Date: Sun, 02 Sep 2001 22:53:51 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: When Danny Decided Section 3 (LJB)(Mb MB bb b^b spank)(3/4)

The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.

This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in sexual
situations.

It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

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The final two sections of this story contain elements of Domination and
Discipline (spanking).

If these elements bother or offend you, don't read them.
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Hope that you enjoy.       LJB


When Danny Decided

Chapter 3

The following year Danny opened a landscaping and design business which he
ran from the office/den of our house.  He had studied this field at and
graduated from the community college and was very good at his chosen
profession There was certainly no lack of customers.  He employed a staff
of about 10 including Ron and Keith and throughout our teen years, Ricky,
David and I would all work for and earn our extra money from his company.

I know I have not described Danny physically since he was sixteen, but
because my story covers a number of years I thought I would wait until now.
In fact he had not changed all that much.  Just gotten better.  At age 22,
he stood 6'4" with a clear tanned complexion, soft, brown, wavy hair and by
5 o'clock, he had a 5 o'clock shadow.  His deep, brown eyes normally had a
sparkle shining in them, but given a good reason, they could flash and turn
icy cold.  He had a laid back manner and was normally soft spoken with a
deep, masculine tone.  At 195 lbs., he had a chest of 46", V-ing in to a
waist of 30" and biceps at 18".  He was muscular with definition showing
throughout his entire body, not the bulk of a body buff, but the well
developed form from years of exercise and care.  Fine hair formed furry
beds in the pit of each arm and the sprinkling of hair across his pecs had
become denser and easily visualized.  A pink disc the size of a quarter lay
centered on each pec supporting an ever erect nub.  His abdominal six pack
was hairless except for the dark ¬" trail of fur leading from his pecs
to his full and bushy pubes.  His penis had finally stopped growing and
hung 6" soft and 9 ¬" erect with a bell shaped head and veined shaft.
His low hanging scrotum was hairless and contained 2 firm, robin's eggs.
His posterior had not changed and remained hard and attractively shaped,
giving his pants full and lusty definition.  A man of virile beauty.

The best way I can tell you about myself is to say I looked very much like
a little Danny.  Although I had growth to yet be achieved, each year I
resembled my oldest brother more and more. It was always a source of great
pride for me and I was extra proud whenever he made note of the similarity
of my development. I made an effort to work out with Danny in the weight
room each day and the long term effects were providing muscle tone which
complimented my entire body.

Ricky, on the other hand was different than us by age 15.  While having the
tanned complexion we brothers shared, the brown hair and eyes, his build
was smaller and more compact.  A handsome young man, his features more
resembled our mother's side of the family and his personality was quieter
and less aggressive.  A stud in his own right, his body was void of hair
except in the usual locations.  His penis and family jewels though were a
potential match to our big brother's, while his body reflected the
traditional swimmer's style.

David, Ricky and I were involved or partnered at various times as we
experimented with each other sexually.  I learned I was considerably more
aggressive than either of them and from a certain point took the lead in
what we were going to do.  I always made sure I knew what my partner(s)
wanted and they achieved their needs while I achieved my own.  Ricky
continued to experiment with his other friends and had also begun to date
and sexually experiment with girls.  David and I continued to partner,
allowing only Ricky into our activities on an occasional basis.

The year I was fifteen, David was fifteen, Ricky was seventeen and Danny
was twenty-four.  Ricky was driving and Danny had given him his old car and
had bought a new one.  David and I had experimented with anal intercourse
with very personal instruction and demonstration from Ricky.  David seemed
to enjoy it more than I did and was quite fulfilled in the bottom role.
Both he and I were dating some of the girls from our school, but we had
decided not to start any long-term relationships for the time being.  Some
strange things were going on in our house and I was not pleased I could not
figure out what was happening.  Since David had his spanking, I became
aware of four further times he received spankings.  He didn't tell me about
any of these events or any others which might have occurred.  In fact, he
went out of his way it seemed to make sure I didn't know.  Ricky had
started exercising with the older guys on Tuesday nights when he had turned
16, but David and I were still barred He had also started going to Danny's
room at least once a week and staying there for an hour or two with the
door closed.  I thought maybe I would poke around a bit and see what would
happen if I went down to Danny's room one evening.  When I knocked, I
received an invitation to enter.  Danny was stretched out on his bed
reading.  I closed the door and sat in his big chair at his desk.

"And what can I do for you, little guy."  he asked.  This was a pretty
standard greeting from him to me. He had referred to me all my life as,
`little guy'.  I had come to realize when he didn't say it, I was likely in
trouble.

"Oh, nothing special.  I just came to spend a little time with you.  I'll
just relax here while you finish what you're doing."  I replied.  After
looking toward me briefly, he turned back to his book while I sat and
looked around his room.  I always loved being in his room.

For one thing, there was his scent.  Have you ever noticed how some people
have a special scent that identifies them?  I don't mean like Old Spice, or
some other after shave.  I mean an odour which is uniquely them.  Danny had
it.  It was not a sweet scent, but it was also not acrid.  It was pleasing
and relaxing, yet subtle.  It was masculine.  It was just, Danny.  His room
always smelled like him.  His closet and clothes bore the same scent.  The
room was also always neat.  It wasn't just that his clothes were always
picked up or put away.  Everything seemed to have its place and everything
was in its place.  And it was always like that.  I don't think dust was
brave enough to settle in Danny's room.  It just moved on to somewhere else
in the house.

The closet door stood open and I could see his shoes were neatly lined up
in his closet.  I didn't see the leather boots he was wearing when I was
spanked.  I wondered where he kept them.  Growing restless, I got up and
wandered around.  I could feel Danny's eyes follow me.  It's funny how I
always knew when he was watching me.  I looked over at him but he seemed
back reading his book.  Well, this was getting me nowhere fast.  I went
back and sat in the chair.

"Well, I guess I better go now."  I mumbled as I rose again and headed to
the door.

"Be sure to come back, any time."  he called out as I opened the door and
stepped out.

"Thanks" I called out as I headed down the hall.  Well that didn't get me
anywhere.

Life went on in the usual routine.  My sixteenth birthday was soon
approaching.

One evening at dinner Danny said to me, "If you can get your homework done,
I would like you to come down to my room. I would like to talk to you for a
while."  I didn't know what to think.  Ricky had been allowed to attend the
Tuesday night exercises when he turned 16.  Maybe this would be my chance.
But, David was also about to turn 16 and he had not been invited with me.
Maybe this wasn't what I thought.  I racked my brain to make sure I had
been responsible and had tended to everything which I should have in the
recent past.  No, that couldn't be it.  After my homework was all done, I
walked down the hall to Danny's bedroom.  The door was closed.  I knocked.

"C'mon in, little guy."  his voice rang out.  I opened the door and spotted
Danny sitting on the hard chair next to his desk.  I closed the door behind
me and crossed the room.  He motioned for me to sit in the big chair.  This
was unusual as he normally sat in the big chair.  We talked about homework,
we talked about plans for the coming days, we talked about what I wanted
for my birthday, we talked about everything I could think of.

About an hour had passed when Danny said to me, "You're having a pretty
active sex life with your brothers.  Are you finding it satisfying?".  I
told him I wasn't sure what he meant.  "I'm asking you if you feel
fulfilled from the sexual activity you have with David and Ricky.  Does it
satisfy you?"

I had to think about this for a minute.  I had fun with my brothers during
our sexual escapades.  I certainly enjoyed climaxing.  I realized though
something was missing.  I enjoyed it when my brothers performed the acts I
suggested to them.  I liked being a top when I had intercourse, I really
liked it when someone was sucking on me and when I was taking an active
role directing what we were doing.  I tried to explain this to Danny.  He
sat nodding his head as I explained.  It seemed as if he really understood
what I was trying to say.

He then stunned me by asking, "Why do you think David still wants to be
spanked?"

Oddly, I had been thinking about this often since I found out it had
happened more than once.

I answered, "I think it is similar to what we talked about with Keith.  He
just can't accept he is really loved unless someone cares enough to show
him he is worth an effort.  It doesn't last and he has to seek out the same
assurance a number of times.  He has chosen being spanked as the
demonstration someone cares."

"You seem to have figured out both a need and a want for David."  Danny
replied, "We will talk about these things again next week.  As for tonight,
David is waiting in your room.  He indicated a need to see me tonight to be
spanked.  Should he come down here after you leave or do you want to stay?"
It didn't take any thought for me to indicate that I wanted to stay.  "I
want you to remain sitting where you are, say nothing, just listen and
watch."  Danny told me.

He went to his closet and removed a small bundle of items and his leather
boots.  Stripping, he put on his leather shorts with no underwear, boots
and donned his biker's cap.  I watched him carefully, admiring the majesty
of his body as he moved to dress.  He then put his other clothes away and
left the room.  In a couple minutes he returned with David following him.
David was surprised to see me sitting there.  He was naked.  Danny sat on
the chair he had left and David stood facing him.

"David" Danny said, his voice calm and even, "What is it you want me to do
for you tonight?"  David had been standing with his head bowed looking
somewhere around Danny's knees.

"I would like you to spank me, please, sir."  David said.

"Then, lay over my knee and we will begin."  Danny responded.  David
stepped between Danny's legs and lay over his left thigh.  Danny locked his
legs and arm in what I have come to call the `boy hold' and started
spanking David's ass cheeks.  My mind automatically counted each smack ,
while I thought about my feelings toward what was happening.

This was David, my best friend who next to Danny and along with Ricky, I
loved most in the world.  He was crying out, loudly, with tears streaming
from his eyes.  At first he struggled to move from the path of Danny's
hand, but as his flanks coloured to a heated red, he stopped his struggle
and settled into acceptance of each swat.  Having been the recipient of
those swats on occasion it seemed to me, although effectively reddening the
butt before him, Danny was not using as much power as had been my
experience.  I did not feel sorry for David's situation.  I knew this was
his desire and he was satisfying some deep need that gnawed away at him.
From the position I was seated, I could see David's very erect penis
pushing downward toward the floor against the inside of Danny's left thigh.
On the count of the fourth swat, David ejaculated a series of creamy, white
spurts onto the floor.  After the count had reached six, the slapping sound
ceased.

Danny stood David up and wrapping him in his arms told him, "We all love
and want you, David."

David cuddled into him and through his sobs murmured, "I love all of you,
sir."

After five minutes or so David had stopped his sobbing and his breathing
had returned to a normal rhythm.  While still holding him, Danny leaned up
tight to David's head and spoke quietly into his ear.  After a minute of
listening, Danny leaned back and turned to look at me, then smiled.

He then turned back to Danny and said, "Yes, sir."  A small hand towel was
sitting on the desk and David reached out and picked it up.  He wiped up
the cum from the floor and turning, left the room.

Danny said to me, "I told him seeing as he seems to request these spankings
every two to three weeks, the next time he felt the need, he was to ask you
to administer it."  I was floored.  Me.  He was going to ask me to do it?
Danny continued, "If you are not ready by then I will do it one more time,
but then it is up to you.".  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Me.  I
was going to be expected to provide David with the spankings he desired to
make him feel loved and secure.

"Why me?"  I asked.  Danny looked into my eyes and the sparkle was there.

He replied, "Because he can't be mine.  He's yours."

It was time for bed.  When I returned to my room, David was again laying in
bed on his side, facing away from me.  I stood and looked at him for a
while.  His breathing was even, with an occasional quiver running through
his body, as the last sob remnants were expelled.  I undressed, turned out
the light and taking my pillow, walked over to the edge of his bed.
Reaching down, I lifted the covers from the bed and away from his body.
The harsh redness of his buttocks stood out, even without any direct light
shining in the room.  I climbed into bed and moved close to him.  The heat
coming off his butt was intense and I felt it warm my groin.

"Are you..."  he started to say to me.

"Not now.  We'll talk tomorrow."  I interrupted him.  "Go to sleep."  He
snuggled back into me as I put my arm over him, holding him close.

A quiet, "Yes, Sir."  were the final words spoken that night.  When he said
it, I felt a strange shiver run through my body.  We both slept soundly.

The next morning, Ricky was coming out of the shower while I was brushing
my teeth and he dropped his towel. Bending over to pick it up, his back to
me, I noticed a dove tattoo on his butt, right in the same position that
Keith had one.

"What's going on?"  I asked him.  "I didn't know you were getting a tattoo.
Does Danny know yet you got it?  If not, he's going to kill you," Ricky got
this startled look on his face when I first spoke.

Then he kind of recovered and with a little grin, said, "Don't sweat it.
He knows all about it.  It's no biggie."  With that, he trotted off to his
room.  I don't get it.  What's happening here.  Usually something as
trivial as going out to buy a new package of underwear was discussed by the
group at our dinner table.  I hadn't even been told about something as
important and special as my brother getting a tattoo.  How come everybody
but me seemed to know these things?  David came through the bathroom and
started his shower.  You think I didn't have a close inspection to make
sure he didn't have a tattoo suddenly appearing on his butt?  Well I did,
but there was nothing there, except a reddish tinged residual colouring
from last night's spanking.  I could see he was sore.

Pondering recent events and revelations during the day, it occurred to me
that three of the four participants of the Tuesday night exercise group had
these little dove tattoos.  Danny's was on his hand, and Keith and now
Ricky, each had one on their butt.  I started wondering if our old friend
Ron was also sporting the insignia.  I planned to find out.

The following Tuesday night, from 9:p.m. on, I sat on the steps of the
staircase that led upstairs, waiting for the Tuesday night group to break
up.  About 9:30 Keith came up.  He waved and nodded to me, and then left.
About 10 minutes later, Ron came through the door, all alone, heading home.

"Ron."  I said, before he reached the front door.  He turned and raised his
head slightly from its usual bowed position to see me sitting there.  "Ron,
come upstairs with me for a minute, please.  I need to speak to you."

To my great surprise, he replied, "Yes, Sir."  and followed me upstairs and
into the bathroom.  I shut the door.  Luckily, I was just the right height
so when Ron and I stood face to face his eye level was just above mine and
I could look up ever so slightly and peer into his eyes.  He averted my
stare and dropped his head lower so he could continued to gaze toward the
floor.

"Ron," I said, "Ricky was showing me his new tattoo this morning, and I
wondered if I could have a look at yours, too."  With no hesitation at all,
Ron reached up and undid his pants.  He then let them drop onto the
bathroom floor and turned so I could view his backside.  I had two
surprises.  The first wasn't much of a surprise as I figured Ron would also
have a dove tattoo and sure enough, there it was, right in the same place
as the other two guys.  The second surprise was that Ron had no underwear
on and his ass cheeks were the bright, hot red that indicated a sound
spanking had recently been administered.

"Ron" I said, "Why did you get the dove tattoo?"  Ron hesitated a minute
and then replied,

"'Cause Danny ordered me to."  I was just about to ask about the spanking
when the bathroom door swung open.  Danny was standing outside the doorway.

"Ron, it's time for you to be home."  Danny said in his calm, steady voice.

"Yes, Master" Ron responded, without even raising his eyes to verify who
had spoken.  He bent over, pulled up and buckled his pants.  Excusing
himself, he then headed home.  Danny looked at me and said, "And it's time
you were in bed, little guy.  Get a move on."

"Yes, Master" I imitated Ron's response with a big smile and saw a twinkle
spark in Danny's eyes.  And off to bed I went having settled a lot of the
questions that had been roaming round my head.

Over the next two days, I made a concerted effort to further check out
David's body.  I made sure I showered when he did and watched carefully as
he dressed and undressed.  I was certain he had no tattoos anywhere at all.
This made me think David was not really connected to the Tuesday night
exercise group.  David noticed my efforts and seemed to appreciate the
extra attention I was showing him.  We had talked the day after he was
spanked.  He told me he had really thought hard about what Danny had told
him.  He thought it was what he wanted to happen, maybe what he had in fact
always wanted to happen.  Danny spanking him had been satisfying to him,
but he always felt it was never complete.  He said when we had sex,
especially when I was fucking his ass, he reached a height of satisfaction
he had never imagined.  I actually had not realized how much he was getting
out of it.  But then, I always had enjoyed having David as my partner, even
more than my own brother, Ricky.  We seemed to relate on so many different
levels.

I had to be honest with David and tell him I was very unsure about my being
able to satisfy him with spanking.  It's not that I felt any hesitation
about or unwillingness to do it.  I just wasn't sure if I would be skillful
enough to provide the control and result he had gotten with Danny.  I don't
know if it was the discussion, the aftermath of his spanking, or a chance
of fate, but we had the most satisfying sex that night either of us had
ever experienced.

I asked to talk to Danny a few nights later.  After sitting down on the
side of his bed while he swiveled in his big desk chair to look at me, I
said, "Before we talk about David, I have a question that I need to ask
you."

"You can always ask me anything, you know that."  came Danny's immediate
reply.  Already knowing that it was true, I still started off with some
hesitation and uncertainty.

"Danny, you know you are the most important person in my life and I love
you more than anyone," I started, "but I really need to know this."
Summoning all my courage, I forged ahead.  "Danny, are you....."  I
stopped.  "I'm sorry, this seems a little hard for me to ask."

"Would it be any easier if I told you I think I know what you want to ask
and it's okay?  I don't mind."  Danny prompted me in his usual calm, quiet
manner.

"Danny," I started again, a little more assured by what he said, "Are you
what is often referred to as a `Discipline Master'?"  He was looking deep
into my eyes when I finally asked and I saw a sparkle in his.

"Yes."  he replied.  That was it.  No comment, no details, just a plain,
straight forward affirmation.  A hundred questions flooded my mind, but I
suppressed them in favour of the one that had occupied my thoughts for
several days.

"Am I?"  I again saw the sparkle.

"Not yet."  he stated, but this time he continued, "You have the potential,
you seem to be headed in that direction, but I don't know yet if you have
the desire.  Have you been thinking about it?"

"Yes," I confirmed, "ever since I realized that is what's been going on
around here that I didn't know about."  Danny then proceeded to fill me in.

In this case, it seems, I was the last one to know.  Danny and his
`slaves', Keith and Ron had been involved in light discipline, domination
and bondage for the past 10 years.  Tuesday night was when they met
together and additionally at least one evening a week they `served' him in
his room.  They were sexually intimate, under his control, and both were
submissive to his will though Ron would prefer to submit more fully, but
would not leave his `Master'.  He was not into degrading people and the
discipline was limited by him to hand spanking, or light paddling The white
dove tattoo was his insignia or mark and those who professed to belong to
him and he accepted, wore it on their butt.  Ricky had been brought into
the group after his sixteenth birthday, motivated by discussions he had
with Danny following his first spanking.  Each of his `slaves' had sex
(safe sex) outside the group subject to his approval.  He also had an
outside sex life as we had previously noted, but several of his overnights
involved group related activities.  He had decided a long time ago I had
the characteristics of a `Master', not a `slave', but was patiently waiting
to see how I decided my preferences were going to lean.  Above all else, he
wanted to be sure I chose my own way.  He was sure of the direction I was
headed by the time David's inclination developed and had realized David
really needed me, not him, so David was not brought into the group.

"Are you ready to accept David ?" he asked.  "That will mean as a `Master',
you will take on certain responsibilities.  You must always remember when a
`slave' submits himself to you, there is a bond of trust that your judgment
will not allow any excess to go beyond the ability he has to deal with it.
A truly dedicated `Master' must be able to read his `slave' and understand
not only what is wanted, but what is truly needed.  You know David well
enough you will sense and understand his needs.  Can your satisfaction be
in seeing he gets them fulfilled ?"

"I think this is what I need to do."  I told Danny.  "Will you help me?"

"Every step of the way, little guy."  he assured me.  It was arranged that
when David asked, we would meet in Danny's room for me to administer my
first spanking and he would remain present to provide any guidance I
needed.  We talked about what would happen.  I asked about David moving
around and my grip for holding him.  He showed me how to apply the `boys
grip', this time without the accompanying spanking.  He also told me David
moved around to establish he was secure and he would not be as active with
me but I should establish right on who was going to control.  He also asked
if I would prefer to use a paddle, that my hand would be very sore after
administering a spanking the first several times.  I decided this was a
personal exchange and I would suffer a sore hand to keep it one-on-one.  He
grinned widely and said, "You'll be fine.  You've already got the right
idea, little guy."  I was pleased.

Two weeks later I had a very special day.  David asked me in the morning if
I would discipline him that evening and I agreed.  It was my sixteenth
birthday.

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