Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 46

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 46
by Chadlad

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 46: Work Detail

The job was, indeed, not for sissies. Mr. Winston led Chad to the back yard adjoining his own, and up to the edge of a slimy-looking, smelly depression in the ground.

"That used to be our koi pond, youngster," he said, waving at the depression. All Chad could see was a hole full of sticky mud with algae and moss growing on top. "You're going to clean it out." He handed Chad a plastic bucket. "Get in."

"In there?" Chad said incredulously. "It's all dirty and gross!"

"Look at it this way, you won't get your britches dirty!" Mr. Winston said, laughing at his own cleverness. "'Cause you don't have any, don't you see," he continued, as if he needed to explain. He gave Chad a companionable slap on the butt, which stung anyway because of Chad's naked condition.

Chad hesitated. "Come on, get in there, lad," Mr. Winston prodded. Standing behind Chad, he looped an arm around Chad's chest and clapped a hand between Chad's legs, cupping his genitals and lifting him easily, swinging him over the slimy mess. Retracting his hand from between Chad's legs, he lowered the boy into the center of the pool. The mud was less supportive than it had looked – Chad's body sunk down until the mud was covering the tip of his penis and his scrotum, with the shaft of his penis and the top of his butt still sticking out. It had a slimy, disgusting texture and smelled of rot. Mr. Winston handed him the bucket. "Now fill this and hand it to me, and then I'll give you the next bucket while I dump this one, and you fill it, and then I'll be back with the first one, and you keep bailing until we get all this mud out of here."

Chad went to work. The job was tedious and the night was hot, and soon he was sweating rivers down his back, the sweat blending with the mud clinging to his body. His arms were quickly aching, his soft muscles burning with exertion. Every time he filled a bucket the mud flowed in and filled the depression, so it was hard to see what progress was being made. After about 10 full buckets had been carried away and dumped, Chad looked up to discover, to his chagrin, that two identical girls were watching him studiously. He gave a yelp of surprise and squatted lower into the pond, so that his genitals and bare butt disappeared into the slime. Mr. Winston came back with the empty bucket. "These are my grands," he said. "They're twins." Chad had already deduced that from the fact that the two blond haired, blue- eyed girls of about 15 looked identical, and were wearing matching outfits, in this case floral patterned bikinis. Each had perfect cheek bones, high, arched eyebrows, small but shapely breasts, and gently flared, feminine hips tapering to small, delicate feet with long toes. He jerked his attention away from their perfect hips as he felt his penis responding in the muck. One handed her grandfather a water bottle with condensation dripping off the outside, the other handed Chad a bottle with no condensation on it. It was easy to see why when Chad took it – it was room temperature. "Sorry," the girl handing it to him said sweetly. "But we were told you had to drink warm water. Is it a medical thing?"

Chad didn't answer – he just gulped the water down thirstily. Then it was back to work on the mud in the pond. Chad had thought the girls would leave after delivering the water, but they stayed, chatting inconsequentially to each other and Mr. Winston. As the mud gradually dropped lower and lower, Chad was forced to squat lower and lower to keep his nudity hidden. Eventually, though, he felt his bare butt contact the rough bottom of the pond, and he was unable to keep himself under the mud after that. At first the girls didn't appear to notice, but when the mud had dropped so low that his entire mud covered genital region was exposed, and the glop of mud he'd placed on his crotch slowly slid away, one glanced his way, did a double take, and then announced, excitedly, "Hey, he doesn't have any pants on!" Her sister then turned to look as well.

Chad tried to cover up, but that only lasted until the returning Mr. Winston looked down and ordered, "Hands off your pecker, boy – ply with yourself later! There's work to be done!" Chad went back to grimly finishing the scooping of mud from the bottom, the girls looking at his grimy genitals at their leisure. Their attention gave him a partial erection, causing his penis to flop about as he worked disconcertingly.

By the time Chad had finished, his arms ached so badly he thought they might fall off, and the lower half of his body was solid mud, and mud was splashed all over the rest of him as well. He smelled like the ocean at low tide.

Mr. Winston had Chad stand and gave him an old broom to push the final remnants of the mud to one side, where it could be more or less rolled into the bucket. By then, Chad could barely move, and every muscle in his body ached. The mud had dried all over him and he felt itchy and uncomfortable. He didn't even care that much that the girls were now seeing his exposed butt as well, and even between his buns when he had to bend over to scoop up the mud. He just wanted to lie down and sleep. Mr. Winston helped him out of the now empty pond and stood him by the patio drain, a perfect match to the one at his own house. He was somewhat chagrined to discover that the mud clung to him tightly, so that his boy parts were still clearly outlined and visible despite being coated with mud that dripped off of his fingers and covered his body from head to toe, but especially thickly from his waist on down. Ooze slithered between his buns and dripped off the back of his sack.

Mr. Winston went to the patio table, coming back with a long-handled bath brush and a giant bar of harsh-looking soap. "I'm going to rinse you now, and then my grands will help wash you off," Mr. Winston said helpfully. "Now hold still."

Chad reflexively clapped his hands protectively over his genitals, fishy-smelling mud gushing out between his fingers as he did. The girls laughed at his action. "No need to cover up, little dude," the one with the brush said. "We've seen more little boys' weenies than you can shake a stick at. Besides, you're only what, 10? You've got nothing to see, anyway."

"He claims he's 13," Mr. Winston chortled. "Can you believe that? Why, when I was 13, I was already this size." He busied himself with a small machine that looked like a vacuum cleaner, plugging it into the water and messing with it.

"You're gonna have to move your hands so that we can wash you," the nearer girl said. "You don't want to go home smelling like a fish bowl, do you? Now come on, don't be shy." Chad noticed that both girls were a whole head taller than him. He stubbornly clung to his genitals, trying to keep his back away from them so his bare butt wasn't visible, a task that became impossible when the twin with the bar of soap began circling him, looking him over critically.

"You're a mess," she said as she circled behind him. Chad squeezed his butt tightly, as if by closing it he could deny her a view. She wrinkled her nose. "You stink, too."

The twin with the brush patted it against her open hand. "Come on, little fellow. Put your hands at your sides so Grandpa can hose you down." Chad stubbornly kept his genitals covered. He'd already been viewed by too many girls today – he was determined he wasn't adding these two to the list! He was shocked by the sudden throb of an electric pump and by being hit in the chest by a blast of cold water at high speed. The force of it stung his skin as it peeled the mud off of him, revealing pink skin beneath and rapidly cleaning off his chest.

The thrum stopped a moment. "Pressure washer," old Mr. Winston chortled. "Really stings the hide, doesn't it, youngster." He circled to Chad's left and the spray lasted out again, knocking mud of the side of Chad's face and blowing his hair wildly as it stung his neck and the back of his head. Chad reached up instinctively to protect his head, and the spray shifted to his genitals, the water pelting his sensitive scrotum and stinging the tip of his penis. Chad clapped both hands over the area to protect it, causing Mr. Winston to shift to his stomach.

And so it went on, with Mr. Winston spraying an area, Chad responding by clapping hands over that area, Mr. Winston spraying an area he left exposed, Chad protecting it, and so on. In about a minute, most of the mud was off of Chad's front and he switched to the back. As Chad stood protecting his balls, Mr. Winston managed to aim the nozzle at his butt crack from only about 2 feet away and play it down between his small buns. Chad squealed and squeezed his butt tightly as the water forced its way between his buns, stinging all the way into his crack and even forcing its way into his butt hole when it played over it and then and down between his legs. When he clapped both hands over his butt, Mr. Winston merely washed down his back and the back of his head. When Chad reached up to protect his stinging scalp, Mr. Winston went back to his lower butt and washed down the back of his legs. Finally, mercifully, the stinging flow of water ceased.

"That's good enough to start with," Mr. Winston said to the twins. "Soap him down and scrub him!" The girls responded with vigor, descending on Chad from two sides, one soaping and the other scrubbing everywhere he left unprotected. Chad tried to protect his genitals again, so they pried his butt apart and rammed the soap deeply in between his buns, then scrubbed so vigorously his butt crack began stinging painfully. He reached back to block the brush, only to have his hands seized by the brush wielding twin and held behind his back as her sister liberally soaped his genitals, raising a thick lather and causing his half hard penis to rise in throbbing erection. She then picked up the brush her twin had dropped and spread the lather from his genitals upward to soap his chest and scrub his entire front from neck to toes.

Chad was held tightly by her sister during this process, who had finally trapped both his wrists in one hand and seized his hair with the other, immobilizing his head so her sister could scrub his face and neck. She then put Chad in a half nelson so that her sister could lather his hair. By this point, soap was stinging Chad's eyes, so he was forced to close them. As he could no longer see to resist the washing, he slumped and let the girls do as they wished, one holding his arms while the other made another pass over his body liberally soaping everything, but paying special attention to his underpants region. The brush was then applied all over his body, leaving it pink and shining, and the twin wielding it finishing with a scrubbing of his genitals that left Chad rock hard and yearning.

Then he was released, but before he even realized he was free, the stinging spray came again, playing over his body from top to bottom, stinging his genitals and invading his nether regions once again. The spray stopped and he opened his eyes, having to blink to clear them and focus. The two girls were staring at his genitals and smirking at his throbbing hard on. Chad clapped both hands over it to make a covering tent, but Mr. Winston grasped them roughly and put them behind his head. "Your ma warned me you couldn't keep your hands off your pecker," he said roughly, "and now I believe it! Now stop acting like an animal – there are young ladies present!" He squeezed Chad's wrists for emphasis and then released him.

"That's all right, Grandpa," the twin who had held him said condescendingly. "He's just a little guy, and they don't know any better. The boys I baby sit for have their hands on their little things every time you change them, and even the older ones have their hands in their pajamas when we're watching TV or I'm reading them bedtime stories."

"Yeah," her twin replied. "Their little things get hard, and they don't even know what they're for. I mean, look at him – he doesn't even have a hair on him, and his thing's barely more than an inch long! Now if a real, grown up boy was looking like that it would be gross, but on little guys like this it's kind of cute! He probably hasn't even had an orgasm yet!"

Chad couldn't keep silent in the face of this humiliating barrage. "Have, too!" he retorted. "I have them all the time! And it's not that little, it's two inches long! Look, get a ruler and I'll prove it to you!"

"We have no more time for this kind of nonsense, youngster," Mr. Winston said. He flung a worn, threadbare towel at Chad. "Dry yourself, but keep your hands away from your pecker! I don't want you playing your dirty games in front of my grands, even if all of the other little boys do it all the time! I'd say that now that the works done t's time to get you home. Your Ma will want to punish you some more before bedtime, I'm sure."

As if on cue, just as Chad finished wiping himself down, carefully keeping his back to the girls as he dried his toes so as to at least keep his butt crack and shy little butt hole hidden, Tommy and Jesse showed up in the back yard to cuff his hands behind him and lead him home. It was late enough that all the kids were in from the street, so it was in silence that they walked back in their own house.

Tommy led Chad to the toilet. So tired he could barely stand, Chad had no problem peeing copiously in front of the two boys. They then walked him upstairs and down the hall to his cell. Once inside, his cuffs were removed and he was ordered to lie down on his back. Jesse tied the leg restraints tightly around his ankles, and Tommy tied his arms on either side of his head at the top of the cot. Chad was looking forward to blessed sleep by that point, but of course that wasn't going to happen yet.

First, Tommy stripped off his pants and underpants, now no longer shy in front of Jesse, and straddled Chad on his cot, face to crotch. He gripped Chad's scrotum just tightly enough to get his message across, then lowered his genitals toward his tired brother's face. Chad, having no choice, took his brother's penis in his mouth for the second time that afternoon, working hard at tonguing it to hasten his orgasm as his brother humped his face. His hands fluttered against the restraints – he felt so much more helpless this way! His own penis throbbed untouched and unfulfilled. His brother soon climaxed and withdrew, leaving only his taste behind, and stepped back into his underpants as Jesse stripped his own pants and underpants off, his curved little dick shining pinkly against the room light. He quickly assumed the same position as Tommy but was more animated and considerably noisier, thrusting his smaller penis twice as rapidly and occasionally becoming so energetic he pulled completely out of Chad's mouth and had to guide himself back in with his right hand. He humped Chad's mouth like a sex- starved Billy goat, whooping as he had his little dry cum at the older boy's expense. Without speaking to Chad, they pulled on underpants and left carrying their pants under their arms, turning out the light as they went.

It was pitch black in the room after that, and Chad quickly drifted off to sleep. Some time later, though, he suddenly came awake. He tried to move his hands and found them bound, only gradually remembering he was tied to his bunk and being punished. There was something moving in the room – he could hear breathing and sensed someone crouched by his cot. For a moment, the little boy in him made him think of monsters from under the bed, but the reason asserted itself and he realized it must be a family member or a visitor, come to torment him in his sleep. "Tommy?" he asked quietly. "Beth? Mom?"

The barely sensed figure didn't answer, but the breathing continued. It was so dark in the room that Chad couldn't even tell if it was a large or small person, a boy or girl or woman. Suddenly his heart lurched as a small, feminine hand grasped his thigh and gently moved up until it was against his wrinkled scrotum. He cringed, expecting punishment and sudden pain, but the hand traced around his scrotum gently and sensitively, gradually traveling upward to his erect, throbbing, unfulfilled penis. It gently explored the organ, circling the head several times and bringing a longing ache to Chad's groin. His hips contracted involuntarily, ramming his erection toward the hand.

"Karen?" Chad asked.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh," the unseen figure responded. The hand moved down to the base of his penis and paused there. There was a shift, and then delicious wetness enclosed Chad's organ as a warm mouth sucked him in eagerly and began moving up and down it, taking it all in each time. He could feel the soft tongue licking as the mouth enclosed him. A tooth scraped him now and then, detracting from the pleasure of the rest of the contact. Now he understood why Tommy was so adamant about keeping his teeth back, it really spoiled the sensation.

"Careful with your teeth," he hissed. The figure didn't respond, but the mouth shifted and the tooth scraping stopped. Chad was able to relax, then, and lose himself in the sensations. His hips, not bound, began thrusting almost immediately after that, and within seconds he was grunting loudly through the most toe-curling orgasm he'd ever had. The mouth slowed and stopped, then the fingers circled his penis and squeezed, traveling to the tip, sluicing saliva off of him. He felt tissues sponge off his privates gently, leaving them dry and sated. The figure shifted and then was gone, the door closing behind it before he could twist his head to catch a glimpse of the figure as it left.

Chad lay on his cot, amazed. It had to be Karen – Beth would never be that caring, and besides, she was his sister! He felt an incredible sense of well-being. Yes, he was going to be punished, humiliated, and do hard labor tomorrow and Sunday, and get his little butt blistered and his balls beaten and probably end up sucking off a few dozen boys on Monday, and he'd be lucky if they didn't shove something painful up his butt, but right now the world was a pleasant, happy place.

It seemed moments later that Chad woke with a start from a sound sleep. The room light was glaringly bright, and Beth was chanting, "Wakey, wakey!" in chirpy tones. Chad tried to roll over and discovered that he was still tied to the bed, with nothing covering him and his bare body on display.

"What time is it," he muttered.

"It's 5:30, and it's wakey time," Beth replied. She reached over and batted his erect penis, pointing almost at his face. "Good, you're still hard! Remember what I said – no cumming for you unless I allow it! Karen edged into the small cell made by his mother's bookcases in the bigger room and started unhooking his leg restraints. Upon hearing his sister's words, Chad smiled at Karen and winked, knowing that only the two of them were aware of how wrong his sister was. She smiled back at him warmly and reached across, removing his other leg restraint. Beth removed his arm restraints, and Chad sat up, hunching over his erection. Man, he really had to pee, and his hard on meant everybody knew it. It was just one of the many ways this being bare all the time sucked.

"Do you have to pee," Beth asked, smiling warmly at Chad.

"Yes," Chad admitted.

"Do you need to go right now, or can it wait?" she continued.

"I need to go now," Chad responded, rising from his cot, his penis at full mast and upwardly angled as it bobbed.

"Too bad," Beth said cheerfully. "Because you're getting pee training again this morning. You have to run completely around our block four times before you're allowed to go. I'm going to watch you from the corner down the street, and Karen is going to go now to the opposite corner, so that one of us can see you at all times. If you stop running or stop to pee, Mom gave us two different punishments we can impose that won't mark your body but that will be very painful. You don't want to know what they are, although I have a feeling you'll be finding out before the weekend is over." She handed Chad a ball of socks and his tennis shoes. "You get to wear these for your run, nothing else."

Chad looked at her dumbfounded. "But people will see me," he said plaintively.

"I doubt many people are up at 5:30 in the morning on a Saturday, but yes, those who are will see you. Don't worry, your little things are so small they'll hardly notice. But the longer you stand here, the more people will be up," Beth said with a smirk.

Hastily, Chad pulled on socks and slipped into shoes. Bending down to tie them meant exposing his butt hole to Beth, who waited until he was just tightening the final bow and then suddenly poked the center of his hole sharply with her finger tip, shouting "Got ya!" at the same time. Chad jumped, clapping both hand over his butt crack. She immediately gave his erect penis a yank, steering him into the hall.

The September morning was cold on Chad's naked skin as they left the yard. Karen had already gone to her post on the opposite side of the block. Beth slapped Chad's butt. "Get going," she said. "Remember, 4 times around, nonstop, and no peeing!"

Chad took of at a lope, his penis bouncing disconcertingly with each step, the need to pee a burning ache in his loins. He rounded the first corner, startled and embarrassed to see a figure of a girl on the far corner. Then he realized it was only Karen, leaning against a tree and watching his progress. He was panting by the time he loped by her and started down the next block with her eyeing his bobbing butt cheeks as he ran. He was getting winded by the time he rounded the next corner. He really had gotten out of shape! He could see Beth at the far end, watching him, so he forced himself to run on, passing her panting and starting up his home block. He passed the house without incident, Beth shouting, "Step it up, brat," as he receded down the block. As he approached Karen on his second lap, she called out, "How's it going?" and he panted "Okay" and went on. His penis was still erect and bobbing, owing mainly to the burning need to pee that still made his loins ache.

As he rounded the third corner and caught sight of Beth again, he almost stopped in embarrassment. There were two kids much shorter than her standing beside her, looking avidly up the street toward him. As he approached, he saw it was two of the Bascomb kids, a boy and a girl, as usual with smudged faces and dirty clothes. Both were laughing and pointing at his bobbing penis as he approached, the girl reaching out and batting it sideways as he passed, the boy following him for about 10 paces, giving his butt a few light smacks while saying, "go, go, go!"

By the time he rounded the next corner, mercifully out of their sight, his lungs were burning and his legs were tired. Karen, thankfully, was still standing alone as he approached. "Hang in there," she called as he went by. Chad was so tired he could barely nod as he passed. He hadn't run this far continuously in a long time! He plodded down the far block, dreading turning the next corner and encountering Beth and the Bascombs again.

As he turned the next corner, his spirits dropped further. There were now a cluster of kids on the corner – at least 6 of them! As he got closer, he was able to recognize individuals. Besides the two dirty Bascomb brats and Beth, there were two girls and a boy watching him pant his way towards them. Celeste Garcia, despite her ethnic name a short, light-skinned girl of about 14 with light brown hair, was gawking at his bouncing genitals as he approached, unable to take her eyes off of them. Little Edwin Saris and his sister, 11 and 12, were smirking at his nudity, Edwin with a superior smile, his sister with wide eyes. As Chad approached, he heard Edwin comment to his sister, "See, I told you it was smaller than mine is hard!"

"Yeah, but yours disappears when it's soft," she replied loudly. So does mine, Chad thought to himself. If he wasn't already thoroughly flushed from running he'd have flushed more. Gee, whiz, his wiener was as big as it ever gets, and little kids still comment on how small it is! He turned the corner and started up the block, the Bascomb kids racing along on either side of him again, this time the girl giving his wiener a quick pull while the boy urged him along with little slaps to the center of his left butt cheek. They soon tired of following and pulled up, as Chad loped by his house, still quiet in the early morning hours.

Still a complete circuit to go, Chad thought to himself, his lungs burning, his legs leaden, and a pain developing in his side. He wondered idly why Edwin Saris' sister knew what size his erect penis was. Did he go around showing it to her? Did she drift casually into the bathroom when he was taking a shower and look at him, or watch him pee? She said she'd seen it hard! Of course, boys wake up with hard ons every day, but do they let their sisters see them? He and Tommy sure didn't! He couldn't even imagine voluntarily showing himself to his sister, which was part of the reason he hated being naked in front of her now, not to mention all the other kids who'd seen his normally private regions. He rounded the upper block corner panting violently, the ache in his side intensifying. He was relieved to see Karen still standing alone on the other corner. It seemed to take him forever to labor up to where she was standing. He staggered to the tree she was leaning on and collapsed against it, holding his side.

"Cant. Go. On," he panted. "Hurts. Too.
almost doubled over with the side stitch.

Much."

He was

Karen stepped to support him, easing him upright again, urging him to breath more deeply and not in such short gasps. She massaged his side. "You can't stay here long," she said. "Beth will notice if you're too long getting back. Now breath deeply, and finish your lap, and then she'll let you use the bathroom."

"Can't. Wait," Chad panted. "Got. To. Go. Now!"

"No," Karen said firmly, grasping his penis by the tip, squeezing off his outlet. "Don't even think about it. Beth has this thing – well, I'm not going to tell you what she has, but she'll use it on you if you go now, or before she says you can go. And she'll know if you go now, because you'll be empty when she lets you go. Now hurry up, get going down the block. I like you – I don't want you to suffer any more than you have to."

She shoved him away, and he limply started down the block. After a few steps he looked back. "Thanks," he said, gaping. "And thanks for last night."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she said. "Now don't stop, keep going until you reach the end."

Still in pain and completely exhausted, Chad paced down the rest of the block. His penis still burned at the base with pee urgency that had spread to the tip, and it stubbornly refused to go down, its small helmeted head curved slightly upward as it pointed his way with each step. He thought about Karen's response briefly. It was so neat the way she had defied Beth and his mother by sneaking in to give him a blow job and then acted like nothing had happened. It made him feel like they were co-conspirators of a sort, kind of like spies working together. "I don't know what you're talking about," she'd said. It was so cute! He hoped she'd come visit him again that night!

This thought drove him down the block to the cluster of waiting children, now a mass of more than 10 jeering at his privates, making cat-calls, and reaching out to slap his butt or cop a feel as he passed on his way to his house. He cut across his lawn and plopped on the porch steps, doubled over his side stitch and gasping for air. Beth sauntered up, the gaggle of children following her. She watched Chad pant for more than a minute, as the stitch in his side eased and he began to unbend. He kept his legs together with his genitals trapped under them, to hide them from the watching children, who were still making crude remarks.

"This your new workout routine?" Edwin asked, smirking. "Or are you hoping that little thing will grow if it gets some sun?"

"Don't be so mean," his sister responded. For some reason, Chad couldn't seem to remember her name. "At least his is cute! Yours is all red and twisty! It looks like a dog dick!" Her brother took off after her, and she ran off shrieking in mock distress, easily outdistancing him.

"Get up," Beth said at length. "Put your hands back behind your head. Karen had arrived back from her post and was looking at him sympathetically. Seeing no other options, Chad slowly rose from the porch, his trapped wiener bouncing out at attention as he stood. He put his hands behind his head, dancing the age-old "I gotta pee" dance that all little boys instinctively do and all Moms learn to recognize.

"Still gotta pee?" Beth asked, batting his erect penis and getting hoots of laughter from the Bascombs as she did.

Chad looked at her, pained. "Of course I do," he said forcefully. "You haven't let me pee since I got up!"

Beth took Chad by the shoulders and marched him to a tree in the yard, turning him to face the street and the watching children. "Get down on all fours," she said.

"Why?" Chad asked.

"Just do it, or I'll go wake up Mom," Beth replied.

Chad complied, feeling ridiculous on his hands and knees in the wet, dew-covered grass. "Now walk on all fours over to the tree, lift you leg, and pee like a dog," Beth ordered.

"Here?" Chad asked. "In front of them?" He cursed himself as soon as the words left his mouth. Of course she meant for him to pee in front of them. She enjoyed humiliating him, and treating him like a pet dog was another form of humiliation. The pee burned the tip of his penis, trying to force its way out.

"Get over there right now and do it," Beth said impatiently. She picked up a broom handle that Chad had left laying in the hard where he'd been using it as a Ninja stick a few days before and used it to prod his exposed butt hole. Chad jumped in surprise at the sudden attack and scurried on all fours to the tree.

"Now lift your leg like a dog, and pee," Beth said, approaching and prodding his exposed hole again. The kids and quickly hurried to form a circle around him, some of them squatting down from the side where they could observe his genitals, others coming from behind where they could see the action between his legs. Feeling like a complete fool, Chad tentatively lifted his left leg by the tree.

"Higher!" Beth commanded. "Get it way up where everyone can see everything!"

Chad strained to life the leg higher, gasping with the effort.

"Good, now pee!" Beth ordered, prodding his anus so hard that it hurt. Chad squawked and lost voluntary bladder control at that moment, pee rushing out of his erection and spattering of the tree, much of it bouncing back to wet down his legs, crotch, and stomach. He couldn't, for the life of him, close off the flow, which continued until it slowed to a dribble and stopped. Beth flicked his erect organ with her pole, shaking off the last drops.

"Good boy," she said, smirking, milking his humiliation. "Good boy! Now that you've made your wee-wees, you can stand up and we'll go in for breakfast."

The surrounding children burst into applause at his performance as Chad grudgingly stood up and, at Beth's command, put his hands behind his neck and bowed to the crowd. His little penis was rapidly shrinking with shame, retreating into his body so that by the time he straightened up after bowing low it was just a small, one-holed button against his plum of a scrotum. He could still hear the Bascomb boy making fun of his privates as they retreated around the house to the back yard.

Beth put Chad in front of the patio drain to quickly hose the pee off of him, then dried him with an old beach towel that was nearly threadbare and marched him to the kitchen. There she set him to peeling potatoes and then frying them for breakfast along with sausages while she and Karen stirred up pancakes. The grease from the skillet popped alarmingly, an occasional sting on his chest or stomach of hot grease making the task perilous. As the girls refused his request for an apron, he stood in constant fear of the next spatter landing on his penis tip or some other vulnerable spot. By the time the food was ready, Tommy and Jesse had drifted in sleepily, and shortly their mother joined them. Chad again was posted at his mother's side, running to get various condiments and to pass dishes, salivating copiously while everyone else ate. Finally, the company pronounced themselves full and Chad was ordered to clean up and put the food away, which he did as Beth and Karen watched and gossiped about girl things that didn't interest Chad in the least.

After he'd washed the table, Beth set a bowl down threw three slices of bread in it, than took milk from the refrigerator and poured it in, saturating the bread. "Eat," she ordered. "Mom says this is your breakfast, and that you have to eat it all." She handed Chad a spoon. He looked dubiously at the soppy bread. "I'm not hungry," he said peevishly.

Beth had drifted around behind Chad as he was looking at the bowl. Suddenly there was a tingle of fire in the center of his left buttock. He dropped the spoon he'd been holding and grabbed his butt. "Owwwwwwww!" he complained, looking at Beth. She was holding a short metal rod with two buttons on one end.

"Like it?" she asked nastily. "It's just a modified cattle prod that Mom got from a bailiff she knows. It gives you a nasty shock wherever I touch you with it and push the button. The current is adjustable on a scale of 1 to 10. I just gave you a 3. Would you like to feel a 5 on your butt hole, or maybe a 7 on your little dingus? Because that's what's going to happen if you don't eat, or if you disobey me in any other way today!"

She waived the prod toward the crack in Chad's butt. Chad quailed and grabbed the spoon, shoveling in bread and milk as fast as he could. Once he'd started into it, it really wasn't that bad, and he was starving! He ate it all and then tipped up the bowl and drank the dregs. Beth then had him clean up, and ushered him into the living room, where Karen rubbed sun screen all over his body, taking special care with his genitals, the result being that he was fully erect again by the time she was done and aching for more of her touch.

The rest of the morning Chad worked in the back yard, with the sun beating on his bare skin and sweat pouring off his body. First, Beth had him move the entire contents of the compost pile from one bin to another, making him use a trash can lid to move the moist, rotting vegetation and his hands to shift the materials. He was plastered with a combination of stinking cow manure and rotten vegetation by the time he'd finished. To keep him hydrated, she insisted he stop to drink warm water every 15 minutes, resulting in a powerful need to pee by mid morning that she forced him to ignore for more than an hour, until finally allowing him to pee into the patio drain when he'd finished moving the pile. The she'd hosed him off and had Karen soap him down before rinsing him, reapplied his sun screen, and put him to work trimming hedges in the front yard. Although he was mostly sheltered from the street behind the hedges, the neighborhood kids quickly spotted him and followed him the rest of the morning as he carried piles of prickly branches to trash bins and was forced to bend down repeatedly, often to find himself poked between the butt cheeks by the little Bascomb girl, who had found Beth's stick and was emulating her. Chad was exhausted by noon, when Beth called him into the house to serve them the lunch they'd prepared.

Again Chad had to watch, salivating, as his family ate hamburgers and chips. Then he was forced to clean up, after which he received his meal, this time a bowl of cold corn meal mush his mother had prepared earlier, and some more cold boiled spinach. The mush might have been cold, gritty, and tasteless, but Chad still welcomed it, his enthusiasm increased in part by Beth standing nearby, passing the prod from one hand to the other and pressing it to his butt or into his butt crack periodically but not pressing the button on it. Her encouragement was essential when he got to the cold spinach, which had a gelatinous, gloppy consistency that was hard to force down. When he hesitated too long looking at it, Beth poked the end of his button penis with the prod but didn't push the power button, almost scaring the pee out of him right there at the table, and he hastened to force the contents of the bowl down.

After Chad had cleaned up his dish, Beth brought him to the living room. "Here he is, Mom," she said. She turned to Chad. "You should be happy, you're not going to have to work this afternoon. Mom's got a special activity planned for you instead!"