Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 10:52:04 -0600
From: Trent Ryder <trent.ryder@outlook.com>
Subject: Brothers Keeper - Part Six

You should not read this if you are underage or live where reading about
sex among males is illegal.  This is a story of two brothers and their
Puritanical father.  The younger brother uses the family situation to gain
control over his brother, and then involves others.  Gradually the news
spreads, much to Jack's discomfort.

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                         Part 6 - The Bus Stops Here


For Jack, the rest of Saturday was a blur.  He was very tired, and his dick
was sore.  It stayed unusually limp, fortunately.  He didn't even like to
hold it to pee.  Grady watched him in the bathroom and snickered.

"That thing seems worn out."

"I never want to go through anything like that again."

"I'm going over to Matt's this afternoon.  Do you want to come along and
watched the video with us?" Grady snickered.

Jack gave him a look of contempt.  But Grady couldn't resist trying to make
Jack sweat.

"If you don't go, there'd be room for somebody else to watch it.  Do you
have anyone in mind?  After all, you're the star."  He chuckled.

Jack didn't even dignify the remark with an answer.

"Well, if you don't have any suggestions, how about Grover?  I bet he'd
love to see you in the flesh like that.  I know he enjoyed yesterday with
you standing on the back steps naked."

Jack turned on him angrily. "Matt said if I let him video that stuff, he'd
never show it to anybody."

"Well then, I guess that's between you and Matt.  I just know he said for
me to come over and see it."  He paused.  "Seriously, Jack, he's really
carried away with the whole thing.  He may make some 8x10 prints of one or
two of the best moments."

Jack was getting angrier and angrier.  "He said nobody else would ever see
it."

"Correction. What I think he said was nobody else would ever see the video.
Obviously making some nice color prints isn't the same as showing them the
video."

Jack had finished peeing.  He flushed the toilet and turned to go.

"Did you call Zack back?"

"Yes, Grady.  Not that it's any of your business."

"Watch the tone, Jack.  Now that there's a video and enlargements in the
offing, I don't think you want to make any waves with me or Matt.  Now I
know that thing of yours won't need any working tonight, but even so you
want to be able to get some relief tomorrow night and all the following
nights, right?"

Jack realized he truth of this, as much as he hated it.  He called over his
shoulder, "I'm going over to his house tomorrow, while you and dad are gone
to church."

"Well...just remember to behave yourself, ok?  You know as well as I do
that the first time I find you're breaking our `no jacking' rules, that's
when I'm going to dad and that means you'll be going to the doctor.  You
don't want that do you Jack?"

When he got no reply, he asked again" Do you, Jack?"

Reluctantly he replied, "No, Grady."



The rest of Saturday went by in a sort of blur.  At some point Grady rushed
triumphantly back from Matt's, holding an 8x10 glossy color print of Jack
totally boned, with the hot dog poking out his butt.  It was the moment he
had been told to expel it out himself.  Grady said Matt wanted him to
autograph it "for his collection."

"What does that man?"

"I think he's really into the video stuff.  He might want to make another
video of you before too long.  He's talked to his brother who has some
great ideas."

"I'll bet Dex does.  Well you said today was a one time thing."

"Right, and when I said it I truly meant it.  But nothing lasts forever
Jack, even verbal agreements and promises."

Jack as almost too tired to argue, but he felt he had to try and stop this
new wave of interest in photographing him.

"If you can't keep your word, how do you expect me to believe you?"

"Now, Jack, you're just tired.  That was quite a workout Matt gave you,.
I'll be the first to admit Matt's darn good at that kind of stuff.  I've
just finished watching the whole thing and you were really awesome, even if
you are my brother."

He reached over and patted Jack on the shoulder.  "Now you get some rest
and we can talk about it again tonight."



However when Grady did come in his room at bedtime, Jack was lying on top
of the covers in his underwear, looking at the ceiling.

"Jack, you aren't ready for me?  You aren't in position?"

"I thought you said I'd be too worn out.  Plus we need to talk."

"Jack, even so, you should always be in position when I come in at bedtime.
Hands behind your head, shorts in your mouth, body rigid and waiting.  You
know that."

"Can we talk?"

"Not until you're in position, Jack.  Now don't waste time.  Get ready."

He complied, but then realized that with his shorts in his mouth, he
wouldn't be able to talk.  "How can I talk if my mouth's full?"

"Well just get in position and I'll answer that.  I really just want to
talk to you, Jack.  One of your problems is you never accept things, you
always want to argue or question."

Once Jack was in position, Grady began a slow massaging of his abs while he
talked.

"Matt is my best friend.  If I want to share you with him, that's my
decision, just like if I want to give you sexual relief at night that's my
decision.  It's not yours, Jack.  That's why it's so important to do what I
say and not gripe or argue."

His hands move to Jack's dick.  It was totally soft and Jack was not
aroused at all.  Grady seemed to be playing with it almost absent mindedly,
his fingers just lightly touching it, moving it to the left or right, the
way one might play with a pencil on a desk.

"Always remember, Jack, that all this comes to an end if I find you're ever
jacking that thing yourself.  I want to always be able to say to dad that
you no longer jack it.  If I ever find out otherwise, I'll tell dad you
fooled me and have been doing it behind my back.  You know what that will
probably mean, don't you, Jack?"

The fingers still idly played with the penis.  Jack nodded.

"Then tell me what it means."

"It means he'll probably send me to that doctor thinking I'm a sex maniac
or something."

The briefs had fallen out of his mouth.  Grady picked them up
distastefully, holding them away as if they were diseased.  He dropped them
beside the bed and got up.

"I'm going to bed, Jack.  Think about all that, ok?"

Grady's fingers had made Jack begin to get back some of the sexual feelings
he thought had been milked out of him that morning.

"Want to stay and see if I can get some relief?"

"No, Jack.  You're too tired and I'm too tired.  Goodnight."

Jack felt frustrated.  Finally he dropped off to sleep.



Sunday was the best day of the weekend.  He got to go to Zack's.  He had
decided to tell Zack most of what was going on, but he wouldn't tell him
about Grady having control of his dick.  That was just too mortifying.

When he finished, Zack said "Perkins doesn't really mean any harm.  Let's
go across the street and see if he's home.  Maybe talking to him away from
school will ease things for you."

Perkins was glad to see them.  After Jack explained he didn't like them
doing things to him, didn't understand why they made him go without
underwear at school, and all the other things, Perkins just smiled.

"Come here, Jack."  He pulled Jack across his knee like he was going to
spank him.  Instead he just started rubbing Jack's butt.

"That's a damn fine butt, Jack.  Don't you think so, Zack?"

Zack shifted uncomfortably.  "I don't know much about butts. "

"Yes you do.  You've got one, haven't you?"

"Sure but that's no indication that I know a lot about butts."

"Well come over here then and rub your hands along this one."  After a
moment he added, "Pull down your pants, Jack, so Zack can really get the
feel of a great butt."

Jack didn't want to, but Perkins started pulling them down and in a minute
Jack was in his briefs.

"Feel that, Zack?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it great?  Wouldn't you like to have a butt as fine as that?"

Jack and Zack both blushed.

"Jack do you like both of us rubbing it?"

Jack was in a quandary.  It felt good...in fact it felt too good, he
realized as his dick started to rise.

"Ah, we're getting results.  Jack stand up here so I can pull your briefs
down."

He didn't have much choice as Perkins lifted him off his knees and stood
him in front of him.  He yanked the briefs down to Jack's ankles.  His dick
stood at attention, especially since Perkins put his hand on Jack's butt
and kept rubbing it.

"So smooth.  Zack, that butt is like a baby's.  Feel how soft the skin is.
You sure don't find that every day, especially in a jock who plays
football.  I can swear to that."

Zack was grinning as well as blushing.  He slid his hand across Jack's
butt, and Jack trembled like a young stallion.

"Easy, Jack.  Zack's just checking you out.  I think he'd like to learn
more about butts, especially yours.  Right Zack?"

"I don't think -"

"Well I'll prove it.  Drop your pants and shorts."

"No, Perkins, I -"

"You want me to take them off you?  You know what that means.  It'll be a
lot worse for you, Zack."

Quick as a flash Zack had them down at his ankles.

"See that bone, Jack?  If you ever doubted he liked butts, three's the
proof.  See how hard that dick of his is?"

Jack nodded.  His own dick was beginning to get moist.

"Go ahead, Jack, check it out."

"I can see."

"No, Jack, I said check it out.  Reach over there and feel how hard it is."

Slowly Jack reached over and obeyed.  Perkins was right.  It was hard.  It
was very hard.  Zack gave a little moan as Jack felt the tip.  Jack's own
dick responded with a tremble.  Perkins laughed.

"If you two ever doubted you were made for each other, you've got the
answer now.  You guys are so much fun to mess with."

Both boys were so overwhelmed they didn't know what to say.  Both dressed
quickly and said goodbye to Perkins.  They hurried back to Zack's.

"I don't think that proved anything" Zack said.

"I agree.  And when I jerk off, I don't think about you."

"Who do you think about then?"

"It used to be stuff in general.  But lately it's been about Perkins."

"Does he know?"

"Absolutely not.  And don't you ever tell him, either."

"Maybe that's just a passing interest."

"I don't want to talk about it.  And what's the real story on your
relationship with Perkins anyway?"  He looked at Zack carefully and saw he
was blushing.

"Nothing, Jack.  Honest."

"Then what are you blushing for?"

"Nothing."

"He lives right across the street, he knows you so well.  Has he ever
messed with you?  Come on, Zack.  Tell me.  You don't have anything to
hide.  Plus I can see you're still hard."

"Let's go out in the back and shoot some hoops."

That's how they spent the afternoon.



That night Grady didn't come in at all.  Jack had waited, shorts in his
mouth and hands behind his head, and Grady didn't show.  Getting out of bed
and holding his shorts, he went through the bathroom into his brother's
room, and found him asleep.

"Grady" he whispered as he touched his shoulder.

Grady didn't stir.  It made Jack mad that he had waited all this time, so
anxious for relief, and that his little brother cared so little that he was
sound asleep.

'To hell with that' he thought to himself, 'if he's asleep it's safe for me
to do it on my own.'  He had reached the point recently where he would
rather have his little brother do him, but if Grady cared so little...

Grady stirred.  "Huh?"

"Grady, I've been waiting for you."

"Oh.  Sorry.  Not tonight, Jack.  I'm tired.  We'll do it another time."

"But I can't sleep when I'm this way."  His erection was pointed up like
the mast of a ship.  He felt like it was throbbing.  He really had to have
some relief.

"Sure you can.  You've done it before when I didn't finish you.  Tonight
should be easier since I haven't even started working on your thing."

Jack was totally frustrated.  He went back to his room and lay on the bed.
He felt so horned.  His dick was rock solid hard and he knew it wasn't
going down any time soon.  This just didn't seem fair to be treated this
way.  And on top of that, it really griped Jack that Grady had gotten Matt
involved in all of this.

He stretched full length and tightened his muscles, trying to take the
tension out so he could sleep.  But his dick ached to be touched.  He had
begun recently to realize he liked Grady's hand on it better than his own.
In a way that troubled him, but for times like now he knew that his own
could do a fine job.  He had pulled off his briefs and was lying on top of
the sheet.  Slowly he let his hand slide down there.  Ohhhh.  It was sooo
good to squeeze it.

He listened to make sure no sounds were coming from Grady's room.  He could
get some relief now and cope with whatever Grady would torture him with
tomorrow.  This thing was so hard, so thick, so rigid.  He loved it this
way.  He began stroking it and slowly picked up speed.  If he could get off
quick he could clean it up and get on to sleep.  He needed it so bad.  He
wanted that feeling of totally blasting out a load while his hand went wild
on it.  He was getting close when -

"Stop!" Grady said quietly but like a whip.  Abruptly he slapped Jack's
hand away and then he whacked Jack's erection with a ping pong paddle.  It
stung and it was all Jack could do to keep from crying out.  Grady
continued to whack it with the paddle and the pain became unbearable.

Afraid to antagonize his brother at this point, Jack rolled onto his
stomach to protect his dick from further pain.  Grady couldn't risk using
the paddle on Jack's butt because the noise would wake their father.  But
one side of the paddle was rough surfaced, and he used it like a sander to
rub Jack's ass.  When he finally stopped Jack was gasping and his butt was
scratchy red.  It would heal by morning, just a skin burn, but it was
enough to teach him a lesson.

"I'll decide tomorrow if I tell dad what I caught you doing" Grady said,
and went to bed.  Grady's dick felt happy.  Jack's didn't.

The long night hours went slowly for Jack.  Grady on the other hand slept
like the dead.

Grady didn't bring up the subject in the morning, and Jack decided it was
probably best to wait until Grady had something to say.  He had enough to
worry about at school as it was.



When Jack boarded the bus that Monday morning, two guys in particular were
waiting for him.  The two oversized sophomores, Pallmerri and Bozart, had
positioned themselves to the best advantage to get Jack.  They had seen
Grover making a grab for Jack's crotch on Friday, and they had formed a
plan.

They had talked about it, actually very eagerly although neither would
admit that part, and planned it over the weekend, pouring over the pics of
Jack in the boys' bathroom when Perkins and Grossman held him.  Both
Pallmerri and Bozart agreed that any guy who lets people hold him up so
cell phones could snap pics of his bone, was a guy who deserved whatever he
got.  And the fact that even freshmen like Grover made a grab for Jack's
stuff, was in their minds proof positive that they could do whatever they
wanted to him.

Pallmerri, whose hot Italian blood accounted for his insuppressible sex
drive, summed it up for Bozart, "A guy who sports an erection in front of
other boys, who doesn't value privacy, who likes guys to mess with him, who
lets other guys expose him that way, a guy who has even these little
freshmen grab at his meat, that guy has got be taught a lesson."

Bozart had agreed.  "We know how to fix him good, right?"

Pallmerri was the one with ideas.  Bozart respected that, and always looked
to Pallmerri for leadership.  Plus that hot Italian sausage of Pallmerri's
had long been the stuff of Bozart's suppressed dreams.  He knew he could
never let Pallmerri know, but he got some relief from his suppressed
desires when the two of them got some guy who really needed to be got.
That was always his great dream of the ultimate adventure, he and Pallmerri
doing things together, wild things, things they knew their victim would
never admit happened.  And doing it side by side.  Buddies forever, raising
hell whenever they wanted to.  He boned just thinking about it.

Both boys had a wild streak, so much so that they had been held back a year
when they were in the lower grades.  So they were actually Jack's age, both
solidly built, and both enjoyed fantasizing what they could do to somebody
if he was their prisoner.  Somebody like Jack, a grade ahead and a real
challenge.  Like hungry wolves licking their chops, they were ready for
their prey when he came down the aisle.

Jack never knew what hit him.  One minute he was looking to the back of the
bus to spot Zack, and the next Pallmerri grabbed him, pulling him onto his
lap while Bozart reached across the aisle and began pulling on Jack's
pants.

Jack let out a shout and the bus driver looked back just as Bozart had
Jack's belt off and his pants sliding down.

The younger kids at the front were looking back both eager and afraid.  The
girls were giggling, while the sophomores in their area just grinned.  They
knew what the dynamic duo were up to. They had seen it happen enough at
school.

The bus drive stood up and headed to the back.  Bozart knew they'd be
stopped in just a second and there wouldn't be time to get his shorts off
or even his pants all the way.  So he did the next best thing and reached
in Jack's briefs and grabbed his dick.  Jack went wild, kicking and
yelling.  The boys on the bus knew what that kind of kicking and yelling
signified.  They all grinned and some got a bulge in their pants.

"You boys stop that!  I don't intend to have any conduct like that on my
bus!  Stop it this minute or you'll be going to the principal's office when
we get to the school!"

Bozart wanted to cop that feel for as long as he could, until the bus
driver slapped him hard on the top of his head.

"Stop that!  That's filthy!  Where'd you ever learn such a thing!"

The bus was agog.  Other buses sometimes had outbreaks of things like this,
but never on this bus.  Mr. Johnson was well liked and the students knew
they had to behave.

Jack was mortified.  Pallmerri leaned close and whispered in his ear, "This
is just the beginning for you.  Any guy who'd let other guys do this stuff
to him, needs to be taught a lesson."

"Fuck you!" Jack said back.

Unfortunately he made his reply too loud.

"Filthy language! We don't have that on this bus!"  Mr. Johnson was beside
himself with rage.  Bozart was holding the top of his head, glad the driver
had stopped hitting him.

Some of the younger girls up front nodded their approval.  Their parents
often asked them about conduct on the bus, and they had always been able to
give a good report.

"Jack Cooper, take yourself to the back of the bus, and you two boys sit up
straight.  When we get to school, I'm marching you to the principal's
office myself."

"He started it" Pallmerri said, his eyes gleaming.  "He's been doing stuff
to us."

"That's not true!" Jack responded.  "I never-"

Bozart caught Pallmerri's clue and backed him up.  "He's a junior and he
thinks he can get away with anything.  You wouldn't believe some of the
filthy stuff-"

"I'm aware of Cooper's...um...habits, but that's no excuse for what you
were doing.  Now sit down, shut up, and come with me when we get to
school."

Jack was totally shaken.  He hardly knew Pallmerri and Bozart.  Plus his
dick had started getting hard.  Bozart had sure been able to get good
results quick.  He couldn't understand why that was.



Now the driver, the three boys, and Mr. Sanders sat in the principal's
office.  The principal had called Sanders in since he knew he had witnessed
something in the boys' bathroom Friday.

To Pallmerri and Bozart, he said "You boys have been in trouble so much
that I think the last time I told what would happen if I had to paddle you
again."

Both buys blushed and nodded.

"So now with an audience, I am going to do what I promised – paddle you
naked."

Jack was amazed.  He had never heard of a principal going that far to
administer a paddling.  But somehow the idea of witnessing it turned him
on.  Even before they had stripped, Jack was totally boned.

Pallmerri's Italian sausage was long and slick, while Bozart's was short
and almost hidden by his public hairs.  Jack was fascinated with
Pallmerri's.  He wondered if it would swing around while his butt was
getting paddled good.

Unfortunately they now had to face the desk and grab hold of it while the
principal administered the punishment.  Jack could see their butts, and it
reminded him what Perkins had said the day before about good butts.
Pallmerri had a great butt, while Bozart's was hairy and sort of flat.

When the principal finished , both boys had very red butts, and pulled
their clothes on as fast as they could.  They shot Jack some murderous
glances as they left.  Once out in the hall, Bozart said "He shouldn't have
been allowed to watch us get punished.  It was his fault anyway."
Pallmerri replied "Yeah, showing himself off to everybody.  We'll fix him
good."

Back inside the principal thanked the bus driver and sent him on his way.
Now it was only the principal, Jack, and Mr. Sanders.

"So, Jack, Mr. Sanders said you've had some bathroom problems, or sexual
exposure ones at least."

Jack didn't know how to answer that.  He just looked down at the floor.
The principal came and put his hand on Jack's shoulder.

"We want to get you some help, Jack.  The school isn't really the place for
a boy who can't control his urges.  We can talk to your father or ask him
to set up an appointment with a good doctor.  Doctors have a lot of ways to
take care of boys with problems like yours. The fact that you're the only
case of this that we've had, doesn't mean there aren't a lot of boys around
the country with the same problem."

This hit Jack in a number of ways.  They were calling him a freak, since
they've never had this before.  And they wanted to talk to his dad and even
worse find a doctor to cure him.

His voice cracked.  "Please...don't talk to my dad.  Things are bad enough
at home, so please..."

"Then you want us to recommend a doctor?  There is a good man locally known
for treating cases like yours."

"Please no doctor.  There has to another way."  He was desperate.

Mr. Sanders spoke up.  "In addition to my teaching, I do guidance
counseling.  My free period is the same as your study hall.  Would you be
willing to come in and talk to me each day?"

Jack nodded quickly.  "Yes.  Yes I would."

"You know you'd have to talk about things that maybe you aren't comfortable
talking about."

Desperate to get out of this ok, he said, "I agree.  Whatever it takes to
get past this, I'll do."

The principal returned to his desk and sat down.  "Then I'll leave it with
you two...for now.  But Jack, you do have to be careful what things you get
yourself into.  You have one more year before you graduate.  Whether you go
to college or get a job, your work for the final two years of high school
will be what you'll be judged by.  Don't mess up, Jack.  It's too
important."

Jack nodded because he thought that was what was expected of him.  What he
longed to be able to say was that this wasn't his doing.  If everybody –
starting with his father and brother – would leave him alone, he'd get
along fine.  He just hoped he'd get that chance.



Unbeknownst to him, Matt and Grady had a quick conversation while classes
were changing.

"You really did that, Grady?  Claimed you were too tired to jack him off?"

Grady smiled roguishly.  "Wish you could have seen him, the look on his
face.  He was begging, man.  My big brother, the football jock, was begging
me.  I've got him eating out of my hand now.  And when I caught him trying
to jack it on his own, I threatened to tell dad.  That scared the shit out
of him."

"You've got him trained."  Matt was sincerely in awe of Grady.  He had
another motive as well.  "Can I get to do stuff to him again?  I want some
more pics...and a chance alone with him again."

"I think that can be arranged" he replied in his most super cool tone of
voice.

"What have you got in mind for him tonight?"

"I'm still working on it.  But I assure you it'll be good."



At the top of the bleachers during their regular PE class, Pallmerri and
Bozart were still plotting.

"I wish we could get him on the bus – like maybe get him in the back and
strip him and chase him down the aisle.  That'd be payback for him getting
to see us naked and getting paddled."

Pallmerri shook his head. "Too risky.  Johnson'd throw us off the bus and I
figure the school would expel us.  My folks would kill me if that happened.
No, I like the idea of exposing him in public.  It's just a case of finding
the right location to do it in."

Bozart felt himself getting hard.  He was glad he always wore a jock.  He
knew if Pallmerri ever saw him getting boned over stuff they talked about,
he'd be finished.  Pallmerri had let him know long ago he couldn't stand
any guy ever perving on him.

"But we can still try to grab him between classes still, right?  We won't
have to wait for a big occasion."

"I'd say tomorrow would be a good day to grab him.  The chemistry lab isn't
used first period.  We could try to grab him then."

                              (End of Part Six)

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