Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 9
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 9:  Chad Develops a New Talent

"Come on, Tommy," Chad pleaded.  "Haven't you done enough to
me already? Do I have to suck you, too?"  He tried to appeal
to his brother's better nature.  "Look, you practically
yanked my balls off!  Then you made me get naked and you
spanked me even though you knew my butt was really sore, and
still hurt from getting paddled in school!  And if that
wasn't enough, you made me rub my wiener until I came!  And
you stuck your finger up my poo hole!  That really hurt!"

Tommy looked at Chad with irritation.  "Why do you call it
that all the time?" he asked.

"What?" Chad said, totally confused.

"Why do you call your butt hole your poo hole?  What are
you, 6?  Why don't you just say butt hole or asshole like
any normal kid?  Even the kids in my class would never say
poo hole!" Tommy said disgustedly. "I mean, you act like
such a little kid sometimes instead of like my big brother."

Chad was taken aback.  He hadn't thought about it before. 
He'd always thought "poo hole," when he thought about his
anus.  That's what his mom had called it when he'd been a
little boy, and he'd just kept using the term as he got
older.  But thinking on it now, he realized that he hadn't
heard anyone use that term but him anytime in the last few
years, including his little brother.  

"I'll tell you why you do it," Tommy continued.  "It's
because you're still a baby.  You may be almost 13, but
you're still a baby inside.  That's why you cry when I spank
you, that's why you beg me not to make you do stuff to you
instead of just taking it like a man, and that's why you say
'poo hole' instead of 'butt hole.'  You're just a big baby. 
I'm surprised you don't call your wiener a pee-pee."

"I'm not a baby," Chad said automatically.

"Then say it.  Say to me, 'it hurt when you stuck your
finger up my asshole,'" Tommy ordered.

Chad hesitated.  "I don't want to," he said finally.

"See, you can't even say it.  You're afraid Mom has magic
ears and will hear everything you say, like she told us when
we were little boys.  You can't even use a word if you think
it's a little dirty, even when it's the word everyone else
uses," Tommy said.  "You're pathetic."

"I can say it, I just don't want to," Chad replied
indignantly.

"Prove it.  Say, 'you stuck your finger up my asshole,'"
Tommy challenged.

Chad took a deep breath.  "You stuck your finger up my- my-
my asshole," he managed to finish, but barely whispering the
final word.  It felt strange coming out of his mouth, like
something he shouldn't be doing.

"Now say it again," Tommy said, "only this time say it loud
enough to hear."

"You stuck your finger up my asshole," Chad said louder.

"See, that wasn't so hard," Tommy said.  "Now try to talk
like you're older than 6 from now on.  If I hear you say
'poo hole' again, I swear I'm going to sit on your back and
give you, like, 50 whacks on your bare butt!"

Chad just looked at his feet.  There was no use arguing with
Tommy.  Tommy had Mom on his side.  Mom had said that he had
to let Tommy do anything he wanted.  And maybe Tommy kind of
had a point.  He did feel and act like a little kid each
time he got spanked, especially when Tommy spanked him.  He
tried to keep from crying, and kicking, and generally acting
like a toddler, but his butt burned so bad, and then he just
couldn't keep from doing it.   No matter how hard he tried,
he knew that the next time he was spanked he'd do all those
things again.  And he was all too aware that he was due to
get spanked again in just a couple of hours, even if Tommy
didn't spank him any more before then.  Of course, Tommy
probably would spank him again before then.  After all,
Tommy could do anything he wanted, and he seemed to enjoy
tormenting Chad.  

That thought reminded him of what Tommy wanted him to do
now.  "Okay, I won't say 'poo hole' any more.  But please
don't make me suck you!  Haven't I already been punished
enough?"

Tommy just looked at Chad with contempt.  "And did you think
it was enough a year ago, when we were at the park and you
held me down in front of your friends and tickled me until I
peed my pants?  And then you and your friends called me "Pee
Pants" all day, and everyone could see the wet spot?  Did
you think it was enough when I was five, and you stole my
swimming trunks when we were at Jimmy's pool, and I had to
climb out with no trunks on and run bare naked back to the
house?  Everyone saw my wiener when I climbed out, and
everybody saw my butt when I ran to the house, and you
didn't think it was enough then!  And when your friends
called me "micro dick" for the rest of the week, you didn't
think it was enough then!  Well, who's the micro dick now?"

Tommy paused a minute, feeling good about the point that
last remark had scored on Chad.  Then he went on.  "And you
never seem to get enough of punching me in the nuts, do you! 
Heck, look at how many times over the years you've given me
a good jab right in the balls, just because I'm in your
chair, or I'm in your way, or just out of sheer meanness! 
No, bratty brother, I don't think you've had enough.  I
don't think you've had nearly enough.  And now that Mom says
I can do anything I want to you, I'm going to get even!  Now
get down on your knees in front of me."

Chad tried another tack.  "Look, how about if I just rub you
with my hand until you cum?  That'll feel just as good. 
Come on – just have me do that!"  

Tommy looked at Chad like he'd just suggested they go to the
playground instead of Disneyland.  "That's not the same
thing at all," he shot back.  "Besides, Mom says I'm
supposed to punish you, and having to suck me is a lot more
humiliating for you.  So get you your knees, big brother, or
I'll call Mom and tell her you need a paddling.  Maybe I'll
even tell her you need your little baby balls paddled."

Chad considered quickly.  He didn't want to call his mother
into this.  It was possible that his mother would say that
Tommy was going too far, but he wasn't sure of that.  And if
he was wrong, he'd probably get paddled with her big wooden
hairbrush at the very least.  And maybe she wasn't bluffing
when she hinted at taking her hairbrush to his boy parts. 
Chad slowly got down on his knees, facing his brother. 
"You'll have to pull your pants down," he said softly,
admitting defeat on this issue.

"Pull my pants down for me," Tommy ordered sternly.  

Chad hesitated. "Come on, Tommy!  Just pull them down and
let's get this over with!"  

"No, I want you to pull them down.  I want you to do the
whole thing.  That way it's like you're my slave, and you
have to serve me!  Now stop stalling and do it." 

Chad reluctantly reached out and grabbed the loose cloth on
either side of his brother's sweat pants, tugging them
downward.  Then he reached up and grabbed the front of his
brother's white briefs, tugging them down, too.  As the
waistband descended, it caught briefly on Tommy's rock hard
penis, flipping it down briefly until it came loose and
flopped against his belly, just as Chad's had a moment ago. 
Unlike Chad's, though, Tommy's boyhood remained pointing
upward, almost parallel with his body.   Also wasn't as
straight as Chad's – it had a pronounced upward curve to it. 
But the most surprising thing to Chad was its size. Tommy's
penis had to be 3 inches long, and it was a little bit
bigger around than his too!  He really did have a smaller
wiener than his baby brother!  He stared with fascination at
the curved shaft, bobbing against Tommy's body in time with
his heartbeat.  The head was prominent and well-formed, and
the wrinkled ball sack underneath it was bigger and bulged
more than Chad's as well, the two oblong orbs inside clearly
visible.  Tommy also had some hairs!  There were at least a
dozen straight, downy hairs sprouting from the smooth skin
above Tommy's groin.  His little brother was already well
into puberty!  He glanced down at his own hairless, meager
package, noting with dismay that Tommy's balls had to be
half again as big as his!

Both boys stayed in this tableau for a moment, Chad staring
in awe at his brother's more impressive equipment, Tommy
standing with his hips thrust proudly forward, waiting to
see his brother's reaction.  When Chad said nothing, he
spoke.  "Admit it, big brother.  Admit that I have a bigger
wiener and bigger balls than you."  

Chad blushed at the obvious truth of this, but said nothing. 
Tommy lifted one foot and then the other, kicking off his
pants and underpants, leaving his bottom half bare.  He then
lifted his foot and poked Chad's genitals with his big toe.  
"Come on, admit it," he said.  "I'm more grown up than you,
and my stuff is bigger than yours." 

"Okay, you have bigger stuff than I do.  Your wiener is
bigger, and your balls are bigger, and you have hair and I
don't.  Are you happy now?"  Chad burst out.  

"No, I'm not happy yet.  But I'm going to be in a minute,"
Tommy said with a grin.  He motioned toward his penis with
his right hand.  "Come on, do your thing."  

"But I don't want to -- it's so nasty," Chad complained.  "I
mean, you pee with it.  I don't want to get pee in my
mouth!"  

"I'm not going to pee while it's in your mouth," Tommy said
reasonably.  "At least, not right now.  Besides, we learned
in Boy Scouts that pee is sterile," he continued.  "You can
even clean wounds with it if you don't have clean water.  I
read a book once where these guys were on a raft, and one
got stung by a jelly fish, and they all had to pee on him to
save him!"

"Okay," Chad conceded, but it still smells bad, and I bet it
tastes bad, too.  And besides, sucking another boy's thing
is gay!  And I'm not gay!"  

"Good," Tommy replied.  "If you were, you might enjoy it. 
And I don't want you to enjoy it.  I want you to hate it.  I
want you to hate it, but have to do it anyway.  It's like
when I spanked your bare butt just now.  You hated it, but
you had to let me do it anyway.  Mom said you have to learn
how to obey and control your temper, and doing things you
hate will teach you to do that."  

"Besides," Tommy replied, "Mom said you have to obey me. 
Now suck my wiener right now!  Or do I have to call Mom to
bring the paddle?"  Chad weighed the two alternatives in his
mind briefly.  Sucking his brother's wiener sounded slightly
repulsive.  On the other hand, it was just another body
part, and it was just his brother – it's not like anyone at
school would know.  Of course, it was a body part Tommy peed
with.  But on the other hand, he knew Tommy was scrupulously
clean – he showered every morning, and Chad had noticed a
couple of times that Tommy's underwear, lying in the hamper,
looked cleaner after he'd worn them all day than Chad's did
before he put them on.  Besides, it shouldn't take long to
make him cum – Chad could sometimes cum in less than 30
seconds when he was really excited.  Also, his poor
blistered butt was still throbbing from the relatively mild
spanking that Tommy had just given him.  He didn't really
think he could stand getting another paddling from Mom,
especially as he was guaranteed to get another big paddling
soon, anyway.  And it was always possible that she wasn't
bluffing about paddling his balls, and he knew a punishment
like that would make anything Tommy wanted him to do seem
tame.

Plus, if he did it, Tommy would probably feel pretty good
afterward, wouldn't he?  Maybe he'd stop punishing Chad for
awhile.  As he convinced himself that the best option was to
just submit to his brother's perverted wishes, he was
dismayed to feel a stirring in his groin.  His small
genitals twitched, and rapidly began rising again.  He was
getting excited!  The feeling he was being forced to submit
to his brother was giving him an excited feeling in his
stomach, and that warm feeling was spreading to his groin. 
Soon his small wiener was again pointing at a jaunty upward
angle, a fact that was quickly noticed by his brother. 
Tommy lifted a foot again and brushed it his toes teasingly
along the underside of Chad's throbbing shaft.  "Hmmmm –
looks like you enjoy having to suck me more than you're
admitting," he said quietly.  He pressed the sole of his
foot against the top of Chad's member, and then forced it
downward, until his foot slipped off the head and Chad's
penis flipped upward so rapidly it slapped against his
groin, making a nice smacking sound. Tommy laughed as Chad
sat back on his heels to try to protect his boyhood.  "Come
on," he ordered.  "Get back up on your knees, stop whining,
and start sucking.  Be a man for once in your life instead
of a whining baby."

Chad flinched and steeled himself.  Maybe his brother was
right – maybe it was time to stop whining like a baby and be
a man about things.  He grasped the base of his brother's
shaft and aimed it downward, so that it was almost
horizontal to the ground and the head was in front of his
mouth.  I can do this, he thought to himself. I'll just shut
my eyes and pretend I'm sucking his thumb. He closed his
eyes and started to move his head forward.  "Wait," Tommy
said suddenly, grabbing Chad by the hair and holding his
head back.  Chad's eyes sprang open again, as the roots of
his hair complained and he was forced to look into Tommy's
face.  "Just a warning – no teeth!  You can use your lips
and tongue and mouth, but keep your teeth back out of the
way.  Don't even think of biting me!  And don't let your
teeth scrape me, either.  I'm gonna keep count, and every
time I feel your teeth you're going to get a flick on the
nut sack for each time!  Do you understand me?"  Chad nodded
yes gently, moving his head as far as he could without
increasing the pull on his hair.  "And keep your eyes open! 
I want you to have to see what you're doing."  Tommy
released his grip and put his hands back on his hips,
thrusting his boy parts forward.  "Now suck my wiener,
slave!"  

Again, Chad parted his lips and leaned forward.  He
frantically scanned Tommy's wiener from close range.  It
didn't look dirty, or even wet – even the pee hole was dry. 
He hesitantly stuck out his tongue and licked the end,
fearful of how it would taste.  He was somewhat surprised to
find it didn't taste like much of anything –it just tasted
like his finger did when he licked stuff off of it, only it
was softer – almost velvety in texture.  Gaining courage and
wanting to get it over with, he parted his lips further and
took the head into his mouth.  "Come on, take it all in,"
Tommy ordered, pushing hard on the back of Chad's head. 
Chad was forced forward, taking the entire three inches into
his mouth.  His nose pressed against Tommy's groin and he
could feel the mushroom-shaped head against the back of his
tongue, while Tommy's balls rubbed against his chin.  He
fought the urge to gag.

"Now suck," Tommy said.  Chad started sucking vigorously,
trying to get this over with as soon as possible.  His jaw
already ached from having to keep it open.  His brother's
penis really didn't taste bad at all – it was just kind of
hard and rubbery, and he could feel it pulsing in his mouth
periodically as his brother would tighten his butt and
thrust forward slightly.  In less than half a minute,
Tommy's thrusting became more insistent, and his breath
began coming in short gasps.  "I'm gonna cum!" he gasped,
gripping each of Chad's ears and pulling him tightly to
Tommy's crotch.  Chad felt his brother's penis pulse twice
in succession in his mouth.  To his horror, he felt a splash
of wetness in the back of his throat with each pulse.   He'd
forgotten Tommy's boast that he was a wet cummer!  He tried
to pull away, only to discover that Tommy's grip on his
sensitive ears was too strong.  Gagging, Chad swallowed the
liquid in the back of his throat.  Tommy continued to grip
his ears like a vice until his thrusting stopped.  Then he
suddenly released Chad and pushed him away.  Chad sat back
numbly on his rump, staring at his brother's penis, coated
with his own saliva all the way to the boy's stomach.  He
began wiping his mouth repeatedly with his hands and trying
to spit out his brother's ejaculate.

"Something the matter, Chad?" Tommy said innocently.

"You came in my mouth!"  Chad managed to spit out.  

"I told you I could," Tommy said modestly.  

"But I didn't think you'd come in my mouth!" Chad shot back,
still wiping his mouth.  "You should have pushed my head
away or something when you did that!"

"Naw – it feels better if you keep rubbing it while it cums. 
If I pushed you away it wouldn't feel as good," Tommy
replied.  "Besides, now that I know how much you hate it,
I'm going to make sure I cum in your mouth every time from
now on."

Every time, thought Chad.  He's going to make me do it
again.  And probably again and again and again.  The little
pervert will probably have me sucking him day and night!

Tommy strutted over to the dresser and pulled out some
tissues, using them to scrub Chad's saliva off his penis. 
Chad remained sitting on the floor, considering the enormity
of the last few minutes. He'd actually done it.  He'd sucked
his brother's wiener!  And his brother had squirted into his
mouth.  And he was probably going to have to suck his
brother many more times in the coming week.  Yet, when he
considered it after the fact, it hadn't been that bad.  He
knew he could do it again – in fact, he'd probably do it any
time Tommy wanted.  It beat heck out of being spanked!

Tommy went on wiping his genitals, strutting back over to
stand in front of his brother.  "That felt really good.  Are
you sure this was the first time you've done this?" he asked
teasingly.  

"You know it is," Chad said heatedly.  "I'd never suck any
boy unless I was forced to."  

"I don't know that," Tommy snickered.  Just then, the boys'
bedroom door suddenly opened to reveal their mother standing
there, holding a tray.  "I thought you might want a snack,
Tommy, with all your work disciplining your brother" She
trailed off, taking in the tableau of Chad naked on his
knees in front of his brother, and her other son naked from
the waist down, wiping saliva from his surprisingly larger
penis.   She immediately deduced what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Tommy looked over in horror and slapped both
hands over his genitals, collapsing on the bed and trying
desperately to pull covers over himself to hide his bare
bottom as well.  "MOMMMMMM!" he shouted, trying to cover
himself.  "Can't you knock!"  

"Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting, fellows," his mother
replied, looking contrite.  "I'll just set this tray over
here and be off."  She paused to set the tray down and then
turned as she was opening the door.  "Keep up the good work,
Tommy!  Nothing puts a boy more in his place than having to
pleasure another boy with his mouth.  I'm sure you'll think
of lots of other creative ways to punish him over the next
week!"  She started out the door, but paused again.  "By the
way, your friend Jesse called and wanted to come over.  I
told him we were going to be disciplining your brother, but
he was welcome if he wanted to come and help. He'll be here
in a few minutes – maybe he can think of other interesting
ways to punish your brother.  Oh, and make sure your naughty
brother doesn't take any cookies or milk – he's being
punished, you know.  And keep his bottom nice and warm so
he's ready for tonight."  She started out the door again. 
"Have fun!" she called over her shoulder.  "And by that, I
mean for you to have fun, Tommy, not Chad," she laughed. 
"But I guess you already are."  With that, their mother
flounced out the door, shutting it firmly behind her.

Tommy got up from the bed, pulling up his own pants.  "Man,
I can't believe she came in without knocking!  I'm sure she
saw my wiener!"

"She saw mine, too," Chad said.

"Yeah, but yours isn't much to look at, anyway," Tommy
replied.  "I'm the one with the hog."  He finished pulling
up his pants and ran over to look at the tray.  "Wow," he
said. "Fresh baked, too.  Too bad you don't get any."  He
crammed a cookie in his mouth, waving another under Chad's
nose.  "Since you don't get any, go stand in the corner
until I'm done.  Nose against the wall."  Numbly Chad
complied, pressing his nose against the corner, his sore red
butt on display, his throbbing little penis begging him to
handle it.  Tommy took his time eating, the smell of fresh
cookies making Chad salivate.  He knew better than to ask
his brother to slip him a cookie despite what his mother had
said.  After all, Tommy hadn't shown him any other mercy so
far, he certainly wouldn't start here. 

Chad could hear Tommy's lips smacking as he continued
devouring cookies.  Finally after what seemed like an
eternity, he heard Tommy set down his milk glass and walk
toward him.  "Okay, back to work.  It's penalty time, big
brother.  I warned you not to hit my valuable wiener with
you nasty teeth, but I counted two times your teeth scraped
me while you were sucking me, and that means you get two
flicks.  I'm giving you one on each ball!  Turn around and
face me so I can punish you."  

Chad turned around slowly, trying to think of what he could
say to get out of this.  "Please, Tommy," he begged.  You
know how much that hurts!  I tried not to hit your wiener
with my teeth, I really did!  But it's hard to do!"  He
looked at his brother pleadingly.

Tommy ignored his pleas.  "Now let's see," he said to
himself.  "How do I want you for this?"  He looked around. 
"I know.  Let's go to the closet."  He led Chad over to
their closet with the sliding door, and slid the door open. 
He slid their good clothes to one side, creating a space for
Chad.  "Grab that bar and don't let go until I'm done," he
ordered menacingly.  Still hoping he could talk Tommy out of
it, Chad reluctantly placed both hands on the bar and
gripped it.  This position raised his arms slightly above
his head, leaving his front completely helpless.  "Now don't
let go, no matter what, or you'll get two more flicks for
each time you let go."  Tommy firmly grabbed his brother's
still hard penis, and pulled it toward him and upward with
his left hand.  This caused Chad's groin to shift toward
him, uncovering his balls and making them more prominent. 
With his right, he placed the fingernail of his index finger
behind his thumb tip and tensed his hands, placing the
knuckle of the thumb against the wrinkled skin of Chad's
bulging scrotum and attempting to aim his finger at the oval
bump under the darker skin.  "Remember, Chad," he warned. 
You get two flicks, and you don't move your hands until both
are done."  

"Noooooooo!" Chad wailed. "Don't do it Tommy!  It'll
hurrrrrrrrt!"  The last word terminated in a startled gasp,
as Tommy suddenly released his tensed finger and felt it
strike home in the hard little lump in front of it.  As Chad
drew in a deep breath to squeal in pain, Tommy shifted his
hand and flicked the lump on the other side of his brother's
scrotum, causing his brother's beginning of a squeal to go
up a full octave.  Chad let go of the bar and collapsed on
the floor in front of the closet, curled into a ball with
both hand clutching his aching scrotal sack.  His hard penis
shrank rapidly as he rocked back and forth, bawling.  Tommy
surveyed the results of his work with satisfaction, then
hopped onto Chad's bed and began reading a comic book,
ignoring his sobbing brother's gradually diminishing wails.  

After about 10 minutes, he looked over with disgust at Chad,
whose crying had dropped to loud sniffles as he repeatedly
swiped at his nose with his left hand while trying to soothe
the dull throb in his testes with his right hand.  "You are
such a baby," Tommy said with feeling.  "I barely flicked
your little nuts, and you howl like I cut them off!"  

"It hurt," Chad said with wounded dignity, still rocking.  

"Of course it hurt!  It was supposed to hurt.  But you're
such a little puss that you can't even take a little pain!"
Tommy said contemptuously.  

"I'm not a puss," Chad retorted, his face growing red.  

"Yes you are!  You're a puss, and you're a wiener sucker,
too!" Tommy retorted.  

"I only did that 'cause you made me," Chad said.  

"You may have started sucking because I made you, but I know
you liked it once you started, 'cause your own thing got
hard.  Admit it, you liked sucking my wiener, and you're a
puss.  And you want to suck it again!" Tommy said
triumphantly.  'Say it.  Say, 'I'm a puss, Tommy, and I like
sucking boys' wienies!'"

Chad crossed his arms and stared at the floor, trying to
ignore the throbbing in his little balls.  "I'm not saying
anything," he said.  

"In that case, get your little butt over here to the bed. 
You obviously haven't learned to obey me yet.  I think it's
time you got more spanking!"  

When Chad hesitated, Tommy got up and started toward the
door.  "Hey, where are you going," Chad said fearfully.  

"I'm going to go tell Mom you won't get in place for your
spanking, so she'll come paddle you." 

"Okay, okay," Chad said, rising quickly.  "I'll get over the
bed."  Without Tommy even having to mention it, Chad placed
the pillow on the side of the bed again and got into
spanking position as he had before.  Tommy straddled Chad's
back and placed both hands on his brother's unprotected
butt, feeling the power surging through him.    He wanted
his brother to grovel, to beg Tommy for mercy.  He thought
quickly of ways he might accomplish this.  His devious mind
quickly settled on a stratagem.  With his left hand, he
pulled Chad's right butt cheek open as far as he could. 
Chad's unspanked butt crack gaped open, revealing his
tightly pursed red and brown hole.  "No, Tommy! Chad begged. 
"Please don't stick your finger up my poo – I mean my butt
hole again!  It hurt real bad last time!"  

"Oh, I'm not going to stick my finger up your butt, bratty
brother.  But tell me something, did the teacher hit your
butt hole today when you got spanked?"  

Chad froze.  No," he said cautiously. "Why?" 

"Maybe it's time someone did," Tommy said sweetly.  Chad
responded by trying to squeeze his butt closed again. His
brother was going to spank him on his poo hole?  He
wouldn't!  

Chad put voice that opinion.  "You wouldn't!"  he said
forcefully.  

Tommy gripped Chad's right bun more tightly and forced it
even more widely open, stretching the skin joining the boy's
buttocks.  "Only yeah?"  Tommy said.  "Just watch me!"  He
raised his right hand and brought down hard in the narrow
spot between Chad's buns.  The palm of his hand landed with
a soft smacking down on the tender, pursed orifice, and his
fingertips curved on around, smacking the tender skin
between Chad's anus and the base of his balls.  

Chad let out a squeal.  "Stop, stop!  Please don't spank my
butt hole no more Tommy!  It hurts, it hurts!"  His plea
trailed off in a wail as he rocked from side to side, trying
to shake his brother off.  At the same time, both his legs
shot straight out, and he clenched his buns tightly, pulling
his right bun out of Tommy's grasp.  Tommy gripped Chad's
sore right bun more tightly, digging his fingertips in to
get a good grip.  He exerted all his strength, trying to
separate the buns again.  Chad fought him, squeezing his
buns as tightly as he could.  

"Open up, you little brat!"  Tommy said angrily.  "I have to
spank your butt hole some more."  Sniffling, Chad continued
to squeeze his buns tightly.  "I said to open up," Tommy
said more insistently.  "I said I was going to spank your
butt hole, and that is what I'm going to do!"  Chad still
refused to comply, squeezing his butt so tightly that white
ridges appeared where his buns joined.  Tommy raised both
hands and brought them hard down the middle of Chad's buns. 
"Owwwwwww," Chad wailed, bucking once again but keeping his
buns tight together.  

Thinking quickly, Tommy leaned forward, resting his chest on
Chad's butt.  Reaching below it, he trailed his fingers
teasingly on Chad's thighs, tickling lightly just below
Chad's butt crack.  Chad's legs spasmed open.  Immediately
Tommy's hand dove between the inverted vee of Chad's legs. 
He wrapped his fingers tightly around the older boy's small,
hanging sac, and then tightened his grip, separating the two
hard lumps from the rest of Chad's body. Too late, Chad's
legs snapped shut.  Tommy closed the circle of his thumb and
forefinger more tightly.  "Let go!"  Chad said in a
surprise.  "Let go, Tommy, that hurts!"  

"Of course, it hurts, big brother!  Tommy said calmly
continuing to grip tightly.  "I've got you by the balls now! 
Now do you want me to squeeze as hard as I can, or are you
going to do what I say?"  For emphasis, Tommy gave the small
sack a little squeeze, briefly grinding the two small nuts
together.  Chad yelped and tried again to buck Tommy off.
Tommy rode him patiently, then asked again, "Are you going
to do everything I say?  Or do you want me to give you a
harder squeeze?"  He started to tighten his grip again.  

"Yes, yes!"  Chad said eagerly.  "I'll do what you say! 
Just don't squeeze my nuts no more!"  

Tommy gave the sack another small squeeze.  "Will you relax
your butt and let me finish spanking your butt hole?"  

"Yesssss!" Chad said.  "Just let goooooo!"  Tommy released
his grip from his brother's sensitive scrotum and withdrew
his hands from between Chad's legs.  

"Now relax your buns," he ordered.  "You are getting four
more right on your disgusting little butt hole!  And you'd
better not move or tighten your butt while I do them, or
you're getting a hard ball squeeze for every time you
tightened your butt or moved!"  Chad forced himself to
relax.  He wasn't looking forward to his brother giving him
four more spanks right on his poo hole, but he didn't really
have a choice.  Having his balls squeezed hurt considerably
more.  In fact, the poo hole spanking didn't hurt too
awfully bad, mainly because most of the spank landed on the
cheeks on either side of his hole.  He was glad Tommy had
not thought of using something like a wooden spoon on his
poo hole, as that would actually hit his hole and really
hurt!  He buried his face in the covers and awaited the
first spank.  It was not long in coming.  With a soft
smacking sound, Tommy struck him firmly four times, right
between the legs.  Chad stiffened and let out a little gasp
with each spank, but managed to keep his buns relaxed and
hold more or less stable.  Still, Tommy's small hand stung
the virgin skin of his previously unspanked butt crack, and
the skin just behind his balls was starting to ache.  

Tommy paused.  "Now I say, I'm a little crybaby, and I like
to suck Tommy's wiener!"  Chad was silent.  He couldn't say
that, it would be too humiliating!  "Come on, say it.  Say
I'm a little crybaby, and I like to suck Tommy's wiener!" 
Chad was still silent.  "I guess you want more butt hole
spanking," Tommy said nastily raising his right arm and
using his left hand to separate Chad's buns again.  

"No," Chad said.  "I'll say it."  

"Turn around and look at me," Tommy said, looking back over
his shoulder.  

Chad lifted his tear-streaked face and stared into Tommy's
hard eyes.  "I, I, I'm a little c-,c-, crybaby."  He paused,
gulping.  

"Say it all," Tommy said, raising his hand threateningly
over Chad's unprotected butt.  

"I forgot it!"  Chad wailed.  

"Say, I'm a little crybaby, and I like to suck Tommy's
wiener!"  He paused.  "Unless you want can ten harder spanks
on your butt hole?"  

"I'm a little crybaby," Chad gasped.  "And, and I like
sucking Tommy's wiener!"  Chad finished in a rush.  

"Now say it again," Tommy said.  He brushed his right hand
up Chad's crack, letting his fingertips trail over Chad's
pursed hole.  Chad cringed.  He hated that his brother could
touch his most private parts, and he couldn't stop him!  

"I'm a little crybaby, and I like sucking Tommy's wiener!" 
He blurted out, as Tommy pressed his fingertip against the
entrance to Chad's hole.  

"Say it three more times," Tommy said, forcing his fingertip
into Chad's hole.  As Chad repeated the phrase three more
times, Tommy slowly slid his finger in up to the hilt,
causing Chad's voice to rise throughout his performance.  

"Now say, I love it when Tommy sticks his finger up my
butt!"  "But I don't love it," Chad said fervently.  "I hate
it!  It makes my insides burn like they do when you go
diarrhea!"  

"I notice that you didn't protest that you didn't really
like it when I made you say that you like to suck my
wiener!"  He rotated his finger around inside Chad's rectum,
causing Chad to squeeze his buns together.  

"Stop turning your hand around, Tommy!" Chad begged.  "It
makes me all stirred up inside!"  

"You really do like sucking my wiener, don't you Chad?" he
said triumphantly.  

"I do not!"  Chad said indignantly.  "I just did it because
you made me!"  

"I guess somebody wants his balls squeezed," Tommy said. 
"Is that what I heard you say, Chaddy boy?  Did you just say
you want your balls squeezed?"  Chad realized what Tommy was
doing.  Fearing just how hard Tommy could squeeze his balls
if he made good on his threat, Chad capitulated.  

"Okay," he said meekly.  "I like it when you stick your
finger up my butt, and I like to suck your wiener."

Triumphantly Tommy got off his brother's back.  "I knew it. 
Now get in the corner, big brother!  I gotta go take a pee. 
Stay in the corner with your nose against the wall while I'm
gone."  As Chad faced the corner, he had mixed feelings.  On
the one hand, he was glad to get a brief respite from his
brother's torture of his butt and private parts.  On the
other hand, his brother's mention of peeing reminded him
that he had not gone since he'd come home from school. 
Thinking about it made him have to go.  His small organ
immediately rose to attention under the internal pressure. 
He glanced over his shoulder, but his brother was gone down
the hall, probably already satisfying his own needs.  He
decided to ask Tommy for permission to pee when he returned. 
After all, he thought to himself, his brother wouldn't want
him peeing in their bedroom.

  
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