Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter
26
by Chadlad
copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 26: Chad's Pee Training
Chad jumped out of the family car and raced to the entrance of the amusement park. To his surprise, it was almost empty, and he and Tommy and Jimmy Chen and Jesse were waved through without having to pay. The new super coaster was just inside the gate, and there was no line at all. Chad raced to the front, plunked down on the seat, and the bar came down. He was really excited – he'd wanted to ride this ride all year! As the coaster started up the first hill, Chad noticed the seat of the car he was in was uncomfortably hot. In fact, it was burning hot, and his butt was burning and throbbing with pain. He tried to move off the seat but the bar across his middle was holding him down – in fact, his arms were pinned, too. He opened his mouth to scream, but a rubber nipple as big as a cow's sprung up and began gently bopping him in the face. His bottom was still burning, but Chad fought the urge to open his mouth to scream, because he knew somehow that the nipple would slip in then, and for some reason that was a bad thing. The nipple suddenly changed before his eyes – suddenly it looked just like a boy's erect penis, except it was upside down, so that the pee slit and the knot of flesh that tickled so pleasantly when he handled himself was at the top. Looking beyond the stiff shaft that was still prodding at his mouth, Chad saw a pair of boy's balls swaying back and forth as the shaft jabbed at his face repeatedly, apparently trying to enter his mouth.
Suddenly Chad realized he was awake, and that there was no roller coaster, but the jabbing penis remained. He realized with a start that his brother was straddling him. Tommy's knees were pinning his arms, and his hands were holding down Chad's thighs, and his groin was bumping Chad's face, his hard wiener stabbing Chad in the face, trying to enter his partially parted lips. Chad twisted his face away to the side. "Let go! Let me up!" he said. "You're making by butt hurt by pushing down on me like that! And get your wiener out of my face!"
"Not till you take your medicine, big brother," Tommy said teasingly, still trying to jab his erect penis in Chad's mouth. Chad kept his face turned sideways, so Tommy was jabbing his hard on into Chad's cheek instead. Tommy's manner became more serious. "Look," he said. "I want to try something different this morning. Just turn your head back up, open your mouth, and keep your teeth back like a good little boy. I'll do everything else," he said reasonably. "I'll enjoy it a lot more if I don't have to hold you down."
"What the heck are you trying to do?" Chad asked from between Tommy's legs.
"Jesse calls it 'face humping.' Actually, he used the f- word instead of 'humping,' but I think 'humping' sounds better. He says boys do it to their girlfriends all the time. I don't have a girlfriend, so you'll have to do. Look, just turn your face up and make your mouth tight around me, and I'll be done in a minute."
Chad kept his head to the side, hoping Tommy would give up and go away. Suddenly he felt Tommy's fingers grip his balls and begin squeezing. "Okay, okay," Chad squealed. "Leggo! I'll do it. But stop squeezing my balls, and get off! You're hurting me!"
Tommy moved his legs off of Chad's arms and shifted his left hand to the side of Chad's thigh instead of on it. He kept his grip on Chad's genitals, though. "Open up," he said. "Or I squeeze."
Chad forced himself to turn his head face up, and opened his mouth for his brother's probing penis. He tightened his lips and tongue around the rubbery shaft as ordered, and tried not to think about the fact his brother had him by the nuts, and that the thing he peed with was in Chad's mouth. Tommy began humping away at Chad's mouth like a sex-starved billy goat, ramming his groin into Chad's face on the down thrust and pulling his wiener almost all the way out of Chad's mouth on the up thrust. He started out rather inexpertly, pulling all the way out several times and having to reach down and guide himself back in with his left hand, but in fewer than 20 thrusts, his legs shot out behind him and he buried his wiener to the hilt in Chad, depositing his meager two squirts in the back of Chad's throat while clenching his butt tightly and grunting with pleasure. Chad began gagging, and Tommy rolled off.
"That was great," he said, as Chad sat up and tried to stop gagging. "I may do it that way again!"
"No, please," Chad said between coughs and throat clearing noises. "You jabbed that thing into the back of my throat when you came. I about threw up!"
"I'll try not to push so hard when I cum next time, then," Tommy said with an air of indifference to Chad's problems. "By the way, I saw Beth in the hall when I went to pee before I woke you up, and she said to get your little fanny downstairs as soon as you're up. She also said to tell you that you'd better not even think about peeing, just get downstairs and onto your stool. She says you're getting pee-trained today!" Tommy said, smirking. "I didn't ask her what that was, but I bet you won't like it!"
Oh, great, Chad thought. I've got to pee so bad I can't stand it, and she wants me to sit on the peg that way! I'll be lucky if I don't pee all over the floor, but she'd probably make me lick it up if I did.
Chad walked carefully down the stairs, trying not to think about his full bladder. He opened the door tentatively and walked into the kitchen, expecting to see his sister, but there was only a note on the table next to a giant glass of orange juice, a spoon, and a container of yogurt. He walked over and read the note. It said:
P. S. Remember, you aren't allowed to touch your little pee-pee for any reason, not even to hold in the pee.
Beth
Chad, who'd been holding the end of penis for just that reason while reading the note, dropped it like a hot potato. He looked at the clock – it was 6:45. He'd have to go 30 minutes without peeing, and he already needed to go right now! He did a quick calculation – if he peed now, he'd get 120 spanks for peeing and 20 more as his morning spanking – that would be 140! And Beth wouldn't go light on him. He'd better just sit down and eat and try to think about other things.
Chad walked carefully over to his stool and straddled it in the usual fashion, using his hands to spread his buns and then lowering himself until he felt the peg against his hole, then easing down on it. As the peg slipped inside him, he felt the usual fullness, plus the additional fullness of the pressure it immediately put on his bladder. His penis was already erect with a stout little pee hard-on so the peg didn't change it at all for a change.
As he settled his buns on the stool, he began to feel a burning in his rectum. Oh, no! Beth had put the burning lotion on the peg. Chad began shifting uncomfortably on the peg as the lotion burned inside him. The need to pee grew as the fire in his rectum grew. He wanted to reach down and squeeze his wiener tip like a 2-year-old racing to the potty, but knew if his sister came in and saw him he'd be in for a paddling for sure. He tried to distract himself by tearing open the foil on the yogurt and taking a sip of juice.
Chad had eaten all of the yogurt and was plowing through the orange juice when Tommy and Beth entered, getting yogurt and juice of their own. The burn in Chad's rectum had continued unabated, his butt hole felt like it was being stretched completely out of shape, and there was now a powerful burning at the base of his penis as a bladder full of pee tried to force its way out. He was squirming incessantly, as he had been for the past 15 minutes.
"What's the matter, Chad, got ants in your pants?" Beth asked mockingly as she leaned over to check that the tip of his erect penis and the ground under him had no traces of wetness.
Chad drank the last of his orange juice. "Can I get up, now?" he asked his sister. "You said I could get off the stool when I'd finished breakfast."
"Yes, you may get up," she said. "But go right to the corner. I've put some newspapers down in case you can't hold it. Plus if you leak even a drop, it will make a lot of noise on the paper and I'll hear you."
Chad pulled himself slowly off the peg. His insides still burned. Again it felt like his butt hole didn't want to close, and he had to clench tightly to make it reluctantly squeeze shut. He walked, bowlegged, over to the corner and stood there on the papers, conscious primarily of pee pressing on his urinary sphincter.
Beth came up behind him and started stroking his butt. "I bet it would feel really good to pee right now, wouldn't it Chad? I bet you can just imagine how good it would feel to just let go and pee as hard as you could right here on the papers," she said teasingly.
"Not going to go," Chad said through clenched teeth, focusing all his strength on keeping his urinary sphincter shut. His little penis was at full hardness in front of him, pulsing with his clenching efforts.
The next 10 minutes seemed to be the longest in Chad's life, aside from the times he has spent getting his butt beaten over various people's laps. Several times he almost lost control and let fly on the papers, but each time he fought the urge back. Finally, Beth pronounced that his time was up and led him to the hall bathroom by his penis, tugging it painfully the whole way.
Chad was relieved when the toilet came in sight, but then was surprised when Tommy restrained him while Beth put down the toilet seat but left the top cover open. She then sat on it, still wearing her pants. She spread her legs and motioned him over her lap. "You're getting your spanking, first," she said. "Then I'll let you pee. You've got to learn to hold it even when you're being spanked. Now get over my lap, and Tommy will hold your little dick so that if you lose it you'll pee in the toilet and not on me. He'll also watch and tell me if you pee. I'm giving you 20 hard ones, but I'm adding an extra spank for each spank that remains if you pee before I'm done. So if you pee right now, you'll get 40 hard spanks, but if you wait to the end, you only get 20."
She arranged Chad over her lap. As he got horizontal, with pressure on his stomach, the urge to pee intensified. Chad felt Tommy's hand grip his penis between her legs and force it straight down. Beth waited a bit to prolong his agony before beginning his spanking.
Chad began kicking and crying loudly from the first spank. Today Beth concentrated on his upper butt, leaving the middle that had been paddled by Tommy and the bottom that she had spanked the previous night mostly alone. After Chad had sobbed through 10 spanks, she suddenly landed a hard one over his butt hole, just for variety's sake. Chad was caught by surprise, and in that moment he lost it momentarily, and jetted a squirt of pee out of him before he could clamp down again.
"He's peeing!" Tommy shouted, working hard to aim his brother's organ straight down.
"Okay, 20 more!' Beth replied loudly, so Chad could hear her. The rest of Chad's time over his sister's lap was a fog of pain. He went ahead and voided his bladder completely, since it didn't matter now. His relief was short lived, as Beth proceeded to set his butt on fire, covering the whole surface, including the parts still sore from yesterday. His butt was glowing beet red by the time she sat him on his feet and ordered him to splash cold water on his face and stop crying before coming out to get dressed for school.
Several minutes later, Chad emerged from the bathroom, his face still flushed and his bottom still bright red. His small genitals were playing hide and seek again, his wiener a small button and his scrotum a ruddy half of a plum. Tommy and Beth were in the kitchen, Beth preparing to start for school. Chad's school clothes were on the kitchen table. "I've gotta go," Beth said. "Let me see your butt."
Chad turned around slowly, to allow his sister to examine his recently spanked butt. She ran a hand gently over the roughened surface, and then to his surprise, gave him a quick hug. "I'm sorry, I had to spank you so hard and long," she said as she hugged him. "But you've got to stop peeing on people when they spank you. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you more pee training after school." She released him, and reached into her purse. "Here, to show you that I do love you, and I'm doing this only for your own good, I got you some special chocolate. You can eat it now before school. Don't give any to Tommy, I got it especially for you."
"I don't want any, anyway," Tommy said. "I already brushed my teeth."
Chad took the chocolate from his sister. It didn't look particularly special to him. In fact, the tops of each piece looked half melted, so he couldn't even read what brand it was. But he'd been deprived of sweets for two days now, so he gobbled it hungrily, that had a drink of water to wash it down and rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He dressed hurriedly, and he and Tommy locked the front door and started for school.
Chad walked gingerly along with Tommy as they made their way to school. It was hard to walk comfortably, when your butt hurt as much as his did. Man, that Beth really knew how to sting a boy's butt! He hated her technique of spanking him in just one spot at a time, so that his butt never had a chance to cool down between spanks. Of course, as other kids joined them along the way, questions were immediately asked as to why Chad was walking oddly, and Tommy was forced to recount again and again that Chad had been spanked on his bare butt by his sister just a few minutes ago. Chad walked along, head down, wishing he was somewhere else. One of the girls, some friend of Tommy's whose name Chad did not know, sidled up to Chad and slipped a hand down the back of his pants, stroking his bare bottom. Chad tried to slip away, but Tommy stopped him. "She just wants to feel your butt, to see what a boy's butt feels like when he's just been spanked. Hold still, or I'll tell Mom tonight that you disobeyed me! And you know what'll happen if I do that!"
Tommy turned to the other children to explain. "He has to obey me all week, or our mom told me she'd give him a long paddling on his bare butt, and that she'd do it right out on the front porch in front of everybody!"
Chad froze, the girl's hand still caressing his bare butt. He hadn't heard the part about being paddled right on the front porch! Still, it did sound like something his mother would do. She was very much a stickler for rules, and she was really angry at him for getting into trouble at school. While he was standing there frozen, the girl looped her hand suddenly around the front of his underpants and gave his bare genitals a squeeze. "I've got your little wiener!" She said triumphantly. She gave his small penis a yank and then snaked her hand out of his pants, laughing. She turned to Tommy. "Want me to pull yours next?" She said teasingly.
"No way!" Tommy said. "My stuff is private!" Laughing, he led them the last couple of blocks to the school. His female friend spent most of the trip talking about how hot and rough Chad's butt was, and how small and squishy his boy parts were.
After leaving Tommy and his friends by the grade school, Chad rushed to the boys' room for a quick pee. He then slipped into the classroom and made his way to the front, where the empty box was waiting by the tape line. Emily was sitting in her desk, obviously having arrived early so that she wouldn't miss anything. She gazed up at him, smirking as he took his place and began removing shoes and socks. "Ready for another day of showing everybody your ugly little butt and your little hamster dick?" she sneered. Chad ignored her, unbuckling and unzipping his pants. He folded them neatly and put them in the box. He glanced at the clock. He still had two minutes to go before he had to have his underpants off. He set the box down, and stood waiting.
"Come on, Chad," Lindsey said from her seat. "We can't wait to see that baby prick of yours!"
"Yeah, let it all hang out!" Ronda called from the back of the room. Chad looked at the clock. He waited until 30 seconds before the bell, then neatly skimmed his underpants off and set them in the box. As required, he placed his hands behind his head, inadvertently thrusting his groin toward Emily. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Mrs. Rose wasn't in the classroom yet, then reached out and gave Chad's little button penis a painful yank.
"Cut that out!" Chad said, doubling over to protect his privates, but carefully keeping his hands behind his head. At that point, Mrs. Rose walked into the room.
"I hope I didn't hear you talking, Mr. Henson," she said as she approached him. "I'd hate to have to order a spanking for you again today," she added, "especially since I've just gotten permission from the principal to make some important changes in classroom punishment of you boys."
The boys looked at each other apprehensively. "Changes in punishment procedures" had a bad sound to it. All of the boys immediately assumed that this phrase probably meant they would be spanked more frequently, longer, harder, or in a more humiliating fashion. The only question in their minds was which of these it would be.
Mrs. Rose did not immediately satisfy their curiosity. She went through the process of calling roll, and thus maximizing the amount of time Chad had to stand with his bottom half naked in front of the class. She then brought the boxes of names to Chad and had him draw a name from each box, pointing out as she did so that Joey's and Emily's names were no longer in the box because they'd already had their turns, and that Cynthia's name was not in the box for reasons they were all well aware of. Once again, she took each of the slips as Chad drew them, so he could not see the names himself. He stood there looking at the back wall while she made a show of opening each slipped slowly. Don't be Lindsey, don't be Lindsey, don't be Lindsey, he prayed quietly to himself.
"Sarah Hull and Alan Delvecchio," she finally announced. "You'll diaper Chad and change him when necessary today."
The two appointed children walk to the front of the classroom, retrieved the diaper cart, and strapped Chad down as he obediently raised first his arms in the place, and then his legs. His recently spanked bright red butt was again in view of the entire class. Sarah spoke up. "Excuse me, Mrs. Rose, but Chad's bottom appears to be very red and sore. Should we do anything different to it?"
Mrs. Rose got up from her chair and walked around to where she can see Chad's bottom more clearly. After examining it for a moment, she replied, "Don't worry, that's not an irritation, like some boys get from not wiping themselves well. In fact, as you can see, the boy's anal area shows no signs of redness of all, nor is there any redness surrounding that area. It's obvious that the redness in this case was caused by the boy getting a sound, and probably well-deserved spanking within the last hour. Is that correct Chad? Did you get spanked this morning before school?"
"Yes ma'am," Chad admitted in a low voice.
"Who spanked you this morning, and why did you get spanked?" she asked.
"My sister," Chan said, almost whispering but afraid not to tell the truth for fear the teacher would check with his mother. "Because I'm in diapers at school, and because I forgot to pick the toilet seat up when I used it last night. And then I got extra, because I went pee while being spanked."
"I see it," Mrs. Rose said. "You do seem to have a time controlling your bladder during spankings, don't you Mr. Henson." She turned back toward her desk, saying over her shoulder, "Just lotion him like normal. His bottom might be a little sore, but he'll be fine."
Sarah quickly covered Chad's sore bottom and genitals with lotion, showing no interest in the intimate contact she was making. Alan seemed to be in a hurry to cover up Chad's genitals, as if it bothered him to look at them. Chad had no way of knowing that the opposite was true, that Alan covered him up quickly because seeing Chad naked had given him a raging hard on, which he was afraid the other boys might notice. Alan had been initiated into boy-boy sex by an older cousin more than a year ago, and he had since engaged in several encounters with neighborhood boys, mostly kids younger than him. He had considered these adventures just "fooling around" initially, but lately had become troubled that his thoughts in private moments had tended to focus on the genitals of boys, and that those thoughts were accompanied by extreme sexual yearning. Looking at Chad just now, he had experienced a powerful desire to fondle the button penis until it stood up proud and tall, and then to make the boy cum while he stared into those beautiful brown eyes. Alan wondered if it would be possible to persuade Chad to come home with him one day, and if Chad could be persuaded to do some of the things that Alan had fantasized about.