Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 8

Chad's Anger Management Training Chapter 8
by Chadlad

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Chapter 8: Tommy Takes Charge

Tommy took Chad by the arm and pulled, Chad following helplessly up the stairs, in a daze, still trying to absorb the implications of what his mother had said. At the top of the stairs Tommy turned them out of sight into the hall, then stopped and let go of Chad's arm. "Put your hands up against the wall," he ordered. "Why?" asked Chad. "Just do it, big brother. Or do I have to call Mom?" Hesitantly, Chad placed both hands against the wall of the hall. "Now keep your hands there and don't move," Tommy continued. Chad did so. Tommy reached to either side of Chad's waist and began tugging down his underpants.

"Hey," Chad gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Hands on the wall," Tommy ordered, continuing to tug. "I couldn't see you well downstairs – I said before I want to look at your butt, and that's what I'm going to do." He pulled Chad's underpants over his painfully sore butt until they were just below the curve of Chad's bottom and his genitals were bared to the cool hall air. Chad grimaced as the rough material of the punishment underpants he'd been given at school slid down his sore, blistered seat. Tommy looked at his brother's bare rump. "Boy, you really got walloped, didn't you?" he said appreciatively. "I wonder what it feels like to be all bare in front of everyone with some big adult whopping your butt. Bet it hurts." He traced his fingers up both sides of Chad's butt, causing Chad to jerk forward, away from his touch. "Hold still, I said," Tommy said sharply, continuing to trace his fingers over the small blisters in the center of each of Chad's buns. Chad endured the exploration stoically, wincing slightly when Tommy pressed harder, cupping each bun in his hands, then slowly explored the surface of his brother's exposed bottom.

"Turn around, bratty brother," Tommy ordered.

"Why," asked Chad.

"'Cause I said to, that's why," Tommy replied. Chad turned around, lowering his hands to cup his bare genitals. "None of that," Tommy said firmly, "Put your hands behind your head so they're out of my way," he ordered firmly. Chad slowly locked his hands behind his head, the position thrusting his groin toward his brother.

Suddenly and without warning, Tommy grasped Chad's small, tight scrotum with his fingertips, the way a boy might pick up a small ball from the floor, and began tugging him down the hall toward their room. "Hey, stop," Chad gasped, his hands flying to his crotch trying to dislodge the prying fingers. "That hurts!" Tommy just squeezed harder, causing Chad to have to stumble to keep up or suffer unspeakable pain in his most private parts.

They reached the door and Tommy released Chad's genitals, aiming him inside by a slap to his still bare bottom. "Get in our room and bend over your bed, brat," he ordered, as if Chad were 5 and he were Chad's long absent father. "I'm going to give you a good spanking to start with, just like Mom said to do."

Chad froze in the middle of the room. His underpants were still hanging just above his knees, and he was gingerly trying to soothe his abused scrotum where Tommy's fingernails had dug into the edges. Tommy shut the door firmly behind them. "I said," Tommy repeated, looking at Chad with an evil glint in his eye, "bend over the bed so I can give you a good spanking!" Chad just stood there staring dumbly at Tommy, gingerly holding his mistreated scrotum. Tommy reached out and slapped Chad's hand. "Get your hands away from your balls, you little pervert, and bend over the bed!" Tommy snapped. "Or I'll call Mom!" He paused the minute. "On second thought, take everything off first. I want you see you naked while I do this, just like everyone in your class got to see you naked today." When Chad still did not comply, Tommy reached for the door. "Guess I'm going to have to call Mom," he said threateningly. "It might be fun to see you get paddled right now, anyway."

"No, don't call Mom!" Chad begged. "Then get undressed, now," Tommy said. "I'm going to count to 20, and if you haven't taken everything off and bent over the bed by the time I get to 20, I'm calling Mom and telling her you're disobedient!" Almost at the point of tears, Chad grudgingly kicked off his shoes and socks. Bending over, he pulled his underpants the rest of the way off in one motion, giving Tommy a quick glimpse of his puckered pinkish brown butt hole as he bent over. Straightening, he lifted the shirt over his head just as Tommy got to 15. Hurrying now, he laid across his bed, with his legs parallel with the floor, and his bare butt upturned and vulnerable.

Tommy looked at the situation critically. His brother looked very small and vulnerable lying on his stomach with his bare bottom upturned, but he wasn't happy with his brother's position. "I want your butt up high where I can smack it good. It's not high enough," he finally concluded. "Get up." Chad stood back up again, while Tommy took the two pillows off of Chad's bed and put them on the side of the bed. He glanced at his big brother, noting for the first time how incredibly small and insignificant the older boy's private parts appeared at the moment. "Man, you have got a majorly small wiener," he commented critically. He really was amazed. He'd just naturally assumed that his big brother would have a penis and balls as big or bigger than his. The truth was shocking. Tommy realized that his genitals were actually bigger than his brother's. His wiener was a lot fatter, and his balls hung lower and were bigger as well. And he actually had a few hairs, whereas his brother's groin was completely smooth.

Actually, now that he thought about it, the rest of his brother wasn't actually any bigger than him. Tommy himself was big for his age, and Chad was the smallest boy in his class. Why, he could look his brother in the eye, and he weighed about the same. His mind returned to the business at hand. "Now get back down into position for your spanking," he ordered. Chad was trapped, having no choice but to obey. The pillows under his middle raised his bottom so that it was now higher than the rest of his body. As he settled himself on the pillows and lowered his head and chest to the bed, his body made a nice angle with his spanking area at the apex. His bottom spread apart slightly as he settled in, burying his head in his arms in shame.

"Perfect," Tommy said, eyeing Chad's butt from behind. He noted with satisfaction that with Chad positioned this way his entire butt was spread open and vulnerable. He walked over to the bed, climbed up, and straddled Chad's back, facing Chad's unprotected and obviously well-spanked butt. Taking both hands, he placed one on each of Chad's buns and pulled them apart as far as they would go. Leaning forward he inspected the boy's bare butt hole. "Good thing you wear clothes most of the time, big brother," Tommy teased. "You've got an ugly butt hole. I'd hate to have to look at it all the time." He released Chad's left bun, and with his right index finger traced the line that ran between Chad's butt hole and his tightly pursed nut sack. Continuing with his exploration, Tommy circled Chad's wrinkled bag, and then pushing harder probed each one of the nuts within it.

"Hey, stop that" Chad gasped. "You'll hurt me!"

"Quiet, you" Tommy said." Mom said I can do what I want with you, and this is what I want to do. Now hold still until I'm done. Or do you want me to start your spanking now?" The finger traced back up the line between Chad's buns again, finally settling again on the entrance to his tightly pursed butt hole. Chad could feel Tommy's fingertip pressing progressively harder against the center of his nether orifice until finally the tip of Tommy's index finger slipped in. "Gross," Tommy said. "It's all squishy and hot in there. I wonder if there's any poo in you?" He said playfully, laughing at his own scatological rhyme.

He wormed his finger further into Chad's orifice, causing increasingly more strident protests from Chad. "Hey. Hey! HEY! Stop that! That hurts!" Chad complained. He tried rocking Tommy off his back, but discovered to his chagrin that his brother had no problem holding him down. In response to Chad's protests, Tommy said nothing. He just shoved his index finger hard all the way in and rotated it around, probing Chad's insides thoroughly. Chad's protests subsided when it became clear that he was having no effect on his brother, and he endured Tommy's extended probing, only flinching occasionally, when Tommy's prods became unusually enthusiastic. It felt like his little brother was redeeming out his entire butt! Yet at the same time the probing made his wiener rock hard, and it twitched each time Tommy crossed a particular area inside of him. He could feel a tingle in his private parts each time Tommy's finger moved. He could feel pressure building inside him, just like it did when he handled his small penis himself in his bed at night. Just when he thought that he might get that tingly feeling and dry cum right on his bed any minute, Tommy, bored with torturing his brother in this way, withdrew his finger with a soft pop and inspected it thoroughly. "Hmmm, no poo that I can see. But your butt hole is still disgusting!" He wiped the mild dampness off of his finger on the insides of Chad's thighs, and straightened up, raising both hands over the older boy's unprotected butt.

"Now to give you a good spanking!" Tommy said.

"Nooooo," Chad begged. "Please don't spank me! I already got spanked twice today, and one was a paddling! My butt already hurts so bad! Besides," Chad said, hoping to get a little sympathy from his brother, "You know Mom's gonna give me a big paddling after dinner, and she said you and sis get to help with that! It isn't fair that I get spanked so much in one day!"

"This isn't about being fair," Tommy said. "It's about revenge for all the bad things you've done to me in the past." On that final word, Tommy brought both hands sharply down on the centers of Chad's already well blistered bottom. Chad let out a little yelp. The centers of his buns were already on fire once again! His butt was so sore and tender that even his little brother could make it burn with one slap!

"Stop!" Chad begged. "That really hurts!"

"Good," Tommy said with satisfaction, raising both his hands again. "I've been told spankings are supposed to hurt!" He swiftly brought both hands down again in exactly the same place, bringing a louder yelp from Chad.

Chad tried begging again. "Come on, Tommy, please stop hitting me! It hurts a lot! Look, I'll do anything else! Just stop spanking me!" Tommy brought both hands down on Chad's unprotected buns in exactly the same spots once again, this time, bringing tears to Chad's eyes and causing a squeal of pain. "Owwwwwww! That hurts!" Chad said with a sob in his voice.

"Man, you're such a baby," Tommy said with contempt. "I just started your spanking, and you're crying already!"

Once again, Tommy brought both hands down, putting all of his upper body into it this time. Chad arched his back and let out a squeal. "Owwwwwwwwww! Owww! Owww! Please stop, Tommy! Look, I'll do anything else you want, but stop spanking my butt!"

Tommy hesitated in the middle of his next swing. "Anything?" He asked.

"Anything," Chad sobbed. "Just stop."

"Would you play with wiener in front of me?" Tommy almost whispered. Chad hesitated, shocked by the request. In response, Tommy brought both hands down on Chad's butt as hard as he could.

"OWWWWWWWW!" bawled Chad. "Okay, okay!" he said through sobs. "I'll do it. I'll do it."

"What will you do?" Tommy said, acting the innocent. "You have to say it yourself." He slammed both hands down on Chad's rapidly reddening butt again to make his point.

"Owwwwwwwwww! Owww! Owww! Owww!" Chad sobbed. "I'll play with my wiener in front of you," Chad managed to gasp between sobs.

Tommy spanked him again with both hands, enjoying his ability to make his brother cry like a two-year-old. "Until you squirt?" he asked innocently, as Chad tried to control his crying.

Chad didn't answer for a moment. Finally he swallowed down the lump in throat. "I can't," he said, almost inaudibly.

"You can't play with yourself? Don't give me that. I've seen you jerking away at yourself under the covers when you thought I wasn't awake. You do it all the time," Tommy said indignantly. He gave his brother another double slap.

"Owwww! Owwww! Stop it, Tommy," Chad pleaded.

"Not until you say you'll do it," Tommy replied, raising his hands again.

"Nooooo! Don't hit me again! That isn't what I mean," Chad blurted in a panic. Tommy paused, his arms upraised. "I mean….. what I mean is …. I can't squirt."

Tommy dropped his arms, stunned. "You can't squirt," he said in surprise.

Chad buried his head in his arms. "No, I can't," he said in a muffled voice. "I mean, I've tried doing it every way I can think of, and it always feels good like it's supposed to, but nothing comes out."

"You're a dry cummer!" Tommy said with glee. "I can't believe it – my big brother is a dry cummer!" He got off of Chad and began dancing around the room with glee. "I'm going to tell everyone at school that you can't cum yet!"

Chad raised his head from his arms and looked at his brother over his shoulder. "You can't, either," he said indignantly. "After all, you're a year and a half younger than me!'

"Can so," Tommy said, grinning. "I only make clear stuff, and only a little, but I can do it. And you're still a dry cummer! Just wait until I tell all the girls in your class!" He climbed astride his brother again, forcing his upper body back down on the bed.

"Come on, Tommy," Chad pleaded. "Please don't tell people! It's private!"

"They probably can guess anyway from looking at you," Tommy replied, leaning forward and poking at his brother's gently swaying little penis from between his legs. "I mean, you don't even have any hairs, and your wiener looks like a Vienna sausage! Anyone who sees you naked would guess you can't cum! I should have guessed it as soon as you took you pants off. And heck," he added meanly, "practically everyone has seen you with your pants off."

"Come on, Tommy," Chad tried again. "I'm your brother. Look I'm asking you not to tell. I do stuff for you, so do this for me."

"What stuff do you do for me?" Tommy asked evenly. Chad racked his brain for a minute. Darn, he couldn't think of anything he'd done for Tommy lately that Tommy would care about. He looked back at his brother helplessly.

"Well, how about if you promise to do something for me instead," Tommy ventured slyly.

"Like what? Like do your chores?" Chad asked.

"Like suck me," Tommy said, almost in a whisper.

"Do what?" Chad said, not sure he'd heard right.

"Suck me," Tommy whispered again. "And if you tell Mom, or anyone else, I'll tell Mom, you were disobedient and made it all up, and then she'll give you a big paddling! And I'll tell all your friends you're a dry cummer."

"I'm not gonna suck you, you little pervert! What are you, some kind of queer?" Chad asked indignantly.

Tommy's response was to raise both hands and bring them crashing down on his brother's bottom. "Owwwww!" Chad gasped. "Okay, Tommy! Don't spank me any more. Look, I'll play with myself, just like I said, but don't spank me any more. It really hurts!"

Tommy raised both hands and smacked his brother's butt again, aiming for exactly the same place he'd just hit. Chad kicked his legs and yelped in pain. He started pleading. "Come on, Tommy. I don't want to suck you. It's gross. It's where your pee comes out." He tried to think of other arguments that might sway his brother. "Look, don't make me do it," he finished lamely.

"That's exactly why I'm going to make you do it, because you don't want to," Tommy said, raising his hands again. Chad flinched. "Besides, you may not like doing it, but I'm pretty sure that I'll like it. So I'm either going to sit here like this and beat your butt the rest of the afternoon, or you're going to get up, play with yourself until you do your little dry cum, and then suck me. So what's it going to be, bratty brother," he asked, looking inquiringly at Chad. "Are you going to do it, or do I spend the afternoon beating your butt!" For emphasis, he brought both hands crashing down on his brother's bare butt, harder than before. Chad whined and drummed his toes against the floor, trying to drive out the terrible sting of his brother's vigorous two-handed slaps. Tommy raised his hands calmly once again. "Look, I've got all afternoon to spank you, bratty brother," he threatened. "Only you can make it stop. Now say you'll play with yourself and then suck me, or prepare yourself for a whole lot more of these." He faked bringing his arms down only to stop just above his brother's unprotected bottom, laughing as his brother flinched violently.

"All right," Chad conceded. He couldn't take any more of those two-handed spanks, with all of Tommy's weight behind them. "I'll do it. Just stop spanking me!" Tommy arose and jumped off Chad. His brother got up painfully, reaching back to soothe his aching posterior. Tommy slapped his hands. "No trying to rub away my hard work," he ordered. "I spanked your disgusting little butt and I want it to feel spanked! Now stand over here in front of my bed!"

Tommy seated himself comfortably on the side of his own bed. Cautiously, Chad got into the position Tommy had specified, still looking small and vulnerable with no clothes on, especially now that he had trails of tears sliding down his cheeks. Defeated, and acutely aware of his still burning butt, he awaited his next instructions. They weren't long in coming. "All right," Tommy said, grinning. "Get to it. Rub your little wiener, just like you do when you're in bed. You know," he added, enjoying his ability to taunt his brother, "it's no wonder it's so small, the way you're always trying to wear it down. Seems like you've got your hands on that thing half the night! Now get started!" Chad hesitated, unable to bring himself to do this most private of things in front of his leering brother. Finally, Tommy started to lose his patience. "Look, Chad, you either start rubbing yourself right now, or I'm going to call Mom and tell her you hit me!"

"But I didn't hit you," Chad said in surprise. "I didn't even touch you!"

"Who do you think she's gonna believe, me, her favorite son, or her son the hitter?" Tommy asked reasonably. Trapped, Chad hesitantly brought his right hand up to his small genitals and seized the drooping head of his penis between his thumb and his forefinger. Slowly he tugged on the flaccid member, trying to get it to harden. After half a minute passed with no visible change, Tommy lost patience. "Pull on that thing like you mean it," he ordered. "I'm going to count to 20, and if you're not hard by 20 and whacking away like you really mean it, I'll just put you back over the bed and spank you the rest of the afternoon. Then your butt will be good and sore by the time it's time from Mom and us to spank you."

Genuinely frightened now, Chad began masturbating like he had never masturbated before. He circled his finger rapidly around the head of his small member, yanking it out and desperately trying to get it to harden. To his surprise, the fear seemed to help – he could feel himself responding. Soon it was jutting straight out from his body to its full 2 inches. He changed his technique, circling it with his thumb and forefinger and stroking vigorously from base to tip, growing more excited as he did it. Although it was very embarrassing having his little brother watch him while he played with himself, it was also exciting. Somehow, the more contemptuously that Tommy looked at him, the more excited he got. As he got more and more excited, right his hand moved more and more rapidly, until it was almost a blur stroking up and down the boy's short shaft. "Gee, look at you go at it!" Tommy said almost admiringly. "You really like me watching, don't you? Yet your wiener is so small! Is that all the bigger it gets? You wouldn't think a dinky wiener like yours would even work!"

He paused a minute to look at Chad more critically, eyeing the boy's tightly pursed scrotal patch. "Are you sure you can cum? Your balls look awful small! I'm not sure little boys like you can even dry cum." "Course I can cum," Chad grunted, panting with the effort of his vigorous stroking. "Good," said Tommy. "Tell me just before you cum, so I can watch." He kept his eyes fixated on his brother's rapidly moving hand and rock hard wiener. He noted Chad had begun clenching his buns together every few seconds, and grunting each time he did. "Are you close?" he asked. "Because if you cum without telling me," he said, "then you're going to regret it!" Chad did not ask just what Tommy meant by that, but he assumed it would be something diabolical and unpleasant for him. He made no reply, but just nodded once and continued stroking his wiener furiously. He suddenly clenched his buttocks tightly and arched his body forward. "I'm gonna cum," he said through clenched teeth, thrusting his hips violently and squeezing his sore butt together repeatedly. The small head of his wiener pulsed, growing bigger with each thrust and shrinking between thrusts. Chad's hand slowed down and then stopped. He gave his rapidly shrinking wiener a final strong tug and then let his hand fall to his side. He stood there panting, a bit weak in the knees. "I never came like that before," he admitted to Tommy. "It was like the best ever!"

"I guess that little thing of yours can cum, bratty brother," Tommy said, eyeing the his brother's now soft penis. "But I was right, you can't squirt!"

"I never said I could," Chad said. "Stop rubbing it in."

Tommy glanced over at the clock on the wall. "It's only 4:30, bratty brother," he said nastily. "We're not supposed to go down for dinner and your big spanking until seven. That gives me lots of time to punish you some more! Let me see now," he paused, appearing to be thinking. "What is that I should have you do next?" He gazed around the room appearing to be deep in thought.

He knows perfectly well what he wants me to do next, Chad thought to himself. Tommy looked up and down his naked brother's body, noting with interest that Chad's small penis, although flaccid, had remained as long as it was in his erect state, and that the head of it was still swollen from his recent masturbatory activities. Chad shifted uncomfortably as his brother stared fixedly at his crotch. He hated boys looking at his genitals. He hated changing in public changing rooms, and he hated having to pee next other boys in the boy's bathroom. Knowing they were looking over the top of the urinal at his own small equipment, just as he was looking at their more impressive organs, had always made him feel inadequate. Having to stand before his baby brother, a brother who could spank him at will, with everything on display was utterly humiliating. Now that the excitement of orgasm was over, he blushed with shame over the memory. His little brother had watched him jerk himself off! And he'd seen him dry cum! He was filled with humiliation, thinking what a picture he must have presented to his brother with his hand flying up and down his little penile shaft while he pumped his hips and clenched his butt and grunted like a pig. Tommy brought his thoughts back to the present. "Now let's see," Tommy said. "I believe there was something you were going to do for me. Now what was it?" Faking thoughtfulness, he stroked his chin. "It seems to me that I remember someone promising he'd suck someone's wiener."