Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2012 13:31:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nekd Joey <nekd4x42005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming Tiny pt 3 (m/m/incest/authoritarian)

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But still, Adam did not move.  Nor did he move as Jerry opened the door,
exited and close the door. Fact is, he didn't even hear the door close. All
he heard was his younger brothers statement as he walked out:

"Good job, Tiny".

Becoming Tiny: pt 3

As if an eternity later, Adam opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. The
room was full of nothing but the sound of his breathing. His heart was
beating in counter rhythm.  His head spinning.

What, he thought, had just happened?

A cold pool of his own slipping sperm was just the trick to snap him out of
his stupor. "I gotta get this shit cleaned up", he mumbled to himself.

Closing his eyes, Adam's left arm flung itself across the bed and under it.
When it came back up, in his grasp was every 16 year old boys friend: the
clean up rag.  In Adam's case, his hand held the last pair of boy briefs he
had kept.  The bright blue briefs in his hands were the pair he was wearing
under his pajamas when the 13 year old boy had his first nocturnal
emission.  Since then, they have lived under the bed, leaving every week in
the bottom of his laundry basket.  Now, however, they were put to quick use
along Adam's pale skinny torso, down his sticky groin and around his
shriveled little member; sopping up his ejaculate before being shoved back
into their hiding space.

Continuing on with his steadfast ritual, Adam stood up, cupped his hand
over his genitals, turned his head away from the mirror to hide his shame
and strode over the dresser by the door.  Feeling as if Jerry might barge
in, Adam made a quick study of pulling up a pair of red plaid boxers.
These were followed by a slower pull on of green stripped cotton pajama
bottoms.  Carefully tying the strings and ensuring the fly was buttoned,
quick order was made to button up the long sleeved top that matched.  A
quick stop in front of the mirror (which was acceptable when clothed)
allowed Adam the ability to smooth out the pajamas and make sure the
stripes lined up between the top and bottom.  Satisfied with his personal
symmetry. He lay on the bed, turned off the light and rolled over.

Doing so, he tried to ignore the fervent poking of his once again erect
penis against the mattress.

At the end of it all, sleep came easy to Adam.  Waking found him stranded
in bed with the usual affliction of all boys his age: a turgid penis.  As
he only allowed himself to release on a weekly schedule, he ignored it (one
of the often dismissed benefits of a small erection was it's invisibility,
he rationalized) and padded downstairs.

Once in the kitchen, Adam caught hold of his father, Stephen walking out
with coffee.  Having non of the hang-ups of his son, Stephen issued a boxer
clad "Good morning, sunshine", to his eldest son and paused.

"Hey..", replied Adam with a tilt of his head

"Heyya! Good morning Tiny!", Adam heard from across the room: Jerry.

Great. Perfect.

"Shut the fuck up", Adam replied.

"Hey now", responded Stephen, "enough with that talk so early Adam"

"Well, tell him not to call me that!", was Adam's petulant reply.

"What's up with the Tiny?", posed Stephen to Jerry. Or Adam. Or Both.

"Oh", answered Jerry, "Tommy and I are thinking of nicknames for our
brothers! Since Adam is taller than me and wider, I thought Tiny might suit
him! Tommy's brother's is `Whistle" as he farts a lot!

Stephen replied with a half giggle, half sigh; "Crazy kids. Don't forget
tennis lessons today, by the way".

With that, he left.

Looking across the room, Adam felt his face turn red as he stared into the
face of his brother.  His brother, on the other hand, just sat there with
one of those smug looks arrogance breeds.

"Good morning , Tiny", he repeated. This time, with a smirk.

"Whatever", Adam said.  "I'm going to shower".

Being 16 and irritated, he proceeded to stomp up the stairs.  Storming into
his room.  He huffed. Then he huffed again.  Sitting down on his bed, with
his head in his hands, he tried to calm himself as best as possible.
Slower and slower breaths were effective to a degree.  He then was able to
stand up and walk with purpose to the bathroom.  Adam had always been
slightly compulsive about cleanliness (he never understood the disorder in
his brother's room), which is why he often showered at least twice in one
day. On this morning, he silently slipped his pajama top off, untied the
matching bottoms and made short order of folding them on the sink.  A quick
flick of his hands left his boxers on the floor (to go right into the
hamper) as he stepped into the large shower.  Seconds later, his head was
under warm water getting lost in the peaceful calm of it all.

"Fuck, man", Jerry yelled barreling through the door. " I gotta piss bad"

"Whatever", Adam replied.  The shower curtain was dark and didn't let
anyone see in. . He had hidden behind it for years. Today was like every
other day.

The sound of his brother relieving himself was loud, so Adam became
distracted.

"See ya later, Tiny", he heard as the door shut.  Silence followed.

Brief as it was, the interlude was enough to knock adam out of his moment.
Throwing open the curtain and reaching for a towel, he was immediately
amazed to see his clothes were gone. Nothing.

"Fuck", he said. "Fuck fuck Fuck".  Without drying, he wrapped the towel
around his waist and stormed outside.

"Jerry!", he yelled "Where the hell are my clothes?!?!?"

All he heard was a giggle from his brothers room.  Not wanting to stand in
a towel, he ran in his room to get dressed, only to find his drawers opened
and empty.  His brother had cleaned out his underwear!

"Jerryyyyyyyyy", he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Taking a deep breath, Adam looked around for something to toss on.  In the
meantime, Jerry had silently entered the room.

"Heyya, Tiny. Looking for something?"

"Shut up.  I want my clothes back you little ass wipe" Adam said, trying to
maintain a sense of cool.

With that, Jerry strode strongly over to Adam and answered his elder
brother with a quick, hard slap across Adam's face.

"Listen, pencil dick, knock it off.  Geessh. You think the world is going
to end because I know you have a lil pisser? You'll get your shorts back. I
mean it's not like you don't have a pair under the bed? Right?".

Adam was stunned and turned red. How did Jerry know that?

"Now", Jerry went on "It's fine we have a good time right? Isn't that what
brothers do? I mean, I'll show you mine and all that? Maybe you can earn
them back? Like a good chore boy? You wanna do that? I mean you can always
wear the blue pair under that bed..."

"What do I need to do?", Adam inquired.

"Well to start off with, drop the towel. No room for modesty here. We are
going to be getting you off that kick!"

As if in surrender, Adam just let the towel slide away. His hands, per
usual, went directly into cup mode.

"Now, why don't you put those on your head"

Adam meekly complied, feeling his eyes start to swell up with what he knew
was happening.

Jerry went on; "Wow. what have we here? Looks like you went swimming in ice
water. Let's see what we have going on".

As Adams eyes closed, he felt a small cold metal something hit just above
his penis. At the same time, he heard the click of a camera and felt a
flash of light warm his groin.

"Wow and holy fuck. You gotta see this Tiny. Look! Open your eyes man"

Adam did not comply.  That is, until he felt his brother's harsh hand
across his face again.

"You better start listening better Tiny. Now, what does this say", Jerry
yelled at him

Looking down, Adam saw an open tape measure in Jerry's hand. He slowly read
the measurement as marked: "2 and a half inches"

"That, Tiny, is the size of your lil wanger man! Did you know that?"

"No", Adam truthfully answered.

"Yup! Now you do! Okay Tiny, lets work and get that little guy happy and
hard"

Adam felt the tears well up and out of his eyes; " Please, Jerry, don't
make me. Not again. PLEASE" he half cried.

Again, Jerry's hand palm his face

"When are you going to knock off the `No' man? Now let's see what we have
to work with. You seemed okay with it last night. So get on it lil big
bro!"

With his face still stinging and tears slowly coming down his reddened
cheeks, Adam slowly sunk to his knees at the same time his hands went down
his torso.  Upon reaching his pubic area, he was not at all surprised to
feel he was already hard.  His fingers fervently went to their work. After
all, masturbation was not foriegn to the boy.

"That's it. Make it as big as the little guy can get" Jerry encouraged
him. "Just remember to say when before you might spurt lil bro!"

Knowing what he did, that he was erect and diddling his penis before his
brother, it didn't take Adam long to say loudly "NOW" as he felt the
rumblings in his tightening sac.

Jerry quickly slapped his hand away from his unit. As they automatically
went to the top of his head, Adam felt the cold metal of the measuring tape
again, along with the warmth of the flash from a camera.

"Well, I'll piss holy water. Look at what we got here Tiny!", Jerry giggled
proudly. "Go ahead and read that for me, just for fun"

Not waiting for Jerry's hand, Adam opened his eyes to see what the tape
read. He was aghast. He paused. NO.. it had to be something else

His head swimming didn't even see Jerry's palm reach his face. But he felt
it's sting and the flush.

"How big is you little willy, Tiny?" Jerry ordered.

"My little willy is... 4" exactly" Adam answered back, knowing his place.

"That's right lil big bro!" Jerry rang in.. "you got yourself a whopper of
a 4 inch wiener". As he started laughing and patting his kneeling brother's
head, Adam turned 16 shades of red. Not, as one would think, due to the
size of his endowment.

Not at all.

What shamed him the most was, at that exact moment, well, that was when his
tiny and turgid penis decided to release its load directly upon his younger
brothers foot.

Directly....