Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 10

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 10
by Chadlad

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Chapter 10: Jesse Joins In

As he was thinking of this, he heard voices in the hall. "Hey, Jesse! I was just taking a quick pee! Come on in my room. I've got something to show you!" Knowing perfectly well what Tommy wanted to show his friend, Chad felt rising humiliation as two pairs of footsteps clumped enthusiastically down the hall and through the door.

Jesse stopped at the door and stared in amazement. "Your brother," he said in his high-pitched voice. "He's naked!" There was a pause and then he added, with even more amazement in his voice, "What happened to his butt?"

"The idiot got himself paddled, bare butt, at school, right in front of everybody!" Tommy said matter-of-factly. "Too bad you don't go to our school – he had to go to lunch naked, and everybody saw everything!"

"I think I'm glad I don't go there," Jesse replied. "I don't want to be somewhere where I might get a bare butt spankin'!"

"You don't unless you screw up," Tommy said. "I'll never get one. But Chad lost his temper and hit a little kid, and he got a concession."

"You mean a concussion?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah, that's it. Anyway, so they were going to spank him on his underpants, but then he went and peed on the teacher while he was getting spanked, so she took his undies away and spanked him bare naked. Then she paddled him bare naked this afternoon, too."

"He peed on the teacher?" Jesse said, as if he couldn't believe it. "Couldn't he hold it?"

"I guess not. My friend Matt has a brother in 8th grade, and he said that he saw a kid pee when he was getting spanked, once, too, only he did it just as the teacher was lining him up and getting him ready to go over her lap, and the pee got all over the teacher's dress! She had to go change!"

Jesse looked at Chad's exposed bottom critically. "He's still red – she must have paddled him really hard," he said admiringly.

"Wouldn't you paddle him hard, too, if he peed on you?" Tommy asked sensibly. "Anyway, I did some of that myself a little while ago," he added casually, as if he spanked his brother every day.

"He let you spank him?" Jesse said in amazement.

"He has to let me do anything I want to him," Tommy replied. "Mom says I'm supposed to be in charge of him for the next week, so he can learn not to lose his temper. She said we're all going to paddle him again after dinner tonight, and I'm supposed to keep his bottom nice and pink until then."

Tommy enjoyed to prestige his power over his brother was giving him in Jesse's eyes. Jesse Hanover was a blue-eyed boy with dark brown hair cut little-boy style, with a part on the left. He was shorter than Tommy and Chad by a good 2 inches, and had recently developed a layer of pre-pubertal fat that gave him a mildly pudgy appearance. He was Tommy's best friend, and he worshipped the taller, more developed boy. Right now, he was looking at him with something akin to awe.

Standing meekly in the corner, Chad was glad that he wasn't facing the boys at the moment. It was extremely embarrassing to hear his brother brag about spanking him to his little friend, and have to just stand there and listen to him do it. Also, because of his need to pee, and the fact that the younger boys were talking about peeing right then, his little wiener was now rock hard, and standing almost straight out, and he was glad the boys couldn't see it. It bounced gently with his heart beat, the head swelling slightly with each little jump. The pee urge in him was growing steadily stronger. The boys had continued talking. "You mean, you can spank him as much as you want?" Jesse asked incredulously. "You can make him go over your lap and everything?"

"Actually, I haven't tried having him go over my lap, yet," Tommy admitted, "But I made him bend over the bed, and I spanked his little fanny good. You can, too! Mom said I could punish him any way I want, so if I want you to punish him that should be okay, too! And we can make him do other stuff."

"You mean you can do anything?" Jesse said, his voice rising even higher. "Anything," Tommy said. "The only thing I can't do is stick anything up his butt bigger than a thumb, or hit him in the balls with anything but a flicked finger. But we can do anything else! I mean, we can squeeze his balls, or put our fingers up his butt, or pull his wiener, even!" Jesse stared at Tommy, his mouth partially open, thinking about the possibilities.

Chad began shifting from foot to foot in the corner, doing the "I'm a little boy who needs to pee" dance that any parent would recognize immediately. His movements caught Tommy's attention. "What are you hopping about for, big brother? I thought I told you to stand still with your nose in the corner," Tommy said, showing off a bit for his friend

"I gotta pee," Chad whispered, acutely embarrassed by the presence of Jesse, but too desperate not to speak up.

"Well, you're going to have to hold it," Tommy ordered. "Jesse and I are talking."

"But I gotta go bad!" Chad said more urgently.

"Hold yourself if you have to," Tommy said forcefully. "I heard that's what you did in class. But don't you dare pee in our room!" Still dancing and short on other options, Chad gripped the base of his hard penis with his right hand. Not certain that was enough, he also grabbed it just behind its head with his left. He clamped down with both hands and squeezed his butt together, trying to hold the pee in.

Meanwhile, Jesse was questioning Tommy in more detail about Chad's position. "So he has to do anything you say," he asked, still not believing it.

"Absolutely," Tommy said. "I've already made him get naked, as you can see. I've spanked his butt, flicked his balls, squeezed them, made him stand in the corner, and stuck my finger all the way up his butt. I even made him suck my wiener." Chad continued dancing in the corner. The only thing keeping him from peeing on the wall now was the iron grip of his two hands. The younger boys continued talking, ignoring his distress.

"He sucked your wiener!" Jesse said, with disbelief. "I don't believe it!" "Really!" Tommy said, nodding his head vigorously. "He took the whole thing in his mouth, and sucked on it until I came!" He lowered his voice, as if speaking in confidence. "I even squirted in his mouth and made him swallow it. But then I had to flick him on the balls. Because his teeth hit me twice while he was sucking, so I gave him a flick for each time his teeth hit me, so he'd learn not to do that. Tell him, Chad. Tell him what a big baby you are, and how much you like sucking my wiener!"

"I gotta pee! Come on Tommy, let me go to the bathroom! I gotta pee bad! It's starting to hurt!" Chad begged, dancing from one foot to the other.

"First tell Jesse, what a big baby you are and how much you like sucking my wiener!" Tommy ordered. "Turn around and face us when you say it." Having to pee worse than he ever had in his life, even worse than when he had lost control over Mrs. Rose's knees, Chad reluctantly turned around, presenting the humiliating image to Jesse of him gripping his hard little penis in both hands so that only the tip showed, and dancing from one foot to the other. "Now look Jesse in the eyes and say it," Tommy ordered again.

Chad was willing to do anything at this point to be allowed to pee. He looked directly at Jesse, who was staring in fascination at the sight of his friend's big brother in his current subordinate position. He'd always been a bit afraid of Chad, but now Chad was standing there naked holding his privates and obeying Tommy like a 4-year-old would his mother. He was more amazed when Chad blurted out, "I'm a big baby and I like to suck Tommy's wiener. Now can I go to the bathroom?"

"Not yet, big brother," Tommy said, grinning at Chad's discomfort. "Now say, please take me to the bathroom and help me go pee-pee like a little boy." Dancing more urgently, Chad repeated the humiliating request.

"Let go of the front of your wiener," Tommy ordered. "Jesse needs a handle to lead you with." Reluctantly, Chad released a grip on the head of his wiener. A small squirt of pee slipped out and dripped down the shaft to his other hand. Looking disgusted, Tommy grabbed some more tissues and put them in Chad's free hand. "Wipe yourself up," he ordered. Chad complied, then stood there holding the damp tissues. Tommy held the waste basket over for Chad to drop them in. "Now take the little boy by the handle and lead him to the potty," Tommy said to Jesse. Hesitating only a moment, Jesse reached out and clamped onto the head of the older boy's penis with his small but strong hand. Squeezing Chad's organ tightly he started down the hall, leading Chad. Tommy followed behind, administering slaps on Chad's bare butt every few steps to hurry him along. Jesse guided him in the bathroom door and over to the toilet, pointing the older boy's small hard penis toward the water. "Okay, you can let go," Tommy said. Jesse continued holding Chad's wiener firmly. With great relief, Chad released his grip on the base of his penis, pee surging out immediately and splashing into the bowl. As the stream slowed to a trickle, and then stopped, Jesse obligingly gave Chad's wiener a good shake to knock off the final drops. Only then did it strike Chad that his penis was being held by still another smaller boy, who was handling it like he was potty training a baby. He blushed with shame at the thought.

An insistent tug on his hard organ brought him back to the present. "Come on," Tommy said to Chad, as Jesse tugged him towards the door. "We've got to punish you some more." With Chad stumbling along, trying ineffectually to reduce the severity of Jesse's insistent tugs on his small rod, they traveled swiftly back to the boys' room, Tommy again popping him on the butt with his hand every few steps. Finally, back inside the bedroom, Jesse released his hold on Chad, and Chad stood there looking at the two boys uncertainly.

"So what should we do to him now?" Tommy asked Jesse.

"I wanna look at his private parts," Jesse said. "I never seen another boy's private parts up close before. At least, not a big boy's. I saw a baby's, once," he admiited.

"Not much difference, is there?" Tommy commented nastily. Looking at his friend's brother, Jesse realized, to his surprise, that he was right – there really wasn't that much difference between the genitals of the baby he'd examined and those of his friend's older brother. He was sure his own genitals looked much bigger than that!

Meanwhile, Tommy was taking charge. "You heard him," Tommy said callously to Chad. "He wants to look at your baby weenie and balls! Get up on your bed and spread your legs so Jesse can look at you!" Slowly, Chad complied, blushing from head to toe. Yet another person was going to get to inspect his most private areas! Reluctantly, he laid back against the pillows, with his knees up in front of him. "Spread them, brat, so he can see," Tommy ordered, indicating Chad's legs. Chad complied, slowly spreading his legs apart to give Jesse full view of his bare genitals. Jesse eagerly climbed onto the bed, putting a hand inside each of Chad's thighs and pressing them wider as he lowered his face to within inches of Chad's erect penis and tightly wrinkled scrotum. Chad could feel Jesse's breath on the underside of his penis. Jesse removed his right hand from Chad's leg and gripped the older boy's penis by the head, circling his fingers around the tip. Pushing down against Chad's groin, he opened the pee hole at the tip of Chad's hard wiener and examined the opening, an operation that Chad found not just humiliating, but mildly painful. Releasing his hold, he traced his fingers over Chad's brownish, wrinkled scrotum, outlining each of the diminutive orbs that were just visible just under the skin. Gripping each side of the wrinkled skin, he stretched Chad's bag out and examined it from all sides. He gave Chad's balls a gentle squeeze, causing a little gasp from Chad. "Hold still," Tommy said in response to Chad's flinching. "Or I'll give you something jump about!" Hearing the threat in Tommy's voice, Chad forced himself to hold still, as Jesse continued gently massaging the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. After examining it thoroughly, Jesse reached out and batted Chad's upstanding tool, smiling with delight as it bounced sharply against Chad's belly and then continued swaying until it came to a stop. Reaching out, he batted it again, over and over, enjoying the slapping sound it made against Chad's bare stomach.

Chad endured this abuse without comment. Now that Jesse wasn't painfully spreading open his pee slit anymore, all of this handling by the younger boy's small hands felt rather good. He was almost disappointed when Jesse stopped batting him and said, "Scootch up. I wanna see your butt hole."

Chad slid down off the pillows onto his back, and then lay there, not knowing exactly what the younger boy meant for him to do. Tommy came to the rescue. "Lift both your legs up, big brother, and hold them with your arms." Chad complied, suddenly remembering that this was the position that the nurse had put him in when he was being cleaned up after peeing himself during his spanking. Once again, he realized, he was wide open to the world. Every private part of his was spread out for easy view. His blush spread all the way down his body, as he realized that he no longer had any secrets from either boy. Jesse immediately placed a hand on either side of Chad's sore butt and leaned forward, studying Chad's pinkish brown, puckered orifice intently. Chad could feel Jesse's breath, hot and moist, against his most private area. More than a minute went by in silence, as Jesse stared at the previously mysterious sight of another boy's butt hole. He could see every part of Tommy's brother! He could memorize every little wrinkle in the tightly pursed little orifice in front of him. He felt a sexual thrill at the power he had over this older boy, who previously had teased him mercilessly. In Jesse's own pants, his tiny, little boy penis sprang to attention.

Suddenly, Chad sneezed. The sneeze caused him to let go of both his legs, which then shot out convulsively on either side of Jesse. Surprised, Jesse lost his balance and fell backwards off of the bed, landing with a thump on his butt on the floor. Chad stifled a second sneeze and sniffed loudly. "Hey," Tommy said menacingly. "We didn't say you could let go yet."

"That's OK," said Jesse placatingly. "I've seen everything already."

"That doesn't matter," said Tommy. "He needs to show you respect. You're going to have to be punished for that, bratty brother!" Tommy seated himself on his own bed. "Come here and bend your little butt over my knees," he ordered. "If you're going to act like a little boy, I'm going to spank you like one!" Reluctantly, aware of the consequences of disobeying Tommy, Chad prepared himself for yet another spanking. He slowly got off the bed and walked over to his brother, taking the humiliating position across his brother's small lap. His head hung down his brother's left side, while his legs angled down on the right. "You know better than that," his brother said chidingly. "I can't spank you as good when you're flat. Bend your butt!" Chad quickly complied, allowing his thighs to become perpendicular to the floor so that his bottom was fully bent over his brother's lap.

Jesse was amazed to see the older boy voluntarily get into position, just as he did when his own mother spanked him (something that she still did quite often). Tommy immediately began spanking, alternating sides of his brother's butt as he did so, and spanking at a rate of about one spank a second. Although he didn't spank hard, and his hand was small, it didn't take long for Chad's already sore butt to start to sting again. "Okay, Tommy, that's enough! I'm sorry! I'll hold still better next time!" he pleaded. Tommy ignored Chad, continuing his methodical pace and carefully covering Chad's entire bottom as evenly as he could. Chad's pleading became more insistent. "Come on, Tommy, that's enough!" When Tommy didn't reply, Chad's voice went up another octave. "Please stop spanking me, it hurts!"

"He really is a big baby, isn't he," Jesse commented, his own small genitals hardening further at the side of his best friend spanking another boy's bare butt. Almost without noticing, his right hand strayed to the front of his pants, where he began massaging the protruding lump there through the tented cloth.

Despite his desire to avoid total humiliation in front of this younger boy, tears started to form in Chad's eyes. It wasn't that Tommy was spanking so hard, but on top of the hard spanking and paddling he'd already gotten at school, plus the additional spanking Tommy had given him earlier, Tommy's enthusiastic slaps really stung, and the deeper bruises he'd gotten from being paddled throbbed with each slap was well. He was crying softly when Tommy finally stopped and instructed him to get up. Chad rose unsteadily to his feet, hoping Tommy would finally leave his sore butt alone for awhile. No such luck. "Come over here and sit down, Jesse, so he can go over your knees," Tommy invited his friend. "There's no reason you can't give him a few good whacks, too." Tommy rose and Jesse sat tentatively down, acutely aware of the small tent his hard penis was making in his sweatpants as he sat. He glanced at Tommy, who was looking at his crotch, too. Both boys' eyes met briefly, then Tommy give Jesse a little grin and merely said, "Go on – don't let his butt cool down."

Relieved that his friend wasn't going to point his condition out, Jesse looked at Chad, noting with fascination that the older boy's penis had remained hard throughout his most recent spanking by his brother, and was jumping slightly with each beat of his heart even as tears streamed down his cheeks. He reached out and batted the turgid organ a few times, giggling. Then he put on a serious face and looked up at Chad. "Over my knees," he said. "I'm giving you a good spanking, young man!" Jesse said, repeating the words he'd personally heard from his own mother many times before when he was in Chad's position.

Chagrined at being spoken to like an errant child by this younger boy, Chad complied. Jesse spent a few moments exploring Chad's exposed bottom with his fingertips, lightly caressing the small raised blisters from his school paddling and feeling the heat of the skin from the spanking his best friend had just administered. Chad flinched when he hit particularly tender spots, but otherwise submitted quietly. Growing more bold, Jesse put his left hand on Chad's left butt cheek and spread Chad's buns widely. He then examined the boy's butt hole once again, this time gently probing the center with his right index finger. "Go ahead, stick it in," Tommy urged. "He likes it."

"I do not," Chad muttered indignantly to the floor. But when Chad didn't try to squeeze his butt back together, protest further, or otherwise try to deny the younger boy entrance, Jesse tentatively pushed his index finger slowly into Chad's bottom hole, wiggling it and slowly going deeper until his finger was all the way in. Chad involuntarily squeezed on the finger several times as it was inserted, causing Jesse to marvel at how tight the orifice was. "It's all hot inside," he commented.

"Turn your finger around in him a bit," Tommy urged. 'He really likes that." Jesse twirled his finger around inside Chad for 30 seconds or so, then withdrew it suddenly. Both boys were surprised to see the hole remain open just for a moment before snapping shut, exposing Chad's dark pink and surprising clean insides briefly. "Wow," Tommy commented. "We could see right into you for a minute there." Experimenting, Jesse inserted the finger again and then withdrew it, once again being treated to a brief glimpse of Chad's dark pink insides. His fascination with this new game waned quickly, though. By the third time he'd seen enough, and wiped his damp finger on a Kleenex that Tommy thoughtfully handed him. Chad lay still across his lap, his nether orifice tingling painfully, but at the same time his small penis throbbing against the younger boy's leg.

"Okay, young man," Jesse said warningly, again talking like his mother did to him. "Hold still, I'm going to spank you now. Don't move until I tell you that you can get up." He added, quoting what his mother usually said when he was butt up in this position over her lap, "this is going to hurt!" Tentatively he raised his small hand above Chad's unprotected butt. He hesitated a moment, then brought it swiftly down at the base of Chad's butt, trying to strike at the junction of his buns and directly over his tightly pursed butt hole. Chad let out a little whimper. Even with his small hands and slight build, Jesse's slaps could sting his butt. Of course this was primarily because his butt was bare and already blistered from being paddled in school, as well as by being freshly spanked by his little brother. Still, Jesse had an effect on Chad, because each of his little slaps stung, and because it was intensely humiliating to have to bend over this little boy's lap and be spanked like a little boy himself. In addition, Jesse did not move his spanks around, and instead continued to strike Chad repeatedly on the base of the butt. After being hit several times in the same spot, the spanks started to sting intensely, and Chad actually began crying in earnest.

Tommy took note of the bright red spot was developing at the bottom junction of his brother's seat. It was interesting the way his bottom got red so much faster when Chad was spanked in the same place over and over. Chad began pleading through his crying for Jesse to stop, or at least

spread the spanks around. "Owwwww! Ouch! Not in the same
place! Owwwww! Please owwwww! Stop! Owwwww! Don't!
Owwwww! It hurts! Owwwww! Don't hit there again,
PLEASE!!!!!" Becoming incoherent, he sagged over Jesse's
lap, dissolving into uncontrollable tears. As he cried, his

head thrashed from side to side, and he drummed his bare toes on the carpeted floor.

Jesse did not stop for another 10 or so slaps, by which time the center of the base of Chad's butt was a bright red. He placed his spanking hand on Chad's left bun, and his other hand on Chad's right bun, pulling them widely apart. "Look!" he said to Tommy. "I made a bull's-eye!" Tommy leaned forward to look at his brother's spread butt. It was true! His friend had created a circle of red skin where he had repeatedly spanked the base of Chad's butt. The skin inside of the circle, which had been mostly protected because it was in Chad's crack, was startlingly white in comparison despite the attention Tommy had given it 10 minutes ago. And in the center of those two circles, was the pinkish brown circle of Chad's butt hole! Both boys marveled at what Jesse had made. Chad continued sniffling over Jesse's lap.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Tommy said. "Get up, brat!" He said callously to his crying brother. "And stop that silly crying! You're such a baby!" Chad cautiously stood up, his right hand reaching back to caress the sore spot over his butt hole. Tommy again slapped his hand away. "No touching, bratty brother! Show a little respect for Jesse's hard work! Now turn and face the door, and then bend over and grab your ankles!" Reluctantly, Chad removed his hands from his sore spot and bent down to grasp his ankles, still sniffling. Tommy nudged his legs to spread them a little farther apart. Chad's tear streaked face looked back at the two boys between his spread legs. The bull's-eye Jesse had made winked at them as if it had been painted onto his brother's butt.

Tommy reached over to his dresser and picked out four ping- pong balls that he had placed their earlier in the week. "Let's have a game! We each throw two balls, and we see who can get closest to the bull's-eye!" Jesse grinned at Tommy as they both moved to the far side of the room. Chad looked wild-eyed back between his legs. He sniffed back his tears. "Hey, hey!" He said. "What about my balls!" Tommy and Jesse both turned their attention to Chad's small sack, bulging smoothly outward underneath his butt hole. In his current position, it was thrust backward and clearly visible between his spread legs.

"What about them?" Tommy asked innocently.

"Well, what if you hit them with a ping-pong ball?" Chad said anxiously.

"Then I suppose it will hurt," Tommy said as he and Jesse both doubled over with laughter. "You better hope we're good at aiming!"

Tommy stepped up first. He shut one eye, lined a ball up, and tossed it hard at his brother's upturned butt. It bounced off the red spot on Chad's right cheek. Jesse then took his first shot, his ball missing Chad entirely and bouncing off the door. Tommy's second shot also missed, but Jesse's second shot hit the white area, just above Chad's hole. "Score!" Jesse said, rushing to retrieve the balls. "That's one for me!"

The boys continued their game for several more rounds, mostly missing Chad, but occasionally striking the red or white areas of the target. Finally, Jesse managed to nail Chad directly in the center of his wrinkled little nether eye. Jumping up and down he started chanting, "I win, I win!"

"Just a minute," Tommy said. "I still have one more ball." He spent several seconds lining up his aim, then threw as hard as he could. The throw was slightly off. Instead of hitting the center of the target, Tommy's throw nailed Chad squarely on his slightly bulging left testis. Chad gasped and doubled over, gripping his sack with both hands. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He exclaimed, rocking back and forth in pain.

There was a surprised silence in the room from the other two boys. Jesse was shocked at the word that Chad had used, and Tommy was surprised into silence that his naïve brother even knew such an adult word. Chad continued rocking and moaning. Finally, Jesse spoke up. "He said the f-word!" he said. "We should tell your Mom that he said the f-word! He said it four times!" Jesse stared at Chad with big, round eyes. "He's going to get in trouble! I can't believe he said the f-word! I said the s-word once when I tripped over a skate, and my mom washed my mouth out with soap! I can still taste it! Do you think your Mom will wash his mouth out with soap?" he asked hopefully.

"Maybe," Tommy replied. "I don't know. Let's tell her what he said and see what she does."

While they were having this calm discussion, Chad continued rocking back and forth, clutching his small ball sack with both hands. He had to circle his fingers around either side of his penis to reach it, because the latter organ was, surprisingly enough, still hard. Tommy soon noticed that fact. "Get up, big brother," he said, nudging Chad's butt with his foot. "It can't hurt that much, you've still got a hard wiener." He nudged Chad a bit harder. "Get up," Tommy repeated. "Or I'll kick you right between your buns." Reluctantly, Chad got on his feet again, still nurturing his tortured nut sack. Tommy reached out and slapped his hands away. "I told you before, no touching your little weenie, brother! What's with you? Do you have to play with that thing all the time!"

"I'm not playing with it!" Chad said. "You hit me right in the balls!"

"Good." Tommy said with satisfaction. "You need a few good hits in the balls. Now put your hands at your sides and stop touching yourself, or you're getting two flicks."

Obedient to his brother and greatly fearing additional flicks on the balls, Chad removed his hands from his tortured privates. His small but hard wiener still bobbed up and down in front of him. Fascinated by it, Jesse reached over once again, and began batting it back and forth playfully between his two cupped hands. "This is fun," he said, grinning. "It's kind of like playing catch!" To Chad's horror, he discovered he was actually enjoying it too. Each time, Jesse batted his wiener one direction or the other, his small, almost girlish fingers trailed across the mushroom tip of Chad's tool. It hurt a little, but it was also very stimulating. Chad could almost imagine that it was Cynthia's small hands that were touching him. Cynthia sat next to him in class, and he thought about her a lot, these days, especially when he was alone in bed.

Chad's hips made an involuntary little squeeze, thrusting his wiener closer to Jesse and making it jump just a bit. "Oh, you like that, huh," Jesse said. "Let's see if you like it if I hit a little harder!" He began batting Chad's wiener more vigorously, which to Chad's surprise was more pleasurable even while it was also more painful. The burn at the base of his butt added to the sensation. Chad began thrusting gently with his hips every other slap of Jesse's hands, stabbing his wiener vigorously at the empty air. At last with a little cry, he squeezed his buns together tightly and rose up on his toes, cumming again for the second time in an hour. Jesse jumped back, to avoid being poked by Chad's wildly jumping little penis. Chad thrust two more times, grunting each time. His penis began deflating immediately as the waves of pleasure within him subsided.. "Look, I made him cum!" Jesse said proudly. "He likes it when I spank his weenie."

Tommy watched Chad performance with amusement. Finally, as Chad was catching his breath, he commented, "I think you owe Jesse something for making you feel good I think you should offer to suck him!"

Jesse's eyes sparkled. "That's a good idea," he said. "I'd like that. I bet it would feel really good!" Without any modesty at all, he kicked off his shoes and stuck his thumbs under each side of the waistband of his sweatpants. In one swift motion, he shucked them and his underpants off, tossing them to one side. He stood in front of both boys proudly, is already hard little boy penis on display. Chad found himself looking at a boy's penis and scrotum for the second time that afternoon. He was fascinated by the differences and similarities between Jesse's equipment and his and Tommy's. Jesse was circumcised just like him and Tommy, so the head of his penis was exposed and helmet-like, just like theirs. It was much, much more curved, though, so that although the middle of it was some distance away from his stomach, the tip of it was actually touching against his slightly padded tummy. Jesse also had a layer of fat cushioning his pubes, so the whole triangle curving down where his legs joined bulged somewhat rather than looking flat like it did on him. In terms of size, Jesse's penis was closer to the size of Chad's own organ than to Tommy's much larger one. Yet even with the fat cushioning his pubic bone and hiding a bit of his shaft, this younger boy had a visibly longer and slightly thicker penis than him. His scrotal sac was also noticeably bigger, Unlike Chad's, which currently resembled a wrinkled plum somehow glued between his legs, Jesse's nuts sagged loosely away from his body, like a hanging bag of skin with two rocks in it. Jesse was looking from his own genitals to Chad's, making comparisons as well. Finally he commented. "Man, my dick and balls are a lot bigger than yours, aren't they Chad? How come you have such a teeny weenie?"

Chad didn't answer – he'd been wondering that himself ever since he'd seen Tommy's boy parts. It wasn't fair that all these little kids had bigger stuff than him. He'd always thought this his was pretty big, especially when it got hard all by itself in school. Then he'd felt like it was standing up so huge that everyone who even glanced at him could see it. But events of the last couple of hours had made him feel very small indeed.

Meanwhile, Tommy walked over to the door and stood in front of it. "I'll just stand here, so no one can come in while you've got your pants off, Jesse. We wouldn't want our sister or my Mom coming in here suddenly, and seeing you in all your glory," he said, leaning with his back against the door. "She might get excited and want to do things to you." The two boys exchanged conspiratorial grins.

"Now let's see, how do I want you to do this?" Jesse mused to himself. He suddenly jumped backward, landing on Chad's bed, his bare butt bouncing a couple of times before settling. He leaned back against Chad's pillows and spread his legs wide, just as Chad had a few minutes before. "Go on, get up there," Tommy ordered Chad. Slowly, Chad made his way onto the bed positioning himself between Jesse's spread legs. He had a feeling that he was going to do a lot more wiener sucking for both these younger boys before his week was up. Jesse invitingly parted his legs a bit wider as Chad climbed between them, and reached down obligingly and grabbed his wiener by the base, pointing it down towards Chad's mouth. "Remember, watch the teeth, Chad. Jesse, if he hits your wiener with his teeth, you get the flick him on the balls with your fingertip. Once for each time he does it."

Sighing audibly, resigned to his fate, Chad determined to get it over with. He grabbed Jesse's small wiener by the shaft and immediately took the mushroom-shaped head into his mouth. He was glad that Jesse, like his brother, was circumcised. He'd seen the loose, pointy skin of the uncircumcised boys' equipment when sneaking peeks over the urinals in the boys' room, and he didn't relish having that in his mouth. He pressed his tongue against the hard tip of the other boy's tool, causing Jesse to sigh with pleasure. Deciding to make this boy cum as quickly as possible, Chad immediately shoved forward, taking in all of Jesse's curved boy flesh. With his nose against Jesse stomach, he began sucking vigorously, being careful to keep his teeth back out of the way. Within half a minute, Jesse small fingers clutched at the empty air at the same time that his body contracted so violently that he lifted his small butt clear off the bed, ramming his groin into Chad's face. His small, pudgy body convulsed as he thrust two more times, then he collapsed on the bed, withdrawing his penis abruptly from the older boy's mouth. Chad was relieved that Jesse was a dry cummer like him. Jesse pushed Chad off of himself. "Stop it, it tickles now," he said, looking with satisfaction at his diminishing tool now dripping with saliva.

"Hey, Jesse," Tommy said from across the room. "Need a tissue to wipe my bratty brother's spit off of yourself?" He tossed the box over to Jesse. "You clean me off, Chad," Jesse ordered, handing the box to him. "I don't want to touch your gross old spit." Chad almost retorted that touching someone's spit wasn't nearly as bad as having to suck some little brat's wiener, but he realized that they would probably merely agree and then make more fun of him for doing it. Instead, he quietly pulled out some tissues and gently wiped down Jesse's rapidly shrinking penis. It felt odd touching someone's penis besides his own. He was chagrined to discover that even flaccid Jesse's penis was bigger than his. Tommy watched from the door. "I think you're getting better with practice, Chad," he said. "We'll have to give you lots more practice in the next few days. Did he keep those teeth away from you, Jesse?"

Chad was sure he'd kept his teeth away this time – indeed, Jesse had cum so quickly that he hadn't had much time to scrape the younger boy with his teeth, and his mouth still ached from the effort of avoiding contact. But he was afraid that Jesse would lie, just for the pleasure of flicking him on the bare nuts. Surprisingly enough, Jesse looked at him seriously. "No, I didn't feel any teeth at all. It just felt good! Can you make him do it again, soon?"

"Sure," Tommy promised his friend. "But let's give him a rest right now, so he's ready for tonight." He turned to Chad. "Go stand in the corner, bratty brother, and think about how we're all going to be paddling your butt soon!"

Chad stood in the corner with his hands behind his head, his nose against the wall, and his well blistered bare butt on display for the next half-hour as Jesse and Tommy looked at old Mad Magazines. Standing facing the wall, Chad found himself with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was glad not to have small hands spreading his buns, smacking his butt, flicking his balls, batting his wiener, and probing his poo hole. He hated being the only naked person when everyone else was clothed – it made him feel so small and vulnerable. On the other hand, it was uncomfortable standing in the corner with nothing to do but think about how much his butt, his balls, and his butt hole hurt, and how he was soon going to get a big spanking butt naked in front of everyone. Not only was his brother and sister going to witness his punishment, but it appeared that Jesse was staying for dinner and would watch as well.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Chad, Tommy looked at his watch. "Almost time for dinner," he announced. And," he added, knowing the effect it would have on his brother, "almost time for when we get to watch a certain little crybaby get his butt whacked again!" He called to Chad. "Turn around and come out of the corner, bratty brother. I think you should thank Jesse and me for the nice spankings we gave you, and for allowing you the privilege of sucking our weenies."

"Yeah!" Jesse chimed in. "You should thank us!"

"Why should I thank you," Chad protested. I didn't like any of those things,"

"Doesn't matter," Tommy said matter-of-factly. "You have to thank us because I said you do. Now thank us for all the things we did to punish you, or I'll tell Mom you disobeyed me."

Chad knew he had to obey, especially since they were going downstairs and anything he did or didn't do would probably be reported to Mom immediately. "Thank you for spanking me," he said grudgingly.

"And for what else," Tommy asked, reaching down and giving his brother's once again hard penis a quick yank.

"And for flicking my balls," Chad said in a soft voice.

"And what else," Tommy said menacingly, giving Chad's penis a harder yank. "And thank you for letting me suck your wieners," Chad said, now thoroughly humiliated.

"I don't think you've thanked us properly," Tommy said. "We could have been lots meaner to you. I mean, we could have spent the whole time flicking your balls, or spanking your butt! Kids as nice as us deserve a special thank you! I think you should thank us by kissing our butts!"

"Yeah," Jesse said. "Kiss our butts," he chimed in. He immediately yanked down his pants and underpants until they were below his knees, turning so his little bottom, still chubby with baby fat, was facing Chad. He bent over and thrust his butt upward, once again surprising Chad and Tommy with his total lack of modesty. This kid didn't seem to care if people looked at any part of him! Chad couldn't imagine feeling like that. He'd been naked for hours now, but he still wanted more than anything to put pants on and cover his private parts. When he was Jesse's age he would never in a million years have bent over like that and showed other boys his poo hole!

Speaking of poo holes, Chad thought to himself, focusing on Jesse's own orifice. Chad was somewhat surprised to discover that Jesse's tightly pursed butt hole was a dark pink rather than the brownish pink of his own as seen in a mirror, and had quite a different wrinkle pattern. A prominent ridge of skin ran between the wrinkled little eye and Jesse's drooping, loose scrotum with its quite visible oval contents. Jesse's face looked backward at Chad upside down between his legs, his smirk just visible under the slightly swaying bag. "I'm ready," he proclaimed.

"Go ahead and kiss it, Chad," Tommy said, still holding Chad's wiener and yanking it several times to make his point. He pulled down firmly, leaving Chad little choice but to get down on his knees in front of the younger boy's upturned bottom. "Kiss it now," Tommy said menacingly, squeezing Chad's organ harder for emphasis. Chad ducked his head quickly and brushed his lips against Jesse's right buttock. "That's not how you do it," Tommy said immediately. He released his grip from Chad's penis and immediately grasped Chad's tight ball bag with his fingers, isolating each nut and pulling them away from Chad's body so that he had a firm grip on the wrinkled sack and its contents. "Kiss him again, and make sure this time you do it right on his asshole!" "Yeah," agreed Jesse, giggling. "You gotta do it right on my asshole!" His little bottom bounced merrily as he laughed, the plump cheeks flexing and the little eye between winking at Chad.

Knowing his brother had him, literally, by the balls, Chad leaned forward until his face was centered on the other boy's anus. He stared at his target up close, relieved somewhat by its apparent spotlessness. A tentative sniff on Chad's part detected nothing but a faint smell of soap. "This kid's got to have the cleanest butt in town," he thought to himself. Shutting his eyes he quickly leaned forward and planted his lips on the wrinkled skin. As he started to pull away, Tommy tugged on his sack. "Do it again," he said. "And this time, leave your lips on his hole until I count to five. And press hard, so he can feel you." Again and Chad had no choice but to comply, placing his lips on the other boy's butt hole while Tommy, very slowly, counted to five. During this seemingly long period of time, Chad could feel the tightly wrinkled ring twitching slightly against his lips, and he did his best to avoid thinking about what that particular part of a boy's anatomy was for. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Tommy said "Five," and Jesse straightened up laughing and pulling his pants up.

"Your turn," he said the Tommy. At this point it struck Tommy that he'd be baring his most private areas to his best friend, just as that friend had done without hesitation to him a moment ago. He hadn't thought about it before proposing this punishment for his brother, and now he was committed. Strengthening his shoulders, he tried to act nonchalant, like he went around flashing his butt hole to people every day. "Watch the door, Jess," he said, striding over to take Jesse's place in front of Chad. Manfully, he yanked down his sweatpants, shoving them down to his ankles. His white underpants followed, revealing his muscular, developing butt to both his brother and his friend. Bending down, he rested his elbows on his legs and propped his fists against his face, thrusting his butt out and splaying his crack so that his brownish red hole was revealed. Jesse looked on with interest, his own small penis rising. He'd never seen another boy's butt hole before today, and now he was looking at his second one! He was surprised by how brown Tommy's was – it wasn't the color of poo and indeed it looked clean, but it wasn't pink like his looked in the bathroom mirror, either. It wasn't even pinkish brown, like Chad's. He wondered how many colors boy's butt holes came in.

Even though his brother no longer had him by the balls, Chad knew he was at his brother's mercy, and quickly leaned forward and placed his lips on Tommy's hole. "Push harder," Tommy ordered. "I gotta be able to feel your mouth on me. Chad pressed his lips harder against the orifice, wanting this to be over. Tommy slowly began counting. "One...Two...Three...Four..." He paused a bit before the last word, suddenly tensing his body. The wrinkled muscle beneath Chad's lips twitched suddenly, and he was startled by a blast of warm air flowing past his face. He flew backwards onto his bottom , trying to wipe his mouth and face with his hands and sputtering."

I'm going to kill you!' he howled, still swiping at his lips. "You farted in my face!"

Tommy and Jesse were in hysterics, Tommy laughing so hard he was having trouble pulling up his pants. "Boy, you should have seen the look on your face! You had to kiss my fart!"

Chad lunged for Tommy, who neatly sidestepped him so that he crashed into the door, shoulder first, and lay there, stunned. Tommy took advantage of his momentary incapacitation to seize his brother once again by the scrotum, digging all 5 fingers into the base of the sack and thus firmly trapping his balls again. "You won't do anything to me, will you brother?" Reining in his fury, Chad forced himself to nod "no." His brother was squeezing his balls just hard enough to cause a dull ache, but he knew that Tommy could easily squeeze much harder. He let his hands fall to his sides. "Now I'm going to let go of your 'nads, bro, and you're going to be a good boy and just lie there, right?' he said evenly. "Because if you try to hit me again, I'll tell Mom on you, and who knows what she'd do!" Chad nodded assent glumly, and Tommy released his balls, leaving Chad sitting up, rubbing his now sore shoulder, feeling humiliated and impotent.