Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 45
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 45:  The Green Mile

"Mom, what's oral copulation?" Chad finally worked up the
courage to ask.  The two of them were making the short drive
home.  He was buckled into the car seat, the sun-heated
cloth burning his bare butt uncomfortably as she drove.  But
paradoxically, the tingling pain made his penis refuse to go
down, sticking its little head up just below the belt.  His
left ear still tingled from his mother using it to lead him
to the car.

"Oral copulation is when someone uses his or her mouth on
someone else's genitals.  It's a type of sex people
sometimes do instead of sexual intercourse because it feels
good.  Men and women can do it to each other, or two men or
two women can do it.  Like when your brother Tommy makes you
use your mouth on his penis to punish you," his mother
replied calmly.

Oh, Chad thought.  So they were considering having him suck
all the boys in class, probably while the girls all watched. 
Great – he'd be known as a cocksucker forever.  He wondered
briefly what the boys would think of that – after all,
they'd be getting sucked, but they'd also have to be sucked,
and they'd have to show their dicks to everyone.

"What's Sammony, Mom," he asked after a bit.

"Sommony?" she asked, puzzled.

"Something like that," Chad said.  "Solumny?  Somody?
Soddenny?" he ventured.

"Oh, sodomy," she replied.  

"Yeah, that," Chad said.

"That's when someone shoves something up your poo hole.  It
usually means a boy or man shoving his penis up your poo
hole, but it can refer to things like fake penises, too."

"Oh," Chad said in a small voice.  So live sodomy would be a
real boy shoving his penis up his butt.  That's what someone
in his class wanted to do to him?  Whose penis?  Not Joey's,
he hoped!  But maybe they meant several boys' penises, or
all the boys' penises.  He thought of how Tommy's fingers
and the peg on the peg chair felt going up his butt and
shivered. "Mom," he said in a smaller voice.  "What's a
dildo?"

"A fake penis," his mother said.  "They're usually made out
of plastic."

Okay, that made sense – they were considering whether to
shove real penises up his butt or fake ones.  Which would be
worse, he wondered?  "Uh, Mom?" he ventured, almost
whispering.

"Yes," his mother replied pleasantly.

"Are you gonna – are you gonna spank me when we get home?"
he asked hesitantly.

"No." she replied.  "I'm not going to spank you."

Chad rode in silence a minute.  "You're going to paddle me,
then," he said with a note of fear in his voice.

"No, I'm not going to paddle you, either," she said calmly.

Chad let another few seconds pass, growing still more
fearful.  "Please, you're not going to whip me, are you?" he
asked.

"No," his mother said.  "I'm not going to spank you, or
paddle you, or whip you when we get home.  I'm not going to
punish your bottom physically in any way at all when we get
home.  In fact, we're going to put lotion on your bottom and
genitals as soon as we get home.  I want you to have the
weekend to heal up before you run the gauntlet on Monday, so
I'm going to have a moratorium on all punishments that leave
bruises or marks on the skin this weekend.  I want your body
as physically pristine as possible so those children in your
school, especially the sixth graders, can have the pleasure
of marking it themselves."

Chad's mother turned into their driveway and parked the car
next to the house.  "That doesn't mean you aren't going to
be punished this weekend," she said, not getting out after
turning the engine off.  "What you're going to be this
weekend is the condemned prisoner who is facing execution on
Monday.  I'm going to go upstairs right now and prepare my
study to serve as your prison cell by shoving the book cases
over so they make the room about the right size.  You'll get
a cot, a blanket, and a small pillow, nothing else. You're
going to spend all of your time in one of 4 activities this
weekend.  First, you're going to spend a lot of time on work
detail, where we're going make you sweat by having you do
the most dirty, disgusting, difficult, and awful jobs we can
think of that need to be done around here.  There's also
going to be punishment detail and humiliation detail.  The
punishments will be restricted to things that won't bruise
or mark you, but will still be very painful.  There are lots
of ways to cause a boy serious pain without marking or
bruising him – just think about how sensitive our little
testes are, for example!  So don't think you can disobey or
misbehave just because we're not going to be spanking you –
you'll be extremely sorry if you do." 

She took Chad by the chin and made him look her in the eyes. 
"I'm not going to tell you anything about the humiliations
we'll be putting you through this weekend, except that
you're not going to like them.  Just being in prison is
humiliating by itself, you know.  You get only prison food –
soups, bread, raw vegetables, warm water to drink.  You will
be bathed when we think you need to be bathed.  Bathroom
trips are at our pleasure and supervised – better get used
to pooping and peeing with an audience – they do in prison,
you know.  And don't think you'll just hold it – you poo
once a day, or you get an enema to make you poo, and in that
case you'll do it outside by the drain with whoever is there
allowed to watch, and that includes neighborhood kids!" 

Chad's mind was reeling again – there was so much to take
in, and all of it was bad.  His mother went on.  "The rest
of your time you'll spend in your prison cot – and you'll
wear restraints on your arms and legs while in it so you
can't get too comfortable, and so you can't play with
yourself like you're always doing and provide yourself
pleasure that way.  Lights out will be when we say, and so
will your rising time.  You'd better get used to rising
early – they do in prison."  

She let go of his chin.  "That's pretty much it.  Everything
else we'll tell you as we go along.  As you are now entering
prison, you will now surrender your civilian clothing.  If
we decide you need protective clothing for work detail, it
will be provided.  Get used to being bare.  Now give me your
shirt, please."

She held out her hand and looked at her older son.  A tear
was slipping down Chad's cheek.  Despite the fact that he
was naked already from the waist down, he hated surrendering
this last item of clothing, which would mark the beginning
of his 3 day punishment.  He slowly lifted the bottom of the
shirt and pulled it over his head, tugging it off and
handing it to his mother.  The tears came more rapidly.  His
mother looked at him sadly, and leaned over to kiss his
forehead.  "I'm not doing this because I don't love you,"
she said softly.  "I'm doing it because I love you too much,
and I don't want you to end up in a real prison.  You'd
never survive there.  You wouldn't even survive in a
juvenile hall.  You think spankings hurt?  Imagine bigger
boys beating you every day, not just on your bottom but all
over.  You don't like having to use your mouth on your
brother?  Every boy in the facility would have his penis in
your mouth before the first month of your sentence was over. 
You don't like your brother or sister to stick a finger in
your anus to clean you?  Imagine how it would be to have
boys lining up to rape you, sticking their big penises up
your bottom one after the other and not caring if they hurt
you or not.  Monday the school will give you a taste of the
treatment you'd get from the inmates in juvenile hall.  This
weekend, we're going to show you the rest of what it would
be like to be locked up.  When we're done, we're hoping you
fear prison so much that you straighten your act out right
now."  

She put the shirt in the box with his other clothes.  She
reached into her purse.  "From this point I am not your
mother, I am your warden.  You will address me as 'ma'am.'
Now turn with your back to me and put your hands behind
you," she ordered.  Chad complied, and she pulled out a set
of handcuffs she'd borrowed from a bailiff and locked them
tightly on the boy's wrists.  She got out of the car and
walked to the passenger side, opening the door.  Steadying
him by the arm, she urged him up.  "From this point until
Monday afternoon, you are the condemned inmate, not my son. 
You will be referred to as inmate, prisoner, or brat,
depending on our individual preference.  Watch your head." 
She helped him duck his head as he left the car, guiding him
up the walk by the elbow, then unlocking the door and
entering the house.  He felt ridiculous being walked in
handcuffs up the steps, his little penis swaying from side
to side, in its extended state for a change now that there
was no one watching.  She sat her purse down on the entryway
table and led him on down the hall, to the downstairs
bathroom.  She raised the seat.  "Pee," she ordered.  Chad
tried to relax his bladder.  "I can't with you watching" he
finally said after straining fruitlessly for some time.  

"You're a condemned prisoner – you're going to have to get
used to people watching you pee.  Pee now, or you'll have to
hold it until your next bathroom break.  Pee in the house
and you'll clean it up, quite possibly with your tongue, and
then you'll be severely punished for dirtying the floor,"
his mother warned.  Chad strained some more, finally forcing
out a dribble of liquid, slowly emptying most of his
bladder.    Some of the trickle rolled down the underside of
his penis and wet down the surface of his balls. "Good boy,"
his mother said, taking toilet paper and roughly wiping his
genitals, as if he was a girl.  "From now on, you don't
decide when you pee, we do.  She flipped down the toilet
seat and sat on it.  "Now bend over my knee."

Chad froze, then remembered that she'd said he wasn't going
to be spanked.  He draped himself over her lap like a little
boy, and she retrieved the lotion bottle from the back of
the toilet and began messaging lotion into him impersonally,
spreading his legs so she could thoroughly treat his butt
hole and then reach through his legs from behind to massage
lotion into his genitals.  She sat him back on the floor. 
His genitals glistened in the bathroom light. "Now march to
the kitchen," she ordered.

In the kitchen, Chad's handcuffs were removed, and he spent
the next hour washing dishes, emptying the dishwasher,
cleaning counters, scouring the sink, and finally crawling
around on the floor with a scrub brush scrubbing spots and
grimy places in corners.  While he was on all fours working
on a particularly stubborn spot under the kitchen table with
his head low and his butt high in the air, the kitchen door
opened quietly behind him and his sister walked in, with
Karen beside her.  The too girls smiled at each other as
they watched his butt bob in the air as he scrubbed, his
spread legs revealing everything between his legs.  "Nice
view," Beth finally snickered.  Chad looked up in surprise
and then dropped to his stomach to hide his exposed crack
and genitals.  

"Don't talk to the condemned prisoner," Her mother warned,
entering the kitchen.  "You, brat!  I didn't tell you to
stop – get back to work!  You girls come on into the family
room.  Tommy just got home, and I have to explain the rules
involving the prisoner this weekend."

"I know I'm grounded and you'll probably say no, but can
Karen stay for dinner and sleep over?" Beth asked. "Please? 
We're supposed to be working on a school project.  And we
won't watch TV or do any of the other stuff I can't do –
we'll just work, I promise."

"Normally I'd say no because you are grounded, but in this
case we'll need several helpers in dealing with the
prisoner, so Karen can stay," their mother said, guiding the
girls out of the room.  "Tommy's friend Jesse is coming for
the weekend, too," she added as they left.  "After all,
Chad's bed is empty while he's in prison, and Tommy doesn't
like sleeping alone. And Jesse can help with the prisoner,
too."

Chad's heart sunk lower as he scrubbed.  There he was, butt
naked and totally humiliated and facing the worst punishment
anyone at his school had ever gotten, and everyone and his
brother has to come over!  And he just had to have his butt
bent and spread when they came in the door!  He should just
take pictures of it and put it on My Space, he groaned to
himself. 

It didn't get any better. In short order his mother was back
with Tommy and Jesse in tow.  "Get up, brat," she ordered. 
"Stand at attention, hands behind your back.  I need to cuff
you."  Chad rose and tried to comply, his grungy knees a bit
sore from crawling on the floor.  His mother snapped the
handcuffs on him, turned to Tommy and Jesse, and handed them
the key.  "Gentlemen, take this prisoner to his cell for
whatever forms of humiliation you can dream up," she said. 
"From the briefing you've just received you know what you
are and aren't allowed to do.  Bring him to Beth's room in
about half an hour so she can have a crack at him."

"Yes, Ma'am," the two boys said in unison, Tommy giving his
mother a snappy salute.  "We'll treat the prisoner just as
you've commanded."

Chad was marched upstairs between the two boys, Jesse
leading him enthusiastically by his projecting penis.  They
passed the boys' bedroom and went on to the study.  As Chad
entered, he discovered that the bookcases did indeed make
excellent walls, and the room was completely bare except for
a cot and blanket, and was only about 5 by 7 feet in size. 
The cot had 4 Velcro bands attached firmly to it, one for
each of his limbs.  Tommy shut the door firmly, and Jesse
released Chad's penis.

"I suppose you heard what happened," Chad began.

"Silence, prisoner," Tommy ordered.  "You will not speak
unless we request it.  You have been condemned and your
sentence will be executed on Monday.  Meanwhile, we have
been ordered to humiliate you for the next half hour.  On
your knees, now!"

Chad grudgingly got on his knees, an uncomfortable process
on the hardwood floor.  Tommy was enjoying this role
entirely too much.  Jesse stepped up to Chad.  "Take my
pants down, prisoner, and suck my cock," he ordered.  Chad
sighed.  Naturally, the first thing these little horn dogs
thought of was making him blow them.  It was going to be a
long, long weekend.

Half an hour and two pelvic-thrusting, mouth pounding
orgasms apiece later, Tommy and Jesse each zipped up their
pants again and pulled Chad to his feet. Tommy had tried
something new and sadistic each time he came – he'd held
Chad by the ears and pulled his penis out so that just the
head was in Chad's mouth, so that his cum squirted onto
Chad's tongue instead of down his throat.  For the first
time, Chad could really taste his brother's ejaculate and
feel its slimy texture.  Worse, as he'd released Chad's
ears, he'd ordered him to swallow or immediately have his
balls squeezed, a threat he emphasized by grasping the boy's
scrotum.  

On the other hand, at least Jesse couldn't wet cum!  He'd
found himself almost looking forward to Jesse's turn each
time, knowing that the boy's dick is all he'd have in his
mouth, not any emissions from it.  To his surprise, his own
penis became throbbingly erect as soon as he began sucking
Jesse, and remained eager and willing during his entire
performance.  Although he longed to touch it, feeling
strongly that it would take only seconds to send him into
orgasm, Jesse and Tommy never released him from the
handcuffs.  When they'd both finished, they guided him to
his feet and hustled him down the hall to Beth's room, his
small but pounding erection pointing the way.  

When they arrived, Tommy knocked on the door.   Karen opened
it, smiling as she looked up and down the naked Chad, his
penis still stubbornly erect.  "Here's the prisoner, ma'am,"
Tommy said, saluting again.  He handed her the handcuff key. 

"Thank you," Karen said, beaming as she grasped Chad's arm
and dragged him into Beth's room, shutting the door. 

Beth was sprawled on her bed, flipping through a copy of
Elle.  She looked up.    "Stand it over there," she said,
pointing to a spot across from her bed.  "Take off the
shackles."

Karen guided Chad to the appointed spot and released his
hands.  Chad stood there messaging his wrists and then
placed his hands at his sides, feeling ridiculous with his
dork sticking up in the air, aching to touch it but knowing
he didn't dare.  Karen backed off and sat on the bed, and
she and Beth contemplated him for a time.  Chad's penis
began shriveling under his sister's gaze, quickly becoming a
small button.

"Make it hard again, brat," Beth suddenly barked.  "Make it
hard, and keep it hard.  If it goes soft, I squeeze your
balls.  But don't work yourself so hard you do your little
dry cum thing, either.  If you do, I squeeze your balls. Got
it?"

"What?" Chad asked, looking at her incredulously.

"Take your dirty, disgusting baby hand and make your dirty,
disgusting baby dicklet hard and keep it hard, brat.  It has
to be hard enough to point at least straight out at all
times.  But don't jerk it hard enough to cum, unless you
want your disgusting baby balls ground together," Beth said
evenly.  "Now get to work."

Sighing, Chad took his penis in his right hand and began
massaging the underside with his fingers as his sister
smirked and Karen smiled encouragingly.  Karen's smile
helped and he found himself responding, his little tool
standing up proudly within half a minute.  He slowed his
hand movement until he was just barely tickling himself
under the head – he didn't want to cum, that was for sure –
Beth would love an excuse to squeeze his balls, but she had
a sense of fair play – he didn't think she'd do it just out
of meanness.   Speaking of fair, Chad thought.  Here she's
grounded, and yet she's allowed to have Karen over, he
thought.  He'd probably have gotten a big paddling if he'd
done to Tommy what she did to him!  Even when she was being
punished, his sister managed to get around everything!

For the next half hour, Chad frantically chased his libido,
changing his hand action and grip continuously to try to
keep his penis interested but not ecstatic.  It was harder
than it at first appeared – if he slowed down too much, he
started to droop, but if he got too enthusiastic he could
feel the pressure building at the base that signaled orgasm
and imminent disaster.  As the time went on, the margin
between the two got smaller – his over-stimulated penis
began leaping toward orgasm the minute he picked up the
pace, but dropped off just as quickly when he stopped. 
Twice he had to fight back cumming by freezing and willing
his pelvic muscles not to contract until his little penis
started drooping again.  Two other times, his penis drooped
and would barely respond even to frenzied jerking on his
part.  Still, by some miracle, he managed to avoid having
his balls squeezed for the requisite half hour.

"Okay, you can stop now, brat," his sister said.  Chad had
been making little circles around the tip of his wiener,
trying to keep it right on the edge of orgasm.  He looked at
her pleadingly.  "Can't I go ahead and cum, please?" he
begged.

Karen looked pityingly at him.  "Come on, Beth," she urged. 
"Let the little guy have some fun."

"No way," Beth said.  She reached over and slapped Chad's
hand away from his penis.  "Hands behind your head.  I'm not
going to let you cum all weekend!"  Chad complied.  Beth
looked at his upstanding penis with distaste, then gripped
it firmly behind the head and yanked, using that grip to
steer him out of the room and down the hall, where she
knocked on her mother's door.  "Warden," she said.  "I've
got the prisoner here."

The door opened and Chad's mother beckoned him into her
room, his sister reluctantly releasing her grip and leaving. 
The floor was covered with piles of clothing and assorted
boxes.  "Good, I'm glad they're done with you.  Time for
some hard labor."  She looked at his penis, slightly red
from his constant teasing of it and pulsing with his
heartbeat.  "Why in the world do you have erections all the
time?" she said in exasperation.  "Do you have to constantly
remind me of your worthless father?"

"Huh?" Chad said, gaping.  He looked at his throbbing penis. 
"Uh, Beth made me keep it hard, but she wouldn't let me
cum," he admitted.

"The word is 'orgasm'," she said icily. "And I'm glad she
didn't let you orgasm.  This is about punishment, not
pleasure.  That's just one of many pleasures you'll be
denied until your execution."  She thought for a moment. 
"Actually, her punishment was a good idea – most males don't
know how to control themselves and ejaculate too soon. 
Heaven knows your father did!  Her little exercise isn't
just tough on you, it's good training.  Your future
girlfriend will thank her some day."  

She brushed her hair back and looked distracted.  "Where
were we?  Oh, yeah.  Time to see if a little hard work can
help you get rid of that nasty erection."   

For the next hour, Chad carried piles and piles of clothes
and boxes and boxes of other stuff down from his mother's
room to the garage.  Then his mother made him fold the
clothes neatly one by one and stack them in boxes.  Finally,
she had him carry the boxes of a stepladder and shove them
in the overhead storage area.  The garage was hot and the
storage area was dirty, and Chad was dripping sweat all over
and covered with grimy dirt, the remains of spider webs, and
other disgusting debris by the time he'd finished the last
box.  Sweat trickled down his back and tickled as is ran
between his buns and dripped off the back of his scrotum. 
Beth and Karen had come down to the garage to watch him as
he struggled with the boxes up the ladder, Beth smirking
with glee as he bent over at the top of the ladder and
thrust his butt out each time he hefted a box up, his small
genitals sticking backwards between his legs and his widely
parted butt crack.  When he'd finished and stood there
dripping sweat on the floor, his mother came out with a
large plastic glass.  "Water break for the prisoner," she
announced.  Chad gratefully took the water.  It was warm,
but he gulped it down, marveling that water had seldom
tasted that good.  She took the empty glass.  

"Take the prisoner to the back yard and hose him off," his
mother said.  "Have him relieve himself in the drain while
he's out there – it will save us a bathroom trip."  Chad was
hustled out the rear door of the garage in onto the patio,
where his sister positioned him above the drain and readied
the hose.  "You can pee, now, brat, and then I'll start
washing you," she said, going over to turn on the squirt
nozzle. Chad's bladder was bursting by this point, so even
though Karen was watching and he had to keep his hands
behind his head, he relaxed and peed neatly into the drain,
the girl marveling at the strength of his stream as it
neatly arched out into the sun.  Karen couldn't help
contrasting his style with that of females – there was a
certain neatness in the boy way of doing it.  Sure, a small
drop clung to the end of his tool afterward, but puff of
breeze quickly detached that.  It must be awfully convenient
to have a thing you can just whip out every time you had to
go, without having to lower pants and underpants, she
thought.

"Way to go, brat," Beth chuckled to herself as she turned
the nozzle on full, systematically soaking her brother down
from head to toe with stinging spray.  Chad flinched in
discomfort – that water was COLD!  He couldn't protect
himself with his hands behind his head, so had to close his
eyes and scrunch his face as best he could as she played the
water over it.  Then she made him bend with his hands
spreading his butt wide as she squirted his butt crack from
close range, the force of the spray stinging the boy's
exposed anus.  She played the stream over his balls,
enjoying the way they shied out of the force of the stream
as well as the discomfort in his upside-down face looking
back between his legs at her.  Finally she tired of
torturing his genitals and shut the water off.  "Do jumping
jacks until you're dry," she ordered.  "And do them high
enough your little dinger hits your stomach each time, or
you'll suffer the consequences."

Chad complied, jumping high and spreading his legs while
raising his hands, then jumping high again as he brought his
hands down and legs together.  "Higher," Beth commanded. 
"Make your little dinger really slap your belly."

Chad jumped higher and higher, urged on by Beth until his
penis was indeed slapping his belly with each jump.  He was
exhausted by the time she let him stop.  He leaned on the
patio table, panting. 

"Dinnertime," their mother called from the doorway.  Beth
seized his once again erect penis and steered him into the
house, Karen walking beside him with her right hand
caressing his bare butt.  They walked into the dining room,
where Jesse and Tommy were already seated.  His mother sat
down immediately, and Beth and Karen took the remaining
chairs.  "You will serve us dinner," Chad's mother ordered. 
"You yourself will not be eating until after we have eaten. 
Now go into the kitchen and bring in the casserole from the
oven and the vegetables from the stove, then go back and get
the fresh bread on the kitchen table and the butter from the
refrigerator."

Chad complied, having to carry each dish carefully with
potholders to avoid any unfortunate contact or splashes on
his bare skin. His mother sent him back for several more
minor condiments, then he had to stand at attention at her
side as the rest of the family ate and he stood salivating
at the delicious smells.  His penis stubbornly remained
erect, dying to be touched.  After food was ladled out,
Tommy immediately began talking enthusiastically about the
discussion in his class that accompanied choosing Chad's
punishment when he arrived there on Monday.  

"There were so many punishments and humiliations that we had
to choose from!  The kids, mostly the girls suggested some
of them, but then Mrs. Johnson suggested a bunch more stuff
that we hadn't thought of!  And they showed us some stuff I
didn't even know they had that we could use on him if he
wanted.  Like they have stuff you can hit a boy's dick with
without leaving a mark, and there's this electric thing that
you stick up a boy's butt and then you turn a dial and it
shocks him inside and makes him hard and…"

"Spare us the details," Beth interrupted.  "Besides, I bet
you're not supposed to be talking about this around Chad. 
They probably want him to keep guessing what's going to
happen to him all weekend."

Tommy grinned sheepishly.  "You're right, I forgot. I can't
tell you about the stuff because they made me promise not to
tell Chad, but it's nas—ty!  I tried to get them to go with
just a straight paddling on the bare butt, instead of the
fancy stuff, but they said I was just being soft because I'm
your brother, and they picked something a lot worse
instead!" Tommy said, relishing the attention he was
getting.

"What?  What did they pick?" Jesse begged.  

"I'll tell you all later," Tommy said.  "But the prisoner
can't know what he's getting, so you gotta promise not to
tell him."

Chad's face burned and his ears glowed red.  He hated it
when they discussed punishing him.  Beth picked up the
conversation.  "Who gets him after dinner?" she asked.

"After we finish, he has to clean up and put things away in
here.  Then he gets a few minutes to eat his prison food,
and a bathroom break.  Tommy and Jesse will be in charge of
him for those things.  After that, Mr. and Mrs. Winston's
get him – they've got a truly nasty job they need him to do
before lights out."

Chad was left in Tommy and Jesse's charge as his Mom left to
make some work calls and his sister and Karen left for her
room.  He made numerous trips to and from the kitchen,
putting dishes in the dishwasher, covering food and putting
it in the refrigerator, and then wiping the table and
sweeping the floor.  Tommy and Jesse watched but didn't
help, even going so far as refusing to open the door when
Chad approached it with his arms full on the grounds,
according to Tommy, that "Mom said you have to do it."  

Afterward, Chad was forced to stand at the kitchen table to
eat his slightly stale bread, carrot sticks, and cold
steamed spinach, Tommy insisting he eat every bite.  "You
should be grateful – I thought you should have to sit on the
peg chair, but Mom said she wants your butt hole to be
fristeen on Monday."

"Pristine," Beth corrected, breezing into the kitchen to
retrieve ice cream sandwiches from the refrigerator for
herself and Karen.  "It means clean and perfect."

Jesse laughed.  "Like a butt hole could ever be clean and
perfect!"

"Mine is," Tommy said innocently.  "Hey, Sis, toss me and
Jesse each one of them," he added.  For a change, Beth
didn't tell him to get his own stupid stuff, but instead
lobbed each boy an ice cream sandwich.  The two gobbled the
treats down, oblivious to Chad's envious look as he forced
himself to swallow cold spinach.  

After he'd finished, the boys made him clean up each one of
his crumbs using his fingers, then led him to the bathroom. 
Tommy pulled the seat down and waved for Chad to sit on it.  

"I don't have to go," Chad said automatically, although he
actually did.  Tommy and Jesse just stood there, watching
him. Giving in, he sat down.  "Okay, I do have to go, but I
can't go with you watching – go outside and I'll come out
when I'm done.

"No can do.  Mom said so," Tommy said.  "She said you have
to poop with people watching, like they do in prison. 
Believe me, we don't want to be here, either!  But Mom said
we have to be in here while you go.  She also said you have
to poop with your legs separated, so everyone can see, so
spread your legs apart."  He stared at Chad stubbornly.

"Then I don't have to go," Chad said.  He stood up.

"Your Mom said to tell you that you have to go," Jesse said. 
"Or she'll make you take an animal outside, and call
everybody out to watch."

"Enema," Chad corrected automatically.  "It's enema, not
animal."

"I don't care what it's called – what it means is you poop
now with us in the room and your legs apart or she'll stick
a nozzle up your butt and fill you with stuff that makes you
poop and then make you go on all fours on the patio with
Karen and Beth watching," Tommy chimed in.  "Look, we won't
really look at you – we'll look at the wall above you.  It's
disgusting to watch, anyway.  But we gotta stay in here,
that's what Mom said.  So do it now, and you gotta spread
your legs, 'cause she'll ask us if you did."

To emphasize his point, Tommy looked pointedly at the wall
above Chad's head.  Chad sighed and spread his legs, leaning
forward on the seat.  He really did have to go.  He looked
at the floor and pushed, dumping his load as quickly as
possible.  As he was finishing, he glanced up to see that
although Tommy was indeed studiously staring at the wall and
ignoring him, Jesse was staring between his legs and had
probably watched the whole thing, the little perv!  He
reached for the toilet paper, only to find that it was gone.

Tommy came to life.  "Sorry, man.  Mom said you don't wipe
yourself – we have to do it."  He indicated a wad of paper
in his right hand.  "Stand up and bend over and let's get
this over with."

"I can do it myself," Chad said, reaching.

"I wish you could," Tommy said truthfully.  "But Mom said I
have to," he added.  "She also said I have to tell you
'assume the position,' and then you're supposed to turn your
back to me and grab your ankles with your legs apart so I
can wipe you.  So assume the position!"

Sighing, Chad turned around and presented his butt to his
brother to wipe, as Jesse looked on avidly, making helpful
comments like, "gross," and "you didn't get it all."  After
a period of time in which it felt like his butt hole was
being scrubbed off, Tommy let him straighten up.

"Don't be so rough next time," Chad complained.

"Don't tell me," Tommy responded.  "Beth is in charge of
your potty breaks tomorrow, so she or Karen will be wiping
you then."

Great, thought Chad, just fricking great.  What could be
worse than that?

It wasn't long until he found out. His mother met them
outside the bathroom door.   "How did it go?" she asked.

Tommy saluted.  "He pooped just like you said he should, and
we wiped his bottom just like you said."

"Take the prisoner next door to the Winston's house.  They
have a particularly disgusting job they're waiting to have
him do," his mother said, taking each of his hands and
snapping the handcuffs on him.  She gave the key to Tommy.

"Yes, Ma'am," Tommy said, saluting again.  He waved at Chad
toward the front door.  "Let's go," he said.  

"Can't we go out the back and through the back yard?" Chad
pleaded.  "Kids are probably playing out front."

Tommy shot out a hand and grasped his brother's scrotum. 
Dull pain rose up immediately.  Tommy gave a quick squeeze
and then let go.  Chad gasped.  He was so vulnerable when he
was naked and his hands were cuffed!  Tommy indicated the
door again, and Chad practically ran to it, waiting to one
side while Jesse opened it and Tommy took him by the elbow
and guided him out.  The trek next door was extremely
humiliating, as it appeared most of the kids on the block
were playing in the street by their house.  There were hoots
and catcalls as Chad walked down the steps with his hands
behind his head, his small penis waggling as he hurried out
of his yard and to the yard of their neighbor.  "Nice butt,"
the one of the grimy-looking Bascomb kids called, while the
others hooted.  Tommy knocked on the door, and Mr. Winston
immediately opened it.  

"Took you long enough," he said.  "Come on, youngster – Hope
you're not a finicky little pansy, because I've got a big
job for you to do, and it's not for sissies!"