Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 8
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 8: Tommy Takes Charge

Tommy took Chad by the arm and pulled, Chad following
helplessly up the stairs, in a daze, still trying to absorb
the implications of what his mother had said.  At the top of
the stairs Tommy turned them out of sight into the hall,
then stopped and let go of Chad's arm.  "Put your hands up
against the wall," he ordered. "Why?" asked Chad.  "Just do
it, big brother.  Or do I have to call Mom?"  Hesitantly,
Chad placed both hands against the wall of the hall.  "Now
keep your hands there and don't move," Tommy continued. 
Chad did so.  Tommy reached to either side of Chad's waist
and began tugging down his underpants.  

"Hey," Chad gasped.  "What do you think you're doing?" 

"Hands on the wall," Tommy ordered, continuing to tug.  "I
couldn't see you well downstairs – I said before I want to
look at your butt, and that's what I'm going to do."  He
pulled Chad's underpants over his painfully sore butt until
they were just below the curve of Chad's bottom and his
genitals were bared to the cool hall air.  Chad grimaced as
the rough material of the punishment underpants he'd been
given at school slid down his sore, blistered seat.  Tommy
looked at his brother's bare rump.  "Boy, you really got
walloped, didn't you?" he said appreciatively.  "I wonder
what it feels like to be all bare in front of everyone with
some big adult whopping your butt.  Bet it hurts."  He
traced his fingers up both sides of Chad's butt, causing
Chad to jerk forward, away from his touch. "Hold still, I
said," Tommy said sharply, continuing to trace his fingers
over the small blisters in the center of each of Chad's
buns.  Chad endured the exploration stoically, wincing
slightly when Tommy pressed harder, cupping each bun in his
hands, then slowly explored the surface of his brother's
exposed bottom.

"Turn around, bratty brother," Tommy ordered. 

"Why," asked Chad.  

"'Cause I said to, that's why," Tommy replied.  Chad turned
around, lowering his hands to cup his bare genitals.  "None
of that," Tommy said firmly, "Put your hands behind your
head so they're out of my way," he ordered firmly.  Chad
slowly locked his hands behind his head, the position
thrusting his groin toward his brother. 

Suddenly and without warning, Tommy grasped Chad's small,
tight scrotum with his fingertips, the way a boy might pick
up a small ball from the floor, and began tugging him down
the hall toward their room.  "Hey, stop," Chad gasped, his
hands flying to his crotch trying to dislodge the prying
fingers.  "That hurts!"  Tommy just squeezed harder, causing
Chad to have to stumble to keep up or suffer unspeakable
pain in his most private parts. 

They reached the door and Tommy released Chad's genitals,
aiming him inside by a slap to his still bare bottom.  "Get
in our room and bend over your bed, brat," he ordered, as if
Chad were 5 and he were Chad's long absent father.  "I'm
going to give you a good spanking to start with, just like
Mom said to do."  

Chad froze in the middle of the room.  His underpants were
still hanging just above his knees, and he was gingerly
trying to soothe his abused scrotum where Tommy's
fingernails had dug into the edges.  Tommy shut the door
firmly behind them.  "I said," Tommy repeated, looking at
Chad with an evil glint in his eye, "bend over the bed so I
can give you a good spanking!"  Chad just stood there
staring dumbly at Tommy, gingerly holding his mistreated
scrotum.  Tommy reached out and slapped Chad's hand.  "Get
your hands away from your balls, you little pervert, and
bend over the bed!"  Tommy snapped.  "Or I'll call Mom!"  He
paused the minute.  "On second thought, take everything off
first.  I want you see you naked while I do this, just like
everyone in your class got to see you naked today."  When
Chad still did not comply, Tommy reached for the door. 
"Guess I'm going to have to call Mom," he said
threateningly.  "It might be fun to see you get paddled
right now, anyway."  

"No, don't call Mom!"  Chad begged.  "Then get undressed,
now," Tommy said.  "I'm going to count to 20, and if you
haven't taken everything off and bent over the bed by the
time I get to 20, I'm calling Mom and telling her you're
disobedient!"  Almost at the point of tears, Chad grudgingly
kicked off his shoes and socks.  Bending over, he pulled his
underpants the rest of the way off in one motion, giving
Tommy a quick glimpse of his puckered pinkish brown butt
hole as he bent over.  Straightening, he lifted the shirt
over his head just as Tommy got to 15.  Hurrying now, he
laid across his bed, with his legs parallel with the floor,
and his bare butt upturned and vulnerable.  

Tommy looked at the situation critically. His brother looked
very small and vulnerable lying on his stomach with his bare
bottom upturned, but he wasn't happy with his brother's
position. "I want your butt up high where I can smack it
good.  It's not high enough," he finally concluded.  "Get
up."  Chad stood back up again, while Tommy took the two
pillows off of Chad's bed and put them on the side of the
bed.  He glanced at his big brother, noting for the first
time how incredibly small and insignificant the older boy's
private parts appeared at the moment.  "Man, you have got a
majorly small wiener," he commented critically. He really
was amazed.  He'd just naturally assumed that his big
brother would have a penis and balls as big or bigger than
his.  The truth was shocking.  Tommy realized that his
genitals were actually bigger than his brother's.  His
wiener was a lot fatter, and his balls hung lower and were
bigger as well.  And he actually had a few hairs, whereas
his brother's groin was completely smooth.

Actually, now that he thought about it, the rest of his
brother wasn't actually any bigger than him.  Tommy himself
was big for his age, and Chad was the smallest boy in his
class.  Why, he could look his brother in the eye, and he
weighed about the same.  His mind returned to the business
at hand.  "Now get back down into position for your
spanking," he ordered.  Chad was trapped, having no choice
but to obey.  The pillows under his middle raised his bottom
so that it was now higher than the rest of his body.  As he
settled himself on the pillows and lowered his head and
chest to the bed, his body made a nice angle with his
spanking area at the apex.  His bottom spread apart slightly
as he settled in, burying his head in his arms in shame.   

"Perfect," Tommy said, eyeing Chad's butt from behind.  He
noted with satisfaction that with Chad positioned this way
his entire butt was spread open and vulnerable.  He walked
over to the bed, climbed up, and straddled Chad's back,
facing Chad's unprotected and obviously well-spanked butt. 
Taking both hands, he placed one on each of Chad's buns and
pulled them apart as far as they would go.  Leaning forward
he inspected the boy's bare butt hole.  "Good thing you wear
clothes most of the time, big brother," Tommy teased. 
"You've got an ugly butt hole.  I'd hate to have to look at
it all the time." He released Chad's left bun, and with his
right index finger traced the line that ran between Chad's
butt hole and his tightly pursed nut sack.  Continuing with
his exploration, Tommy circled Chad's wrinkled bag, and then
pushing harder probed each one of the nuts within it.  

"Hey, stop that" Chad gasped. "You'll hurt me!"

 "Quiet, you" Tommy said." Mom said I can do what I want
with you, and this is what I want to do.  Now hold still
until I'm done.  Or do you want me to start your spanking
now?"  The finger traced back up the line between Chad's
buns again, finally settling again on the entrance to his
tightly pursed butt hole.  Chad could feel Tommy's fingertip
pressing progressively harder against the center of his
nether orifice until finally the tip of Tommy's index finger
slipped in. "Gross," Tommy said.  "It's all squishy and hot
in there.  I wonder if there's any poo in you?" He said
playfully, laughing at his own scatological rhyme. 

He wormed his finger further into Chad's orifice, causing
increasingly more strident protests from Chad. "Hey.  Hey! 
HEY!  Stop that!  That hurts!" Chad complained.  He tried
rocking Tommy off his back, but discovered to his chagrin
that his brother had no problem holding him down.  In
response to Chad's protests, Tommy said nothing.  He just
shoved his index finger hard all the way in and rotated it
around, probing Chad's insides thoroughly.  Chad's protests
subsided when it became clear that he was having no effect
on his brother, and he endured Tommy's extended probing,
only flinching occasionally, when Tommy's prods became
unusually enthusiastic.  It felt like his little brother was
redeeming out his entire butt!  Yet at the same time the
probing made his wiener rock hard, and it twitched each time
Tommy crossed a particular area inside of him.  He could
feel a tingle in his private parts each time Tommy's finger
moved.  He could feel pressure building inside him, just
like it did when he handled his small penis himself in his
bed at night.  Just when he thought that he might get that
tingly feeling and dry cum right on his bed any minute,
Tommy, bored with torturing his brother in this way,
withdrew his finger with a soft pop and inspected it
thoroughly.  "Hmmm, no poo that I can see.  But your butt
hole is still disgusting!"  He wiped the mild dampness off
of his finger on the insides of Chad's thighs, and
straightened up, raising both hands over the older boy's
unprotected butt.  

"Now to give you a good spanking!"  Tommy said.  

"Nooooo," Chad begged. "Please don't spank me!  I already
got spanked twice today, and one was a paddling!  My butt
already hurts so bad!  Besides," Chad said, hoping to get a
little sympathy from his brother, "You know Mom's gonna give
me a big paddling after dinner, and she said you and sis get
to help with that!  It isn't fair that I get spanked so much
in one day!"  

"This isn't about being fair," Tommy said.  "It's about
revenge for all the bad things you've done to me in the
past."  On that final word, Tommy brought both hands sharply
down on the centers of Chad's already well blistered bottom. 
Chad let out a little yelp.  The centers of his buns were
already on fire once again!  His butt was so sore and tender
that even his little brother could make it burn with one
slap!

"Stop!"  Chad begged.  "That really hurts!"  

"Good," Tommy said with satisfaction, raising both his hands
again.  "I've been told spankings are supposed to hurt!"  He
swiftly brought both hands down again in exactly the same
place, bringing a louder yelp from Chad.  

Chad tried begging again.  "Come on, Tommy, please stop
hitting me!  It hurts a lot!  Look, I'll do anything else! 
Just stop spanking me!"  Tommy brought both hands down on
Chad's unprotected buns in exactly the same spots once
again, this time, bringing tears to Chad's eyes and causing
a squeal of pain.  "Owwwwwww!  That hurts!"  Chad said with
a sob in his voice.  

"Man, you're such a baby," Tommy said with contempt.  "I
just started your spanking, and you're crying already!"  

Once again, Tommy brought both hands down, putting all of
his upper body into it this time.  Chad arched his back and
let out a squeal.  "Owwwwwwwwww! Owww! Owww! Please stop,
Tommy! Look, I'll do anything else you want, but stop
spanking my butt!"  

Tommy hesitated in the middle of his next swing. 
"Anything?"  He asked.  

"Anything," Chad sobbed.  "Just stop."

"Would you play with wiener in front of me?" Tommy almost
whispered.  Chad hesitated, shocked by the request.  In
response, Tommy brought both hands down on Chad's butt as
hard as he could.  

"OWWWWWWWW!" bawled Chad.  "Okay, okay!"  he said through
sobs.  "I'll do it.  I'll do it."  

"What will you do?" Tommy said, acting the innocent.  "You
have to say it yourself."  He slammed both hands down on
Chad's rapidly reddening butt again to make his point. 

"Owwwwwwwwww! Owww! Owww! Owww!" Chad sobbed.  "I'll play
with my wiener in front of you," Chad managed to gasp
between sobs.  

Tommy spanked him again with both hands, enjoying his
ability to make his brother cry like a two-year-old.  "Until
you squirt?"  he asked innocently, as Chad tried to control
his crying.  

Chad didn't answer for a moment.  Finally he swallowed down
the lump in throat.  "I can't," he said, almost inaudibly.

"You can't play with yourself?  Don't give me that.  I've
seen you jerking away at yourself under the covers when you
thought I wasn't awake.  You do it all the time," Tommy said
indignantly.  He gave his brother another double slap.

"Owwww!  Owwww! Stop it, Tommy," Chad pleaded.  

"Not until you say you'll do it," Tommy replied, raising his
hands again.

"Nooooo!  Don't hit me again!  That isn't what I mean," 
Chad blurted in a panic.  Tommy paused, his arms upraised. 
"I mean….. what I mean is …. I can't squirt."

Tommy dropped his arms, stunned.  "You can't squirt," he
said in surprise.

Chad buried his head in his arms.  "No, I can't," he said in
a muffled voice.  "I mean, I've tried doing it every way I
can think of, and it always feels good like it's supposed
to, but nothing comes out."

"You're a dry cummer!"  Tommy said with glee.  "I can't
believe it – my big brother is a dry cummer!"  He got off of
Chad and began dancing around the room with glee.  "I'm
going to tell everyone at school that you can't cum yet!"

Chad raised his head from his arms and looked at his brother
over his shoulder.  "You can't, either," he said
indignantly.  "After all, you're a year and a half younger
than me!'

"Can so," Tommy said, grinning.  "I only make clear stuff,
and only a little, but I can do it.  And you're still a dry
cummer!  Just wait until I tell all the girls in your
class!"  He climbed astride his brother again, forcing his
upper body back down on the bed.

"Come on, Tommy," Chad pleaded.  "Please don't tell people! 
It's private!"

"They probably can guess anyway from looking at you," Tommy
replied, leaning forward and poking at his brother's gently
swaying little penis from between his legs.  "I mean, you
don't even have any hairs, and your wiener looks like a
Vienna sausage!  Anyone who sees you naked would guess you
can't cum!  I should have guessed it as soon as you took you
pants off.  And heck," he added meanly, "practically
everyone has seen you with your pants off."

"Come on, Tommy," Chad tried again.  "I'm your brother. 
Look I'm asking you not to tell.  I do stuff for you, so do
this for me."

"What stuff do you do for me?" Tommy asked evenly.  Chad
racked his brain for a minute.  Darn, he couldn't think of
anything he'd done for Tommy lately that Tommy would care
about.  He looked back at his brother helplessly.

"Well, how about if you promise to do something for me
instead," Tommy ventured slyly.

"Like what?  Like do your chores?" Chad asked.

"Like suck me," Tommy said, almost in a whisper.

"Do what?" Chad said, not sure he'd heard right.

"Suck me," Tommy whispered again.  "And if you tell Mom, or
anyone else, I'll tell Mom, you were disobedient and made it
all up, and then she'll give you a big paddling!  And I'll
tell all your friends you're a dry cummer."  

"I'm not gonna suck you, you little pervert!  What are you,
some kind of queer?"  Chad asked indignantly.

Tommy's response was to raise both hands and bring them
crashing down on his brother's bottom.  "Owwwww!"  Chad
gasped.  "Okay, Tommy!  Don't spank me any more.  Look, I'll
play with myself, just like I said, but don't spank me any
more.  It really hurts!" 

Tommy raised both hands and smacked his brother's butt
again, aiming for exactly the same place he'd just hit. 
Chad kicked his legs and yelped in pain.  He started
pleading.  "Come on, Tommy.  I don't want to suck you.  It's
gross.  It's where your pee comes out."  He tried to think
of other arguments that might sway his brother.  "Look,
don't make me do it," he finished lamely.

"That's exactly why I'm going to make you do it, because you
don't want to," Tommy said, raising his hands again.  Chad
flinched.  "Besides, you may not like doing it, but I'm
pretty sure that I'll like it.  So I'm either going to sit
here like this and beat your butt the rest of the afternoon,
or you're going to get up, play with yourself until you do
your little dry cum, and then suck me.  So what's it going
to be, bratty brother," he asked, looking inquiringly at
Chad.  "Are you going to do it, or do I spend the afternoon
beating your butt!"  For emphasis, he brought both hands
crashing down on his brother's bare butt, harder than
before.  Chad whined and drummed his toes against the floor,
trying to drive out the terrible sting of his brother's
vigorous two-handed slaps.  Tommy raised his hands calmly
once again.  "Look, I've got all afternoon to spank you,
bratty brother," he threatened.  "Only you can make it stop. 
Now say you'll play with yourself and then suck me, or
prepare yourself for a whole lot more of these."  He faked
bringing his arms down only to stop just above his brother's
unprotected bottom, laughing as his brother flinched
violently.  

"All right," Chad conceded.  He couldn't take any more of
those two-handed spanks, with all of Tommy's weight behind
them.  "I'll do it.  Just stop spanking me!"  Tommy arose
and jumped off Chad.  His brother got up painfully, reaching
back to soothe his aching posterior.  Tommy slapped his
hands.  "No trying to rub away my hard work," he ordered. 
"I spanked your disgusting little butt and I want it to feel
spanked!  Now stand over here in front of my bed!"

Tommy seated himself comfortably on the side of his own bed.
Cautiously, Chad got into the position Tommy had specified,
still looking small and vulnerable with no clothes on,
especially now that he had trails of tears sliding down his
cheeks.  Defeated, and acutely aware of his still burning
butt, he awaited his next instructions. They weren't long in
coming.  "All right," Tommy said, grinning.  "Get to it. 
Rub your little wiener, just like you do when you're in bed. 
You know," he added, enjoying his ability to taunt his
brother, "it's no wonder it's so small, the way you're
always trying to wear it down.  Seems like you've got your
hands on that thing half the night!  Now get started!"  Chad
hesitated, unable to bring himself to do this most private
of things in front of his leering brother.  Finally, Tommy
started to lose his patience. "Look, Chad, you either start
rubbing yourself right now, or I'm going to call Mom and
tell her you hit me!"  

"But I didn't hit you," Chad said in surprise.  "I didn't
even touch you!"

"Who do you think she's gonna believe, me, her favorite son,
or her son the hitter?"  Tommy asked reasonably.  Trapped,
Chad hesitantly brought his right hand up to his small
genitals and seized the drooping head of his penis between
his thumb and his forefinger.  Slowly he tugged on the
flaccid member, trying to get it to harden.  After half a
minute passed with no visible change, Tommy lost patience. 
"Pull on that thing like you mean it," he ordered.  "I'm
going to count to 20, and if you're not hard by 20 and
whacking away like you really mean it, I'll just put you
back over the bed and spank you the rest of the afternoon. 
Then your butt will be good and sore by the time it's time
from Mom and us to spank you."

Genuinely frightened now, Chad began masturbating like he
had never masturbated before.  He circled his finger rapidly
around the head of his small member, yanking it out and
desperately trying to get it to harden.  To his surprise,
the fear seemed to help – he could feel himself responding. 
Soon it was jutting straight out from his body to its full 2
inches.  He changed his technique, circling it with his
thumb and forefinger and stroking vigorously from base to
tip, growing more excited as he did it.  Although it was
very embarrassing having his little brother watch him while
he played with himself, it was also exciting.  Somehow, the
more contemptuously that Tommy looked at him, the more
excited he got.  As he got more and more excited, right his
hand moved more and more rapidly, until it was almost a blur
stroking up and down the boy's short shaft.  "Gee, look at
you go at it!"  Tommy said almost admiringly.  "You really
like me watching, don't you?  Yet your wiener is so small! 
Is that all the bigger it gets?  You wouldn't think a dinky
wiener like yours would even work!"  

He paused a minute to look at Chad more critically, eyeing
the boy's tightly pursed scrotal patch.  "Are you sure you
can cum?  Your balls look awful small!  I'm not sure little
boys like you can even dry cum."  "Course I can cum," Chad
grunted, panting with the effort of his vigorous stroking. 
"Good," said Tommy.  "Tell me just before you cum, so I can
watch."  He kept his eyes fixated on his brother's rapidly
moving hand and rock hard wiener.  He noted Chad had begun
clenching his buns together every few seconds, and grunting
each time he did.  "Are you close?" he asked.  "Because if
you cum without telling me," he said, "then you're going to
regret it!"  Chad did not ask just what Tommy meant by that,
but he assumed it would be something diabolical and
unpleasant for him. He made no reply, but just nodded once
and continued stroking his wiener furiously.  He suddenly
clenched his buttocks tightly and arched his body forward. 
"I'm gonna cum," he said through clenched teeth, thrusting
his hips violently and squeezing his sore butt together
repeatedly.  The small head of his wiener pulsed, growing
bigger with each thrust and shrinking between thrusts. 
Chad's hand slowed down and then stopped.  He gave his
rapidly shrinking wiener a final strong tug and then let his
hand fall to his side.  He stood there panting, a bit weak
in the knees.  "I never came like that before," he admitted
to Tommy.  "It was like the best ever!"  

"I guess that little thing of yours can cum, bratty
brother," Tommy said, eyeing the his brother's now soft
penis.  "But I was right, you can't squirt!"  

"I never said I could," Chad said.  "Stop rubbing it in."

Tommy glanced over at the clock on the wall.  "It's only
4:30, bratty brother," he said nastily.  "We're not supposed
to go down for dinner and your big spanking until seven. 
That gives me lots of time to punish you some more!  Let me
see now," he paused, appearing to be thinking.  "What is
that I should have you do next?"  He gazed around the room
appearing to be deep in thought.  

He knows perfectly well what he wants me to do next, Chad
thought to himself.     Tommy looked up and down his naked
brother's body, noting with interest that Chad's small
penis, although flaccid, had remained as long as it was in
his erect state, and that the head of it was still swollen
from his recent masturbatory activities.  Chad shifted
uncomfortably as his brother stared fixedly at his crotch. 
He hated boys looking at his genitals.  He hated changing in
public changing rooms, and he hated having to pee next other
boys in the boy's bathroom.  Knowing they were looking over
the top of the urinal at his own small equipment, just as he
was looking at their more impressive organs, had always made
him feel inadequate.  Having to stand before his baby
brother, a brother who could spank him at will, with
everything on display was utterly humiliating.  Now that the
excitement of orgasm was over, he blushed with shame over
the memory.  His little brother had watched him jerk himself
off!  And he'd seen him dry cum!  He was filled with
humiliation, thinking what a picture he must have presented
to his brother with his hand flying up and down his little
penile shaft while he pumped his hips and clenched his butt
and grunted like a pig.  Tommy brought his thoughts back to
the present.  "Now let's see," Tommy said.  "I believe there
was something you were going to do for me.  Now what was
it?"  Faking thoughtfulness, he stroked his chin.  "It seems
to me that I remember someone promising he'd suck someone's
wiener."