o'clock, Mrs. Raphael
from down the block walked primly in, using her parasol to
keep the sun out of her eyes.  She paused by the table and
eyed the menu as Chad's mother explained the options, then
handed Chad's mother $20.  "I want a bare field for
everything," she announced, "and I want him to start out
clean.  I want the full three minutes of tickling time, and
then I want however many pieces of fruit I can buy with what
I have left!" 

Chad's mother lined up 6 choice rotten peaches on the table
and directed the now swimsuited Tommy and Jesse to hose Chad
off thoroughly.  It took them several minutes to get him
clean again from head to toe.  Mrs. Raphael herself stepped
forward and pulled the strings on Chad's thong, letting it
drop to the ground. The Bascomb children, who had stayed
around to watch, immediately began ridiculing Chad's exposed
genitals.  To his horror, Mrs. Raphael brushed his genitals
gently with her finger tips, causing his penis to begin
hardening.  "Remember when you kept riding your accursed
bicycle across my flowers despite my complaints?  Remember
the way you teased my dog?  Remember when you put your
initials in my new sidewalk?  Now it's my turn," she said
grimly, caressing his genitals as she talked and then
flicking his penis away with satisfaction.  She stepped
back, letting everyone view her handy work.  Chad's penis
pointed outward at the crowd.  

Mrs. Raphael turned toward the group, standing to one side
of Chad.  "I understand that in addition to my winning a
prize, he gets a punishment if I make him pee himself, is
that right?" she asked.  Chad's mother nodded.  "And I get
three minutes, right," she affirmed.  Chad's mother nodded
again.  "Then her I go – wish me luck," she said gleefully,
jabbing Chad's exposed sides with both hands.

Chad had never been so thoroughly tickled in all his life! 
Her hands were everywhere, prodding gently, stroking
enticingly, and hitting every sensitive spot there was on a
boy.  She tickled under his arms, across his ribs, around to
the small of his back, and then back under his arms.  She
leaned down and stroked up and down his inner thighs,
topping that off by teasing the underside of his penis. 
Then she attacked the sides of his stomach viciously from
behind, dragging her fingers around to the small of his
back, tantalizingly down his butt crack, and then under his
butt to tickle right between his butt hole and balls.  Chad
lurched forward, pee spraying out of his hard penis in an
arch onto the lawn, the Bascomb kids, who'd been sitting too
close, having to scramble to avoid being hit.  Mrs. Raphael
nodded in satisfaction but tickled him even more
mercilessly, not stopping until his mother said, "Time."  

Chad collapsed against the restraints, trying to catch his
breath.  He couldn't stand it!  Three minutes of tickling
was worse than getting spanked!  Meanwhile, Mrs. Raphael
selected a stuffed dog from the row of prizes, and collected
two of her peaches and faced him square from the front,
taking aim.  "I'm going right for the family jewels," she
announced.  "It's a small target, I know, but I was the star
pitcher in Little League – even played on the boys' teams
until I was 12!"

She wound up like an ace pitcher and nailed Chad right on
the tip of his outward pointing penis, the end of it
skewering the soft fruit.  Remarkably, it stayed there like
a big knob on the end of his small shaft, the weight pulling
the shaft down toward the ground.  She nailed his genitals 5
more times in subsequent pitches, the second peach knocking
the first off, the third and fourth making his rapidly
diminishing penis jump upward as the struck, and the last
one hitting Chad squarely in the nuts again, but this time
with no protective cloth in between.  Mrs. Raphael turned
and bowed to the crowd's applause, while Chad hung from his
ties and fought back tears from his throbbing balls.  

His mother decreed a 15 minute break after that, having
Tommy and Jesse hose Chad down and then releasing him to
allow his circulation to flow freely for awhile.  They
replaced his thong and Chad was marched back on forth on the
lawn for a few minutes.  When his mother thought he was
ready, she positioned him on the sidewalk with his back to
the audience, then made him touch his toes while Tommy
donned a rubber glove and covered his index finger liberally
in the "Spontaneous Combustion" hot sauce.  Chad stood
panting, holding his ankles with his legs apart, cringing as
his brother swiped the finger down his butt crack, pausing
to push a bit into his hole before continuing down to his
balls.  Chad was hustled to the frame and tied up as the
burn hit him and began intensifying.  He began thrashing
impotently on the frame, squealing, "Wash it off, wash it
off," over and over again while he squeezed his buns trying
to drive out the burn.  After five minutes, Tommy and Jesse
turned the hose on and aimed it at his butt crack from
inches away, Jesse separating Chad's butt while Tommy rinsed
his crack.  Chad's squalls died down over the next few
minutes, while his mother arranged the next customers and
explained the charges.

Over the long afternoon before the night shadows of early
fall brought an end to the day, Chad discovered just how
many people, both children and adults, he had thoughtlessly
angered or offended over the years.  Up until the last week
he had though of himself as a likeable chap – a good sort of
kid who was well regarded.  But as child after child came by
to pelt him with fruit and eggs or tickle him mercilessly,
Chad realized that many people were not at all happy with
him.  The Bascomb kids weren't the only kids to consider him
pushy and uppity and vaguely threatening – it turned out
most of the younger children in the neighborhood held
resentments of his highhanded behaviors of the past and
came, many tugging along a parent with money, determined to
repay his sins.

In the middle of the afternoon, Celeste Garcia strolled in,
eyeing the board and engaging in a whispered conversation
with his mother.  After extended discussion, money
disappeared into the money box, and Celeste approached him,
carrying a small bottle of lotion.  She stopped beside Chad
and looked him in the eyes.  "Remember when you took my doll
and threw it on the roof where I couldn't get it, and
laughed when I cried?  'Cause I do."  She held up the lotion
bottle.  "And now I'm going to make sure you never forget
it.  I made a deal for a special punishment!"  She took the
lotion bottle and liberally coated her index finger with it. 
Chad had the sinking feeling that he knew what was coming
next.  Sure enough, she disappeared behind him.  As he
twisted his head to see what she was doing, he felt her
hands on his butt.  He squeezed his buns together, but her
greasy finger jammed in easily, proving his crack until it
found his butt hole.  Sure of her target, Celeste rammed her
finger in all the way, producing an unearthly squeal from
Chad.  She then reamed her finger in and out, rotating it
around as she did, stirring up discomfort everywhere inside
of the begging, pleading, crying boy.  She continued to ream
him despite his protests and wild thrashing on the frame,
only stopping when his mother, who'd been looking at the
stopwatch, proclaimed "Time!"  She pulled the finger out
with a soft "pop" and walked back to the front of Chad,
grinning at his tearful face.  

"How'd that feel," she asked, smirking.  "Did you like that? 
How's it feel to be helpless and have someone hurting you
and not caring?"  She wiped the finger on the side of his
face, rubbing the lotion into his cheek.  "That's not all I
paid for," she said, pulling his thong down in front.  She
tucked a fingertip under her thumb, lined up on the bulge of
the left side of Chad's scrotum, and let the finger flick
and hit home.  As Chad tried to double over, restrained by
the bungie cords, she lined up carefully and flicked the
hard lump on the right side as well.  Over Chad's moans, she
announced to the crowd triumphantly, "Best $20 I ever
spent!"

Beth showed her into the house so she could wash her hands. 
Chad's rectum burned and his balls throbbed, but he got no
respite as his thong was pulled up again and  several boys
from the next block began jostling for position at the line. 
In moments, they began pelting him with rotten fruit, aiming
for the triangle of his thong.

Chad peed while being tickled twice more during the
afternoon. The first was at the hands of Serena who
declared, to Tommy's embarrassment, that she was doing it
because of the way Chad had  mistreated his younger brother
in front of her in the past, recall as well, to Tommy's
embarrassment, the lost swim trunks incident.  She avoided
his genitals and bottom entirely, but worked his armpits and
ribs mercilessly, making him pee uncontrollably before the
first of the two minutes she'd paid for was done.  Chad's
sides were sore and he was wheezing by the time she'd
finished with him.  This time he was left on the frame as
Jesse pried his buns apart and Tommy administered a generous
finger full of "Spontaneously Combustion" sauce between his
cheeks, pushing farther into his brother's butt hole this
time, so that his entire fingertip went in.  Chad was left
to squall and writhe for 6 minutes this time before he was
rinsed off.  

Chad began softly crying to himself as the afternoon drew to
a close, even when he wasn't being punished.  He was so, so
sorry, he realized.  He'd never thought much about the
people he'd hurt before, and how they must feel about it. 
Now, as each youngster lined up to scream out his sins and
pelt him with fruit, he found himself blurting out apologies
and promising fervently to be better. A surprising number of
parents were willing to pay the extra 5 dollars for the
opportunity to remove Chad's thong and aim at his bare
genitals or allow their youngsters the opportunity to do so. 
As they spent their rage and dissatisfaction on him, Chad
became more and more contrite, often offering tearful
apologies to each person after their turn and begging to be
forgiven.  

The next to the last participant of the day, Mrs. Raphael,
paid for 6 more shots, having gone home to get her own
particularly rotten plums to use on him.  Chad began
apologizing as she stepped up, tearfully swearing he'd never
do anything bad to her again, and that in fact he'd come by
next week and help her weed her garden and help with
anything else she needed.  As she swung back her pitching
arm, he finished with, "I- I- know now that I was thought
less in the p- p- past, and I deserve this.  G- G- Go ahead
and nail me good!"  To show he was sincere, Chad thrust his
bare groin toward her, his little penis further out than the
rest of his body, his bare balls bulging forward of his
body.  

Mrs. Raphael completed her windup and drilled Chad squarely
in the nuts, the plum spattering all over his crotch.  Chad
groaned and involuntarily tried to double over, but fought
the urge, thusting his genitals back out toward her.  She
wound up again, nailing the boy in his outthrust penis. 
Chad flinched again, but grimly bit his lip and thrust his
crotch back toward her.  "G- g- g- go on, I deserve it," he
stuttered.  She lined her third plum right into his nuts
again, Chad letting out an "off" and doubling over as much
as he cold, then visible forcing himself to straighten up
and thrust his crotch toward her again.  He tried to ignore
the throb of his abused nuts.  Mrs. Raphael lined up her 4th
shot, and then wavered, finally stepping back and putting
the plums back on the table.  

She walked over to Chad and stroked his tear-streaked cheek,
then patted him encouragingly on the bare butt.  "I'm done,"
she announced.  "I can tell he's genuinely sorry now."  She
took Chad by the chin and looked into his eyes.  "Just
promise me you'll try to do better from now on," she said
earnestly.  Chad nodded, his tears increasing.  She gave his
half soft penis a squeeze and took her leave.

The last participant before closing for the day was Karen. 
She hadn't wanted to participate all day, but Beth had bet
her that she couldn't make Chad pee one more time, and had
paid for Chad to be hosed off and his genitals bared, and
had also paid for Karen's three minutes.  Karen approached
the job subtly, gently caressing the sides of his body with
light little tickles that gradually built up as she went
along, until the stroking of his ribs was sending him into
hysterics.  She gradually moved down his tummy, following
the triangle descending toward his genitals, until she was
gently tickling down either side of his wrinkled scrotal
sack, playing with the bulges and tantalizing the sensitive
skin.  Chad continued to laugh hysterically, but at the same
time he could feel sexual excitement building in him and
creating pressure at the base of his penis.  Karen switched
to chucking his penis under the head, teasing the knot of
skin there with light touches, and Chad began pumping his
hips and grunting with his dry orgasm.  The kids watching
broke into applause as they realized what he was doing.

As his orgasm receded, Karen, now standing at his side,
continued chuckling him under his penis, which began causing
an unbearable tickling sensation that Chad often got post-
orgasm, and was the major reason he always stopped rubbing
himself as soon as he came. As the tickling under his penis
head became unbearable, Chad began thrashing from side to
side.  "Stooooop!  Stooooop! He pleaded breathlessly over
his laughter.  "That's too tickly!"  She ignored him, and he
couldn't prevent her from doing whatever she wanted to his
tied body, and before her time was up the excessive tickle
forced him to lose bladder control, and he dumped his
bladder contents once again, soaking Karen's hand which was
caught unawares under his penis head.  She jerked her hand
back, wiping it on his stomach and stopping her torture of
the boy now that she had won.  She collected her bet from
Beth and they and the remaining crowd of children and their
parents watched as Chad received his third dose of
"Spontaneous Combustion" and thrashed and begged for 10
minutes this time before the merciful hose was brought and
his agony ceased.

Chad was untied and wearily helped his family clean up,
picking up handfuls of fruit pulp and dumping it buckets to
take to the compost pile.  He stolidly obeyed his mother's
instructions to assume various positions as he was hosed
off, soaped by his brother, and then rinsed off in the front
yard, most of the neighbor kids staying to watch the
proceedings and comment rudely on the appearance of his nude
body, becoming especially raucous as he was bent over so
that his butt could be soaped and washed, each child moving
to where the view was best.  The two youngest Bascomb brats
were allowed to towel Chad off, both roughly fingering his
genitals and probing his butt hole in the process.

Beth and Karen then led Chad into the house and into the
hall bathroom, Beth making him sit and spreading his legs to
the proscribed position and ordering him to "Take a dump,
little brother, or it's out to the yard to force one out of
you."  His lower intestine so irritated that he almost lost
his load as he sat down, Chad looked studiously at the floor
and emptied himself, trying to ignore his sister avidly
watching as waste emerged from between his legs and plopped
into the bowl.  Karen, he was relieved to note when he
finally looked up, was staring at the wall, not at him.  

"Assume the position," Beth said cheerfully, and Chad
obediently grasped his ankles.  His sister handed the toilet
paper to Karen, insisting she clean him up because he "makes
me sick."   

"Aw, come on," Karen chided.  "He doesn't even have anything
on him – look, his little hole is spotless!  And his butt
hole isn't any more disgusting than yours or mine."

"Yes it is," Beth said hotly.  "It's disgusting because it's
attached to him, and I saw what just came out of it," was
Beth's grim reply.  Shrugging, Karen gently wiped cleaned
Chad's butt crack and for appearances sake and washed her
hands daintily afterward.  Then it was the usual routine of
mealtime, with Chad serving roast beef and potatoes that had
been cooking in the oven all afternoon to everyone else,
then cleaning up and standing at the table while Karen and
Beth watched him eat his own meal, this time boiled liver
his mother had made, with gelatinous cold okra as a side
dish.  So tired he couldn't see straight, Chad choked the
food down, despising the okra's texture and the liver's
flavor but cleaning the bowl.  Then it was off to his cell
for him after a quick pee stop during which he was able to
force himself to go only because of Karen's gentle smile. 
She gently secured his hands to his cot while his sister
tied his feet, the two of them covering him with a light
sheet and leaving him naked and face up on his bed and
leaving the room.  Despite the early hour, Chad was
exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

He awoke with a start, his hands jerking and stopping as he
reached the limits of his bonds.  It must have been much
later, because the room was pitch black again. For a moment
he didn't know where he was, then he recalled that he was
restrained in his punishment cot in his cell, and that in
just another day he was going to have to endure the most
painful, humiliating, and miserable day of his life.  He
tried to figure out what had awakened him.  He listened in
the pitch dark room.  He could hear quiet breathing –
someone was in there with him.   He remembered his visitor
of the previous night.  "Karen?" he whispered.  "Karen, is
that you again?"  He listened, but the other person neither
moved nor spoke.  He ventured another try at contact.  "Is
there anyone there?" he asked, wondering if he was hearing
things.

He gasped in alarm as a pair of hands snaked out and circled
his genitals, one cupping his small scrotum, the other
holding the base of his erect penis.  "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
came a sound from his crotch area, and then warm wetness
enclosed his boyhood and he was aware only of his two inches
of throbbing flesh for the next two minutes or so.  This
time, after the initial enclosing action, the mouth teased
him, the tongue darting and licking, then withdrawing and
leaving him with longing, then darting and licking again. 
When he thought he'd go mad from desire, the soft, feminine
mouth enclosed him again and began sucking vigorously, and
he came and came in amazing waves of pleasure, grunting
loudly like he did as a little boy when trying valiantly to
poo for his mother so she'd call him a big boy.

The hands wiped saliva off of him with efficient movements
of some hidden tissues.  Chad caught his breath.  "Thanks,"
he whispered, more mindful of being polite after the day's
experience.  "That felt really good," he added.  

"'s all right," a voice faintly whispered, and then there
was movement by him and the door opened behind his head and
the intruder was gone, gone too fast for Chad to look up and
try to glimpse her going through the door.  But he lay on
his back for a long while, wishing he could reach for his
sated wiener just to hold it comfortably.  He mentally
relived the last few moments, his penis already hardening
again.  Before he realized it, he had drifted back to
asleep.