Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 48
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 48:  He'll be Coming 'Round the Mountain when he
Comes

Suddenly, bright light was in Chad's eyes and it was morning
again.  "Come on, wake up," Tommy was saying, as Jesse
whipped Chad's sheet off and stared at his morning hard on
pointing toward Chad's face. Both boys were clad only in
tight white briefs. "If you want to pee, you have to do
something for me!" Tommy chanted, grinning.  "I could be the
next Dr. Seuss, you know," he said, pushing his undies down
and kicking them off, leaving him as naked as Chad, his hard
penis pointing at Chad.  A week ago, Chad would never have
believed his brother would parade around in front of him and
Jesse butt naked like that.  "I'm Dr. Seuss, I tell you,"
Tommy insisted.  "Will you suck it in your bed?  Can I stick
it in your head?" he said mockingly, straddling his
restrained brother's just under his arm pits and lowering
his crotch to Chad's mouth.  "Will you suck my dick for me,
even though that's where I pee?"  Jesse fell on the floor in
hysterics.  Chad opened his mouth, knowing he had no choice
but to get it over with, and accepted his brother's hard
boyhood.  "Yes, I'll suck my brother's dick, even though it
makes me sick," he finished, ramming himself into Chad's
mouth.

For the umpteenth time in a week, Chad had to endure his
brother's thrusting member.  As Tommy built up a rhythm, he
attempted more rhymes.  "Will you suck me 'til I cum, and
then kiss me on my bum?" he panted, thrusting harder.  "Will
you suck me really hard, even- even- even- oh crap!" Tommy
croaked, his pulsing member delivered a few meager drops of
fluid.  His penis pulsed a few times more in Chad's mouth,
and then he withdrew.  "Couldn't think of a rhyme on that
last one," he admitted, clambering off.

Then, of course, it was the horny little Jesse's turn to
hump Chad's face with wild abandon, his orgasm so loud Tommy
had to clap a hand over his mouth.  Tommy had slipped his
underpants back on as soon as he was done, but Jesse
strutted around the room butt naked with his spit-coated
drooping boner on display.  "Your brother is the best dick
sucker in the whole world," he proclaimed.  "I could go for
this every day!"  He looked at Chad, as Tommy began untying
him.  "How do I taste," he asked?  "Kinda salty, I'll bet! 
And kind of rubbery, right?"

That's pretty much right, Chad thought to himself.  Tommy
looked at Jesse oddly.  "Why do you care how you taste to
him?" he asked.  "We're just doing it to punish him.  It's
not like we wouldn't prefer getting it from a girl."

"Yeah, I know," Jesse said, somewhat chastened.  He leapt
into his underpants, his penis now limp at the base, but
still orgasm swollen at the tip.  "But didn't you ever
wonder what it was like for Chad?"

"No," Tommy said forcefully.  "I don't care.  It only
matters that he hates it."  Chad swung his feet off the bed,
grateful to be led directly to the hall bathroom, where he
obligingly sat down and aimed his hard wiener down to pee.

Jesse watched him raptly. "Wow," he said as Chad finished. 
"You had to go bad!  I bet you had a whole pint in you."  He
reached over with a wad of toilet paper and swiped the end
of Chad's penis, clearing the residual wetness.  "Gotta make
it dry," he explained.  "You're going to Beth's room, and
that's what she ordered."

They proceeded down the hall, neither Jesse nor Tommy
apparently worried about being seen by Beth in their
underpants.  Tommy knocked, and when a sleepy Beth answered,
shoved Chad at her and raced back to his room, Jesse in
pursuit.  Beth dragged Chad inside.

"Time for more practice in not cumming," Beth said, dragging
him over to her bed.  She made him lie on his back, then
took 4 of her scarves and, with Karen's help, secured him to
her bed by his ankles and wrists.  He lie there spread-
eagled, his penis beginning to rise until it pointed at an
angle between the ceiling and his face.

Karen stepped over elegantly in her nightgown and settled
between his spread legs, regarding his genitals, his butt
crack, and his shy little anus peeking out between his
spread legs.  Slowly, deliberately, she spit on the flat of
her right thumb.  She circled the base of his penis with her
left hand and gripped tightly, then place the fingers of her
right hand against the top side of his penis and took her
wet thumb and began teasingly stroking just the are around
the fleshly knob under his penis head.  The most amazing
sensations began spreading out from that spot in Chad.  It
was entirely too tickly, and he longed for her to move her
other hand on his shaft and give him some real stimulation,
but the orgasmic pressure began building in him anyway,
causing random butt clenches and repeated gasps.  Karen was
a master at sensing when he was near cumming, freezing her
hand when his wiener would begin pulsing and his butt
clenching, moving her thumb again when the pressure began
dying.  Chad realized that he'd never be able to masturbate
himself so superbly, because he would not have been able to
resist putting himself over the edge each time the feelings
built up.  Beth was watching him, the electric prod in her
hand.

"No cumming until 7 o'clock," she announced, waving the prod
meaningfully.  "Each time you do, you're getting a dose of
this on whatever boy part I think needs it the most."

Chad quailed, but his thoughts couldn't go far from the
marvelous feelings Karen was creating in him.  She played
him masterfully, letting him near orgasm but never letting
him crest.  He realized after 10 minutes of frustration that
she was actually on his side in this, carefully keeping him
from cumming to spare him Beth's torture.  But the slow
manipulation she was doing was a torture all its own.

Finally with just one minute to go, the dam burst and Karen
was unable to stop it.  Chad thrashed, his tight little butt
tensing violently, and he thrust his hips skyward, straining
on all four bonds as he underwent the most violent orgasm
he'd ever had.  He was shocked to feel a sort of fullness
move through him, and to his surprise as well as Beth's and
Karen's, a few drops of wetness spilled from his pee slit
and slithered down the underside of his little penis, wetly
coating Karen's thumb and intensifying the effects of her
gently stroking.  As Chad's thrashing and butt squeezing
subsided, both Karen and Beth stared at the slimy wetness.

"Is that what I think it is?"  Beth said with wonder, all
thought of punishing her brother forgotten.

Karen released the boy's penis and examined her thumb, then
sniffed it.  "Musty, slimy, and smelling like boy," she
reported.  It's exactly what you think it is."

Chad, meanwhile, was watching the girls with growing
anxiety.  He had felt the liquid leave him, and now could
see the glisten of Karen's thumb.  He'd peed on her!  He
couldn't understand it – he'd never peed during orgasm
before.  Sure he could pee right afterward, but not when his
wiener was still hard and thrusting, and the pleasure was in
him.

"Oops," he ventured.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to pee on
you!"

Karen looked at him and smiled, not appearing to be angry at
all, and Beth actually looked relatively sisterly as she
replied.  "It's not pee, you moron.  It's cum!  It's
genuine, honest to goodness, little boy cum!  Oh, it's
clear, not milky like the real thing.  You're not dangerous
yet.  But it's real little boy cum!"  She turned to Karen. 
"I guess little brother is growing up despite outside
appearances."  She plucked a Kleenex out of the box by her
bed and swiped Chad's penis tip dry, tossing another at
Karen to use to clean her thumb.

"I've seen this before," Karen said.  "You know Sandra
Ashforth?  She says that when little boys who are just
entering puberty play with themselves a lot, they start
making clear cum even before their balls grow much.  My mom
says that's not true, but we have been giving him quite a
workout, so who knows."

Realization dawned on Chad.  He'd wet cum!  He wasn't a dry
cummer any more!  He was even ahead of Jimmy, and almost
caught up with Alan!  He could hold his head up with Tommy
now – he could wet cum! A contented feeling, complemented by
his post orgasmic state overwhelmed him, and he settled into
Beth's bed with a sigh.

Of course, it didn't end there for him.  The electric prod
was forgotten.  The Henson household seldom stirred much
before 10 on Sunday mornings, and Beth and Karen spent that
time taking turns gently teasing his wiener, using Karen's
thumb technique and trying to keep him on edge as long as
possible to see if they could make him wet cum again.   
They succeeded twice more, each time getting a spot of fluid
out of him to their intense gratification.  In between
tormenting his penis, they watched cable TV on Beth's set,
chatted about cosmetics, boys, and people in school, and
tried on various outfits, so that Chad repeatedly saw Karen
in just her lacy blue bra and matching blue panties. At one
point, when she sat down to try on a blouse, he would have
sworn he saw the outlines of her vulva, a sight that
immediately drove him over the edge and caused him to wet
the thumb of his sister.

At 10, they trooped down to breakfast, Chad helping as they
dug out bagels, lox, and cream cheese, and cut up fruit.  He
himself had to serve once again, but after he'd cleaned up
everyone else's mess, Tommy offered him a bagel with cream
cheese on it!  Chad was almost in ecstasy as he ate – they'd
given him real food!  He snarfed it quickly, before they
could change their minds, and wondered what torture they had
in mind for him today.

After he'd cleaned up the kitchen, Tommy and Jesse led the
naked Chad to the bathroom for a quick pee, and then into
the living room.  His sister and Karen were settling down,
where a current movie on HBO was about to start.  "Put it
there," Beth said to Tommy and Jesse, indicating the
hassock.  Chad sat down.  "No, not like that," Beth said
irritably.  "In the inspection position.  Butt toward the TV
so you can't watch it."

Chad assumed the position, hating the lewd display of his
bare genital and rectal regions.  Beth sauntered over, the
cattle prod modified for humans in her hand.  "We're going
to play a little game during the movie, brother of mine,"
she said.  "You had too much fun before brunch, so now you
need to suffer."  She waved the cattle prod at his face. 
"Here's the way it's going to go.  I've made a list of 7
places on your body that I might use the cattle prod on. 
Every 10 minutes, you get to pick two body parts.  If one of
your picks is the part I've chosen for your next prod, you
get spared.  If neither of your two choices is the one I've
chosen, you get the shock on that part.  The first two
shocks will be on the number 1 setting, the next two on the
number 2 setting, and so on.  We'll play until the final
credits of the movies roll. If you guess right every time,
you don't get any shocks.  The more you get right, the fewer
shocks you get, and the lower the settings."

She propped a big piece of cardboard on the couch, where
Chad could see it when he looked to the side.  It read:

1. Inner thigh
2. Sole of the foot
3. Butt
4. Armpit
5. Butt Hole
6. Wiener
7. Balls

He looked at his sister from between his spread legs, hoping
she was just trying to scare him, but she looked deadly
serious.  "By the way," she added.  "If you earn a shock,
you have to stay in the inspection position until you get
it.  Then you can be in any position you want for the next 5
minutes, as long as you can't see the TV.  After that, you
have to go back in the inspection position until the next
time to choose.  And so you know I'm not cheating, I've put
each body part on a piece of paper, and I'll hold the paper
in my hand while you're guessing and then show it to you
when you're done guessing."

Chad tried to figure out what his first choices should be. 
He could, he supposed, pick wiener and balls each time,
because then he'd never get a shock on either of those,
because if she chose those he'd win, and if he didn't, he'd
still be shocked somewhere else.  But she might catch on to
that and then just pick butt hole every time, which would
mean he'd get a shock every time and the settings would keep
going up.  But if she picked balls and he didn't, he'd get
shocked on the balls, and that would probably be very
painful indeed.  What to do, what to do?

"You have to make your first choice now," Beth said.  "The
movie's about to start."  She waved the folded paper showing
her first choice at him.

Chad decided to go with his first instinct. "Uhhhh, I'll
take wiener and balls," he said, his heart pounding.  Beth
unfolded the paper to show that it said, "Inner thigh."  She
placed the end of the prod against his exposed right thigh,
close to his wrinkled plum of a scrotum.  "You moron," she
said chidingly.  "You ought to know I wouldn't go for the
big stuff first – it's better to build up to it."  A mildly
painful tickle coursed through his thigh muscle, tingling
uncomfortably and making his butt and legs twitch and his
butt hole wink at Karen and Beth.  Chad endured it without
losing his hold on his legs.

"That wasn't bad, was it?" Beth said.  "But you'll see, it
gets worse."  She settled down in front of the movie, and
Chad released his legs, letting his feet fall to the floor
as he stared at the ceiling.  The tingle had been only
mildly painful, but he could still feel it.  He wondered how
the same level would feel in one of his more delicate areas,
and how stronger levels would feel.

In no time at all, Beth ordered him back into inspection
position, signaling that only 5 minutes remained to the next
round.  Chad lay on his back with his legs uncomfortably on
either side of his body, trying to figure out what to pick
next and idly trying to follow a movie by sound that he
couldn't see.  Did her remark about starting with the easy
stuff mean she'd stay away from the three big ones, or was
she trying to psych him into picking two of less painful
locations and allowing her to shock some really vulnerable
place like his balls?  The decision was agonizing, as his
mind went in circles, flip-flopping from one choice to
another.

Finally, too soon, Beth was over him pointing with the prod
and demanding he choose again.  "Uhhhh, wiener and balls,"
Chad said again, sure that she had been trying to psych him
while she went for the big stuff.  Beth unfolded her paper
to reveal that it said, "Sole of the foot."

"You really are a moron," she said walking around to line
her prod up with bottom of the arch of his left foot.  "I
just the same as told you that I'd do the small stuff first,
yet you go for the big stuff again."  She depressed the
button.  His toes curled painfully and he could feel the
painful tingle course through his foot, making it ache
mildly.  She retreated, and he let go of his legs and let
his right foot rest on the floor, bending the left across
his lap and rubbing it idly with his hands, trying to make
the painful tingle recede.

In no time at all, he was ordered back into inspection
position, and his mind roiled as he tried to decide how to
choose.  He'd already been wrong twice, so the setting was
going up on the prod.  He had to guess right this time!  She
wouldn't go with the butt this time, he was sure.  After
all, she'd already done the first two in a row – she
wouldn't do the third!  But maybe she would, knowing that
he'd be thinking just that thing!  But what if she tricked
him and went for one of the big ones, knowing he'd pick the
third choice!  Which game was she playing?

Beth loomed over him again. "Make a pair of choices," she
said ominously.  She patted the prod against the hand
holding the folded paper.

"Uhhh, butt and armpit," Chad said, covering both of the
next two options.  Beth opened the paper, revealing that it
said, "sole of the foot."

"Told you I wasn't doing the big ones first.  But you didn't
think that I'd just go in order, did you?"  She lined the
prod end up on his right foot arch and pressed the button. 
Chad's foot contracted out of his control, and he let go of
his legs with a yelp and grasped it.  That had hurt much,
much more than before!  He could still feel the electric
pulse of the current as it coursed through his foot.  He sat
with his back to the TV, rubbing his foot for the next 5
minutes, until Beth forced him back into inspection
position.  He had to get one right, he thought.  There had
to be some way to outwit his sister!

He was too aware of the vulnerability of his butt hole,
balls, and sadly shrunken button of a wiener as he lay in
inspection position.  He had to pick two of them next time –
Beth hadn't done any of them yet.  But which two?  He
dithered back and forth, until Beth was standing over him,
demanding his next choice.

"B- b- b- b- butt hole and balls," he finally chose.  Beth
opened the paper to reveal the words "butt hole."

"Now you're catching on," she said.  "I'll be trickier next
time.   By the way, since you didn't get a shock, you have
to stay in inspection position until your next choice."

Chad lay listening to the soundtrack of the movie.  Dang,
that was frustrating – he was dying to know what was being
shown on the TV screen – it sounded like a good show.  After
awhile, he started thinking about what his next choice
should be.  Would she go for the big stuff again, or go for
the small stuff and build the shock levels up knowing he
probably wouldn't pick them?  And he couldn't protect all
three of the big areas, because he only got 2 choices!  He
finally made a decision, so he was ready when Beth loomed
over him, announcing, before she said anything, "Butt hole
and wiener."

"Sorry," she said, opening the paper, to show it said
"armpit."  "I had to go with it – I hadn't done it yet, and
I bet it's real sensitive!"

She was right.  The shock in his right armpit made his arm
snap down as the delicate skin burned, and a tickly ache
spread through the whole joint.  He sat up on the hassock
with his back turned to Beth flexing his right arm at the
shoulder and trying to work the ache out of it.  It still
was bothering him as she made him go into inspection
position again.  The movie was only about half over, he
realized.  How would he endure the rest?  He had to get more
right!

The next round came too quickly, and Chad decided to stop
thinking and just choose whatever his eyes lit upon.  He
glanced at the list.  "Wiener and armpit," he said.


"Darn," Beth said, opening the paper to show it said
"wiener" on it.  "I thought I'd get you that time."  Chad
lay in the inspection position, uncomfortable but feeling
good about the bullet he'd dodged.  He was up to a level 3
shock – on his little sensitive button of a wiener, that
would have been bad!  But what to choose next?  He had a
good 10 minutes to ponder the issue, but he was no closer to
a conclusion when Beth returned than he'd been before.

"Come on, time to choose again," she said menacingly.  "And
I think I've got you this time!"

"Uhhhhhh.  Uhhhhhhh, balls and butt hole," Chad said, going
back to trying to protect his most vulnerable parts.

"Hah!" Beth said, flipping open the paper.  "Wiener," Chad
read to his horror.  Oh, crap!  He hadn't thought she might
pick the same thing twice in a row, but of course that's
what she'd do! He was stupid, stupid, stupid!  While he was
mentally cudgeling himself, he felt the cold electrodes
against the tip of his boy button.  "Oh, boy," he breathed,
his heart pounding and his legs trembling in his hands.  "Oh
boy!  Oh boy! This is gonna hurt!"

He was right.  His butt contracted violently as electricity
surged through his groin, making the pee slit burn and his
entire groin tingle.  Chad yelped, collapsing over his
middle onto the ground, where he sat moaning and nursing his
tender button of a member with both hands.  It felt weird
and strange, a kind of internal burning and an unsettling
tingle that went on and on.  His penis went to minimum mode,
trying to hide in his surrounding flesh.  Beth ignored him
for 5 minutes, then dragged him back up to the hassock and
picked up each leg, forcing him back into inspection
position.

Chad could hardly think over the residual tingle in his
wiener.  In what seemed like no time, Beth was looming over
him again, demanding he make a choice.  He couldn't take
another shot in the wiener, he decided.  "Uhhhh, wiener and
balls," he chose.

Beth opened the paper, showing him that it said, "butt
hole."

"Nooooooo!" Chad wailed.  "Pleeeeeease nooooooo!  I can't
stand it!  I gotta peeeeeeeee!"

Beth yanked him to his feet and hustled him to the hall
bathroom, sitting him down and ordering him to pee and get
it over with.  Chad, his heart pounding, found himself
almost peeing in fright as he sat, then stood numbly and let
his sister swipe his penis with toilet paper and lead him
back to the hassock.  At her orders he lifted each leg and
held them tightly.  He turned his head aside, not wanting to
watch it happen.  He felt the cold buttons of the prod line
up on his anus lengthwise, his sister carefully making sure
she contacted exactly the top and bottom of his wrinkled
hole.  Then his butt contracted violently and his legs shot
down out of his control as incredible burning waves of pain
coursed through his anal orifice.

Chad rolled to the floor crying, his butt squeezed tightly,
his anus in spasm, squeezing so tightly it hurt.  It took
him almost the entire following 5 minutes to get his butt to
relax enough that he could gently explore it with his index
finger, marveling that it didn't feel any different than
before despite the treatment it had gotten, and the residual
burning feeling within it.  Then it was time to go into
inspection position again, his mind racing feverishly to
figure out how to avoid a level 4 shock. He had to protect
his butt hole – Beth had repeated a choice once before, she
could do it again.  But what else to go with?

"B- b- b- butthole and balls," he said at least.

"Okay, you got me that time," Beth said, showing him the
paper said "Butthole," just as he'd thought.  Chad almost
grinned, but his butt hole still tingled too much to get
cocky.  The movie was almost over but there were probably
two more rounds to endure.  He lay there during the next ten
minutes in the inspection position, alternately frustrated
that he couldn't see the TV, and petrified he'd get the next
one wrong.  She'd have to go for the good stuff now, he
reasoned.  She hadn't gotten his balls yet, and she'd want
to!  But what to choose with it?

"Balls and wiener," he said decisively.  She'd never pick
butt hole 3 times in a row!  To his horror, Beth opened the
paper to show, printed clearly on it, "butt hole."

"Oh, crap!" Chad moaned, fighting the urge to get up and
run.  He turned his head sideways and tensed.  The last one
on his butt hole had been a level 3 – this one was a 4!  His
heart was racing and he trembled all over, waiting for his
sister to bring the cold prod to line up on his anus, and
adjust its alignment to the position that would cause him
the most pain.  He trembled, waiting to feel the cold tip
contact him, signaling his shock was imminent.

Suddenly a painful surge of current poured through his butt
hole without warning, causing him to once again contract his
butt violently, this time so violently he trapped the prod
between his buns as he fell off the hassock, his butt
squeezed tightly and his back arched as he squealed.  Beth
tried to pull the prod out and then gave up and left it
there, going back to watch her show.

As Chad's senses returned and his arched back started to
relax, realization returned.  His bastard of a sister and
tricked him, simply jamming the prod in already on rather
than placing it first so he could prepare and then pulling
the trigger.  And it hurt!  Oh, crap, how it hurt! His butt
hole burned like it was on fire, as bad as it burned when
he'd gotten hot sauce on him, but with a different sort of
burn, a kind of unsettled, tingly burn!  He rocked on his
stomach with his butt squeezed together and moaned for the
next 2 minutes.  Gradually, as the pain faded and his butt
relaxed, he became aware of slimy wetness between his butt
cheeks, and an unmistakable odor.  He withdrew the prod from
between his buns, discovering, as he'd feared, that he'd
pooed himself during the last shock.

"Uhhhhh, Beth," he ventured.

"Shush, this is the good part," she said from the TV.

"Uhhhhhh, I kinda, uhhhh, p- p- pooed myself," he continued.

"You what?"  Beth said, dismayed.

"Pooed myself," Chad admitted.  "I'm sorry, but I couldn't
help it – that last one hurt so much, and it just kinda came
out!"  He started crying.  Karen got up and walked to him
where he lay face down with his face buried in his arms. 
She gently grasped the outsides of each of his buns and
spread them.

"It's not that bad," she said.  "It's just a little bit of
poo.  Come on, I'll clean you up," she said, taking the prod
with her and helping him stand.  They walked to the
bathroom, where she rinsed the prod off and wiped it, then
had him sit on the edge of the sink basin with his bottom
hanging over it and lean forward while she turned on the
water and brought handfuls to his butt, washing the mess
away.  She then took soap and gently soaped his crack, anus,
and balls, and rinsed them.  She had him stand and bend
over, then took the hand towel and wiped him dry, patting
his intimate parts lovingly.

"You're a brave boy," she said as she had him straighten up. 
"Braver than any other boy I know."

"I'm not brave," Chad sniffled haltingly.  "I always cry. 
My brother says I'm a baby."

"Would that be the brother who's never been spanked, let
alone been shocked on his asshole or flicked on the balls?"
Karen asked archly.  "What does he know about it?  I bet
even the big boys in your class cry when they get spanked on
their bare asses."

Chad thought about Joey, bawling his eyes out a few days
ago, and about the low-voiced 8th grader who'd blubbered
like a baby from next door when being strapped.  He felt
better.  Karen went on .  "And when this grows a bit more,"
she said, tweaking his baby wiener, "And you get a bit
taller," she added, kissing the top of his head, "I think I
might want to get to know you better."  She gently led him
back into the living room, carrying the prod.

"Last one," Beth announced.   The movie credits were
rolling. "Get in the inspection position and take your
guesses."

Chad didn't even think as he blurted out the first things
that came to mind as he secured his legs into position and
presented his butt and genitals.  "Wiener and butt hole," he
said firmly.

"Nope," Beth said.  She opened the paper, showing it him. 
"Read it and weep – it's a number 4 for you on your bare
baby balls!"

Chad quailed and trembled.  This was gonna hurt!  This was
gonna hurt worse than any of them.  His sister carefully
positioned the prod so that one electrode was on side of his
bulging little scrotum, and the second was on the other. 
Chad grimaced and looked away, waiting.  There was a long
pause.  "Come on!" he said.  "Don't tease me, do it!"

There was no answer, nor an answering shock in his most
vulnerable area.  He turned his head to take in the scene.  
Beth was frowning mightily and depressing the trigger with
all of her might.  "It's not working," she said.

"Maybe the batteries are dead," Karen said.  "Or maybe I
shorted it out when I washed it off!"

"Damn, it takes special batteries," Beth said in
frustration.  "Now it's useless."  She threw it down and
stomped out of the room.  "Mom," she wailed.  "Take his
stupid carcass away.  I'm done with him!"

Karen winked at Chad as Beth stomped out.  "Funny how that
happened," she said.  "You'd think I'd know not to push the
button while the tip was under the water."  She left as
Chad's mother entered.

"You can get out of inspection position," she said.  She was
carrying a drinking glass glass and a small plastic bottle.
"Come into the bathroom."

Chad followed her curiously.  What was she up to now?  She
positioned him in front of the sink and filled a glass part
way up with water, then poured half of the contents of the
plastic bottle in it.

"Here, drink this.  Try to swallow it right away without
tasting it. Even if you don't feel like swallowing it once
you start, force yourself to swallow it anyway!  You have to
get it all down, or you have to drink more.  And if you feel
like throwing up, don't! Fight it!" his mother ordered.

"What is it?" Chad asked, holding the glass in an iron grip,
like it was a poisonous snake.

"Phospho-soda.  You're going to get some pretty intense
punishment tomorrow, and it would be easy for you to lose
control while being punished.  Also, your little poop chute
will probably be one of the targets of punishment.  You
aren't going to want anything inside of you then, believe
me!  This will clean out your intestines so you don't have
any accidents or anything during punishment," she said
earnestly.  "Not only would an accident be embarrassing for
you and for me, but it would probably anger your classmates,
who might increase your punishment in response.  Now drink."

Chad tipped his head back and tried to swallow quickly,
discovering to his alarm that the stuff tasted truly
terrible in his mouth.  He forced the last of it down as his
body tired to retch, and fought down the urge to vomit.  His
mouth tasted like it had been bathed in electricity, a
weird, chemical feeling.  The urge to vomit receded, and he
was able to talk.

"Nasty," he said.

"Part of your punishment," his mother replied.  "You have to
drink another in two hours, and you get a jumbo enema in the
morning, but then nothing will come out of you even during
the worst spanking or whipping or other punishment."

"Great," Chad muttered.  "Do you have anything to make the
spankings not hurt?"

"No, I don't," his mother said seriously.  "And if I did, I
wouldn't give it to you.  You have to go through the pain
you're going to experience tomorrow to get to the lesson the
pain teaches.  I think you realized some of the message
today, when you finally appeared to realize that your
selfish actions have ticked off a lot of folks.  You didn't
really realize how many until you had been their literal
target for awhile.  You need to come to the same realization
at your school, so you hesitate before you hurt other kids
in the future."

She paused and looked at him seriously.  "You know, I do
love you, despite your bad behavior, and despite your
unfortunate resemblance to your rat of a father.  Especially
in some unfortunate places," she added, almost to herself.
She looked up again.  "But because I do love you, I'll tell
you something that I learned in the process of going through
three very difficult childbirths. Don't try to fight the
pain.  Ride it.  Let it swell over you.  Cry when you feel
like crying, and cry as loud as you want!  If you feel like
screaming, scream.  It helps.  Let the pain flow through and
around you, don't try to block it off.  Ride it.  Endure it. 
Make it part of you."  She paused.  "This is hard to
explain.  Accept the pain.  Accept the humiliation.  Take
them as your due, as no more than you deserve.  Do what has
to be done, endure, ride it out.  And then treasure what it
teaches you."

Chad was confused, but put his confused feelings aside for
now.  He still tasted that terrible stuff in his mouth, and
dreaded having to take a second dose.  Yet he didn't feel
any different.  He had thought, the way his Mom described
it, that he ought to feel his insides gurgling like when he
had diarrhea, but nothing was happening yet.

His mother sent him to the corner in the living room, where
Tommy and Jesse were watching cartoons.  Karen and Beth came
by, Karen taking him out of the corner briefly to bend him
over her knees on the hassock and gently rub lotion into his
buns and genitals.  "You're looking really good," she
commented as she worked on him.  "I don't see a mark on you
anywhere.  You'll be ready for anything tomorrow."

Tomorrow, Chad thought to himself.  What was that stupid
song from that stupid musical that his mom played over and
over again in the minivan when he was little?  "The sun'll
come out tomorrow, bet our bottom dollar that tomorrow,
there will be sun."  Yeah, right.  His butt was all that was
coming out tomorrow, and there was going to be pain, major
pain.  Well, he'd do what his mother said.  He'd ride the
pain.  He'd ride it, and yell as loud as he wanted, but he
wouldn't fight it, he'd let it flow over and around him and
away.  And afterward, he'd never hit or push another kid
again, unless he was attacked first!

His intestines gurgled alarmingly at that point, and Karen
wisely rushed him to the bathroom, where he hunched over the
bowl, liquid material pouring out of his bottom.  He stayed
there for half an hour, pooing periodically and hunching
uncomfortably when he wasn't pooing.  Finally feeling empty,
he arose, and Karen got up from the chair she'd dragged in,
put down her Teen magazine, and wiped his butt gently, using
lotion to avoid irritating his anus.  His mother came in
then, forcing him to swallow another dose of that awful
phospho-soda, and then it was back to the corner in the
living room for another hour while the family ate dinner in
the dining room without him.  Tommy and Jesse popped in just
in time to take him to the bathroom again, where he hunched
over the bowl miserably, pooping his guts out.  By this
point, little but clear fluid was coming out of him, but he
sat there for another half hour before he felt secure enough
to get up, feeling more empty than he'd ever felt.

"Bedtime," his mother announced, even though it was still
light outside.  Chad discovered he was truly weary as Tommy
and Jesse trudged him up the steps to settle him in his cell
and put on his restraints.

"Mom says you can't eat anything but clear fluids," Tommy
said, shucking off his pants after Chad was settled.  "So
I've got some clear fluids for you right here!"

"Of course you do," Chad said, feeling a strange inner calm. 
Here he was on the brink of the most terrible day he'd ever
faced, yet he found himself feeling almost dispassionate.
Ride it, his mother had said.  He thought he got a
glimmering of what she meant.  Why rail about how his
brother was treating him?  It wouldn't make any difference. 
And focusing on the injustice of it, hating it, that just
made him feel worse.  He should just accept it, experience
it, and wait for it to be over.   He smiled at his brother. 
"Okay," Chad said.  "If you want me to suck your little
thing, get it over here."

"Don't get smart with me," Tommy said, suspicious.  "Or I'll
make you lick my butt hole, too."

"I don't care," Chad said.  "Make me lick you butt, make me
suck your dick, squeeze my balls, it doesn't matter.  I'll
hate it while it happens, and I may even cry, but I'll live
through it no matter what you do."

"Oh yeah?" Tommy said.  He climbed onto his brother's cot,
squatting over his face and lowering his butt to Chad.  "Go
ahead, then, prove it!  Lick my butt!"

Chad looked at his brother's butt crack, looming over him
from inches away.  His brother's scrotum hung down in front,
and the neat line of skin joined the two halves of his body
all the way back to the wrinkled hole, spread wide and
looking innocent of its purpose.  Yep, his brother still had
to have the cleanest butt of any boy in town.  Ride it, he
thought to himself.  He lifted his head and ran his tongue
full bore all the way from his brother's balls to his butt
hole, worming his tongue against the wrinkled surface when
he got there.  His mother was right – if you decided to just
do it and stopped thinking about how unfair it was and how
bad it was, you could ride with it!  He gave his brother
another full length slurp, again pressing his brother's butt
hole to show he wasn't afraid and didn't really care.  Tommy
rose abruptly.  "You're disgusting," he said in frustration,
unhappy that he hadn't gotten Chad's goat.  He hauled on his
pants.  "Come on, Jesse," he said forcefully.  "I'm tired of
him.  Let's go to my room and leave him alone."

"But... aren't we going to make him suck us?" Jesse asked
plaintively, his small hard on visible in his pants.

"It's no fun any more," Tommy grumbled.  With a look of
regret, Jesse followed him out, and the door slammed behind
them.

Chad lay in the fading daylight for a long time, marveling
at what had just happened.  He'd actually gotten his brother
to give up!  He'd made it no fun to torment him!  He
couldn't believe that his mother's advice worked!  He
pondered the coming day.  He'd have to try that again. 
Don't fight the punishments, ride with them.  If they
decided to spank him, he'd push his butt toward the spanks
and accept them.  If it hurt, he'd cry, he wouldn't fight
it.  If they wanted to squeeze his balls, he'd open his legs
and thrust his hips forward, and if it hurt he'd scream and
keep screaming until it stopped hurting.  If they tried to
put something up his butt, he'd relax his hole and try to
ride it out!  If they put him on the horse, he wouldn't
tense and fear the swats, he'd relax and take them as they
came.  He'd get through this, and then he'd never strike
another kid in anger or out of carelessness again, and that
will have made the pain worth it!

Chad didn't know when he fell asleep, but suddenly he awoke
with a start in the pitch black.  A small hand was on his
thighs, groping for his genitals.  Chad relaxed.  "Sorry,
you startled me," he whispered.  "Before you start, I want
to say thank you – I deserve every bit of the punishment
I've received and that I'm going to receive, but I want to
say that you've made it easier with your kindness this
weekend."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh," a voice whispered from the vicinity of
his crotch.  A hand circled his member, and then a tongue
flicked out and teased his penis head.

"Can you do something before you start," Chad whispered. 
"Can you release my left hand, just while you're here?  I
know it's a lot to ask, but it feels so much better if I can
put my hand under my butt when I cum.  I always do that when
I play with myself, and I'm used to it.  I know I can trust
you not to tell anyone."

There was no response, but he felt a shifting and then hands
groping and finding his nearest restraint, and then his left
hand was free.  The right was still tied, but the mouth
descended on his penis and his hand unconsciously slipped to
its usual position when he masturbated, propping his butt up
higher and feeling his tight, clenching butt muscles as his
hips contracted more and more tightly.  His orgasm came
quickly, more powerful this time now that his hand was in
its usual place.  He thrust violently at the sucking mouth,
hearing a surprised "Uhhn," as his hips moved too fast and
his pelvic bone collided with his partner's mouth.  Then he
felt once again the new, unfamiliar feeling of liquid
traveling out his penis, and he spurted his few small drops
into the hungry mouth.

The mouth withdrew from his organ abruptly, feminine
coughing, spitting sounds erupting and then finally getting
under control.  "Sorry," he mumbled as his orgasm tapered
off.  "Hope I didn't take you by surprise.  But you knew I
could squirt already, right?  You're the one who made me do
it the first time.  And I'm sorry about ramming your mouth
like that – I've had it done to me, so I know how it hurts." 
On impulse, he snaked his right hand out and caught the
person leaning next to his cot by the neck, pulling her
close to his face.  She resisted at first but not strongly,
and he pulled her closer and pressed his lips against the
face, moving them until he found the soft, voluptuous mouth
and moved his lips against it.  He loosened his grip as the
face became more willing, pressing back against him.  He let
his tongue slip out a bit and traced his partner's lips, and
she pressed close to him.  To his surprise she appeared to
be naked – he could feel  warm bare skin against his own
body as she leaned into him, a hand reaching out and taking
his penis, stroking it casually as the kissing continued. 
Chad tasted blood on his counterpart's mouth.  "You're
bleeding," he said.  "I'm sorry.  I just lost control there
at the end.  And sorry about cumming in your mouth.  I
didn't think to warn you when I was cumming, 'cause I
thought you knew."  He leaned into her body, marveling at
the warm softness of her naked body against his, the
pleasure of her hand gently stroking his penis, her thin
chest and ribs against his...

Chad froze.  How could her ribs be against his?  He took his
free hand down from her neck, moving quickly around from her
back to her chest.  Hard muscle and bone was under his
fingers, along with a small bump that was undoubtedly an
underdeveloped nipple.  This couldn't be Karen!  Karen had
quite respectable boobs!  And it wasn't Beth either, or his
mother, or Tommy.  Chad's hand flew further down, groping
between his partner's legs.  A small, hard fleshy cylinder
poked his hand, recognizably curved toward the stomach. 
Beneath it was a soft, wrinkled section of skin bulged, hard
lumps swelling either side.

"Jesse!" Chad said, lurching to upright to the degree he
could with has right hand tied, and in the process dumping
the small body on the floor.  There was a surprised, pained
grunt from the ground.

"Owwwww," Jesse's voice replied softly.  "Ya didn't have to
just dump me off that way!"  The light came on, bright in
Chad's eyes.  Jesse was standing by the door, naked,
underwear around one of his ankles, his lip bleeding and his
bare wiener arched to the ceiling.  He was rubbing his hip
bone, heedless of his total nudity.

"What the crap do you think you're doing? Chad hissed.

"I thought you liked it," Jesse said.  "You said you liked
it!  You liked it Friday, and Saturday!"

"I thought you were Karen," Chad said ruefully.  His penis
had shrunk to button form, reflecting his dismay.  He looked
over his shoulder at Jesse, waving his free arm and lying on
his back so he could see.

"I thought you knew it was me," Jesse said.  "I thought you
wanted it.  I felt bad for you, and I wanted you to feel
better.  I did a good job, didn't I?" Jesse said.  "You told
me I did a good job!  What does it matter if I was Karen or
not?"

"I don't do dudes," Chad said.  "I'm not that way.  Now that
I know it's you, it's a complete turn off!"

"Oh," Jesse said in a small voice.  He looked at the floor,
his penis shriveling rapidly.  To Chad's surprise, he felt
no anger, only sadness.

"Sit down a minute," Chad said, patting the cot beside him. 
Jesse sat, looking disconsolate.  He reached over with his
free arm and patted the boy's shoulder.  "Look, you're
really good at sucking boys – you really are.  I've never
been sucked by a girl, but I bet there aren't any who do it
any better.  But most of us guys don't want to be sucked by
other boys – it's just not our thing.  You need to find boys
who like it, and do your thing with them."

"You mean queers?" Jesse said petulantly.

"I wouldn't call someone that," Chad said.  "I've got a good
friend who definitely likes sucking other boys, but I
wouldn't call him names.  He just likes different things
than me, and apparently you do, too.  If you guys liked
strawberry ice cream it would be the same thing – I don't
like it myself, and I wouldn't eat it with you even if you
wanted me to, but there are other people who like it, and
you should enjoy it with them, just like I can eat chocolate
ice cream with the people who like it.  And I don't have to
stop liking him or you just because we don't like having sex
with the same people."

Jesse was silent awhile, looking at the floor.  His little
penis drooped.  "Do you think I'm queer?" he asked.

"I don't know," Chad said.  "I think only you can know that. 
Do you get excited looking at girls' bodies?  Do you like
Playboy pictures?"

"Not really," Jesse admitted.  "I mean, they're kind of
interesting, but they don't make me hard."

"How about boys?  Like, when I look at Cynthia in my class,
my wiener gets all hard and I feel this yearning – like I
want her to get undressed so I can rub my body all over her. 
Do you look at anyone like that?" Chad said boldly.  "Is
there some boy or girl who makes you get all excited and
makes you want to do things with them when you look at
them?"

Jesse looked glummer.  "Maybe," he said grudgingly.

"Well, is it a boy or a girl?" Chad asked, pressing him.

An indistinct mumble came from Jesse, who then looked away.

"What?" Chad asked.

Jesse looked him in the eye.  "It's Tommy, okay!  I can't
help it.  I look at him and I want to do to him what I just
did to you!  I can't stand it when he gets naked and
straddles you – I want it to be me!  But he'd never do it,
would he?  He only likes girls!"  Tears began streaming down
Jesse's cheeks, and he looked away again.  "I even, I even –
sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have him put his
dick up my butt," Jesse whispered.

Chad rubbed the younger boy's shoulders, trying to think of
what to say.  Jesse broke into full-throated sobs, falling
sideways and burying his face in Chad's chest, muffling his
cries.  Chad stroked the younger boy's hair lamely.  He
noticed, with some relief, that his penis wasn't even the
least bit aroused by the contact.  After awhile, Jesse's
sobs quieted, and he wiped his face impatiently with the
back of his hand and sat up again.

"If I had to guess, I don't think Tommy would want to do
those things with you," Chad said after some time had
passed.  "But you'd have to find out from him.  I don't mean
just up and ask him, because then he'd be forced to say no. 
You have to go slow, a little at a time."

"What do you mean by that?" Jesse ventured, looking at him
with round eyes.

"Well, you do something like this.  I know you sleep in his
bed with him when you sleep over.  Try rubbing his back, and
see how he responds.  If he seems okay, go a little farther
– rub near the top of his butt.  If he lets you do that,
reach a little lower.  If he lets you reach between his
legs, he probably wants it, too.  That's what I'd do with a
girl.  And if he doesn't want you to do those things, back
off, tell him it was a joke, and keep being his friend, and
never bring it up again.  There are boys who do like it, and
you might like some of them."

Jesse had perked up somewhat.  Chad had another thought. 
"Look, I told you I have a friend who really likes to do
stuff with boys.  His name is Alan, and he doesn't live that
far away – yeah, it's clear across town and that's several
miles from here, but you live in his direction, so it's an
easy trip for you.  Tell him you're my friend and get to
know him, and wait to see what happens."  Chad made Jesse
repeat Alan's address and telephone number until he had it
perfectly, then patted the younger boy on the back.  Alan
would like Jesse, he thought to himself.  And he bet Jesse
would like Alan.  He felt a sense of satisfaction at the
idea that he might bring the two of them together.  Man, he
was becoming a matchmaker.  He was as bad as some of the
girls in his class!

Jesse stood up, a shy smile returning to his face as he bent
to put his other foot in his underwear and pulled them on. 
"Thanks, Chad," he said, going to the door.  "I'm sorry
you're getting punished tomorrow.  Look, I'll come over next
week after school and help you with your work and try to
make you feel better."

"Just not that way, okay?" Chad said, waving his free hand
at his genitals.  "Now tie me up again before you go – I'll
get in trouble if my hand is free."