Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 23:26:32 -0400
From: Pete Marenga <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Paddle for Little Brother - Chapter 2

Paddle for Little Brother - Chapter 2
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OTHER STORIES by Pete:

hot-younger-brother           (incest)
loving-boyz-blissful-torture  (auth)
spankin-younger-brother       (incest/auth)
watching-my-son               (incest)
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WARNING

This story is for people of legal age, only.  In many places,
that means you have to be 18--at least--to read this.  If you
don't want to read about gay sex, then pick another story, and
do not read, download, copy this story, or cause same to occur.

Otherwise--qualified men and ladies--I hope you read it,
like it, and enjoy the hell out of it.  And if you do, please
email me, and let me know.  So far, I got a few really nice
emails, but I need more to keep me writing.  Thank you.

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APPETIZER-4-U

Q:  Why do you ask all the time--"Send email?"  Email, email--
what the hell do you do with the emails?  Why do you keep asking
us to write to you?

A:  Because your email is a sign of life out there, of people who
like the story, and are kind enough to take time to write.
(THESE STORY SITES CANNOT PAY THEIR AUTHORS.  Also, they're not
equipped to send me any information on how "well" my story is
doing.)  Your email is the only thing that lets me know you're
reading my story and liking it.

YOUR EMAIL is the only thing that ENCOURAGES ME TO KEEP WRITING--
knowing the story has become a sort of 'current event' out there,
a thing that has life--because you wrote me and told me you liked
it.  Maybe you even said WHY you liked it or what particular
thing really got you going.  That would electrify me and make me
start typing the next chapter.

Without your emails we writers go crazy; (ok, I don't know about
"WE," but this is how *I* feel).  We sniff and think no one likes
our story anymore.  Maybe no one is reading our story anymore.
Our frail little hands droop, and can hardly lift themselves, and
we obsess with a sense of failure.  Finally, just before the end,
we lose faith in humanity, give away our computers, and move to
extreme rural West Virginia, and sit in front of our shack,
holding a shotgun in one hand like a crutch--without a clue of
what we're doing.  Well, at least they have a good sense of
family, over there.

Q:  So, what do you think of when you read the email I send?

A:  When I read your emails, I try to imagine you talking with me
in my living room, and try to imagine the pleasure you maybe got
from reading that chapter, (no harm in writing after every
chapter, if you liked it--even for the intellectual or literary
pleasure, if any.)  It makes me feel very thankful (and pumped)
to hear about those things.

Then I want to hug you for giving me some really good energy.
When my inbox gets toward its storage limit, I delete the old
ones to make room for the (I hope) new.

Q:  Is that why some stories just stop, without being finished--
    the writer didn't get email, later in the story?

A:  Yep.  The email fizzles out, and so does the writer.

Q:  Are you close to fizzling out, now?

A:  No.  On this and the Son story, so far, so good.  Thank you.

    : - )   --Pete

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CORRECTION TO CHAPTER ONE

Sorry!  Last time, somehow Chapter 1 got labeled 'Chapter 2.'
That was a mistake.  (I will correct Chapter 1 at a later time.)
Chapter 2 is below.


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PADDLE FOR LITTLE BROTHER - CHAPTER 2
by Pete Marenga
dom6789@hotmail.com


    "Make me obey you," Brian said, his voice weak, "Make me."
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I wondered if I'd heard right.  Then again, Brian could be weird
at the oddest times.

"Ok, keep kissing down there, but take your hand off my dick," I
said with a rough-edged tone.  Being so horny, I really didn't
want him to take his hand OFF, just then, but I had to get us out
of the shower.  I'd make him put his hand there, later.

"Yes, sir."

My determined, horny brother strayed from my feet and began
kissing my ankles, then making his way upward.

I directed the shower spray so it hit Brian right on the line
separating his tight little thirteen-year-old butt cheeks.  That
made him stop his kissing routine.

"You still have 6 whacks to go," I said, testing him.  There was
a strange silence.

"Yes, Tony--SIR!" Brian said, having learned his lesson of what
NOT to say from the last time we talked about whacks.

"Why do you want to be made to OBEY me, Brian?" I asked, honestly
wanting to hear his reasoning.

"I--I don't know."

"You gotta know SOMETHING.  Did you say that with totally no
meaning?"

"I think of you spanking me sometimes."

"Because dad doesn't do it?"

"I don't know.  Yeah, I guess," Brian said, sounding like he was
beginning to enjoy the splash of the shower on his butt crack.

"Put your ass in the air, Brian."

As Brian complied, I went around behind him, knelt at his exposed
little butt, and soaped it well.  I took a corner of the huge bar
of soap, and pressed it gently against my brother's little
bunghole.

"Ahhh, ohh, ohh!"

"See, slave brother?  THAT'S part of the reward you'll get if you
obey me the way I want you to," I said, bouncing the soap against
his cute hole, and wondering if he had any clue about things that
could go inside, there.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"

As I leaned to the side to get my body out of the way, the fresh
shower water rinsed Brian's butt--with a little help from my
fingers rubbing the area over and over.

"OHHH!"

"Now stand up and shut the water off.  Dry us both off.  Me
first.  Got that, Brian?"  I was glad Brian liked what I'd just
done to him, but with the glazed look in his eyes, I knew it was
a struggle for him to shift gears so quickly and obey my
commands.

"Yes, sir," he said, with the biggest hardon I'd seen on him.

Walking to my room, I felt my dick bounce and get harder with
each step I took.

"Sit on the bed, boyslave, and look at my dick!"

As Brian did so, he seemed to be drooling.

"Lick it!  Lick it good!"

"Yes, sir," the little squirt said, and he stuck his tongue out
as far as it would go, pressed it against the underside of my
hungry big-brother cock, and licked hard.

"Ah, fuck yeah!"  My little brother was blowing my fuses with the
way he was licking my cock!  I didn't want him to really suck me,
because I didn't want this fast-moving moment to be Brian's first
real oral experience.  I was saving that for later.

"You like it, Tony?  I mean, sir?" Brian risked asking.

"Yeah, I liked it, but stop for now.  Did you like putting your
little tongue on your big brother's dick?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you like it a lot, Brian?"  I gave him permission to call me
Tony, just this once.

"Tony, yeah--I liked it a whole lot."

"Good.  Now I'm going to bend you over this chair like a little
boy, and give you the six smacks with the belt you still have
coming, because you've been a bad boy."

"Yes, sir," Brian said uncertainly.

"And I'm going to give them hard as hell, too," I said, as I tied
his little-brother body to the chair, so his butt was sticking up
at me.

"When I get done, your ass will be really sore.  And LOOK AT ME
during and after your punishment."

"Yes, sir."  Brian said this very meekly.

I looked at him for a while--beautiful Brian with the incredible,
smooth skin.  I loved how he looked, tied up and helpless--and
knowing he was going to get it.  I let go with the strap.

As Brian heard the whoosh of the strap, his body tightened, and
he inhaled sharply, with a hiss.

"SSSWWRRRRRRRRAAPPPPP!"

"Aaaahhrrrgghhhhhh!"  Brian lifted his head, but it was hard for
him to obey my order that he had to keep looking at me.

"SSMMAACCKKKKK!!"

"OWWWW!"

"I'm gonna save the rest of the torture for later."

"T-torture?"

"Yeah, Brian.  Oh, don't worry, slaveboy--it's not going to be
like the Middle Ages, or anything--I'm just going to slowly swing
the strap and smack my way up and down each of your nice, little
legs.  I might even EXTEND your punishment by a few whacks.  I'll
hit your cute butt, too, of course."

Brian was a lump of hot, sensual, sweating thirteen-year-old
boyflesh, trying bravely and desperately not to cry, but unable
to suppress a few heaves and tears.  I could tell he was trying
to impress me.  He was amazing.  I would not have done as well
under the strap.  I untied him.

"Get on the bed, face down, and put your butt in the air again."

"Yes, sir."

Brian cooperated well, fully untied and free to move around.

"Tony--you think my butt is cute?  Sir! I mean."

I thought his little butt was adorable.  My baby brother had
taken me by surprise, though.

"Maybe I do--and maybe I'm just kidding," I said.  But what I had
in mind would probably give away my secret, and let him know how
cute I thought it was.

I slid my fingers back and forth across his striped butt.  Even
the welted skin was smooth, but raised up, and hot as hell.

"Ahhh," Brian said, enjoying the feel of my fingers against his
little butt, as well as reacting to a little pain.

"Did you like it?" I said, testing him.

"Tony--sir, I like everything you do to me."

"Oh--you remember you promised that?!"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you really like it?"

"Yes."

"WHAT?"

"Yes, sir."

"What did you like?"

"The spanking and the other things, sir."

"This, TOO?" I said, slapping smartly, on top of a red area.

"Ow!  Ah!  Yes . . . sir!

I put my lips to my little brother's butt and tongued the hot
stripes.  Slowly, carefully, I followed the contours of the
marks, left and right--starting at the small of his back, and
going lower after I thoroughly soaked each red stripe.  I nibbled
gently on the white skin in between.  Then, I put my lips loosely
on the main part of each cheek, and skimmed over the whole,
sensual, hairless surface in widening circles.

"Oh, oh, yeah, uhhhhhhh!" Brian moaned.

My hands spread his little cheeks as my tongue began again at the
top of his butt-valley.  I slid my tongue down slowly, flicking
like a snake as I got close to his tight bunghole.

"Ah!  AH!  Oh, God!" Brian said as he squirmed boyishly.

I gently pressed the side of my tongue against his very hot,
tempting, mini-opening, and exhaled, sending a blast of warm air
over many sensitive areas, there.

"OHH!"  Brian was fast getting out of breath.

I let the tip of my tongue go around and around, right on top of
the little hole, occasionally flicking forcefully, making him
jump.  Finally, I thrust my head forward, and managed to get two
inches of tongue jammed up inside my little brother's body.

"AHHHHH!  OOOHHH!  OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Brian moaned and squirmed.

I gave him a few slaps on the butt with my hands, and even
without seeing I could tell my little brother enjoyed the sudden
erotic hand-spanking.  Then, my hand went to his dick, wet with
precum.

I got a really good idea what to do to him when I felt the heat
and hardness of his hungry, thirteen-year-old cock.  I pushed my
face off Brian's butt, causing him to moan in disappointment.

"Don't move," I said, as I busied myself making a little scaffold
out of his chin bar and weight setup.

It didn't take long, and soon I had my brother firmly and nicely
spread-eagled--tied to the bars behind him.

The sun glimmered off his naked golden skin, and his half-pouting
red lips, sparkling eyes, white teeth, and wet hard penis looked
like something from an ancient mythical image.  His fast, shallow
breathing and the little high, boyish sounds he made with each
breath--coupled with the desperate, helpless look in his innocent
blue eyes--had me throbbing from head to toe.  Even his fingers
and little toes seemed to have a sensual glow.

In that moment, my brother became a mini-god to me.  He was the
ideal boy-face and body; the next young teen idol.  I resolved
then and there that I wouldn't let this stop me from paddling
him, but Brian and his Hollywood boy-looks were sure doing things
to my cock, my head, and my heart.

I wasn't seeing him as just a brother anymore.  Instead of
half looking at him, taking him for granted, half paying
attention to him--I was seeing him as he really was, for the
first time.  In other words, my eyes were opened.  Brian was
truly gorgeous.

I started to pace the room to hide my shaking legs.  I decided
the so-called torture would now be totally different from the one
I had promised him.  But I knew, from reading on the web,
it would be the best torture--no marks, no pain, and no real
exertion on my part.

I was imitating some things I'd seen on a web site, and decided
to use a rope and small weight, to pull Brian's balls down, a
little--not to hurt his balls, but to put him just on the edge of
some very minor pain--something that might scare him a bit, and
not really hurt.

"How do you like THIS, slaveboy?" I said as I let go of the
weight I'd secured to my brother's hairless balls.

"Uhhh, oh yeah, it's . . . it feels so good!"

I tugged my own balls to see if it really felt good.

"Well, it won't when I add more weight," I said, just for effect.
I had no intention of adding more weight.  The weight I chose had
pulled his balls down just the right amount, I thought.

"Yes, sir."

But pulling down Brian's balls had solved one problem--it changed
the angle of his hardon from sticking totally up, to jutting
straight out from his body.  My little brother's surprisingly
big, four inch erection looked so beautiful--and was in the
perfect position for what I had in mind.

I knelt and stared up at him--his face already looking as if he
were suffering, despite the weak smile on his face.  I couldn't
take my eyes off my brother's dick.  My mouth made the perfect
'O' shape, as I leaned forward and hungrily took the hot tip of
Brian's boner into my mouth.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhssssssssssssshhhhhhhh!" Brian hissed.  I knew he'd
like that.

I was so excited at doing this, and my baby brother tasted so
good, the saliva flowed in my mouth.  I let my tongue slowly
revolve around the hot quivering flesh of his thirteen-year-old
cockhead.  Then, returning my tongue to the underside, I squeezed
his spongy speartip with a firm, upward motion, pinning his
throbbing hardness between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.  I
tasted a flood of delicious, salty precum.

"Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"

Brian tried to thrust his body forward, trying to push more than
the tip of his penis into my mouth.

I backed up in time to frustrate his efforts.  My next plan was
to suck his balls, while using my fingers to excite his little
back entrance, without really entering him.

Slowly, I brought my mouth to his tense ball sack, and let my
tongue and lips do the work.  I could see my baby brother's
excited prick--pulsating and jumping at each move and flick of my
tongue.

"Ohhhhh, oh God!" Brian managed to moan.  His body was in
constant motion, twisting and squirming so enticingly, he had me
ready to cum.

I put my fingers over his hot little hole, letting them strum
back and forth over the tight, anxious thing.  I got up suddenly.

"NO!  Don't stop!"

I stood on a chair, and placed my dripping hot cock at my little
brother's lips.

I was pleasantly amazed to see Brian's head slide hungrily
forward as he opened his mouth--as if he'd been waiting anxiously
to suck his big brother's hard dick.

"No teeth, and keep some tongue-pressure on it."  My body jolted
with electric pleasure.

"Mmm," Brian said, unable to talk.

"Oh, God, boy!  Feels so good."

My brother's tongue was like liquid fire as he wrapped it around
my cock.  His mouth tightened slightly and began its welcome back
and forth journey over the most sensitive part of me.  Brian was
taking most of my length, and doing incredible things to me.

"Ohhrrgghh, ahhhhghhh!  Yeah!" I moaned.

"Mmm,' Brian responded, the sudden vibrations on my dick taking
me to the edge.

I pulled out and began to stroke.  My first shots hit Brian's
shoulder and neck, as my body tensed.

"AHHHH!  UHH!  UHHHHHH!"  It felt like I was cumming from my
knees.

Then, I aimed a little higher and got his cheek.  Stepping off
the chair, I sprayed his chest before hitting bottom on my
climax.  I leaned into him for support, with my head on his
cum-coated chest.  I was weak from orgasm.  My cum was now mixing
with my hair, my ear, my lips.  It tasted great to me, and I
licked some of it off my brother's hairless chest, and thrilled
to the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

You would have thought HE had cum.

"Oh, yeah," I said breathlessly, "Oh, yeah!"

As I looked up, Brian dropped his jaw, and I took that as an
invitation, and kissed him, making sure our tongues played with
the cum that was still in my mouth.

Then, I climbed back up on the chair, and again put my dick into
his mouth.  It felt so different, now that I'd cum.  I watched as
his hot little boy-cock did an erotic dance, signaling its desire
for some brotherly attention.  He sucked me nicely, and I could
tell he was licking up my boy juices.

I knew I made him hot, but from the looks of him he was REALLY
hot.  I was in awe of the dark red flush in Brian's face.

"Mmm, yeah!  That's it boy!" I said, "I'm glad you like your
brother's cum," I said with love in my voice.  Yes, I wanted to
paddle my brother more, and give him more of the strap, maybe the
cane--but that was for punishment.  That didn't mean that I hated
him, and it didn't mean I wanted to treat him like trash, either.

Brian was so desperate he was fucking the air with his hips, in
frantic, reckless thrusts.

I got down from the chair to get a better look at him.

I felt bad that he'd given me his first blow job, and I hadn't
said much.  I leaned down and kissed him.  "That was a great blow
job, Brian.  I won't forget it, ever."

Brian looked up at me with his innocent eyes and a huge smile.
He didn't have to say anything.  I knew he'd liked sucking me.

I started licking the precum off his balls, and worked my way up
to his hot, thirteen-year-old dick.  I flicked my tongue like a
snake, at the base of his little tower.

"OH, GODDDddddddd!" Brian shuddered, his legs giving out, putting
stress on the ropes that tied his arms in place.

I put my mouth over his throbbing pecker--which looked as if it
had reached the stage of a painful erection--and barely let the
insides of my mouth touch any part of his dick.  Then I flicked
my tongue, here and there.  His hot boycock danced in my mouth.

Brian made squeaking sounds that were barely within the range of
human hearing.  He was unable to actually talk from the pleasure
and desperation he experienced--made worse by what I was doing to
him.

"Ooouuurrghhhh, oorrrrph, eeeeeeeee!"

"That's it, little brother--little sexy boy, just relax," I said,
sliding off his cock for just a moment, and knowing full well he
couldn't relax, actually.

I put the crowning touches on my brother by fingering his tight
balls with a feather touch.  My mouth, sliding back down his hot
shaft, heightened Brian's pubescent, sexual frenzy.

"Ohhhh, oooooohhh, pleeeeezzzzzzzzahhrrph!"

I stayed on my knees, slid my mouth off his trembling little
brothercock, and looked up at him.

"No, don't stop," he said weakly but desperately.

I chose that moment to stand.

"No--Tony, sir, please--NO!" Brian said loudly, realizing by my
standing position that his pleasure was stopping.

I gave Brian a wicked smile, then left the room, closing the
door.

I heard his screams as I went down the hallway.

"NOOOoooooooooooooooooo!  Oh, GOD!  You can't DO this!  Unnnngh!"

I got an ice-cream bar from the refrigerator and sat down in the
kitchen to eat it, but Brian's sexy shouts and pitiful pleas got
to me.  As I opened the bedroom door, Brian audibly sucked in a
breath.

"Sorry, sir," he said, fearful of some unspoken consequence, and
suddenly suppressing his cries of frustration.

I took the frozen ice-cream bar, took another bite, and rubbed it
against his cute little nuts, and up his wet, hard, baby-brother
boner.  It bounced, all by itself.

"AHH!  OHH!  OH!" he shouted from the extreme cold.  A little
smile came through, though.

I put the bar flat on his balls, where I knew the cold would be
really uncomfortable.

"OH!  OH!  JEEZ!  NO!"

Then, I worked his dick over with it, first the top, then the
underside.  I'm sure my hot mouth on his cold penis was a
shocking contrast to the little guy.

"Aaarrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

I stood up slowly and ate the rest of my ice cream, while Brian
whimpered sensually.

I knelt down again, and began to stroke his hungry cock in a new
way.  I took just the base of it with one hand, and stroked it
gently, giving not-quite-enough pleasureful feeling to his dick,
and frustrating my hot thirteen-year-old brother.  With my other
hand, I lightly fingered his balls.

"Ahhh, ah, ah, uhh," Brian moaned.  I guess with his dick being
so sensitive, my base-stroking was giving him more feeling than
I'd thought.

"Yeah, come on, little baby bro!  You only get two minutes to
make that thing cum, then I'm going to stop--so come on," I said
to Brian, teasing him with my open mouth inches from his innocent
little love-tool, as his first shot of boy-juice bridged the gap
between us, and stung the back of my throat.
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I know it's monotonous, but I'll keep posting this notice at
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