Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 24
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 24:  Chad's Evening with Tommy

Chad was almost whistling as he started home, but the closer
he got to his house, the less cheerful he became.  The Joey
thing had worked out okay, and Zoey had made him more
excited than he'd ever been in his life, but now it was 5:30
and he was going to have to spend the evening under the
control of his brother Tommy.  And Tommy was enjoying
entirely too much his new role as Chad's disciplinarian.  It
was with a heavy heart that he used his key to open the
front door and let himself in.  What he wanted most to do
was lock himself in the bathroom and masturbate while
thinking about Zoey sucking his wiener, but Tommy must have
been listening for his arrival, because he burst into the
hall, all smiles.

"Good, you're here.  Mom left me a bunch of instructions for
you," Tommy said as soon as Chad entered.  "We've got to get
right to them if we're going to have time."

"Instructions like what?" Chad asked, anxiety filling him at
the nasty possibilities that could be in store.  "Let me see
'em."

Tommy waved a piece of paper in his hand.  "Nothing doing,
big brother.  The first thing is says is that you can't look
at the instructions, and if you try to look at them she'll
paddle you when she gets home.  I'm supposed to tell you
what they are one at a time, to keep you wondering what's
next.  So the first thing is that Mom says you have to take
off all your clothes as soon as you enter the hallway, even
you socks and your neck chain.  So come on, strip."

Chad glumly stripped off his clothes, not at all surprised
at this order.  In moments he was standing beside a pile of
clothing, his little genitals again on display for his
brother's critical gaze.

"I keep forgetting how small you are, big brother," Tommy
said, grinning.  "How do you find that thing to pee?"

Chad looked down.  His penis was trying to crawl into his
body again.  He wished it wouldn't do that every time
someone was looking at it!  It made him feel like such a
little kid.

"Now you have to go to the kitchen and do your homework,"
Tommy said, consulting the sheet of paper.

"I don't have much homework," Chad said.  "I'm just supposed
to study an hour for the big science test."

"Let's go, then," Tommy said.  He walked into the kitchen
with Chad.  Chad froze when he entered the kitchen door. 
He'd forgotten about the stool!  There it sat, in position
alongside the table, the peg glistening with lotion, all
ready for him to slide on.  

"Do I have to use that?" Chad said, pointing at the stool. 
"Can't I just stand up?" he pleaded.

"Nope," Tommy said, looking righteous.  "Here, I'll read it
to you.  'As soon as he's undressed, have Chad do his
homework in the kitchen.  Make him use his stool in the
proper fashion.  Put lotion on the peg beforehand, but don't
tell Chad which lotion you used.'"  Tommy closed the note.
"Of course, it told me which lotion to use, but you just
have to guess.  Now sit down on the stool and study."

Chad looked at the peg with distaste.  What was on it – the
lotion that had been used that morning?  That had almost
fried his insides – his poo place had burned almost all the
way to school!  Or was it just a gentle hand lotion that
would ease his slide onto the peg but not burn him?  

Chad straddled the stool, reaching back gingerly to spread
his buns apart, while Tommy watched his face closely. It
wasn't just that it was uncomfortable and mildly painful to
feel the peg going up him – it was humiliating to have to
spread his buns and gingerly impale himself while his
brother watched, smirking.

Chad lowered himself toward the peg slowly, until he could
feel the peg pressing between his buns, then adjusted
himself until it was gently pressing his poo hole.  This
would be the first time he'd sat on the stool on his own
rather than being forced on it.  Taking a deep breath, he
began lowering himself.  The peg pressed uncomfortably
against his hole, and resisted going in to start with.  He
pushed a bit harder, but that just made it hurt more. 
Suddenly it occurred to him to try to push out like he was
trying to poo himself, and his hole relaxed easily and the
end of the peg slipped in.  Then it was just a matter of
gently easing himself onto the gradually widening peg, until
his butt contacted the chair and he could settle on it and
release his grip on the chair.  The peg filled him
uncomfortably, feeling again like a big poo that wouldn't
come out.  He shifted but couldn't find a comfortable
position.  He was glad only Tommy was there to watch.

Tommy watched with fascination from one side as his brother
impaled himself.  He leaned over to watch as the peg entered
Chad, then he straightened up to watch Chad's face as his
older brother allowed the peg to slide more deeply into him. 
When Chad was settled on his bottom and shifting about
trying to avoid the stretching discomfort, Tommy obligingly
handed Chad his science book.  "Now you stay here and study
for an hour," he said.  I'm supposed to put a frozen pizza
in the oven so that it's done when you finish, so I'll turn
the oven on in half an hour.  Meanwhile, I've got stuff to
do.  Mom says to paddle you if you leave the stool without
permission."  

Tommy left the room.  Chad settled down to studying,
uncomfortably aware of the peg up his butt and his complete
nudity in a relatively open place.  He hoped no one would
come to the kitchen door.  His little penis had erected
itself as soon as the peg filled him, throbbing
uncomfortably between his legs.  He tried to ignore it and
focus on his book.  He ached to touch it, but touching
himself was a no-no, and an orgasm while on the stool would
probably hurt.  He realized his mind was wandering.  He
needed to study!  They'd probably extend his punishment if
he failed the test!  He wondered if the lotion on the peg
was the burning variety or not.  He'd know in a minute if it
was.  He focused on his rectum, but could feel nothing but
pressure.  After several minutes, he finally decided that
the peg was coated with ordinary lotion, and breathed a bit
easier. 

The hour passed slowly.  He could hear Tommy watching TV,
but the volume was too low to make out what he was watching. 
He studied whenever he could focus his mind.  His poo hole
was uncomfortably stretched and aching, and the place his
butt contacted the hard chair ached from his previous
spankings.  After half an hour Tommy breezed in to warm up
the oven and put the pizza in it.  "How's your butt hole
feel, big brother?" he asked conversationally. 

"Stretched," Chad said honestly.  "And full."

"You should be glad it doesn't burn," Tommy replied.  "Mom
said I could choose which lotion to use, so you should be
grateful."  Chad reached between his legs to readjust his
still erect member, finding it trapped against a thigh.
Tommy noticed his movement.  "Remember, Mom also said you're
not allowed to play with yourself while you're still in
diapers at school.  She said you can adjust your wiener or
scratch your balls, but you can't play with 'em.  I'm
supposed to paddle you if you do.  And there's no touching
yourself in bed, either." He chided.

"I know!" Chad said impatiently, immediately returning his
hand to the table.  "I just had to readjust!"  

Tommy nodded.  "Just make sure that's all you do," he said
with a hint of threat in his voice.  He left the kitchen to
get back to his TV program.

Before Chad realized it, half an hour had gone by, and Tommy
was back getting hot pizza out of the oven.  He'd actually
focused on his science for the whole time.  He might
actually be ready for the test. He realized his poo hole was
aching and burning uncomfortably.  He also realized that he
felt an urgent need arising from fullness above the peg.  He
realized his bladder was full, too.  

Tommy put plates and glasses on the table.  "Okay, big
brother.  You can stop studying and eat now.  But Mom says
you have to stay on the stool until you're done," he said,
opening the refrigerator and reaching for the milk.

Chad put the book aside.  "Uh, Tommy…." He said, trailing
off.

"Yes, Chad," Tommy said pleasantly, putting the milk carton
on the table.

"Uh, I have to go… you know, to the bathroom," Chad said.

"Mom says you can't leave the stool until after you eat,"
Tommy said firmly.

"But I really have to go!" Chad said.

Tommy consulted his sheet of paper.  "Here it is," he
finally said.  He quoted from the paper.  "If Chad has to
pee at some point when he's on the stool, give him the jar
on the counter to pee into, and have him empty it and wash
it out when his stool time is over.  If he has to poo, tell
him that the peg will hold the poo in until his stool time
is over, and then he can go immediately to the bathroom." 
He looked at Chad.  "So which is it?" he asked.

"I have to do both," Chad admitted.  Tommy handed him the
jar.  

"It's too bad about the poo," he said, "You'll just have to
be full until you're done.  "But you're supposed to pee in
this."

Feeling exposed but really needing to go, Chad held the jar
down between his legs with one hand and aimed his penis with
the other.  He discovered very quickly that it felt really
strange to pee with a peg up your butt!  Relaxing his
urinary sphincter caused his anal sphincter to grip the peg
more tightly, increasing the poo urge and the discomfort. 
Grimacing, he managed to empty his bladder into the jar, but
the last few drops landed on his thighs rather than into it. 
He set the partially filled jar on the table as far from him
and Tommy as he could reach.

Thereafter, their meal was uneventful.  They consumed the
entire pizza between them, then Chad had to watch as Tommy
consumed cookies that he was not allowed to have, Tommy
insisting that Chad watching while he ate them was in the
instructions.  Finally Tommy told him he could leave the
stool, and Chad gingerly eased off of the peg, his anus
complaining as he fought to force it shut and avoid pooing
on the floor as he got off.  Holding his butt shut with both
hands, he ran to the hall bathroom, his little hard penis
flopping back and forth as he ran.  He plunked on the toilet
with relief and emptied himself, then wiped and flushed. 
Standing, he checked his butt out in the mirror, spreading
his cheeks wide to look at his aching poo hole.  It looked a
bit redder than normal, but wasn't nearly as irritated
looking as Efram's had been.  In fact, it looked
surprisingly normal for having been spread wide by a peg for
more than an hour.  He walked back to the kitchen a little
bow-legged and picked up the jar, taking it to the bathroom
and dumping it, then washing it out in the sink.  Afterward,
he helped Tommy clean up the kitchen.  

"Now what?" he asked.  It was now about 7:30.  

"Now you have to do chores for an hour, because you're being
punished," Tommy said, referring to his list.  "You get to
choose the chore you do.  You can clean the leaves and stuff
out of the swimming pool and wash off the patio, you can mow
the front lawn, or you can sweep the front porch, wash it
off, and clean the windows that face the porch."

"I get my clothes back when I do chores, right?" Chad asked.

"Let me read it to you," Tommy said, with barely suppressed
glee.  He referred to the paper.  "If Chad decides he wants
to skim the pool, he must remain naked.  If he decides to
mow the front lawn, he must wear socks and shoes to protect
his feet, and he may wear the athletic supporter that is in
the bag on the kitchen counter.  If he decides to clean the
porch and porch windows, he may wear the athletic supporter,
but no shoes or socks." Tommy folded the note with authority
and put it back in his pocket.  He fished the bag off the
counter and reached in it, holding up a standard athletic
supporter for Chad's inspection.  The supporter consisted of
a small pouch, a waistband, and two elastic straps joining
the pouch to the waistband.  It was obviously sized for a
little boy, and would barely cover his genitals in front. 
Of course, it would not cover his butt at all, and from the
back he might as well be naked, Chad realized.

"So if I clean the pool and the patio, I have to be in the
back yard naked, but if I clean the porch or the front yard,
I have to be practically naked," Chad summarized.  "Great
choices."

"Hey, if you mow or clean the porch, people can see your
butt, but at least your wiener is covered up," Tommy said
optimistically.  "But there's less chance of anyone seeing
you in the back."

Chad looked at the strap distastefully.  They were asking
him if he wanted to be shot or hanged again, he thought.  If
he chose to clean the pool and patio, he'd be butt naked
with his wiener hanging out where anyone looking over the
wall or coming into the back yard would see him.  If he
chose either of the other two, his wiener and balls would be
covered, but he'd be in front where other kids would
definitely see him.  If he got a boner or the strap slipped,
they'd see everything.  And he knew word would spread
quickly if he was in the front yard, until every kid in the
neighborhood would be there looking at his bare butt and his
barely covered privates.  "What if I don't do any of them?"
he finally said.  As Tommy started to open his mouth, Chad
stopped him.  "I know, I know.  I get my butt paddled when
Mom gets home, and then she makes me do them anyway."

"You got it, big brother.  Except you left out that she
makes you do all of them naked in that case.  Now what's it
gonna be – in the front yard with your little butt hanging
out, or in the back with everything hanging out?"

"I'll do the pool and patio, I guess," Chad said.  "Let's
get this over with."  Tommy walked out to the back with
Chad, carrying a comic book.  He plunked down on a lounge
chair and proceeded to ignore his big brother.  It felt
weird being naked outside.  Chad was all too aware of the
feel of the light breeze on his bottom and genitals.  He
felt small and vulnerable.  

Chad went to the pool shed and picked up the pool skimmer
and started removing leaves from the pool.  Tommy looked up
and watched him for awhile, thinking how funny his brother
looked bending over to capture leaves, his small sack
visible every time his butt spread apart as he leaned over. 
Too bad no one else was here to see this show, he thought. 
He'd thought about calling Jesse, or better yet one of the
girls from his class, but his Mom's letter was clear on that
issue – he wasn't to invite anyone over while he and Chad
were home alone.  That was a standard rule, and had not
changed in this case.  On the other hand, if someone
happened to drop by, that would be a different story.  Mom
was okay with people dropping in, she just didn't think he
ought to be inviting people.  It would be cool if someone
dropped in, though!  Especially if it was a girl!  He could
just imagine Chad's humiliation then.

As if in answer to his thoughts, he heard a female voice in
the runway beside the house.  "Hello?  Anybody home?"  Chad
and Tommy's heads both swiveled to the gate, Chad showing an
expression of dismay, Tommy of anticipation.  Serena Cay's
head popped over the gate.  "Oh, hi Tommy.  I wasn't sure if
you were home.  I knocked, but when no one answered, I came
back here…." She paused, having suddenly noticed Chad, who
was standing dumbfounded holding the pool skimmer.  As he
was currently on the far side of the pool, Chad was facing
her, his bare genitals on display.  

Serena looked at Chad in surprise.  She was Tommy's age, an
only child of a single mother who lived down the street.  In
appearance, she was an attractive light-skinned African-
American girl with a pretty face and medium build.  She was
in the middle stages of puberty, and thus had the beginnings
of breasts, a fact that Tommy found fascinating at times. 
She often dropped by to borrow things for her mother or to
pass the time with Tommy.  She clearly liked Tommy's
company, and probably had a reasonably strong crush on him.
Her hair was naturally dark brown, and her eyes were dark
brown and had a tendency to dance when she was excited. 
They were certainly dancing now.  

Chad froze, and then realized belatedly that he should have
looked for something to hide behind.  He lifted the skimmer
and tried to hold it over his crotch, but his genitals were
still partially visible through the mesh.  Tommy turned to
Serena.

"Don't mind Chad," he said.  "He's being punished for
hitting a kid in school.  He gave the kid a confession."

"You mean a concussion," Serena said automatically.  

"Yeah, that.  I always get it wrong," Tommy said.  "Anyway,
Mom wants him to learn to control his anger, so he has to
obey me for the whole week.  She makes him be naked because
she says it makes him feel smaller and less mature, and
that's supposed to remind him that he can't push other
people around.  He's wearing diapers in school, too, because
he got a big spanking in class and peed on the teacher while
he was being spanked," he added helpfully.  Chad looked for
something to hide behind, wishing Tommy would shut up. But
his brother continued on merrily telling Chad's story.  "He
got paddled in school yesterday, too, and then we all
paddled him bare butt last night!  And if he doesn't obey
me, he gets paddled again."  He turned to Chad.  "Chad,
Mom's note says that you can't stop during chore time for
anything, not even to pee.  If you have to pee, you're
supposed to pee on the lawn.  So get back to work."

Chad had moved and was now hiding behind a lawn chair. 
"Tommy," he said pleadingly.  "Please make her go away.  I
don't want her to see me naked."

"Too late – she already has," Tommy said.  

"Besides," Chad said, still pleading.  "Mom doesn't like us
having people over when we're alone.

"Let me check Mom's note," Tommy said, pulling the paper out
of his pocket.  He scanned it slowly, finally looking up at
Chad again.  "It says don't invite anyone over tonight, but
it doesn't say anything about not letting people in who come
to visit.  So she can stay.  Now you have to go back to
work."

"Maybe I'd better go," Serena said tentatively.  "I just
came over because there was nothing good on TV and I thought
you might be free and …"

"No, don't go," Tommy said.  "Chad can get back to work, and
we can shoot some hoops."  He got up and picked up the
basketball, moving to the little court that was beside the
swimming pool.  Serena shrugged and opened the gate, walking
in.  Tommy beckoned her over and noticed Chad still
cowering.  "Get up now, Chad, and get to work, or I'll tell
Mom and you'll get paddled," he said firmly.  "Bare butt,"
he added, when Chad still didn't move.

Chad was trapped.  He had no doubt at all that Tommy would
tell and him and his mom would do just that.  She had made
it clear that no disobedience would be tolerated.  He
couldn't stand another big paddling.  And Tommy wouldn't lie
about the note, goody two-shoes that he was when it came to
Mom's orders.  Slowly, he crept out from behind the chair,
turning his front side away from Serena, trying to hide his
genitals.  When he saw that she was already dribbling the
ball and appeared to be ignoring him, he eased his way
around the pool and resumed skimming, carefully keeping his
back to Serena to protect his genitals from view.  There was
nothing he could do about her view of his bare butt.

As he went back to his skimming, Chad was unaware that
Serena was studying him intently whenever he wasn't looking.
She was fascinated by the boy's anatomy.  Serena was an only
child, and had no younger male relatives, and her mother
considered her too young for babysitting.  She liked looking
at the boy's little round butt.  There wasn't an ounce of
fat on him, but his buttocks swelled out behind him, so
smooth and round and soft-looking.  She noted with interest
the way the shadowed crevice down the center of Chad's butt
parted as he bent over to pull out the skimmer, exposing his
anus and the little bulge of his scrotum each time.  

She'd seen a few simple drawings of boys' anatomy in a
children's book, but she'd never seen a real live boy naked
before, where you could see his butt and everything.  For
that matter, she hadn't seen many girls in that condition,
either, and when she had it had just been a fleeting glimpse
while they were both changing into swimsuits or changing out
of pajamas. And here was a boy who was older than her,
repeatedly exposing his most intimate anatomy from behind. 
She wished she could see him from the front so she could see
the boy's genitals more clearly – she'd only gotten a
glimpse of them before Chad had hidden behind the net and
then the chair, and she wanted to see more.

Chad, meanwhile, had finished skimming and needed to wash
the patio off.  He walked sideways, carefully keeping his
back to her, as he retrieved the hose, unaware when he bent
down to pick the hose up that he was fully exposing himself
from behind.  He turned on the water and began hosing the
patio off.  When he was about half done, Tommy looked up and
stopped dribbling the ball a minute.  "Hey Chad," he called. 
"You're going the wrong way.  You're supposed to hose it off
toward the grass."

Chad knew perfectly well he was supposed to hose it off
toward the grass, and he'd already done that on the far
side.  But to wash the other side off onto the grass would
involve turning to face Serena and Tommy, and he desperately
didn't want to do that and expose his naked genitals to her. 
He continued to direct the hose away from them.

"Chad, I mean it – hose it the other way!  You'll get in
trouble if you do it wrong," Tommy called.

Chad tried to ignore him.  Tommy, disgusted now, stalked
across the lawn and grabbed Chad by the shoulder.  Serena
followed him more slowly, her eyes glued on the boy's naked
butt.  As she got closer, she could see that his butt wasn't
completely white and smooth – it had red marks here and
there, and groups of healing blisters down the crack and in
the center.  Oh, yeah, she thought.  Tommy said he'd been
paddled!

"Turn around and hose it the other way, I said," Tommy
repeated, giving his brother a push.  Off balance, Chad
slipped on the wet pavement and fell, landing hard on his
bare butt.  He let out a little yelp as he landed and
reached back to comfort his butt briefly.  Looking up, he
noticed Serena standing beside Tommy now, her eyes glued on
his crotch.  Chad quickly clapped his free hand over his
bare genitals, trying to cover them from her gaze.  Tommy
nudged Chad's hand with his own foot.

"Remember, Mom said no touching yourself," Tommy said
forcefully. "He's not allowed to touch his wiener except to
pee," he said as an aside to Serena.  He directed his words
back to Chad.  "Now this is your last chance.  Get up and
hose off the patio right, or I'll report all this to Mom so
that you get paddled as soon as she gets home."

Chad, trapped, grudgingly moved his hand and stood up,
letting the younger girl have a full view of his attributes. 
He glanced down at himself, noting that the cool air and
splashes of cold water had caused his genitals to assume
their most minimal size.  Great, he thought.  Still another
girl looking at my wiener, and it's all shrunk up again.  I
wonder which is worse, he thought, having them see it all
small like this, or having them see it when I have a boner. 
He couldn't decide – they were both embarrassing.  He wished
he could be like Joey, who had genitals a boy could be smug
about.  Man, if he had a wiener and balls like Joey he'd
just thrust his hips out and let her get an eyeful!  But he
didn't, so he moodily washed off the patio, while Serena
made no more pretense of politeness but merely stood and
watched his every move, appearing to try to memorize the
appearance of his genitals.

Tommy didn't help the situation any, either.  He stood
beside Serena watching Chad work, making commentary. 
"Haven't you ever seen a real naked boy before?" he asked
Serena.  She shook her head.  "Not even a baby?"  She shook
her head again.  Tommy immediately assumed the role of
anatomy instructor.  "Well, that's his wiener, that little
thing poking out of his crotch.  He pees out that little
slit.  And the little bag underneath is where his balls are,
you know, where he'll make sperm when he grows up.  He
doesn't do it yet."

"Oh, I thought it would be bigger! It was bigger in the
pictures in the book," Serena blurted out suddenly after
staring at Chad for several moments.  "You know, his boy
thing.  I thought it would be bigger."  Chad's ears burned. 
He wished people would stop saying that!

"His wiener?  It gets a little bigger sometimes, when it
gets hard.  But it's usually pretty small," Tommy said.
"He's not growing as fast as I am."

"Is yours bigger than that?" Serena got the courage to ask.

"Oh yeah," Tommy said quickly.  "Mine's much bigger, even
though I'm younger."  He changed the topic quickly, finding
discussion of his genitals with this girl he kind of liked
exciting but a bit too intimate.  Next she'd be asking to
see his!  "Did you see his butt?  It's still blistered from
being paddled yesterday, and from me spanking him this
morning.  Chad, turn around and show her your butt."

"I thought you said I had to hose the patio off this way,"
Chad said grumpily.

"Well, now I'm saying you have to show Serena your butt,"
Tommy said with an edge to his voice.  "Since you're being a
dork about it, you can just bend over and grab your ankles
so she can get a better look."

Remembering too late that total obedience of his brother was
the only way to prevent being paddled again, Chad
reluctantly shut off the hose nozzle and bent down, grabbing
his ankles and looking at the ground in front of him.  Tommy
led Serena over to his brother and pointed out various spots
on his anatomy to her.  "See, here's his butt hole, where
his poop comes out."  Chad felt Tommy's fingertip prod the
center of his hole.  "And see all these little blisters? 
That's from getting paddled.  I made some of them! And you
can see his balls here between his legs – see, here's one,
and here's the other," he said, stabbing with his fingers as
he talked

Great – thought Chad.  All the brothers I could have, and I
get a tour guide.  He stood there bent over until Tommy told
him that Serena had seen enough of his butt, and he could
straighten up.  But Tommy wasn't done yet.  Next, he had
Chad sit on the grass and then lie on his back, so Serena
could examine his genitals to her satisfaction, even going
to far as to let her run her fingers over Chad's scrotum and
trace the ridge of the head of his button penis.  

Then Chad was ordered to join them in their basketball game,
and for the next 20 minutes, until it got too dark to see
outside, they played a three-way game of horse.  Tommy and
Serena enjoyed coming up with embarrassing ways for a naked
boy to have to shoot each time they had a turn to pick a
shot, focusing on shots between widely spaced legs, and
shots that involved jumping so they could watch Chad's
genitals bounce.  It finally got dark enough that they
finally gave up and went inside, Tommy taking them in the
kitchen and offering Serena a soda.  Chad was given a glass
of water, Tommy reminding him he was being punished and
wasn't allowed sweets. Chad had actually gotten somewhat
accustomed to Serena viewing his naked body, and leaned back
against the counter as they drank, facing her, rather than
trying to hide his genitals by facing inward.