Date: Sat, 31 May 2003 17:25:46 -0400
From: Dom R <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spankin' Younger Brother - Chapter 1
SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 1
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Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga
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This story is a spinoff--a hard core version--of "Hot Younger Brother."
I wrote this because of the email: Some wanted the loving to be the
main tone--others wanted Pete to be more dominating and harsh. Stay
here, if you want the dominating and harsh. The brothers still love
each other, it's just that--well, if you're into spanking, you'll
understand. Go to "Hot Younger Brother" for a softer approach.
For MORE info., read CHAPTER 1 (or more) of "Hot Younger Brother."
If you read the first 3 chapters of that story, you'll see a slow
buildup to the action--or you can start here, and get a slam-dunk
into it. Your choice. --Pete
["Hot Younger Brother" fans: Chapter 5 will be coming soon, and
returns to the more gentle mode of the earlier chapters.]
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The brothers are: Pete, 17 and Todd, 14.
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At 17, I pretty much had it made--living at home with my dad
and my little brother. There was just one thing that spoiled the
ideal: When dad punished, he spanked the shit out of me with his
razor strap--but he went soft as hell on my brother. When I got
punished, I screamed from that strap. When my little brother got
spanked, I hardly heard a sound.
Did that make me mad? Oh, yeah!--even though I still loved
the little squirt. But dad was going to be out of the house for
many hours--that opened possibilities that made me smile.
Actually, it made me see red--the red color on my brother's butt,
and now I was planning ways to get that color there.
My 14-year-old brother Todd was a sexy kid--tall, thin,
blonde. He could pass for 16 easily, except maybe for his
flawless baby face--that sexy, smooth, facial perfection that
Todd retained. And I was jealous as hell--but I never let that
ruin my fun, or get between my paddle and his little naked butt.
But at this point, paddling him, or even spanking him at all,
was just a dream. Todd was thin, but you could see that his
muscles were just the right size, ready to ripen. He was a cute
little boy-next-door magnet, and I wanted to rein his ass in,
before greedy schoolmates and other strangers got to him--
assuming none already had.
Todd had a smiley, friendly way about him, too--which was
directed at everyone, including me. That added to the heat of my
craving for him--there were days that I wanted to grab his
little-brother ass, naked in the shower, bend him over, and show
him what it was like to feel a man's manhood, inside him.
That hadn't happened yet, either--but my dick was telling me
the time was gettin' close--along with taking the spanking thing
from dreamland to the world of reality. I think my dick grew
past 7 inches just from frustration--lusting after my younger
brother.
I thought of Todd's blue eyes as 'icy,' but when I came under
their spell, they were hot, tantalizing, irresistible. And when
he parted his lips to speak, and paused--as if spellbound by
something, or when he'd touch the tip of his slick little tongue
to his upper lip--those were the times he was almost too
beautiful and sensual to behold, making me hard as a rock, and
wanting my brother so bad, I could taste it. I had a lot of
cravings--to feel his lips on my hard cock, to suck his slightly
smaller but sexy-as-hell bone, and wanting to swing my arm and
watch that white butt turn red.
Since I was 17 and bigger than Todd, I had the size
advantage--and I planned to overcome his skinny little body, and
make him cooperate with my wants and wishes. But if I was going
to be his master, I had my work cut out for me--Todd's startling,
commanding eyes could suck you in, and charm you, in a second.
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"Todd--before dad buys any more construction material," I
said, referring to dad's big attic-renovation project, "I think
you better get some things out of your room, and into mine."
"Things?" Todd said, like he had no clue. I thought that was
odd, because Todd's pretty sharp, for a 14-year-old.
"Yeah--like clothes, your computer. You're gonna live in MY
room, for a while--remember?"
The construction stuff for the attic was all stacked in
Todd's room, making it uninhabitable.
"Hey, Pete--I still got all the stuff for our cowboy game!"
Todd said excitedly, as if the game took precedence over his need
for the important, everyday things. Todd's enthusiasm surprised
me--and it started a whole series of ideas in my head. "You'll
play it with me, won't ya?"
"Well, I don't know, Todd--I'm a lot bigger now," I said,
leading him on. "I guess you could bring that stuff, too--if you
still got it. I'll think about it."
Who was I kidding? I couldn't wait to get my brother's
skinny little body tied up, and at my mercy.
"Yeah! I know right where it is." Todd rushed to his room.
Dad would leave for his second job (part time), in about 10
minutes, and I got so boned thinking of what I might do with
Todd, I grabbed a jock and headed for the bathroom to put it on.
I had to handle this right, to make sure Todd didn't see through
my actions and get suspicious--and a visible boner would spoil
the surprise.
I tested Todd out--trying different phrases and words on him,
and giving him commands that got more and more outrageous as the
minutes ticked by.
I don't know what had gotten into me to make me so
aggressive, but something inside me had just snapped all of a
sudden, and I launched a phase of domination and verbal abuse
with Todd. He seemed to be taking it well--TOO well, as a matter
of fact. My suspicions were up.
"Ok, boy," I said threateningly, "where did you get the idea
to act this way, and say these things, and call me sir--"
"No, wait--I just--just," Todd said, looking very frightened
and beginning to blush.
"Oh, yeah--that's it!" I said--an idea beginning to form.
"You SNOOPED, didn't you? You messed with my computer and went
to the master/slave web sites I visited. Well, fuck that! I'm
your big brother and I thought I had your respect--and my
privacy!" I laid it on thick. "You just blew it, bigtime,
Todd!"
In spite of my harsh-sounding speech, I started to feel
defeated that my younger brother had gone behind my back to my
computer, and checked out the master/slave sites that I liked.
As I let that fact sink in, I started to think that his knowledge
of the subject might come in handy, and save me some explaining
time. 'Better to spank your cute little butt with, my dear,' I
thought, with the image of the Big Bad Wolf in mind. The idea of
spanking Todd's rear-end and making it red appealed to me. My
dick swelled in agreement.
Now I just had to deal with him--my little snooping brother--
and find out how much he knew. It wasn't like him to snoop, so I
knew something was up.
Todd was in tears, and blushing the darkest purple I'd ever
seen. His crying was almost sobbing. "Pete--please, please--I'm
sorry. I just wanted to . . . wanted to--"
"Spit it out. 'Wanted to' WHAT?" I said, making my angry
eyes drill the stress into Todd's face. His emotional pain was
palpable. I knew I better not get too carried away, shouting him
down.
My brother's sobbing deepened, and he struggled with the
words. "Wanted to . . . to make you happy . . . so you would
want me!" he said, and slid to the floor in a heap.
"WHAT?" I yelled, "What do you mean, Todd. LOOK at me!"
He tipped his head enough to look at me--if he could see
through his tears, that is.
"You know what I mean", he said, sitting on the floor now,
"I--I wanted you to want me, I wanted you so bad," Todd said,
barely able to get the words out. "I wanted to know what you
liked, so I could like it, too." His tears were cute. I thought
they were sexy.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I knew my brother.
In my heart, I knew he was telling the truth--there was no doubt.
"Holy shit," I said, mostly to myself, then I went toward
Todd, taking his hands and lifting him up into a hug. My dick
throbbed, letting me know it was ready. "You pervert."
"What?" Todd said.
"You cute little brother-pervert," I said, loving the shit
out of him--and softening him up for more painful things ahead.
"Oh . . . . yeah," Todd said, smiling.
I tried to resist, but his eyes worked their spell on me.
"Shit--no wonder you didn't complain about how I've been treating
you, if you read those sites. Did you read the slave's pledges?"
"Yes. I mean, yes, sir."
"I figured you must've read those."
"Those were a turn-on, Pete."
"At least you learned the terms, right?"
"Yeah. I learned other stuff--"
"Wait a second!" I said, a key point dawning on me, "That
means you read my NOTES, too."
"Yes," Todd said meekly, with his head shrinking into his
shoulders, like a scared turtle. "Wait. Please, Pete--don't be
mad. They helped me."
"WHAT?" I said, "Helped you HOW? Those were PRIVATE!
Besides--I wanna know how it's gonna help ME!"
"Pete--wait. They told me w-what you've been mad about, all
this time. It's that . . . that you got spanked a lot harder
than me, and I got off easy, right? And . . . and the times I
got you in trouble, and you got your butt beat, bad. I'm sorry,
Pete--if I would've known that--"
"You little shit!" I said, lunging at him. My notes were all
about Todd and my resentment that I was the one that got all the
painful spankings and Todd seemed to get the soft-glove
treatment.
Todd sidestepped, keeping himself out of my path.
"No, Pete, no!" he yelled. "I'm sorry. Please wait. I'm
ready for it. I know you wanna give it to me--and . . . and I'll
try my best. Do it to me now . . . if you want--or . . . well,
or whatever you--"
"Take your clothes off, boy! And face that wall until I call
for you."
"Yes, sir."
The 'yes, sir' surprised me. I guess I was right--Todd had
learned a few things, reading those sites. While I pondered what
to do next, I thought about all the new possibilities, now that I
knew he'd done some of that reading.
Still, this seemed too good to be true: My younger brother
that I've been wanting to spank to right the wrongs; my little
brother who, in my mind, I've fucked hard, until his little hole
was sore--and it was ME that was taking his virginity--is
offering himself to me, or at least willing to try some stuff.
I was going to train him to make sure he loved my dick up his
ass, his red ass--this little brother now wanted all the things
I'd been dreaming about. Did he really want those things, or was
he just saying them? Actually, if I put all my plans into
action, it wouldn't matter whether he wanted them or not. And
now he was naked in front of me.
My dick throbbed like mad, with the thought of me grabbing a
paddle or strap--or even my hand--and tanning his little hide.
The mystery of it all was that I wanted to give him pleasure,
too. I even imagined turning the tables and letting Todd fuck
me, occasionally. I wasn't hung up on protocol or hyper-
masculinity, I wanted him to have a good time, too.
"Boy!" I said, making Todd jump, "Go over to your clothes,
and get the strap off your pants. Kneel, and hand it to me."
"Yes, sir," Todd said, kneeling and handing me his belt. It
was thrilling to see his naked dick and balls, swinging as he
moved about.
I swung the belt to make a whipping sound in the air.
"By my calculation, boy, you deserve to get several long,
painful strappings, at least four canings, and a very long, hard
session with the paddle and my hand. If you're not willing to
take it all, boy, game's over," I said, pushing my luck, but
confident that my little brother was already a dedicated
submissive.
"No. No. Ok--I'll take it all--anything," Todd said
frantically, the fear like fire in his eyes. I stared at him and
let a few seconds pass. Then he gulped.
"Good," I said. "Smile."
Todd's grin was especially earthy and sexy.
"You want it for real, don't you, bro," I said softly.
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
Todd's face screwed up for a moment, then relaxed. "I guess
I wanna prove I can take it like a man."
"Oh yeah, little brother. You're gonna get lots of chances
to prove that. LOTS! Stand at attention and face me--hands
behind your head."
Todd obeyed and smiled his 'Oh-yes-I'm-gonna-get-my-wish'
smile. I thought he might not feel that way for long.
First, I wanted him to be sexually frustrated--at least
hungry--like the sites recommended. I knelt down, and sucked
that beautiful boner right into my mouth. I was in heaven. I
rubbed his butt-cheeks. In spite of where I was taking this
scene, I wanted his first blow job to be good.
"Ah, Pete--oh God!"
He was supposed to call me 'sir,' but at this point I was
very willing to let him off the hook. "Spread your legs."
Todd spread his legs silently, making a very cute sight.
I worked his thick young boner with my mouth, while brushing
my fingers along his balls. I kept going feverishly, until I
thought I felt him start to squirm badly. I had to stop now, if
I was going to keep my brother horny. Then I thought Todd
wouldn't need much recharge time if he did blow his load.
"Oh, God--Pete!"
"Kneel," I said," I said, while getting to a standing
position. My hardon was in an obvious place, and, even though
Todd never had sucked before, I knew he would get the hint.
Suddenly, my little brother moaned a moan of desire, draped
his arms behind me, on my butt-cheeks, and dropped to his knees.
Todd's mouth was inches from my aching cock. From the smile on
his face, I knew this was going to be good.
Then the moment came, and his mouth touched my hardon, and
his lips slid halfway down my dick. His mouth was incredible.
"Watch your teeth--press your tongue against it--tighter--do
it faster--take more of it in your mouth," I said. Seconds
later, it hit me: My hot little brother was blowing me. Just
the thought had my head spinning.
I turned and got on my back, forcing him to lay on his
stomach, so I could see my little brother's incredible butt--the
butt I was soon going to make very, very red. His mouth was
stroking my dick like a jackhammer.
"Slow down, boy!" I yelled.
I was totally turned on by the thought of spanking Todd--
almost as much as I was from the incredible sex we were having,
but I knew that the scene had to develop slowly. I had to hold
back from my total desires, and that wasn't easy. It would be
well worth it, I thought, to make Todd's punishment happen.
I had to slow his mouth down, or else I was going to explode
inside it. I don't know why, but whenever I got close to
cumming, I always tried to delay it, to prolong my pleasure.
That didn't seem to be Todd's way, but I figured the slow way was
the best way, so it was my job to teach him. Of course, once I
got him tied up and totally in my control, I could delay his
pleasure a whole bunch--and teach him lots of things.
"I said, SLOW DOWN, boy!" I would also have to teach him to
be mindful of MY need to postpone climax.
Even with Todd slowing down, his mouth was so hot, I was
still getting too close, too fast. I could tell, because my dick
was throbbing in his mouth, way too hard--and feeling so good.
I explained to Todd to go into a 69 position, and he obeyed
perfectly. Once we were in the new position, I had the feeling
my brother expected a blow job in return.
I had other ideas. I held his hot cock in my hand, and
admired its beauty, and its heat. I squeezed it teasingly--but I
didn't stroke it. I imagined he'd figured out what I was up to.
I turned and bent to see him. The look on his face was
priceless.
"Come on, Pete--I need to cum, bad!"
"Did I say to take your mouth off my dick?"
"No--sorry, sir." Todd's eyes went wide.
"Stand up," I said threateningly, after rising, myself. I
took my clothes off while enjoying watching Todd tremble in fear.
"Sorry . . . sorry!" Todd said, cringing.
"Bend over!" I said. "Hands behind your head!"
Todd obeyed.
I walked his cute, 14-year-old ass to the wall, and had him
lean his head against it, for support. The tip of my dick
pressed into one of his ass-cheeks. I thought I would cum, right
there.
"If those hands move or come off your head, all hell will
break loose!" I took a well-aimed swing with my hand.
"WHAP! Smack! Smack! SMACK!"
"AH! Uh, uh, UH!" Todd grunted sensually.
The sight of my red handprints on Todd's butt was almost too
much. Even so, I hadn't really hit that hard. I held on to my
dripping dick--afraid I would cum.
"You'd better thank me for those, boy!"
"Um, yes--thank you, sir."
"Thank you for what, boy?"
"Sir--thank you for spanking my butt." Now I was really glad
Todd had read those sites. He knew just what to say. I held on
to my cock to keep it from bouncing.
"Did it hurt?"
"Yeah--I mean, yes, sir."
"That's nothin' compared to what the strap will do to ya!"
"Oh, God--yes, sir!"
I put Todd back in position for the 69, and made sure he had
a mouth full of big brother dick. While he did that, I licked
the shaft of my brother's sweet bone--which tasted wonderful--but
I ignored the tip. Then I went for his balls, and licked them
very lightly.
Todd squirmed and moaned in frustrated desire, but I refused
to suck the head of his dick. Very hungry dick, that is.
"Stop and hold your mouth still, but don't slide off," I
shouted to Todd. I was ready to cum, and I wanted to prolong the
blow job. Stopping was the only way, for right now.
Todd obeyed, but not before shivering with anticipated
pleasure--pleasure that I had denied him, so far. His beautiful
dick pulsed in my hand as hard as mine was throbbing in his
mouth. My cock twitched, suddenly.
It hit me that we were doing this wrong. I remembered that
in all the master/slave sites, the punishment or training came
first. The sex came last. But this was our first sex.
I was ready to lay the strap or paddle or whatever on his
butt, and Todd was supposedly willing to let me lay it on him.
That time was coming soon--but I needed to think ahead. Control
was the issue--and I didn't know much about that.
From the sites I'd visited, I knew that the other good way to
control a boy was to prevent him from cumming--to become the boss
of his dick. Problem was, there was no way I was going to spend
24/7 with Todd to make sure didn't jack off when I wasn't there.
Some of the masters at the sites used a chastity belt to
guarantee abstinence when their boy was off by himself or at
school, or something. But there were tons of problems with
chastity belts--and some of them didn't even work.
I really wanted cum denial as my other way of training
/punishing/disciplining my brother. That way, the spankings
wouldn't need to be too brutal, and could be just for fun. Well,
as much fun as you can have when someone is smacking your butt
with something--which will be a lot of fun once Todd gets the
submissive mindset those masters talked about on their sites. My
brother already sounded like he was getting into the pain thing,
from what I'd seen and heard, so far. I had some good thoughts
about it, myself. My only caution was to keep my 'sub' thoughts
secret from Todd.
I couldn't wait to prevent Todd from cumming for two or three
days, or maybe even a week, and hear him moan and beg for it.
Then again, I wondered how much stuff I could get my brother to
do for me if I denied him his climax for two weeks or longer.
Now that summer break was around the corner, maybe I'd even take
time out during the day to lick and suck his starving dick--just
enough to make it worse for him. I could feel myself grinning
already.
As I was getting my first little-bro blow job, and squeezing
his bone, I got an idea. I remembered some stuff called, 'lock
tape' that dad had from his old job. It was weird stuff--once
you wrapped the tape on something, it wouldn't come off. The
only way to get this stuff off was to use a special spray solvent
that dissolved the tape. It was guaranteed to be a solvent that
could not be duplicated.
This would be THE perfect and foolproof chastity belt. There
were lots of rolls of the stuff--and cans of the spray--lined up
on the back of dad's work bench. As soon as we were done here, I
would need to go hide all the lock tape stuff, so that Todd
couldn't cheat with my special, custom, brotherly chastity belt.
I was celebrating my new idea in my head, when it came back
to me that the sex should stop for now until after the spanking.
And I was anxious to give Todd the punishment spankings, hard
strappings he never got--the ones I had to take. Also, I wanted
to give him other punishments.
"Stand up, boy," I said to Todd, roughly. "Go get the
thickest, widest strap from my closet." I thought about what I
would do to my brother, while he went digging in my closet. His
stunning, 14-year-old looks and cute little voice were getting to
me.
When he got back, I tied his wrists together with the strap,
then hooked the other end of the strap to a nail, high up on my
wall. Todd was more than surprised--he breathed in fearfully.
"You thought I was going to hit you with this, didn't you?"
"Yeah, Pete, but um--what are you doing?"
"I'm going to see how smart you are. You gotta be alert and
cooperative." Of course, my plan was to suck him within an inch
of cumming, then leave him hanging, while he sucked on me a
little more, then got his first real spanking.
"Yes, sir."
"Just say 'Ok, Pete,' for now."
"Ok, Pete."
Although I liked calling my brother, 'boy,' the 'sir' stuff
was getting on my nerves. Todd was my brother--hot, cute, sexy--
but first of all my brother, and I loved him--and I never wanted
to lose that love, that part of who we were.
And all of that was aside from the fact that I wanted to fuck
his ass and paddle it and make him scream--not to mention the
fact that I wanted to bugger him all night long, with his dick
wrapped in lock tape, and wait for him to beg me for his sexual
release. Of course, I wanted to suck his cute bone, too.
In a way, spanking my brother would be almost like spanking
myself--after all, we shared similar faces, similar builds,
similar cocks.
I couldn't admit it to Todd, but I had a little of the slave,
the masochist, in me--Todd wasn't the only one. So, yeah, I'd
love seeing him squirm and hearing him scream--but it would be a
little like spanking myself--that was kind of hot, too, although
I didn't know what I'd really think until the time came.
I just needed to be careful not to reveal my 'slave'
fantasies to Todd. I had to maintain my master image, and be
dominant with him. He had to know I was his permanent boss.
Still, I wanted to say at least one nice thing to him.
"Hey, Todd--you look sexy with your arms tied together, and
up in the air."
He just looked at me and blushed.
"Too bad some of that white skin is gonna be red, before I'm
done with you."
I think Todd's blush deepened at that.
Those masters were right-- there's nothing like the sight of
a blushing boy who is tied up and helpless--which is what Todd
was at that moment.
I walked closer to my brother. I knew I was going to tease
him, but besides that, I really wanted to kiss him--something
that boned me up just thinking about, but I was afraid to try,
fearing a kiss just might gross him out. I decided to do the
next best thing--put my face in his, and stare him down.
'Okay,' I thought to myself, 'I'm putting off spanking Todd
because I want some sex--at least some teasing, first.' I put my
hands against the wall where he was. I leaned into him. I slid
my feet back to lower my height. I imagined we looked like a
lopsided letter "A." We were practically nose to nose. As I
stared, I could feel my eyes burning into him.
Todd's breathing became heavy--getting nervous, probably.
His lips parted; I felt his warm breath. His eyes revealed his
tension--they moved about. Then, he let out a moan that sounded
like the beginning of a cry, or pent-up emotion suddenly
released--and my little brother pushed his mouth against my neck,
and hugged for all he was worth. The sensation of his lips
must've felt as good to him as it did to my neck. He'd hit the
right spot to make me go weak.
"Oh, God, Pete!" Todd moaned, almost in relief.
"Oh, yeah, Todd!" My knees gave out, and I slid down my
little brother's body. My mouth was about even with the best
part of him--which was wet with precum. I just stared at it--its
beauty, hardness, and thickness.
"Oh, yeah, Pete--suck me. Make me know it's my brother
that's sucking my cock."
'Wait,' I thought to myself, 'How many times am I going to
postpone Todd's spanking for sex?' But I wanted him. It made it
even more exciting because he seemed to want me, too.
"Man, I'd kill for that. I'd do anything for you," I said
passionately, and quickly licked his shaft. I'd let too much of
the cat out of the bag, I thought.
"Oh, yeah . . . oh, yeah!" Todd moaned--more from my licking
than my words, I was sure. I was careful to lick just his shaft.
Then it was time to tease him more. I slid my lips over all
my brother's slick hot bone, barely touching it. I'm sure Todd
felt very little, but what he did feel must have been like
torture.
"Oh, God!" Todd said, sounding like he was in great torment.
"Hey little bro--you want your little boner sucked--the whole
thing?" Of course, there was nothing little about it.
"Yes, really bad, Pete--really bad."
"Tell me more, bro," I said, prompting him to remember a
scene I was sure he'd read in one of the better slave sites.
Of course, my whole body was in conflict--I wanted the sex,
but I couldn't wait to take the strap to his ass, and pay him
back for what I got--what HE should have got from dad. I wanted
to know what my sexy little brother sounded like when he was
screaming in pain. I wouldn't damage him, though.
"I want you--my brother's hot lips sliding on my dick. My
dick needs you . . . It's really a nice dick," Todd said
desperately.
"That's good, Todd, what else?"
"I want your big-brother lips."
"I want your little-brother dick," I said.
"I guess we got a deal."
With my hands behind him gripping his tight butt, I spread
his little ass-cheeks, just for fun, (even though his back was to
the wall and I couldn't see my handiwork). His young hardon was
pulsing, dripping, and dark red with desire. I grinned with
pleasure to flick my tongue at it, over and over. I was sure
Todd would have blue-balls by the time I was done.
Finally, I let my mouth dive onto his hot, fourteen-year-old
hardon. The shot of precum, alone, flowing into my mouth, had my
head spinning. I could feel the fluid flowing through my own
cock, and I looked down to see my clear precum dripping on Todd's
feet.
I loved the feel of his trapped body; that his hands,
uncomfortably joined behind him, were pulled upward, and held up
with the strap, attached to the nail on the wall. Even if his
knees gave out, he would hang there helplessly.
"Mmmm," I said with my mouth full of young-brother cock. My
hands took advantage of the privilege of rubbing themselves over
his wonderfully smooth boyflesh. The unbroken perfection of his
hot, tight skin made my hands tingle.
Then I really got into it. It was like a mysterious
something entered my head, and this incredible feeling flowed all
through me. It was almost a dizzy feeling, I was so into it--
lost in the mysterious pleasure of sucking my hot little brother.
'Nothing--nothing can stop me now,' I thought.
I no sooner had applied myself harder to the task, when I
felt a shiver in Todd's penis. I slid off his hot shaft long
enough to say, "Yeah bro, yeah!" and shoved his thick hungry cock
right back into my mouth.
"Suck my cock . . . Pete . . . I wanna feel my big brother's
lips squeezing my dick . . . Uhh . . . I'm gonna--"
I knew what he was going to say, and I knew why he didn't
finish. He started blasting me with his powerful streams. I got
brave, and pressed the tip of my finger against his little
boyhole--and I pressed my tongue against his dick at the same
time.
"Oh, fuck, Pete . . . oh YEAH!"
It was nice to know that my brother was probably going to
make a very willing bottom--and I couldn't wait to shove my wet
hard cock up in him. I didn't care that he'd violated the scene
by telling me what to do. I doubted he'd even remember that--
he'd spoken those words at the height of his passion.
I pushed Todd's tight butt away from the wall for a moment,
and gave his solid mounds some good, hearty, big-brother smacks.
Todd's body was bucking subtly, making his dick push in and
out slightly--and my hands, now on his hips, transmitted visual
images to my brain--sexy images of my brother's little hips,
pushing and pumping his hungry bone into my waiting mouth.
I knew--it should have been him sucking me, but I was too far
into it to care. My body and cock were shaking.
He seemed to shoot into my mouth forever--I don't know how
many shots. All I knew was that I--mind and body--enjoyed every
drop. My mind screamed with pleasure at the taste of him, the
feel of his buttocks and hips in my hands, his jetlike pulses of
hot liquid striking my tongue and jetting across it, to the back
of my throat--and just knowing I was hungrily eating his
brothercum.
Suddenly time was frozen. We just stayed that way--me on my
knees with Todd's dick in my mouth, and Todd with his back to the
wall, hands tied together and held over his head with my belt.
All you could hear was our quick breathing, which gradually
quieted.
As my head cleared, this hot, unidentified sensation between
my legs made itself known as my dick--which was screaming to cum.
My hand went right for the task.
"No, Pete--save it for me. Let me do you. Please."
Then I realized I'd gotten carried away sucking Todd, and
forgotten to deny him his climax. But, with what Todd had just
said--he obviously wanted to get some of his big brother's dick--
so, maybe denying him that privilege would do, for now.
"No. Time for justice to be done--and for your punishment.
Remember?"
"Please, Pete--just a taste. Let me taste you, just for a
sec."
'If he only knew how badly I wanted that, right now,' I
thought. I decided to try staring Todd down again.
"No lips on the neck, like last time," I told him in my best,
deepest, no-nonsense voice.
Our eyes met. There seemed to be a hypnotic spell that swept
over us--a dizzy, spinning feeling. I felt I was starting to
lose control. My brother lunged at me. He pressed his lips
against mine. We were having our first kiss. I couldn't believe
this.
I had to hold on to my 14-year-old brother's body to keep
from sliding to the floor. I broke away--long enough to pull my
head back, exchange surprised, passionate glances with him--then
kissed him back with everything I had.
Our lips joined perfectly as if this was meant to be, and our
hot brother-tongues joined in, pressing and sliding against each
other. I broke away again to see Todd's face, and this time, the
resemblance between us really hit me. I saw more of myself in my
brother's face--and that did something magical to my dick, as we
embraced again, with a hotter, harder kiss.
I had to strap him NOW, or I never would. I went through a
few mental exercises to get myself back to reality. I had to get
a grip on myself.
"Pete--let me suck you now."
"No!" I quickly turned Todd around so he faced the wall. The
belt twisted easily, and still kept his arms raised over his
head. I noticed he had some slack in the belt, because his
elbows were bent. I wanted to bite his buttcheeks, but I thought
that might be too much for our first time. "Bend your legs more
to scoot yourself down, boy--make your butt stick out, more!"
"I guess it's back to 'sir,' now, huh?" Todd said innocently.
There was something about his thinner, higher voice that made him
cuter, more vulnerable--sexy. Even more so than his younger,
softer face.
"Yep--you got it. Back to 'sir.'" I couldn't believe how
sexy my 14-year-old brother was with his face to the wall and
butt sticking out at me. And with him helpless, I could do
anything I wanted.
"Yes, sir," Todd said, as he slid down the wall a bit,
pushing his butt out, back toward me. The sight of my brother at
that moment was hotter than any picture I'd seen on the net.
"Shit," I said, looking at the strap holding Todd's arms up,
"Now I gotta find another strap." I didn't want to break away
from this image of him.
"Sir," my brother said bravely, "aren't you gonna use the
paddle?" He knew I'd semi-permanently borrowed a paddle from my
friend Steve's brother--and I guess he knew enough that a paddle
would be less painful than the dreaded strap, especially since
he'd had time to read about it in the slave sites.
"Nope--'fraid not, boy. First it's time for justice to be
done--partially done, anyway. It's time for your virgin, little
brother buttocks to get the strappings you missed out on--the
strappings I took for you. Those were YOUR strappings--that was
YOUR pain I took. And now it's time you take that pain back--and
I'll be the one givin' it back to ya! It's time your fine, pure,
white, little-brother butt tasted the STRAP!" I said, trying not
to sound angry.
The full justice would be done only when dad gave Todd the
proper taste of his thick, wide strap--which was bigger and
heavier than any of the straps I had. At least I'd hoped dad
would do that, soon.
"Sir--I'll take it. I'm ready. I practiced."
"We'll see," I said, ignoring his foolish bravery.
I could hear Todd gulp. He turned his head to look at me.
The fear in his eyes made my cock jump. Maybe I WAS cut out to
do this--to be the master, to control him, after all.
"Face the WALL, boy!"
Todd made some kind of sound--barely audible. I guess he was
afraid--afraid that this might be more than he bargained for.
Too bad, I thought. His ass is gonna get it good! I suddenly
remembered the lock tape, but I thought it could wait until
later.
I leaned into my closet and took out my second best strap. I
got comfortable gripping it, and aimed. My backswing was so
practiced, I did it automatically.
"You're not gonna like this," I said as a warning--maybe as a
last-minute out, to my brother. I paused to see if he would
respond.
I let go with all I had. I literally hurled the strap into
his right buttock. The smacking sound on Todd's smooth, perfect
boyflesh was deafening. I could tell the blow had knocked all
the breath out of him. The red stripe came instantly.
I waited for his scream.
"AHHHhhhhhhhh! . . . FUCK! Ahhh, shit! God damn!"
God, that scream was beautiful! Finally, this boy-brother
was tasting the real thing--what he should have tasted long ago.
"UH! Ahh, God! Pete, OH!"
"SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!"
I had to cut off his verbal assault--I wanted a real BIG
scream. I doubled up on the strap. I swung even more fiercely
than the first time.
"SSSWWWWWHHHAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!"
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeearrrrrrrrggggghhhhh!"
After a few seconds, I went up close to his bone-hardening,
crimson butt. Cruelly, I slapped it sharply, three times, with
my hand.
"AHH! AHH! AHH, FUCK! SHIT . . . PETE!"
The poor kid, I thought, but only half-heartedly. I knew I
hadn't hit Todd as hard as dad hit me--and I came through dad's
spankings, okay. I was enjoying all of my brother's sounds of
woe. My dick was, too. Remembering what I'd read, I planned to
let him yell for a while, then I'd rub in some stuff, and kiss
and make it better. I thought about treating him harsher, but--
damn!--why did he have to be so cute?
The only thing I hadn't planned out was how I was going to
fuck him. I'd give that some thought, now--as long as I could
keep myself from cumming, in the meantime. Maybe I'd suck his
dick some more. That should take some of the pain out of his
skinny little 14-year-old butt. And get him ready for his first
big-brother entry. Oh, yeah.
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Thanks.
*** Please mention, 'Spanking Story' or I'll be real confused.
(My other story is "Hot Younger Brother.")
Thanks. --Pete
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