Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 00:11:09 -0400
From: Pete Marenga <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paddle for Little Brother - Chapter 1

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PADDLE FOR LITTLE BROTHER - CHAPTER 2
by Pete Marenga
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My little brother Brian and I got along better than most, I
think.  At this stage of our family life, we had two older
sisters who were married and out of the house, so it was just
me and Brian.  And when my parents said, "Tony and Brian love
each other," we rolled our eyes and acted like most brothers
who hate hearing that stuff, but I guess we loved each other
the way brothers are supposed to.  The problem that I had was,
my 13-year-old little brother was a big pain in the butt, and
didn't know it.

At 16, I needed more privacy than Brian seemed to understand.
I liked to jack off without my brother knocking on my door, or
calling my name.  I also wanted to have my friends over
without Brian butting in.  I was NOT getting what I wanted.

From the time Brian was a toddler, everyone said how cute he
was.  This brings up the other problem:  Brian never outgrew
that cuteness.  I don't think he has a big head about it, he
just stayed cute.  No, that's wrong, he got cuter as he grew
up.

I was good looking, but Brian had a baby face that melted
people.  Combined with his classic features, thin muscled
body, deep blue eyes, and very light brown hair, he was easily
the cutest kid most people had ever seen.

That was another problem:  When I needed to be alone, I wanted
to shove Brian away and tell him to get the hell out of my
room, but I couldn't--he was so cute.  I wasn't sure if I was
gay, but I knew I was attracted to him.  Not just attracted, I
jacked off thinking about him most of the time.

So I end up trying to be nice to him, and gently tell him
'this is big brother Tony's time to be alone,' or with
friends, or I'd try to get him interested in something else.
I know that's probably wrong, because I already have a ton of
guilt with my sexual feelings for Brian, and I dread the time
when he starts to mature, because I don't think I could
forgive myself if I ever did anything sexual with him that
would scar him somehow.  Brian tried to cooperate, but he just
seemed to be drawn to me and whatever I was doing.

I should be tougher with him.  It would be so much easier if I
could distance myself from Brian; so much easier if I could
just tell him, 'Get the fuck out of my room and don't come
back,' --but I can't.

I see Brian naked once in a while, when he's stepping in or
out of the shower, running late, and I'm brushing my teeth.
So I know he's a little behind the normal growth curve for his
age.  He's little for 13.  He has no hair anywhere below his
neck, and his dick looks small to me--so I'm pretty sure sex
doesn't exist for Brian.

He doesn't put himself on display, but he never tries to cover
himself at those times.  Brian drives me nuts--but I love him.

My friends are all on notice not to use foul language or say
bad things about my little brother when he's around.  And I've
already lost one friend, who said the whole situation with me
and my brother is ridiculous.  Anyway, all my buds know to
watch their mouths until Brian is out of earshot.

"Come on, Tony, do something!  Tell Brian to fuck off," my
friend Ron said about Brian."

"He's just a kid, I can't talk to him like that."  I hated
acting so defensive about Brian.

"How old is he, TEN?" Ron said, "You gotta be able to control
him."

"He's thirteen," I said.

"He's just a squirt!" Ron said.

"Quiet, Ron!" someone yelled.

"Tony--Ron's right!" Adam, my best friend said, "Maybe not
cuss at him, but--you know, your brother's a PAIN.  One good
punch, and he'll shut up.  And, he IS little, for thirteen."

"Punch?" I said, feeling pain as I said it.

"Ok," Ron said, "a slap, then.  Whatever."

Problem was, Brian was very innocent.  I thought he was a
pain, too, but a cute one.  There was no way I could hit my
little brother, and if I did, I'd be punished.  I kept giving
Brian pleading looks, leaning away from the others so they
couldn't see what I was doing.

Finally, Brian disappeared, and I had a good time with my
friends.

The next day, something happened that changed things, around
our house.  Dad left to take mom to our grandma's house--about
an hour's drive, each way.  He left us strict orders to clean
the kitchen and the 2 bathrooms, but Brian wanted me to help
him with his science project, so I did.  I lost track of time.

Dad came home, and we hadn't even started on the clean up job.
It was obvious he was pissed.

"I told you boys to clean!" dad roared.  "Is that the kind of
respect I get?  This shows you have no respect for your
father.  You haven't touched a lick of housework since I left.
Why didn't you?"

"Dad, I'm sorry," I started to explain.

"Tony said NOT to," Brian said.  I couldn't believe my ears.
I never said anything like that.

Dad lunged at me, and tackled me to the floor.  "Brian, go to
your room, right now!" he screamed in a rage.  Then, his
attention was directed at me.  "You're getting too big for
your britches, boy.  I never expected this from you, and I'm
going to make sure it never happens again.  And telling Brian
to disobey me, that's the lowest!"

"No, no!  Dad, I didn't say that."

But dad wasn't in a listening mood.  He had my pants down to
my knees in a second, and held me down with his hand.  Then I
heard a strange sound.  I turned to see him with his belt in
his hand.  I'd been spanked before, but never with a belt.

"You keep your face down on the floor, boy."

At the last moment, he yanked my boxers down, and he let me
have it.  He must have hit me for 10 minutes with that thing,
and it stung worse than anything I'd ever known.  I howled and
screamed.

The next thing I thought of was that Brian could hear me
screaming.  That was humiliating, and I felt anger well up
inside me.  Dad left the room and returned with a wooden
chair.  "Sit down, boy!"

I did, and screamed again.  "I can't.  It hurts too much."

"I said, SIT DOWN, or this belt will lick your ass twice as
hard."

It was torture.  He made me sit that way for fifteen minutes,
then led me to the corner, right outside his room.  I was
dying of embarrassment, holding my jeans up and trying to
walk.

"Strip, right here," he said.

"Dad, what--"

"Don't argue with me," he said, swinging the belt once more.
That time, he hit the back of my legs.  Five times.  I was
howling and in tears, as I took everything off.

"Face the corner, and I don't want to hear a peep out of you
until I come get you."

"Yes, dad."  Since I was right outside his room, he could hear
if I even breathed heavy.  The sting was awful.  My legs shook
as I stood there.  The injustice of this whole situation
burned into me as I stood naked, facing the corner.

Neither of us deserved to be punished, but I had taken a bad
beating because of Brian's lie.  This had never happened
before, and as I thought about Brian, the injustice was worse,
because I hadn't seen dad make any moves to punish him.  Just
then, dad poked his head out the door to check on me.

"Good, your ass is red as a beet," he said, and disappeared
back into his room.

Then, I just got mad.  I was mad at everyone, dad, Brian, even
myself.  I jumped when Brian showed up in the hallway.  He
looked scared as he took a good look at my bruises, and me
just standing there, naked.

Brian no sooner started to talk, when dad came out.  "Brian,"
he said, "go back to your room.  That's your punishment."

'Some punishment,' I thought.  Brian retreated without a word.
At least he was smart enough to do that.

I started thinking about Brian's scared look.  I got madder at
him, and thought maybe I could give him something to be scared
about.  I tried to rub some of the pain away, but it hurt
worse when I touched myself.  At least I wasn't still crying
when Brian saw me.

I thought about all the times Brian entered my life when I
didn't want him.  Many times, I'd seen him through the crack
in my door, watching me jack off.  But it was always when I
was just getting ready to cum--which was not a time I felt
like getting up and interrupting myself--so I ended up
cumming, knowing he was watching me.

I was trying to get in the habit of closing my door fully and
locking it, even when I thought no one would be home, but I
didn't always remember.  I could tell he liked to watch me.
Was it because I was jacking off, and that was unusual to him?
Or was it just seeing me naked, or my bigger dick?  I was huge
compared to him, but probably not quite 7 inches yet.

I remembered a time when I was little, like Brian--maybe
younger--when I liked to catch a look at a bigger dick, but it
was out of curiosity, nothing sexual.  That phase didn't seem
to last long.  I think I started jacking off soon after that.
I don't even remember how I learned to jack off.  I think it
was a combination of touching myself and hearing other guys at
school talking about it, but basically, I just did it.

I wondered if I was really gay, or just had a thing for Brian.
I'd never messed around with anyone, not yet, anyway.

I was still stunned by what Brian did to get me in trouble,
more than what dad did in return.  It would have been way
different if Brian was one of those nasty little brothers, but
he wasn't like that.

Although, I guess what he did, lying and getting me in
trouble, was pretty nasty.  I never, ever expected anything
like that from my brother.  Maybe he'd just turned mean?  Did
he have a new friend that was a bad influence?  Did he do it
as a stupid joke, not realizing dad would beat me for it?

For some reason I looked a little to my left, and saw Brian's
eyes, watching me through his almost closed door.  I wondered
how long he'd been there.  I made an angry face at him, and he
smiled.  The little brat just smiled.

I had started to feel guilty that I'd had such harsh thoughts
toward Brian.  But now, I'd decided he was really in for it,
and the guilt disappeared.

I got scared when I heard my dad's footsteps.  Brian darted
back from the door of his room.  I jumped when dad put his
hand on my shoulder.  When he turned me around, I felt weight
in my groin, and I realized I was hard.  My heart sank,
thinking I'd really get it, for that, especially with my dick
pointing right at him.

"Sorry it had to be so bad, Tony.  We'll talk more later.  Are
you ok?"  Dad looked, for a split-second, like he was going to
cry.  And I was sure he saw my hardon.  He seemed to ignore
it.  I wanted to tell him how unjust I thought it was that
Brian had lied--but all I really wanted to do was to get my
clothes back on, and forget about this.

"Uh....yeah, dad...I'm ok now."  I had to be blushing, my face
was hot.

Then he put both hands on my shoulders.  "Tony, I don't want
to have to do this again."

I just nodded, and dad went back to his room.  His eyes looked
sad, like he was sorry he'd hurt me.  I was shaking.  At least
I'd gone soft while he talked to me.

I had plans to make, for Brian.  I noticed his door was closed
now.  I grabbed my clothes and went to my room to get dressed.

The pain on the skin of my butt and back of my legs was down
to a dull ache, I thought, until I slid my jeans on.  Then it
hurt like hell.

"Ouch," I said out loud, losing my balance and almost knocking
over the monitor of my new computer.  It was my pride and joy.
I went into the bathroom, remembering that we had some cream
there, thinking that might take the pain away.

Brian came in naked, ready to take a shower.  I thought he
would leave, but he stood by the tub.

"Tony," he said, "I had no clue, I mean, I'm sorry."

I just stared at him, as cold and hard a stare as I could
make.

Brian gulped and stared back, looking afraid, and I left the
bathroom.  He knew something was up.  But I knew better than
to say anything and tip him off that something big was coming
his way.  This was going to be a surprise attack.

As I sat down at my computer desk, I made an outline of a plan
for handling Brian to properly compensate for the terrible
beating I got because of his lie.  First, I knew I had to
catch him doing something bad.  Second, I had to have
evidence.  Third, I had to be able to catch him when he was in
the house alone, because he's very careful not to do anything
wrong when anyone else is home; and because I could only
punish him when no one else was around.

How to catch him doing something seemed like a big problem
until I looked at my computer.  Then the wheels turned at high
speed.  I had all kinds of video capability, and all I needed
was a couple of those little cameras that you can hide.  I had
some money, and since school was out for the summer, there
would be tons of time for me to set my trap while my parents
were at work, and Brian was out swimming or playing with
friends.  And I'd make sure I was out a lot, at the times
Brian would be home, to give him long periods to do whatever
mischief he might get into.

The next day, while Brian was busy swimming at his friend's
house, I got in my car and bought the two cameras, and enough
extra cable to do what I wanted.  When I got back home, I
didn't know how soon Brian would be back, so I didn't dare
start wiring.  Besides, I needed to take measurements of the
rooms, and lay out a wiring diagram.  Brian got home as I was
finishing up.  My door was open.

It's a good thing I hid the diagram right away, because Brian
did the unthinkable, and came right to my room.

"What do YOU want, liar?" I said, sounding tough as nails, and
staring him down.

Brian looked like he'd been struck in the face.  His eyes got
that scared look again.  "Are you still mad at me?"

I narrowed my eyes, and in my toughest voice, said, "What do
you think?"

Brian paled as his scared expression turned blank.  "Yeah,
you're still mad."  Now, we were staring each other down.  As
Brian turned to leave, it almost looked like he started to
smile.  It didn't really matter, I was going to give him
something he definitely would not smile about.

A few days later, Brian went camping with his best friend
Rob's family.  He'd be gone for two days.  With both mom and
dad away at work during the day, I had plenty of time to set
up my cameras, as well as look at cool stuff on the net.  And
I was free to visit Adam and Ron as much as I wanted.

I got lucky on the wiring, because dad had remodeled the whole
house with hanging ceilings.  It was an old house, and the old
high ceilings made it hard to heat.  It was easy to hide the
cameras in the soft ceiling material, and the tiny hole I
needed blended in with the pattern on the ceiling panels.  The
hardest part was drilling the holes between rooms, and getting
the cable to go through so I could grab it on the other side
of the wall.  Hooking them up to my computer was no sweat.

I was totally amazed at the quality of the video when I
finally got to test my setup.  I had used two separate ports
on my system, so I could record Brian's room and the den at
the same time.  I had about a five hour recording time before
my new CD-ROM drives would fill up.

The only problem was the time it would take to view what I
recorded, but I figured if I left the house for just a couple
of hours at a time, it meant I would only have a couple of
hours of video to check, at one time.  When I got back to the
house, I could do the playback at high speed, and not waste
too much time looking at empty rooms.  I just wondered how
long I would have to wait before I caught Brian at something I
could hold over his head.

The first three days, I had nothing.  Brian playing on his
computer; Brian making faces at himself in the mirror; Brian
dressing and undressing--that part was fun.

The fourth day, I got lucky.  About 20 minutes into the den
video, there was Brian, drinking scotch from dad's liquor
cabinet, right from the bottle.  I was excited, but not ready
to make my move yet.  The next day was even better.  Brian had
his friend Kyle over, and he poured scotch into two glasses.
It was obvious they actually drank it down--and funny the way
they coughed and gagged, drinking it.  But it wouldn't be
funny when I showed the video to Brian.  I was sure of that.

Now all I had to do was figure out exactly what to say to
Brian, and how to say it.  Then it occurred to me that if I
showed Brian the video, he'd know where the camera was hidden,
and I'd never be able to catch him again.  So, I took several
stills of Brian's misdeeds, and made JPEG's out of them, then
I took the JPEG's to Adam, and he did some real magic on them.

First, I had to go back home and take some shots of all the
walls of the den.  Then, Adam combined those with the images
of Brian and his friend, Kyle, and distorted everything,
somehow, to make it seem like the pictures were taken from
outside the window.  Adam had a picture printer, so they
looked like prints from a regular roll of film.

This was perfect.  Brian would think I was outside the house
with a regular camera, and wouldn't even think to hunt around
the room for a hidden video cam.  I waited a couple of days to
make it seem like the film had to be developed, then it was
time to hit Brian with them.  All I had to do was wait until
mom and dad would go on a weekend trip to Cargana Island, and
the stage would be set.

When the time came, Brian and I said good-bye to mom and dad.
Soon, Brian was surfing the net, and I went into action.  I
got several pieces of rope ready, hid them in my back pockets,
grabbed my pics, and went to my little brother's room.

I plopped the pictures on Brian's computer table.  "Those are
just copies," I said.  "All the originals are safely stored at
a friend's house."

He looked at them and gasped, "No way."

"Your ass is mine, little bro, or dad gets to see these."
Brian was looking at the pics of him drinking from the bottle
of scotch.  "And these," I said, placing the ones of him and
Kyle pouring from the bottle, and drinking from glasses.

"Oh, God," Brian said, turning pale, and looking so defeated
at me.  He tried to run from the room, but I caught him.

After I had him on the floor, I used one of my ropes to tie up
his wrists.  He had no shirt on, and getting his shorts off
was just a matter of holding his legs, and gradually pulling
down.  "Tony, no--what are you doing--stop!"  I left his
briefs on.

Brian had a chin bar in his room, so with another rope, I tied
his bound wrists, and tied the other end to the chin bar.
Then, I grabbed his kicking legs, and tied his feet together.

"Tony, no--stop!  What are you trying to do?"

"You'll find out real soon, Brian," I said, suddenly yanking
his briefs down to his feet.  The ropes were in the way, so I
couldn't take them off, completely.

"AH!  No!" he yelled.

I took another rope and ran it from his bound ankles to the
chin bar, and when I pulled the rope tight, it lifted Brian's
little legs back and over his head, lifting and exposing two
little-brother mounds of flesh, just wating to be punished.

Then with my hand, I slapped his cute little butt three times,
as hard as I could.  Brian moaned, not very loud.  It couldn't
have hurt THAT much--my hand didn't really hurt.  Brian's
gasps sounded more like surprise than pain.  His butt cheeks
turned a nice shade of pink, though.

"Where are you going?" he said, as I went to the doorway.  It
was very satisfying to see my little brother nervous--all tied
and helpless.

I laughed.  "You'll see."

I had a huge paddle hidden under my bed.  It was given to me
as a joke.  I was so bad at ping-pong, my parents got me this
oversized ping-pong paddle.  I had peeled the rubber coating
off it, and sanded it down to a smooth, hard wood surface.  It
was custom-made, heavy, and very strong.

Brian turned his head toward me as I walked back into his
room.  His eyes widened when he saw the paddle, which I put in
front of his face.

"Lick it, Brian," I said, sounding like a drill sergeant.

"No way."

"Lick it and get 20 whacks, or don't lick it and get 50.  It's
up to you, Brian."

He licked it.  He was being too quiet for a 13-year-old boy
about to get a paddling from his 16-year-old brother.  His
silence was making me nervous.  "You know you deserve this,
Brian, for what to did to me."

"Yeah," he said, so softly in a weird voice.

"Just yeah?"

"Yeah--I'm sorry, Tony."

"You're gonna be."

I took a few medium-strength swings at his helpless little
butt, just for practice.

Smack.

"Uh."

Smack.

"Uh."

Then I gradually hit harder.

Smack!

"Uhh."

SMACK!

"Ah!"

WHACK!

"OW!  AH!"

I finished off ten of the twenty whacks, and was disappointed.
I'd hit him pretty hard, and his butt was good and red--but no
tears, no screams, no begging for mercy.

"Brian!"

Brian jumped.  "Yeah?"

"Next time I come for you to give you your payback, you get
naked, put your hands on this chin bar all by yourself, and
wait for me to tie you."

"Ok, I--I promise, Tony."

"This will be your reminder," I said, taking off my belt.  I
wound up for a good one.

SMACK!

"AH!"

An ugly wide red swath appeared across Brian's butt cheeks.
It looked nasty, and I dropped the belt.  I went over to him,
and without a word, I rubbed the redness.  I started to get
hard, right away, but I was a little scared I'd gone too far.

"Oh!" Brian said when my hand touched him.  I knew it would
hurt, touching, but hoped that my rubbing would calm him down.

What my hands felt was so hot, so incredible, I was starting
to get into it, and kept rubbing for a few minutes.  I was
amazed and how red his butt got, like the color got deeper
with time.  His face and neck were also red, by this time.  I
wasn't sure why.

Brian made little noises as I tried to soothe his tortured
skin.  I knew those had to be sounds of pain, but hoped I
hadn't scared him too much.

I went around to the front of him.  "Well, what do you have to
say for yourself?"

Brian stared at me with a frightened look--with a different
kind of fear, I thought.  He gulped.

When I looked down, I was shocked.  Brian had a hardon that
was about 4 inches long.  I didn't know whether to ignore it,
or what.

"Please, Tony, don't tell--"

"Shut up," I said, more out of nerves than any reason to say
that.  "You took those whacks like a real man."

"Really?" Brian said, with the start of a smile.

"Yeah.  We'll see how you do on the other ten.  You never know
when I'll come to give you those, either."

Brian nodded, with his eyes open wide.  Then he looked down at
his dick, and back up at me.  There was no avoiding the
subject now.  I had no clue what to say.  How did he get a 4
inch boner out of that baby dick of his?

"Looks like that part of you is trying to become a man."

"Yeah."  When Brian's blush deepened, I realized why his neck
and face looked red from behind, when I was rubbing his butt.

"Is this what made you get hard?" I said, reaching behind him
to rub his backside again.

Brian nodded.

"Do you know what to do with that?" I asked, looking right at
his dick.

Brian shook his head.  I could see in his eyes, he was telling
the truth.  Plus, I'd have known if he'd started jacking off,
and he hadn't.

"If you take the next ten whacks like the first ten, maybe
I'll show you."

"Ok, Tony--give 'em to me now."

"Hey, little boy, I call the shots around here.  Just to make
sure you know that, you can stay tied up until I'm ready to
deal with you again."  I got the strap and aimed it like I
meant it.  "You got that?"

"Yes."

"I wanna hear, 'yes, sir.'"

"Yes, sir."

I swung the belt, hitting Brian on the tender part of his
backside.

"Awoooooooooooo!"

"Are you saying 'yes sir' because you're sincere, or because
of this belt I'm holding?"

"I'm SINCERE!  I swear, Tony--I'll do anything you say, you
don't have to hold the belt over me."

"SMACK!"

"YAAAAAAHHRRGH!"

"You left out a word, slaveboy!"

"Sir!  I'll do anything you say, sir!"

"Shit!  What can you do for me all tied up like that?"

Incredibly, Brian blushed.  "Sir, I know!  I could--"

"You're missing the whole point, slaveboy!  You're whole
purpose in life, from now on, is to take pain--to take pain
from ME.

"Yes, sir," Brian said firmly.

"SAY IT, THEN!"

"My p-purpose is to take pain from you, sir."

"You're going to like everything I do to you, and everything I
make you do--aren't you?"

Brian nodded.

"SAY IT!"

"Oh, God, Tony," Brian said, his body and voice trembling, "I
swear I'll like it--anything you do to me."

"WRONG WORD, BOY!  WHAT HAPPENED TO 'SIR?'"

"SMACK!"  I gave him the belt again, in a fresh, white area of
his cute rear-end.

"OW!  I'm sorry, sir.  I will love everything you do to me."

"SAY IT!  Say, 'I will love all the pain you give me.'"

"Sir, I will love all the pain you give me."

"Ok, slaveboy, here's your chance to prove yourself."

"Anything.  Anything, SIR!"

"Good, Brian.  That's a good, little slaveboy.  Now I'm going
to give you the other ten smacks I promised you.  To show how
much you like it--how much you enjoy me smacking your butt--
you will SMILE through all ten smacks of the belt, and not cry
out."

"Yes, sir," Brian said, gritting his teeth.  Of course I knew
he couldn't do it.

I gave him the first three smacks at medium force, to give him
confidence.  His face tensed, but he still smiled without
yelling or crying.  Then, I really wound up for the fourth
swing.

"SMACK!!"

Brian still did not yell.  He flinched, but he was still
smiling--although it looked like a painful type of smile.

"Uhnn," Brian moaned.

It suddenly hit me that there were lots more ways I could
enjoy my little brother-slave besides spanking his butt.  I
was sweaty, and needed a shower.

I untied Brian.  This would be the test of him--whether he
would really cooperate, or give me trouble.  After the last
knot was untied, we stared at each other.  Brian was
cooperating.

I nodded.  "When I nod like that, it's either a prearranged
signal for you to do something, or else you ask me what you
can do for me.  You GOT THAT, BOY?"

"Yes, sir.  What can I do for you, sir?"

"Take my clothes off me, boy, and give me a bath."

Brian reached for my belt and had the bottom half of me naked
much more quickly than I'd thought he would.  Brian's dick was
stiff and sticking up, almost against his abs.  I began to
feel self-conscious, and stripped my own t-shirt off.

"Sir, I--"

"It's ok, boy."  I was naked, now.

Brian started the bath.  "Sir, how hot should I make--"

"Forget it.  Turn on the shower.  Step in and adjust the
water."

"Yes, sir."

I put a towel on myself to cover my hardon.  "Doesn't it
bother you Brian--I mean, boy--to have your dick hard and
prancing around in front of me?"

"Sir--just at first, but not now."

As I stepped into the shower, I shed the towel, and stared at
my brother's dick.  Hardon, I should say.

"It's too hot," I said, "Make it cooler."

"Yes, sir."

"Face me.  Don't say any more.  As a matter of fact, don't
make a sound from here on, if you can help it."

Brian nodded obediently.  The shower spray was on his back.
He was staring at my cock, which was erect at its full almost-
seven inches.  I took the bar of soap, and went right for his
hard little dick.  I stroked slowly, watching his face, while
I put an arm around him to feel the responses of his body.

"THIS is what I was talking about, little brother--little
brother slaveboy!" I said, stroking him fast, now; wanting to
hit him with all of this at once, wanting his first cum to be
overwhelming--to knock him down like a freight train.  But
mostly I wanted Brian to cum fast, because I wanted to make
him cum a second time, before we were through.

He screamed and squealed, and made wonderfully sexy noises as
his thin young streams of pale white brother-fluid shot in
amazing distances all over the tub and walls.

Without entering him, I pressed a finger against his hot
little hole, and listened to his screams of pleasure get
louder.

I had no trouble admitting to myself that I liked my little
brother's sounds of pleasure, and that getting sidetracked
from my plan of pain was more fun than I'd imagined.  Brian's
climax was over.

"MY turn," I said, as I put Brian's little hand on my thick,
hard, big-brother cock.

"Oh, God." Brian moaned softly, as he slid down my body, and
began to kiss my feet.

"Hmm!" I said, not knowing what to think of this, but knowing
I wanted to do something sexual with my cute little-brother.

"Tony!  Make me obey you," Brian said, his voice weak, "Make me."
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the end of a chapter--hoping you'll all write me a note.  :-)
WRYTE A NOWT.  (You can even call me 'Petey' if you really
must.)  --Thanks, Pete.

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