Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 51
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 51:  It Has No Beginning or End

After an eternity of wishing time would pass so he could get
it over with and also being afraid that the time would pass
too quickly, Mrs. Hendricks appeared, saying, "Time to go to
your own grade, Mr. Henson."  She and his mother helped him
stand up and stretch out his kinked muscles, especially his
gluteal muscles, which had tightened painfully while he'd
rested and didn't want to bend.  Hobbling, Chad moved slowly
with them down the hall to his classroom, where they entered
without knocking.  Everyone was there, Chad noticed
immediately.  Jimmy was in normal clothing again rather than
naked, but shifted continuously and looked uncomfortable
sitting – either the effects of the whipping lasted a long
time, or his mom must indeed have killed him when he got
home Friday.  Alan was back in his seat, sitting comfortably
in school shirt and diapers – he'd still have days to go on
his sentence, Chad realized, but he was sitting too easily
to have earned any more spankings over the weekend.  Emily
was smirking, most of the other girls were grinning, but the
boys, as a group, looked tense and serious.

Chad scanned the room as he entered, looking for clues of
what they were going to do to him.  The diaper table was at
the front of the class, but that could just be because
they'd changed Alan recently.  There was a large box on the
desk, but it was closed, so no clues were present there. 
Randy was seated by the door, so Chad looked at him
inquiringly as Mrs. Hendricks got Mrs. Rose's attention.

"Man, you look horrible," Randy whispered.  "Who did that to
your butt and dick?"

"I did," Chad whispered back, almost smiling at Randy's
puzzlement.

"Just remember when they start, this wasn't our idea, I mean
us boys," Randy whispered as Chad started toward the front. 
"We'd have never picked this!"

Great, thought Chad.  I get a punishment no boy would ever
choose.  His mother sat to one side of the front of the
classroom, Mrs. Hendricks to the other side, and Mrs. Rose
took him by the arm and firmly led him to the diaper table. 
"You know what to do," she announced, as Lindsay rose and
came to the front to assist her.  Sighing, Chad clambered up
the steps slowly and stretched out, painfully lifting his
legs into position to be strapped down, this time with his
butt low enough on the table that it hung over the edge an
inch or so.  His well-paddled butt throbbed as the sore
muscles were stretched, and the welts in his butt crack
protested.  The class all leaned forward, examining the
damage of the paddling.  Lindsay went to the desk and got
the closed box.  Mrs. Rose spoke.  "Well, Mr. Henson, it
appears from the condition of your bottom and your genitals
that you've had quite a morning.  We'll try to top that this
afternoon."

Chad grimaced.  What was it going to be?  Both his butt hole
and his balls were vulnerable in this position, so which one
would it be?  Mrs. Rose let him squirm for a bit, increasing
his apprehension. Then she and Lindsay turned the diaper
cart, so he was sideways to the class, and Mrs. Rose brought
out a vinyl pillow with a wide strap attached to it, which
she put under his head, propping it uncomfortably high up. 
The strap she circled tightly around his head, so that his
head was held in one position and he couldn't look away from
his classmates.  The pillow was big enough that his face
actually was above his strapped down leg.  "Comfy?" she
asked, not waiting for an answer.

Mrs. Rose bent down to poke around in the box.  Reaching
into it, she pulled out an unfamiliar object.  She held it
up, so the class and Chad could both see it clearly.

"This," she said triumphantly, "is a dildo, an artificial
penis."  Chad, who could now see the thing clearly, realized
that it looked exactly like a plastic penis, with veins, an
identifiable head, and a molded in pee slit at the tip.  It
even sported balls, but they were flat on the back and a
small handle protruded from there.  It wasn't very big – in
fact, it was roughly the size of the penises of the 4th
graders Chad had studied so intricately earlier in the day. 
She paused, looking at Chad.  "Well," she said.  "Aren't you
going to ask me what I'm going to do with it?"

"What- what are you going to do with it?" Chad asked, pretty
sure he did not really want to hear the answer.

"What do you think I'm going to do with it?" she countered.

"Uhhhhhhh," Chad stalled.  There really could only be one
answer, couldn't there?  "Ummmmm, stick it—stick it up my
butt?" he ventured.

"You got it in one.  As punishment for your aggression, and
as a deterrent to the other boys in this class, I'm going to
stick it up your bottom.  It will teach you how it feels to
have someone violating you against your will.  And I'm not
going to stick it in there just once, I'm going to stick
this dildo up your bottom and pull it back out again 10
times!  Lindsay handed Mrs. Rose a second object, which she
held up.  It was a dildo slightly bigger than the first. 
"And then," Mrs. Rose said, savoring the moment, "you'll get
10 deep thrusts with this one."  Lindsay took those two and
handed Mrs. Rose a third and fourth dildo, each bigger than
the previous ones.  "And then you're getting ten thrusts
from each of these!"  Chad shivered, and couldn't stop
shivering.

Mrs. Rose dropped the two dildos back in the box, and pulled
out a fifth, this one covered with prominent veins and the
size of Joey's huge tool.  "And then you're getting 10
thrusts with this one!  How do you suppose this one will
feel going into your virgin bottom, Mr. Henson?"

"It'll hurt?" Chad ventured.

"You'll be screaming for mercy to every deity you can
imagine," Mrs. Rose replied.

"But that's just the first part of your punishment," Mrs.
Rose added.  "First, I am going to take each dildo and give
you 10 thrusts apiece with it.  Then it will be young Joseph
Rainey's turn!"  She pointed to the back, where, for the
first time, Chad could just see a small boy sitting in a
chair, looking daggers at him.  Chad had to rack his brain a
minute – where had he seen this kid before?  The kid had
dark circles around his eyes, almost like he'd been hit in
the head – that was it!  This was the kid that had started
it all, the one he'd given a concussion to.  What has Mrs.
Rose just said?  It was to be Joseph Rainey's turn. 
Joseph's turn to do what?

A sinking feeling overtook Chad, as Mrs. Rose walked out of
Chad's line of sight, then returned carrying a moveable
screen.  "Of course, Joseph has every right to privacy while
he's punishing you in such a personal way, so I'll be
sitting this up when he gives you his thrusts, but we'll
make sure your front half and face are visible to the class
during his performance, so they can see how you react to
having a real boy anally invade you."

Chad knew what that meant – Joseph Rainey was going to put
his own little penis up Chad's butt, and probably hump him
until he came.  And every one would watch, and know what was
happening to him!  "Now where did I put that bite gag?" Mrs.
Rose said, moving toward the back of the room.  She rummaged
in an equipment locker.  Chad noticed Emily smirking at him
from a few feet away.

"You're going to get your butt fucked," Emily whispered
loudly.

"Yeah," her cohort seated next to her added.  "And we're
going to laugh, especially when that little bastard puts it
to you with his little thing!  You ought to be good and sore
by then, so even his little dink will hurt!"

Chad clung to that idea for a moment to solace himself.  The
kid had to have a little one, right?  He was only in third
grade!  It had to be smaller than his own, maybe even
smaller than the ones on the 4th graders.  It wasn't much of
a hope, though, and his mind returned immediately to the
Joey sized dildo.  He'd made poos that big, but only when
he'd been blocked up for a couple of days, and then they
always hurt! How was he going to survive this?  Would his
butt hole break if it was stretched too far?

Mrs. Rose returned to the front, slipping a flat rubber
piece into Chad's mouth and tying its binding behind his
head. "I've been told that it's actually comforting to have
something to bite down on when you experience this for the
first time, Mr. Henson.  You're fortunate that I had this
available." The rubbery plate was just big enough to
separate his teeth.  It felt strange in his mouth.  He bit
on it experimentally and found it gave a bit and then
resisted.

Chad felt more totally helpless than he'd ever felt.  His
most vulnerable parts were open and spread, his arms and
legs were firmly tied, and he couldn't even move his head,
but had to gaze at the eagerly watching group of classmates
gazing back at him.  Jimmy looked sympathetic, Joey looked
bored, and Emily looked like the proverbial cat that had
swallowed the canary.

"The girls in this class wanted you to experience this
punishment with no lubrication of any kind, but the boys
prevailed in convincing them to allow lubrication, and the
girls went along, primarily to prevent anal damage that
might terminate your punishment too soon.  You owe your
fellow males a great deal, Mr. Henson – they advocated quite
strongly for you, Mr. Turpin, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Martinez
especially.

She walked around to where Chad could see her, rubbing K-Y
jelly all over the tip and shaft of the smallest fake penis. 
It glistened in the classroom lights, looking like a
poisonous snake to Chad.  She strolled out of his line of
sight again.  "Ready?" she said pleasantly.  Chad felt the
cold, gooey head of the first dildo push against his fully
exposed anal orifice.  Here it comes, he said to himself. 
Got to remember to ride with it.  Try to relax.  Push like
he was pooping.

The plastic intruder rammed into him without warning,
stretching his entire rectum up to its full length.  That
length was less than 2 inches, but to Chad it felt like one
of those giant summer sausages had been suddenly rammed up
his butt.  He screamed into the gag and bit down on it
viciously.  He hadn't been expecting his insides to complain
that much.  The peg of the peg chair was bigger, after all,
and it hadn't hurt that much.  He realized immediately that
it was probably because the dildo had been rammed up his
bottom rapidly rather than being eased in as the peg of the
chair had been.  Over his moans, Mrs. Rose said, loudly,
"Nine more thrusts," and yanked the intruder out, which hurt
almost as much as sticking it in had hurt.  Then she
immediately rammed it in again, and Chad screamed again into
the gag, biting down on the gag so powerfully he thought a
tooth might break.  The pain came in waves, bearable because
of the small size of the dildo but unrelenting, and he
focused on riding it rather than fighting, trying to force
his hole to relax, his pelvis to stop pushing.  The next
thrust came, and the next.  He squealed as loudly as he felt
like squealing, riding each thrust like a cresting wave. 
He'd thought the peg chair, and having to take people's
soapy fingers up his butt was bad!  He realized he'd never
know what real butt hole pain felt like until then.  Wave
after wave of pain coursed through him as the dildo rammed
in and out, and Chad gasped and bawled.

Chad's vision was already blurry from tears, but without
seeing he knew when she changed dildos.  His butt had almost
stopped complaining about the width of the first shaft, but
this one was noticeably bigger, and he shrieked anew when it
rammed into him for the first time.  His cries gradually
diminished to little "Uhhhhn – uhhhhn – uhhhhn gasps as the
thrusting continued.  As the tenth thrust of the second
dildo was completed and Mrs. Rose turned to the third, Chad
realized that his penis was tingling and that somewhere in
there he'd acquired a boner.  That thought fled his head as
the 3rd dildo entered him, though, a device bigger than his
own now erect penis.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Chad squealed, muffled
by his gag.  "Yerrrrr Kiiwing meeeeeeeee!" he screeched, his
voice distorted by crying and by the gag.  Mrs. Rose merely
rammed the dildo into him harder and deeper.  The pain of
his rectum intensified – would this never be over?  Yet his
contrary penis grew fatter and stiffer, hovering over his
stomach and throbbing with urgency and a desire to be
touched.  Chad keep squealing semi-coherent protests as Mrs.
Rose thoroughly reamed him out with number 3.  "Schtoooop! 
Schtoooop!" he moaned, the rubber gag mangling his speech. 
"It huuuuuurzzzzzzs!  Pweeeeeeese!"

Mrs Rose finished the 10 thrusts and methodically began
lubricating dildo number 4. With the previous dildo out of
him, Chad's butt hole and rectum felt distant and numb,
throbbing dully, but his perverse little penis, still raw
from over-masturbating, bounced with his heartbeat above his
stomach.

"You're dilating nicely, Mr. Henson," Mrs. Rose said loudly
over his moans and gasps as she greased up the fourth
instrument of his torture.  "You'll be quite ready for Mr.
Rainey's pleasure when it's his turn."  She grinned, looming
over his body, and then rammed the 4th dildo into Chad. 
This one, about half way in size between Tommy's erect tool
and Joey's, felt like it was tearing Chad's insides apart,
and Chad screamed and sobbed through each thrust.  Yet,
strangely, he also felt intense internal excitement, and
liquid pressure building in the base of his wiener.  How
could he hurt this much and still be excited?  The head of
his red tool was jumping wildly now, even while his rectum
and anus burned unbearably.  Chad could feel liquid snot
puddling against the side of his face and spreading under
him, lubricating his twitching head movements.

From Jimmy's seat in the middle of the classroom, it looked
like Chad's eyes bugged out with every inward thrust of
their teacher, and bugged out progressively farther with
each bigger dildo.  How could Chad stand having those big
things shoved up his butt?  Stupid, Jimmy thought to
himself.  He can't stand it.  He's screaming like a banshee,
or at least like they say a banshee screams.  How can you
know how a mythical creature screams?  But if one did
scream, it would sound like Chad, Jimmy thought.  I wonder
if the big one will make Chad's eyes pop right out of his
head?

Cynthia was thinking something else.  From her side of the
classroom, she had a better view of Chad's nether regions
than most of her classmates.  She was shocked how his butt
hole clung to the dildo each time it was withdrawn, pulling
the skin outward, pale and thin, then making it cave inward
when the next thrust came.  She was even more shocked by how
the boy's anus hung open, angry and distended, each time a
dildo was removed and the next prepared.  You could see
right into his moist, red insides, and the sight was not an
attractive one!  She shuddered.  Poor Chad!  But it would be
over soon.  And that little boy probably had a wiener like a
Vienna sausage – as dilated as he was, Chad probably
wouldn't even feel him.

Chad was riding the waves of pain, confused feelings inside
of him.  His butt hole and rectum burned – really, truly
burning like a constant fire, not the fading burn he'd
experienced before.  He couldn't stop screaming into his
gag.  But his boy stuff also was excited – more excited than
he'd ever been.  It was painful and he wanted it to stop,
but the excitement part was intoxicating!

There was a pause in the waves of pain.  Chad couldn't even
feel his butt hole any more when Mrs. Rose paused.  He could
blurrily see her, busily lubricating the last, almost man-
sized device.  She pressed the tip against his wide open
hole, letting the time draw out, but playing the mushroomed
head against his opening to emphasize how much more he'd
have to stretch for this one.

"This one is going to make the previous ones seem like
nothing," she announced grimly, and then thrust it smoothly
and rapidly into him.

She wasn't kidding.  Chad almost passed out, the initial
pain of stretching his butt hole was so intense, and the
initial pain of withdrawal was just as strong.  He shrieked
into the gag, over and over, as the pain of the next thrust,
and the next, and the next washed over him.  Yet his wiener
strained to become even bigger, the head swelling, the
liquid pressure in him building.  There was a place inside
him, Chad suddenly realized, that made his wiener jump every
time the dildos stretched it, and the constant stimulation
felt horrible and yet had good overtones.  The pain of the
initial thrusts wasn't duplicated, and the torrent inside
Chad eased a bit as the final thrusts neared.  On thrust 9,
a dam inside Chad burst, and his body, bound and immobile,
strained against the Velcro restraints as the biggest orgasm
he'd ever had burst through Chad, his small penis jumping,
and multiple little droplets spattering on his tummy as the
final thrust occurred.  Mrs. Rose pulled the dildo out,
examining it, then leaned over to look into his rectum.

"No blood, no physical damage," she said happily.  "Mr.
Rainey will be able to go ahead as planned."  Chad was still
moaning in pain, the side of his face in a pool of snot and
tears, his butt hole throbbing and burning.  Mrs. Rose
handed her toys to Lindsay to take to the bathroom to clean
off, while she took baby wipes and cleaned up the KY off of
Chad's flanks and buttocks.  His butt hole remained open –
he could feel it hanging loosely, as she rimmed it with baby
wipes.  He was afraid to flex the pain-filled muscles it
would take to close it, and anyway, that little bastard of a
kid would just force him open again with his little dick.
Mrs. Rose looked at Chad's stomach and his still erect
penis.  "Forced some ejaculate out of you, I see.  Prostate
stimulation will do that.  I hope it was painful."  She got
a baby wipe and swiped up the offending drops. Then she was
moving the screen, blocking the view of Chad's lower body
from the rest of the class.

"Mr. Rainey, please come up here – it's time for you to get
your revenge," Mrs. Rose said over Chad's low moans.  The
little boy stood and walked determinedly up to the front,
disappearing from the class view behind the screen.  Chad
couldn't see him, either, with his head tied facing the
class, but he could hear Mrs. Rose's murmured instructions
to the boy as they stood behind the screen, invisible to the
class.

"Let me help you with your pants," she said quietly.  "We'll
just slide them down to your ankles, no need to take them
off.  Don't worry, no one can see you back here but me –
they'll all stay on their side of the screen, and he can't
see you, either.  Even if he could, he's crying so hard
you'd be blurry.  Good.  Now let's get your underwear down,
that's a boy.  My, you are impressive for a little fellow –
Mr. Henson should certainly feel that!  And you're all ready
to go, too!  You'll make some girl happy with that thing
some day, mark my words!  Now let me just put this condom on
you – the board insists you and Mr. Henson be protected."

There was a pause.  "That tickles," the little boy giggled.

"Just hold still – I've almost got it unrolled.  It's a
little loose, but it'll do, and you young boys don't need a
lot of stimulation.  There, now let me put some of this
lubricant on you.  It's not so much to make things easier
for Mr. Henson, it's to make it easier for you to enjoy
yourself."  There was another pause while Chad waited.  He
was gonna get butt fucked by a little boy!  And everyone in
class would witness it!  Sure, they wouldn't see the actual
boy's dick go in his butt, but they'd see his own face while
he got it and know what was happening.

He felt something hard and damp brush his still half open
butt hole, then lock onto the center of it and begin pushing
with increasing pressure.  He heard Mrs. Rose say, "That's
good, right there.  You're just the right height! And he's
contracted to just the right tightness for you, I'll bet. 
Now don't push in yet.  Just wait here until I address the
class, and when I say go, push yourself on in quickly, and
then just do what feels best until you're done!"

"Can I do him real hard?" the little boy said more loudly. 
"I want to hurt him!"  The boy's mind suddenly shifted
gears.  "Hey, how come his weenie's so little? It isn't any
bigger than mine is when it's hard!"

"You get to decide how vigorously you punish Mr. Henson,"
Mrs. Rose responded over the roar of laughter from the
class, who'd hear the boy's remarks.  "And his penis is
small because that's just the way he is."

There was a pause, then Chad heard Mrs. Rose's voice coming
from the other side of the screen.

"Chad Henson's final punishment in front of this class will
start in a moment.  I want all of you to watch his face
during this procedure, and remember that this could happen
to you, too!  Young Mr. Rainey, when you're ready, go!"

Chad's eyes bugged as the boy's shaft rammed into him.  It
wasn't nearly as big as the biggest dildo, but it was bigger
than the smaller ones, and it HURT!  And the boy was eager,
too!  He rammed in and out quickly, as quickly as a little
boy's butt muscles could thrust.  The effects of his wild
ramming built quickly.  Chad began moaning again.  In his
sore rectum, it hurt a lot!  Tears poured anew from his eyes
and he tried to flex his muscles, hating his helplessness. 
How could anything made of flesh be that hard and
unyielding?  It was like a metal poker ramming him – the
plastic dildos had felt softer!  Suddenly, the little boy
let out a whoop.  "Take that!" he screamed at Chad, ramming
his hips into Chad so hard he swore he could feel the boy's
scrotum slapping against his opened butt.  "And that!  And
that!  And that!"  Each pronouncement was accompanied by the
boy ramming Chad as hard as he could.  Chad began squealing
in pain with each new penetration.  Sure, the kid's little
dick was smaller than most of the dildos, but he was ramming
Chad faster, and he was getting many more strokes, too, so
his rectum was suffering major irritation, and it didn't
stop after 10 strokes, either.  Despite having its brakes
on, the diaper cart began lurching with each of the boy's
thrust, inching forward from behind the screen.  Intent on
punishing Chad, the little boy merely shuffled his legs
forward to follow it and kept thrusting, shouting, "How do
you it like now?  Huh?  Huh?  Huuuuuuuhh? HUUUH-ERGGGGGGGG!"

On this last thrust, with orgasm washing over him, the
little fellow actually pushed so hard that the diaper cart
moved completely from behind the screen, so he was visible
to the whole class, his pants and underpants around his
ankles, his penis buried all the way into Chad's butt.  He
shuddered, every muscle in his body shaking, and stiffened,
shutting his eyes, rising all the way to his toes and
arching his back.  Then his body gradually relaxed, and as
his senses returned he gradually settled on his heels and
relaxed.  Only then, as he opened his eyes again, did he
realize that the whole class of 7th graders was staring at
him in amazement.  "Oops!" he said, seeing a see of faces
eyeing him.  "Ummmm, hi," he said lamely, suddenly realizing
his butt and indeed his entire lower half was visible to
everyone.  He pulled out of Chad, leaving the condom hanging
half out of Chad's butt, and snatched at his pants and
underpants, frantically pulling them up, but not before they
got a good look at his satisfied but still mostly erect
penis.  "Bigger than Henson's," Big Sam muttered.

"Everyone's is bigger than Henson's," the boy beside him
replied. "Still, I wouldn't want that little squirt butt-
fucking me!"

Cute, Cynthia thought to herself.  She wondered why she like
boys' genitals so much, even those on the little guys.  She
knew lots of girls who said they thought boys' stuff was
gross, but she loved the way their little sausages hung over
their little bulges.  She wondered if Chad would be a long
time healing up to the point he might want to fool around a
bit with her.

Ramona felt the usual surge of excitement tickle through her
as she caught sight of the boy's bare genitals.  The fact
that he was trying to cover up his bouncy shaft and
protruding sack just made it more exciting.  She was
actually disappointed as Mrs. Rose moved to shield the boy
and deftly tucked his penis into his underpants, then zipped
up and buckled his pants.  "Wait here," she said, patting
the boy's butt.

She turned the diaper cart so everyone in class could see
the swollen, irritated, but still open passageway into
Chad's body, and deftly yanked the used condom from it.  
"Remember this, boys," she pronounced.  "You don't want to
be next!"

Chad was left in that position for 15 minutes as a lesson to
the class, his sore, welted buttocks spread, his abused hole
wide open.  The class spent the time by recounting all of
Chad's shortcomings, the all female speakers chiming in on
his immature behavior, his bad manners, his horrible impulse
control, and his overall failings as a human being. Joseph
Rainey was given a hand held video game as a thank you for
his services, and spent the time eagerly pushing buttons and
wiggling this way and that on the chair he'd been offered.
Finally, the event they'd been waiting for occurred, and
Chad's butt hole began to twitch, and then slowly contract
until it was open only about the width of Chad's pinky
finger.  Then, suddenly, in an instant it snapped fluidly
shut, looking puffy and red but still functional.

"I guess Chad's closed for the day," Emily snickered from
her chair.

Chad's head was untied and the gag bar taken out.  Mrs. Rose
held it up to show the bite marks Chad had made, where he'd
chewed completely through the rubber.  "That's how much it
hurts, boys," she said in a cautionary tone.  She untied his
straps and helped him up, where his mother cleaned the dried
snot and tears from his face and made him walk around in
circles to get his circulation going again.  Chad hobbled
like an old man, his penis sore, his butt welted and
throbbing, his butt hole burning and tender.  Joseph Rainey
watched with a look of satisfaction on his face.  Finally,
Chad was led over to the little boy's chair to apologize.

"I'm sorry I hit you," Chad said, so hoarse he could hardly
speak from screaming into the gag.  "I'm not just saying
that, I really am sorry.  I deserved what you just did to
me.  I probably deserve to have you do it over and over.  I
just didn't think about hurting other people before, but now
I understand."

"Well, I liked hurting you," the boy replied. "You needed to
be hurt!  I hope you can't poop for a week!"  With that, he
turned to Mrs. Rose.  "Do I get to keep this?"  She nodded. 
"Oh, boy!" he said, skipping out of the classroom and
presumably back to his own.

Chad, standing naked and exposed, apologized to his class
for having to witness the spectacle of what Mrs. Rose called
his "anal punishment," and also for them once again having
to look at his disgusting male body.  I really am disgusting
this time, though, he thought as he apologized.  My wiener
is a mess, my butt is a mess, and my butt hole must look
like hamburger.  And my face is all covered with dried snot
and tears, and puffy, too, I bet.  He submitted quietly to
having his face washed by Mrs. Rose, and then meekly
followed his mother and Mrs. Hendricks out.

No more mysteries about what's next, he thought as they
closed the classroom door.  It's off to the lion's den,
where he'd face the girl he injured, and his brother Tommy. 
And, worst of all, their target was almost certainly his
small, delicate testes.

Chad walked slowly and stiffly across the playground to
grade school building and the 6th grade room.  He no longer
cared that he was butt naked, with his red penis and welted
butt on display for everybody.  His butt throbbed from the
paddling he'd been forced to give himself in the 8th grade,
and his anus and rectum burned from the outrageous
stretching it had received from the succession of dildos
that Mrs. Rose had so cheerfully plunged into his body in
his own classroom, not to mentioned the frenzied reaming
that 3rd grade kid had given him with his hard little
wiener.  At the end he had felt like he was being ripped in
half by the little fucker!  The fact that he could think the
word amazed Chad.  Little fucker!  LITTLE FUCKER!  That's
what the boy was – he was a little fucker!  Actually, Chad
thought, almost grinning, all boys were little fuckers, or
at least they wanted to be.  He'd like to be a little fucker
himself!  He tried to picture Cynthia with her panties off
and her legs spread, so the place you put your penis was
wide open for him to enter...

He was starting to get hard – have to stop thinking about
that!  In an effort to make himself shrink, he thought once
again about what it had felt like to have the dildos, and
then the boy's penis ripping into his butt.  He kept getting
visions of a story he'd read last year, in which the villain
was impaled on a sharpened pole that went up his butt,
plunging deeper and deeper into his vitals as he struggled
in agony until it reached his heart and lungs and killed
him.  If the kid's wiener would have been long enough, he'd
have cheerfully done that to Chad.

So it was with an odd mix of thoughts that Chad walked to
his final destination, the one that would end his torment
for the day.  For the thousandth time, he promised himself
that he would never, ever, ever push, hit or harm another
child for as long as he lived.  The throb of his buttocks
and his burning rectum weren't his only hurt, of course. 
His mouth was sore from sucking 4th graders, and his wiener
was raw from having to beat himself off to stave off the
burn of the Stimulator.  And he still had one punishment to
endure.  Not only was this promised to be the nastiest one,
and on his most sensitive body part, but he'd be getting it
in front of the actual classmates of the girl he'd injured
and the girl herself, and even worse, his little brother
Tommy!

As they entered the building, he wondered what sort of
punishment he would face here.  He was almost certain that
it was going to involve his balls, but what would they do to
them?  Would they squeeze them, or pull them, or slap them,
or punch them, or hit them with paddles?  Maybe they'd do
all those things!  Shivers ran down his spine and his penis
shriveled to a tiny lump.  They were going to punish his
balls, he knew.  The question was how.

Entering the room, Chad was surprised to see that the desks
had all been moved to one side, creating a large open area
in the room.  The 6th graders were seated on the floor in a
U, with the front of the classroom open.  A thick plywood
board attached to sturdy uprights and a triangular support
stand leaned backward, its top touching the blackboard, its
bottom more than a foot away from the wall.  Padded leather
straps on the bottom, at the top, and in the center made it
clear that the board was designed for immobilizing a boy
with his legs apart for whatever punishment he was to
receive.  At about butt height, the board had a leather
cushion, so that the midsection of whoever was tied to it
would be forced outward, in front of the rest of the body.

"Put your back to the board, young man, and lift your arms
up to the top straps," Mrs. Johnson, the sixth grade teacher
ordered.

Chad complied and his wrists were circled by the thick
straps and tied down.  Next, the thick straps across his
stomach and across his chest were snugged down, so that he
couldn't move his abdomen or his arms.  Finally, his legs
were guided apart, one at a time, and attached by thick,
padded straps at the ankles to the bottom of the board, so
his weight was now held by the straps rather than his feet. 
He felt like a bug impaled on pins in a museum display.  He
saw his brother Tommy seated on the right side with some
other boys, looking at him with a mixture of pity and
smugness.  He was probably still mad about how Chad had
taken all the fun out of making Chad service him.  Mrs.
Johnson checked all of the restraints, then turned to the
class.

"As we promised, this is the 7th grade miscreant who
viciously attacked your classmate Celine on Friday without
cause or provocation.  You may have noticed as he entered
that he has already experienced a number of severe
punishments today, including having to orally copulate all
the boys in the 4th grade, having to masturbate publicly in
the 5th grade, having to suffer anal penetration by a
succession of larger and larger instruments as well as
experiencing natural penetration in the 7th grade, and
receiving a severe bare bottomed paddling that he was forced
to give himself in the 8th grade.  He is now ready for his
final punishment of the day, to be administered by you."

She turned to Chad.  "The class discussed it thoroughly on
Friday, and decided that Celine herself should have the
final say in what punishment you received.  We presented her
with a pair of suggestions this morning, and she has made
the choice of how you should be punished.  I believe she
would like the opportunity to inform you of her choice now."

Mrs. Johnson indicated a girl on the far side, who Chad
noticed for the first time.  It was, indeed, the girl he'd
knocked down, her eyes black, her lips swollen, and metal
gridwork visible in her mouth when she spoke.  She looked at
him with loathing.

"You hurt me so bad," she began.  "You almost knocked my
tooth clear out, and I couldn't even sleep Friday night! 
When Mrs. Johnson asked what I wanted to do to you, I said
you should have your balls cut off!  And you should, but
they won't let me do it!  So I told her I wanted to make
your balls hurt as much as possible!  I have a big brother,
so I know how sensitive your boy parts are to being hit. 
I'm also in soccer, and I know how to kick!  So I told her I
wanted to do a target kicking contest!  We're going to take
turns kicking this rubber ball at your balls!"

Mrs. Johnson took over, explaining the rules.  "Remember,
class, anyone who hits this boy directly on the scrotum 
gets 2 points, and anyone who hits at least part of his
scrotum gets one point.  If you miss him entirely or hit
some other part of him such as his stomach, you get the
satisfaction of knowing you caused him pain, but no points. 
Celine will go first, and then we'll all take turns going
around the room.  When we finish, we'll go around again. 
We'll keep kicking for half an hour."

She held up a box.  "Remember, girls, that the girl with the
most points wins this portable MP3 player.  You boys aren't
eligible for prizes, of course, but you are competing to
avoid being spanked first thing tomorrow morning."  She
glared around the room at the boys.  "So if any of you are
thinking about being merciful to a fellow boy, you'd better
think again.  The boy with the 2nd lowest point total is
getting bare-bottom spanked tomorrow morning, and the boy
with the lowest is getting bare-bottom paddled!"  She glared
at Tommy.  "That goes especially for you, young Mr. Henson. 
I know he's your brother, but you'd still better try your
hardest."

Tommy gave Chad a hard look, making it clear he had no
intention of going easy on his brother.  Chad looked
straight at him and nodded, leaving Tommy obviously puzzled
at his reaction.

Mrs. Johnson turned back to Chad.  "We want to make sure we
hit our target, so we'd best get this out of the way."  She
walked to her desk and retrieved a roll of duct tape,
tearing off a long strip.  Seizing Chad's short, reddened
penis, she flipped it up toward his stomach and ran the tape
across it, binding it up out of the way of his balls, which
now were completely visible.  "There," she said.  She eyed
Chad critically.  "It's a small target, I'll admit, but that
makes it more challenging."

The class laughed at her "small target" comment.  Chad
blushed.  How many of these boys had bigger things than him,
he wondered?  Maybe they all did!  The teacher looked him in
the face.  "Do you have anything to say, young man, before
Celine starts us off?"

Chad gulped, the terror rising in him again and making it
hard to get words out.  He remembered what Tommy had told
him several days before.  "I'm sorry," he said hoarsely.  "I
was just trying to get away from the kids bugging me, and I
was careless.  I should have been more careful.  I'm really
sorry I hurt you.  I'll never do it again, ever!"  He looked
at Celine pleadingly.

Celine tossed her long, blond hair.  "That's not good
enough.  You need to hurt.  I'm going to make you hurt so
bad you'll never want to hurt another girl again!  In fact,
you should be crying right now!"  She stepped quickly across
to Chad, and, before the teacher could react, raised her
hand and slapped him hard across the face, then slapped the
other side of his face with an expert backhand.  Tears
welled in Chad's eyes and began crying immediately, his face
burning as bad as his butt had earlier.  The teacher started
to step forward, but then stopped when she retreated.  "I'm
done," she said.  "I just wanted him to be crying when I
kicked."

The teacher nodded understandingly.  She tossed the small,
bouncy genital punishment ball the principal had given them
to use on Chad.  It looked exactly like a playground ball,
except it was only about 4 inches across.  It was just
stretchy enough to sting a boy's genitals and cause
throbbing testicular pain without serious bruising, only
genital swelling with repeated use.  Celine bounced the ball
off one knee, stopped it with the other, transferred it to
her feet, and began dribbling it back and forth in
complicated motions.  "Bet you I hit the little bastard
square in the nuts on the first shot," she proclaimed.  Mrs.
Johnson walked to Chad and took a rubber ball with strings
attached to it off of her desk.  "Open your mouth, young
man," she ordered, stuffing the ball in it when the still
crying Chad complied.  "We don't want you biting your
tongue, and this should quiet you down a bit."  She nodded
to Celine. "You may begin."

The girl grinned nastily at Chad and eyed his diminutive
wrinkled patch of scrotum speculatively.  She then toed the
ball into position, drew back her shapely leg, and kicked.

Chad let out a grunt through the gag as the ball impacted
squarely on his bulging plum of a scrotum.  His body tried
to double over, but could only contract impotently against
the restraints.  Black, throbbing pain burst from his
genitals and overwhelmed him, his vision dimming to dancing
dark spots for a time before returning again.  Tears rolled
copiously down his cheeks as he moaned loudly, gasping
through his nose between moans.  A male classmate of
Celine's had retrieved the rebounding ball and was
approaching the center.  Over at the blackboard, a girl had
placed a number 2 next to Celine's neatly written name. 
Through his tears, Chad realized the male lining up the ball
was Tommy.

Tommy looked determined as he lined the ball up  -- it was
obvious he was still angry about the whole butt-licking
thing and the way it had made him feel.  He drew back his
foot and gave a mighty kick, the ball flying through the air
and mostly striking Chad's taped down penis, barely brushing
his vulnerable ball sack.  Pain flooded his stomach area as
the skin burned and his gut ached.  Chad moaned more loudly
as the scorekeeper credited Tommy with one point.

The assault on his privates continued, with 6th grader after
6th grader firing the ball, some missing entirely, some
hitting his knees or chest, and a few hitting him indirectly
on the balls, usually to one side or the other rather than
square on.  The center of Chad's body burned and ached from
the repeated contact, his balls feeling smashed, his wiener
burning, the fronts of his legs stinging, and his gut
throbbing.  Several times his body heaved, trying to throw
up, but as his stomach was empty, nothing came up.  In
between, Chad cried piteously, his face becoming even more
puffy and snot streaming from his nose.

The last boy to step up, a black lad with a stocky build,
drilled Chad directly in the balls as squarely as Celine had
done, to take the male lead.  Muttering comments flowed as
he sat down again.  "Sure, he doesn't mind doing it!" 
"Yeah, if he had any of his own..."

Chad realized through his haze of pain that this must be the
unfortunate kid in Tommy's class with no balls.  Probably
resentful over his own spanking and wanting to strike back
at the people who had balls, and Chad was his target today. 
Great – still another person with reason to hate him!

At the end of the first round, only the one boy and one girl
had hit Chad squarely in the crotch, a fact that was noted
by Mrs. Johnson as she lined up on the ball again for the
second round.  Tommy was one of 6 boys and 3 girls with one
point, while 4 of the boys were looking nervous at having no
points at all.  "Here it comes, buttface," Celine said
mockingly, giving the bouncy ball a tremendous kick.  True
to her word, she once again hit Chad right in the center of
his bulge, the pain making everything go black for him for a
bit.  The ball bounced off him so hard that it banged of the
back wall of the room on the rebound, Tommy chasing it down
and finally catching it near the front.  He lined up on Chad
again.  "I'm gonna nail him too, this time," he muttered,
kicking more lightly than Celine but still hitting Chad just
as squarely on the balls.  Chad retched and almost passed
out this time, Mrs. Johnson holding the next kicker until
he'd settled down again.  The second round was completed,
this time with more students on target, and Mrs. Johnson had
to stop the action 4 more times as Chad heaved and retched,
the pain in his sack overwhelming him.

To the amazement of the 6th graders, Chad's scrotum was
visibly swelling as the punishment went on.  His balls,
normally not much bigger than elongated marbles, were
pushing out his sack and looked almost twice their normal
size by the time the third round start.

"That's just edema," Mrs. Hendricks said confidently.  "It's
normal for boys who are punished with this device.  He can
take one more round without permanent damage."

Mrs. Johnson glanced at the clock.  "Time is running out for
some of you boys.  Mr. Witt, Mr. Clyborne, and Mr. Amir, the
three of you had better get your act together.  If the three
of you still have no points at the end of this round, I
won't know who the winner is and I'll be forced to  paddle
all three of you tomorrow."  The three boys, one thin and
awkward, one small and almost girlish, and the third small
and still sporting baby fat, looked distressed.

The tall, awkward one spoke up.  "I'm trying, Mrs. Johnson,
I really am!  I'm just not good at kicking things!"

"Your point is duly noted, Mr. Clyborne," Mrs. Johnson said. 
"So I'm going to change the rules a bit for the boys.  This
round, I'm going to observe how hard you try and give you
points for that.  If you try your hardest, I'll give you 2
points, and if you try but I don't think you're doing your
best, you get one point.  If I don't think you're trying,
you get zero.  Lowest point total at the end still gets
paddled, next lowest gets spanked."

Celine lined up.  "I don't care how swollen your little nuts
are!  I don't care if they're the size of basketballs!  I'm
going to drill you as hard as I can with this one!

True to her word, her kick hit Chad right on his swollen
gonads, causing him to produce a muffled shriek and thrash
impotently, his vision dimming and spots swimming in front
of his eyes, his universe centering around his aching balls. 
Tommy followed.  "Henson lines it up," he muttered as he
drew his leg back.  "He kicks, he scores!"

Chad's nuts exploded in pain again as his brother drilled
him once again in the balls, this time harder than before,
and got 2 points for effort.  Once Chad stopped retching,
the last round continued, as child after child lined up, the
boys kicking wildly and enthusiastically to save their own
butts, the girls kicking out of solidarity with the popular
Celine.  Chad received 3 more direct and 4 more indirect
hits before it was all over.  The teacher totaled the scores
as Chad hung from the board, hoarsely squalling into the
gag.  "Celine wins the grand prize," she announced to
cheers.  "Mr. Witt, Mr. Amir, you scored lowest, but as you
both did try the last round, I'll suspend your spankings for
the time being if you don't get into any more trouble the
rest of the week.  One misstep, though, and you're still in
for it!"  The two boys in question looked somewhat relieved.

Chad's mother stepped up and removed his gag, so his crying
was more obvious.  She washed his face with a wash cloth
from a basin of cool water that Mrs. Johnson had previously
prepared, all the time urging him to hush his crying.  Chad
looked at his mother blearily, hanging from the board by his
restraints.  His balls had swollen to the size of Joey's
impressive package.  Tears still traced down his face, but
his crying had dropped to a low sniffle.  The dull,
throbbing ache in his scrotum continued, though, his
generative organs protesting their maltreatment at the hands
of the angry 6th graders.  His butt hurt terribly as well.
The welts he'd given himself in his enthusiasm for penitence
would be a long time healing, and his butt hole burned so
badly he dreaded eating and creating a need to poop any time
soon.  His red, raw, over stimulated penis was still taped,
chaffed and limp, against this stomach.  His mother gently
pulled off the tape, making Chad cry out briefly and then
breathe deeply to steady himself.  She took wipes and rubbed
his genital package down, then took a tube of antibiotic
cream and began massaging it into the underside of his sore
penis, directly under the head.

Chad, sniffling, looked down as she worked on his well-
punished privates.  Mrs. Hendricks gave him a sip of water
from the water bottle.  "Is that it?" he croaked, unable to
believe it was 5 minutes to bell time.  "Are you going to
untie me?  Am I done?"

"Almost," his mother responded.  She'd walked to the desk to
set down the tube of antibiotic, now approached him with one
hand behind her back. Chad noticed that all the eyes in the
classroom were looking at him, glittering in anticipation.
What was up?  His brother Tommy looked at him intently, as
if he didn't want to miss anything that was going to happen.
"There's just one more punishment you're getting today. This
one's from me."

She moved her hand from behind her, to reveal what the other
children had already seen – the source of their eager
anticipation.  It took him a moment to figure out what he
was seeing, and where he'd seen it before.  His eyes bugged
out in terror.  "Noooooooooo!" he screamed, his voice hoarse
and ragged from crying.   "Noooooooooo!  Not that!"  He
trailed off, hyperventilating, his face beet red, his limbs
thrashing against the restraints.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," his mother said, taking his penis in
one hand and lining the tool up on the bottom of it against
the projecting knot of flesh under the pee hole.  "As your
final punishment today, you're going to be ringed."  Chad
stiffened and squealed as, with a needle-like stab, the cold
steel pierced his most delicate part.  The class broke into
applause, and he looked with horror at the gold ring hanging
from the underside of his organ, a drop of blood forming on
each side of the skin where it entered and exited him. 
Then, mercifully for him, he fainted dead away.