Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 19:39:58 -0400
From: Dom R <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hot Younger Brother - Chapter 4

HOT YOUNGER BROTHER CHAPTER 4

Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga

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I was totally turned on by the thought of spanking Todd--almost
as much as I was from the incredible sex we were having.  I had
to slow his mouth down, or else I was going to explode inside it.
I don't know why, but whenever I was getting close to cumming, I
was always trying 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.

"I said, SLOW DOWN, boy!"  I would also have to teach him to be
mindful of MY need to postpone climax.

Todd's mouth was so hot, I was still getting too close, too
fast--I could tell, because my dick was throbbing in his mouth,
and feeling so good.

I explained to Todd how to go into a 69 position, and he obeyed
perfectly.  Once we were in the new position, my brother
expected a blow job in return.

I had other ideas.  I held his hot cock in my hand, but I didn't
stroke it.

"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.

I licked the shaft of my brother's sweet dick--which tasted
wonderful--but I ignored the tip.  Then I went for his balls, and
licked them sensuously.

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 wanted to prolong the blow job, and stopping was the only way,
for right now.

Todd obeyed, but not before shivering with anticipated pleasure--
pleasure that had been denied, 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.

I was ready to lay on the strap or paddle or whatever, and Todd
was very willing to let me lay it on him--and that time was
coming soon--but I was thinking ahead.  Control was the issue--
but I wasn't experienced with that.

I needed a way to control him, besides spanking.  Todd was my
brother, and yes, I wanted him to feel some pain, but didn't want
to harm him.  Besides, how much can you spank, paddle, cane, or
strap someone, before you run out of places to hit?  You can't
hit on the arms or lower legs, people would see.  Sure, the butt
could take a lot of abuse, but no way was I going to hit his butt
so much that it got scarred or ugly.  So then, you'd have to stop
spanking, and there goes your control.

>From the sites I visited, I knew that the only other way to
control a boy was to prevent him from cumming--to become the boss
of his dick.  Problem was, I would need to be with Todd 24/7 to
make sure he never got to jack off, unless I said ok.  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--
some of them didn't even work.

I really wanted cum denial as my main way of training/punishing
/disciplining my brother.  That way, the spankings wouldn't need
to be brutal, and could be just for fun.  Well, as much fun as
you can have when someone is smacking your butt with something--
which can be a lot of fun if Todd could get the submissive
mindset those masters talked about on their sites.  My brother
already sounded like he was getting into the pain thing, from
what he'd told me 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.  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.

As I was squeezing my brother's 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
tape off was to use a special spray solvent that dissolved the
glue of the tape.  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 those other punishments he and I had discussed.

"Stand up, boy," I said to Todd, roughly.  "Go get my thickest,
widest strap from my closet."  I thought about what I would do
while my hot little brother went digging in my closet.

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.

"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, AND show you how much I love
you.  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, brother-dick, 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 double
the excitement for me, because it would turn me on, imagining I
was taking some of the punishment.

So, I needed to be careful not to reveal my 'slave' side to Todd.
I had to maintain my master image, and be dominant with him.  He
had to know I was his permanent boss.

"Hey, Todd--you look sexy with your arms tied, and up in the
air."

He just looked at me and blushed.  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.

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.

I put my hands against the wall where he was.  I leaned into him.
I slid my feet back to lower my height.  We were practically nose
to nose.  As I stared, I could feel my eyes burning into him.

Todd breathed heavily--getting nervous, probably.  His mouth
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 he
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 shouted, 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."

"You know, I'd kill for your little-brother cock, and die
protecting you.  I'd do anything for you," I said with passion
flowing, and quickly licked his shaft.

"Oh, yeah . . . oh, yeah!" Todd moaned--more from my licking than
my words, I was sure.

I slid my lips over his slick hot shaft, barely touching it.

"Oh, God!"

"Hey little bro--you want your little boner sucked?"  Of course,
there was nothing little about it.

"I do, really bad, Pete--really bad."

"Tell me more, bro."

"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, and 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.

"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 arms and shoulders 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 little 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.  Even though we
had done this once before, this seemed so different--it was like
totally new to me.  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.

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.

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
slowed down.

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 cum--
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 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 when my brother lunged at me.  He pressed his lips
against mine.  We were kissing!  This had never happened before.

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 had been meant to be, all
along--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 seemed more
obvious to 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 went through a few mental exercises to get myself back to
reality.  I had to get a grip on myself.

"Pete--please 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.  "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.'"

"Yes, sir," Todd said, as he slid down the wall a bit, pushing
his butt out, back toward me.  I put two small pillows against
the wall, to cushion his elbows.

"Shit," I said, looking at the strap holding Todd's arms up, "Now
I gotta find another strap."

"Sir," my brother said bravely, "aren't you gonna use the cane or
the paddle I got for you?"

"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.
It's time your fine, little-brother butt tasted the STRAP!" I
said, trying not to sound angry.

The full justice would be done when dad gives Todd the full taste
of his thick, wide strap, which was bigger and heavier than any
of the straps I had.

"Sir--I said I'll take it.  I told you I'm ready.  I practiced."

"You'll never be ready for this, little bro," I said, ignoring
his ill-informed bravado, "because I saved up something very
special for your introduction to the strap.  As a matter of fact,
I practice this every day, out in the woods, with whatever belt I
have on at the time."

I could hear Todd gulp.  The fear in his eyes made my cock hard.
Maybe I WAS cut out to do this--to be the master, to control him,
after all.  Then again, maybe this was too cruel.

Todd made some kind of sound--barely audible.  I guess he was
afraid to ask what the special thing was that I'd saved for him--
and he was smart enough to know it wasn't something that was
going to feel good.

I turned him slightly, licked and sucked on his dick--just enough
to make him tremble with pleasure and want more.  I decided to
answer my brother's unspoken question.

It's real easy, Todd--the first swing of the strap will be with
all my might.  If all goes well, this nice, little strap will hit
your delicate butt at a speed of about forty-one miles per hour.

Todd exhaled nervously.  "But--I'm ready for it, sir, no matter
what."

I suddenly remembered the lock tape, but I thought it could wait
until later.

"Are you sure, Todd?"

"Yeah.  Slap me."

"Beg."

"Aw, Pete--come on.  I'm not good at that."

"BEG!  And it's SIR!"

"Sir--please, please give me the strap."

"More!"

"Please, sir--smack my butt, good, hard.  PLEASE give me the
strap.  I need it so bad.  Hurt me sir. . . spank me bad!  Beat
my ass raw!"  Todd was very convincing.

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 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.

Please write me at Dom6789@hotmail.com.  I'm dying to write the
next chapter, but I'd really love your feedback, first.
Thanks.   --Pete

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