Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 23:59:42 -0400
From: Scott Westwood <westwoodscotty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Butch's Story- Chapter 4

WARNING:
This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your tastes,
and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further.

The story is copyrighted. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups
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this file.

This series of stories is true to the best of my recollection. The events
actually happened but some of  the names and other identifying information
have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.

Constructive comments and suggestions are appreciated. Flames will be
cheerfully (and totally) ignored.

Butch's Story- Chapter 4
(True, BB, b/B, bb, discipline, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm)
Copyright (c) 2004 by Scotty Westwood

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STORY NOTES: For what it is worth, I finally figured out where I got a
little off with the ages of the main guys in the story. Like I've said, I am
building this series from memories of events that transpired quite some time
ago and some things have mingled together.

First of all, more time passed from the start of the "Secret Club" until
"Butch's Story" began. I am certain that I have, mixed two summers together.
That doesn't really impact on the story all that much.

The second thing is probably more important. As I reached the end of Butch's
Story- Chapter 3, it occurred to me that I was actually a little closer to
Butch's age, and as I thought ahead to some of the things that happened
next, it suddenly came to me. I had to miss one of Butch's junior varsity
games because of a Boy Scout patrol meeting. Since I moved into the Boy
Scouts right after I turned 11, and that was one of my very first patrol
meetings, I had to be 11 when Butch and I began our special deal.  And, I'm
now sure he was 14 at the time, but turned 15, during that school year. And,
Butch's youngest brother Skippy was 10 at that time. I remember that cause
he was pissed that he had to wait almost a year to join the Scouts after I
did.

So, as Chapter 4 unfolds, it is September and the ages of the main guys are
as follows:

Butch- 14 (turning 15 during the school year)
Mikey- 12 (turning 13 during the school year)
Scotty- 11 (Just turned 11)
Skippy- 10 (turning 11 at the end of the school year)
Ricky- 10 (turning 11 in January).

Also, this Chapter includes some references to football play names. I am
fairly certain I did not get them right. If you are a football expert of
that time, and they are far off, just take the names with the spirit they
are intended.

And there you have it. Now on with the Story.

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Chapter 4  Butch's Training

A couple of days went by and it was time for Butch's next football game. I
rode my bike to school that day so that I could get to the football field at
his school as soon as I could.

The day really seemed to drag, but I amused myself by daydreaming about all
the "fun" things that I could do to Butch. The more I thought, the more
excited I got.  Especially when I thought about making Butch do humiliating
things. That seemed even more exciting than the tortures.

So, needless to say, by the end of the day I was primed and ready for
Butch's game. I got there just in time to watch the teams warm-up on the
field, and of course, I enjoyed watching Butch go through his exercises,
imagining him doing them naked.

As the game started, I took my little notebook out of my book bag, and
prepared to take notes. Every time Butch did something wrong, or that looked
wrong, I wrote it down. It also noted the good things he did.

On this day he had a pretty good game. They won, by one touchdown and it was
Butch who scored it, with a long run. I made a big note of that. He also had
some mistakes in the game... one fumble... one interception... and some
plays that he seemed to screw up. Oh yes, he had two really nice passes that
were right in the hands of his favorite receiver. Unfortunately, the guy
dropped the ball both times.

After the game, the team had this little meeting out on the field, then the
guys headed towards the locker room.

I was standing on the edge of the field, holding my bike, when two guys
broke away from the group and trotted over to me. It was Butch and the guy
who Butch seemed to like to pass to, most of the time. They were carrying
their helmets and smiling as stopped beside me.

Butch chuckled, "HEY, Scott-ster, you like the game?

I told him I did and how it was a great game and all.

As I chattered about the game, I was a little distracted. After all, I was
already going over the list of punishments for Butch for his mistakes, and a
reward for the good stuff, but I couldn't talk about it with this other guy
there.

After a moment, Butch turned to his team buddy.

"Oh sorry guy, this is Scott, he's my next door neighbor. Scott, this is
Sean, my wide receiver."

I looked at Sean and smiled. He was a little taller than Butch and had
bright blond hair, a really cute face, a really narrow waist and long
slender legs.  He gave me this smart-ass kinda smile as he nodded and I
could tell he was a pretty cocky guy.

I smiled back at him and said smartly, "Oh yea, you're the guy who dropped
two of Butch's long passes."

He smiled at me, patted me on the head and rustled my hair roughly, "Well
aren't we the cocky little kid!"

I pulled my head back, "Hey knock it off!" I demanded.

He pulled his hand back and turned back to Butch.

"Hey Butch, I'm gonna hit the showers, go ahead and talk with your 'little'
friend, I'll see ya later."

Sean smiled at me again, and trotted off.

Butch laughed and said, "Hey don't let him get you upset, he may seem like a
big jerk, but he is a pretty nice guy... well, sort of!"

I nodded but I am sure I didn't look convinced. He let me stew for a little
bit and the asked, "So umm, Scott-ster... now that you saw the game, did you
want me to.. you know, DO anything?"

He looked at me with a mixture of dread and excitement.

I smiled at him and said, "Yea Butch, I think so. How about you go turn in
your uniform and equipment and meet me back here as soon as you can. You can
jog home beside me... and don't shower yet... and, of course, keep your jock
on!"

I gave him a nasty wink.  He trembled a little, then turned and ran to the
locker room.

It didn't take him much time at all, and the next thing you know, we were on
the way home. Butch had changed into his team sweats and jogged along side
my bike as I reviewed the game with him. Though he was fairly pleased about
the game in general, he was a little upset about some of the dumb mistakes
he had made and he made sure I understood just how dumb they were.

Needless to say, by the time we got home, I was totally worked up and
anxious to "deal" with Butch's mistakes. Butch was breathing hard from the
run, and, of course had worked up a nice sweat.

As we turned onto our street, I was dismayed to see that Butch's mother was
home. Even worse, Skippy was playing in the front yard with a couple of his
friends, who were not part of the club.

Butch looked a little disappointed as well. We stopped and talked for a
little bit more. Once again, I thought fast. We decided that we'd wait until
after supper and see if we could meet somewhere. Butch would call me and let
me know what was happening, and where we could do "stuff."

I made him promise not to shower, but it was okay to change clothes and wash
his face and hands. Oh yes, and he had to keep his jock strap on.


Then we headed home for supper.

My mind being what it was, and being so "worked" up, I couldn't think about
anything other than meeting with Butch later that night.  It was a good
thing that conversation at the dinner table was discouraged at my house,
because, I wouldn't have made much sense.

By the time dinner was over, I had come up with a plan and just needed to
refine it. Looking back at these events now, I am blown away by how much I
understood about the psychology of guys, and at such an early age. And, of
course, how much a young guy's psyche was driven by his emerging sexuality.
It wasn't an intellectual understanding, it was pure instinct. Which, I
suspect was driven by my own rapidly emerging and developing sexuality.

As I thought about that night's potential meeting with Butch, it occurred to
me, that I needed to make the "football punishment/training" sessions, a
little different than all the rest. Butch had an extremely strong
competitive nature, and an almost fanatic desire to be the best at whatever
he did.  Even though he "enjoyed" the tortures and humiliations, I sensed
that he expected more of a challenge during these sessions.

This all came to me in one huge rush of thought. Man, was I dense or
something, not to see it, I thought. So far, when it came right down to it,
he had been a pretty darn willing participant in everything. So then, why
the need for the Polaroid pictures? Why the need for my promise to make
things harder if he begged for things to stop?

And, there it was. I decided, that the "football punishment/training"
sessions needed to be really hard.

I also decided, that, at some point, I would push Butch to the point where
he would beg... and then, I'd make things harder, like he insisted I should.
It seemed best to do that during a "torture" session, other than the
football ones.

Since dinner was over, and I had nothing to do but wait, I took the time to
write up a few more slips of paper to be added to Butch's secret box.
Needless to say, most involved his cock and balls in some way, and none were
pleasant.

I think it was around 7:00 pm when the phone finally rang. I of course
rushed downstairs and grabbed it.

It was Butch, and he said that his mom and Skippy had just left for another
band thing and would be gone till after 9:30, and Mikey went down the street
to play basketball with some friends.

I laughed, and quickly got my mom to let me go over to his house until
9:30... or 10:00 at the absolute latest. We lived right next door and she
was trying hard to be a liberal mom!

Butch told me to come inside when I got there and to go down to the
basement. I slammed down the phone, grabbed my small knapsack, and ran over
to Butch's.

When I got to the basement, Butch was in the middle of the room, wearing
only his jockstrap, and was standing with his legs spread and his arms
behind his head.

I smiled as I noticed his "torture box" was setting on the corner of the
pool table behind him.

I walked over and stood beside him.

"So Butch-man, are you ready to pay for the mistakes you made in today's
game?" I snarled in his ear and then smacked him hard on his bare butt.

SMACKKK!

He jerked a little, gulped and then said, "YES SIR!"

I patted the pouch of his jock and whispered, "You did do a lot of good
things today too, and that will be rewarded... if you take your punishment
well!"


Butch trembled and I could feel he was totally hard under his jock.
"You do need to be punished hard now, don't you think?"

Butch half shouted, "Yes sir, I do!"

I laughed and said, "Good! So let's get you warmed up. Do 50 jumping jacks
NOW!"

I stepped back and took a seat in this old bean bag chair, directly in front
of Butch.

He started doing the jumping jacks right away and it was so much fun to
watch.

By the time he was done, he had worked up a nice sweat and returned to his
stance with his legs spread and hands behind his head.

I looked over again, thinking that he really seemed to like it when I looked
at his exposed body.

"75 situps," I demanded.

Butch looked around, then sat down, locked his feet under a corner of the
pool table and proceeded to do the situps.  He started really fast, but
slowed down as he approached seventy-five. He was counting out loud and
grunting as he did the last ones.

I let him rest for a moment, then shouted, "Run in place, fast!"

He jumped to his feet and started running in place.

I told him to go faster a couple of times and watched as he ran. He was
really pressing and after five minutes or so, he was covered with sweat and
breathing hard.

Finally I told him to stop and rest for a minute.

He did and leaned over to catch his breath.

I waited for a bit and then said, "Return to your position!"

Butch thought for a second, then, stood back up.. spread his legs... placed
his hands behind his head and waited.

I walked behind him and gave his butt a couple of really hard slaps, and
then, grabbed the back of his neck.

"Okay, Butch-boy, listen up.  This is what I want you to do right now. You
have two minutes, to run upstairs and bring me two things. They belong to
Mikey. First, I want a pair of his gym shorts... and second, I want one of
his dirty jock straps! Do you understand?"

I slapped him on his butt and he shouted, "YES SIR!"

"Well then, go do it!" I commanded.

Butch took off like a flash and it didn't take him long to get back with the
two items. In no time, he was standing in front of me holding Mikey's shorts
and a well used jock.

I took them from him, and laid them on the end of the pool table.

"So Butch-man, how many plays did you screw up during the game?" I inquired
harshly.

Butch swallowed and stammered, "Uh, well, ... er... uh three!"

I looked him in the eye and said, "Hmmmm!" as I picked up his "torture box",
set it on the floor in front of him and started rummaging through it.

Butch's eyes widened as I pulled out some rope, whips, string, and the bag
of the prickly little pine cones.

I let him watch as I untangled the pieces of rope and laid them along the
edge of the pool table.

Finally I turned to him and snarled, "Go get you socks and running shoes...
and put them on... NOW!"

Butch jumped and then rushed upstairs and then returned. Again, he was in
that familiar position, awaiting more orders. I could tell by his breathing
that he was a little nervous. I mean after all, he was standing there,
wearing just his jock, socks and running shoes, and no doubt he suspected I
was about to order him outside for a run.

I gave him a wicked smile and then said, "Okay Butch, you're going for a
quick run."

Butch's mouth dropped open, "Uh... but... not like this... It's still light
outside," he stammered.

I laughed and said, "Oh yea, that's right... and guess it would be bad for
someone to see you running like that in your jock!"

Butch nodded.

I thought for a moment and then said, "You're right, take it off!"

Butch hesitated.

"I said, TAKE IT OFF!" I shouted.

He jumped, then grabbed the waist band and pulled his jock down and off.

And there he stood, naked, except for his socks and running shoes...
breathing hard and with this big boner jutting out in front.

I let him think about it as I searched through my knap sack and pulled out a
pen, paper and an envelope.

He watched as I scribbled a note and then sealed it in the envelope.

"I want you to deliver this note right now and get back here as quickly as
you can!" I chuckled.

Butch was stunned.

I let him worry for moment, then I said, "Well, I guess I can't let you go
like that, so, I'll give you a choice of one article of clothes to wear."

Butch seemed a little relieved... until I picked up Mikey's gym shorts and
jock and held them up.

"Choose one Butch-man!" I laughed.

Butch started to say something but stopped as I glared at him.

He knew he had no choice and took Mikey's shorts from my hand.

He stepped into them and then struggled to get them up his thighs.  They
were really tight, and looked like they would break at any moment. And, even
worse for Butch, the tight fit outlined his boner perfectly.

When he was "dressed", he turned to me and waited.

I smiled and handed him the envelope and said, "Be back in 10 minutes!"

Butch looked at the name on the envelope and moaned. It said simply,
"MIKEY!"

I smiled and nodded.

Butch gave me this imploring look, then I half shouted, "DO IT NOW BUTCH!" I
slapped him on the butt and he took off running.

I smiled and watched him run up the stairs. Then I started looking through
the torture box again. I noticed a few things that either had not been there
before or I just didn't see them. There were some of these little plastic
rod like things, the kind you stir drinks with and this small rubber ball,
that had what seemed like a ton of toothpicks stuck in it making it into a
bigger prickly ball. It had a little metal hook sticking up from it also. I
knew this had to be new. And there was a coil of clear plastic tubing, the
kind used for air hoses on fish tanks.

Anyway, as I continued preparing, I thought about what I had written on the
note. I was sure Butch was thinking about it as he ran. And no doubt that
thought would keep him nice and hard.

I just wished I could have seen the look on Mikey's face when he read it:

"Mikey,
If you want that promotion be home, and in the basement exactly at 8:00 pm.
Scotty"

It didn't take Butch very long to run to the end of the block where Mikey
was playing basketball. In fact it was only about five minutes, and judging
by his breathing, he had run very fast.

I let him catch his breath then I demanded, "Okay Butch, take off your
shoes, socks and shorts and put them in the corner. Then come back here and
put your own jock back on."

He stripped off everything and threw them in the corner, pulled his own jock
back on and instinctively assumed his now familiar position with his legs
spread wide and hands behind his head. I must admit, I did enjoy seeing him
that way. Especially when he had a big boner and was all sweaty.

I walked around him and started feeling his body all over.  I took my time.
His muscles felt really good, and I loved the way he trembled at my touch.

Finally, I rested my hand on his bare butt and gave it a little pat.

"Okay Butch-man, it's time for your punishment," I whispered.

Butch trembled a little and nodded.

I gestured towards the chin up bars across the room. There were two of them,
one high and the other a little lower. They had been put up by Butch's
father so the boys could work out while at home.

"Go over and stand under the higher bar!" I commanded.

He did as ordered.

I picked up a few things and walked over to him.  His eyes widened as he
noted what I was carrying. First there was one of the birch branch whips and
second, the bag with a bunch of those little prickly pine cones. I wish I
knew the name of the tree they were from. What I do remember, is that they
were the size of grapes, were solid, and had these tiny little prickly
points scattered around their surface.  I had watched Mikey use them on
Butch the other night.

"Okay, Butch-man, now tell me what were the names of those three plays you
messed up," I directed as I opened my little notebook and prepared to write.

Butch thought for a moment and then said slowly, "Well... uh... they were...
PRO LEFT 23 SWEEP... PRO RIGHT 23 SWEEP TRAP... and... uh... I RIGHT 42
PITCH TRAP..."

I wrote the names down and looked them over. Needless to say, I didn't
understand them completely, but that didn't really matter.

I looked at Butch and said, "Okay Mr. Quarterback, this is what we're going
to do..." I tried to sound as sinister as possible and it seemed to work.

Butch looked back at me and gulped.

I took a moment to once again look him over. There he was, naked, except for
his jock strap, glistening with sweat, and standing under the chin up bar...
waiting for my orders. That "warm" feeling started to spread from my groin.

"First of all, go ahead, jump up, grab the bar and hang there until I say
otherwise," I commanded.

The bar was a good 12 inches above his reach, so he had to jump up to grab
it, which he did. And so there he was hanging from the bar with his feet
dangling about a foot off the floor.

I looked at the list, then at Butch, and said, "Now, I'm going to read one
of the play names, when I do, you repeat it out loud and pull yourself up so
that your chin is above the bar, and stay that way, until I say DOWN. Do you
understand?"

Butch half shouted, "YES SIR!"

I guess I sensed, that one of the best ways to control a jock during this
type of "stuff", was to mix in various types of athletic tasks. That way,
their natural competitive spirit, and desire to "win" could be used to drive
them on and on.

I smiled and read, "PRO LEFT 23 SWEEP."

Butch pulled himself up on the bar and repeated, "PRO LEFT 23 SWEEP!"

I stepped back and watched for just a little while as Butch held himself at
chin level to the bar. His arm and shoulder muscles were solid and pumping
ever so slightly as he paced his breathing.

I picked up the birch branch and stepped around Butch.

"Okay, Butch, now what are you supposed to do on that play?"

I waited for him to open his mouth to speak, then delivered a hard lash
across his bare butt cheeks.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"AHHHHGGGH!" grunted Butch.


"SWISSSSTTT!" I delivered another one and demanded, "What are you supposed
to do on that play?"

"AHGGGH!" Butch got hold of himself and then blurted out, "I step back, turn
left and hand the ball off to Dave!"

He was panting just a little, now and cringed, expecting another blow.

I smiled and said, "Down!"

Butch, breathed a sigh of relief and lowered himself to his hanging
position.

I let him hang for just a few seconds, then I repeated, "PRO LEFT 23 SWEEP!"

Butch immediately pulled himself into the chin up position and repeated,
"PRO LEFT 23 SWEEP!"

"What are you supposed to do on that play?" I shouted.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"EHHGgG... step back, turn left and hand the ball off to Dave!" he shouted
back.
Again, I left him in that chin up position for a bit. Allowing his muscles
to pump a little more and his breathing to get just a little harder.

Man he looked so great like that, holding his chin above the bar and
breathing hard.

I stood in front of him and looked up into his face.

"So you Butch, screwed that play up today, didn't you? I demanded.

He puffed some air in and out and said, "Uhhh... yes sir.. I did."

"And what did you do wrong?" I inquired.

Butch puffed some more and then stammered, "I... uhh... didn't get the ball
to him fast enough... and then I got tackled with it."

I chuckled as I took one of the prickly little pine cones out of the bag,
held it in front of Butch's face and said, "Too bad Butch-man, if you had
handed it off quicker, you would have not gotten this."

Butch's eyes grew real wide, almost pleading.

I reached down, pulled the waistband of Butch's jock strap open and
carefully placed the prickly little cone at the base of his hard cock,
nestled in his pubes.

Then I simply let his waistband snap back against his body.

"OHHHH... GDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGG!"

Butch screamed as his cock was forced back against the little spines on the
cone, and more spines pricked at the skin beneath his pubic hair.

He shook all over and his legs flailed, but he managed to keep his position
with his chin above the bar.

"DOWN!" I shouted and Butch lowered himself into his hanging rest position
with a loud moan, breathing hard and with his groin twisting about.

I gave him only a moment's rest and shouted, PRO LEFT 23 SWEEP!"

He took a deep breath, and repeated back as he raised himself to the chin up
position, "PRO LEFT 23 SWEEP!"

I let him strain for a few moments, then hit his butt cheeks with the birch
branch again.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGD!

"So, BUTCH, you will hand off quicker next time, won't you?" I snarled as I
delivered another hard lash.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"UHHGGGGDDD... DDDDDD... YES SIR!" he huffed and puffed as his body trembled
all over.


He saw me raise the branch again, and his butt cheeks tightened.

I smiled, gave him a gentle tap and said, "DOWN!"

Butch breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered himself. He hung there for
about a minute then I said, "Okay Butch, let go of the bar."

Butch let go and dropped to the floor. He stood there breathing hard and
trembling. I could tell that he was feeling that little prickly cone at the
base of his cock.

I let him catch his breath and then continued, "Okay Butch-man, as soon as
you are ready to 'review' the next play, get down on the floor and lay on
your back."

Now, this was one of the moments I really learned to enjoy. Butch obviously
knew, that as soon as he got down on the floor, his punishment would
continue. I was leading him along, and requiring him to reinforce his desire
to be punished.  It was a technique I would use over and over again with
Butch and other guys.

It was only about a minute more before Butch took a deep breath and then
laid down on the floor on his back.

I smiled and knelt beside him.

"This is how this is gonna work now Butch-man.  When I say the next play,
you arch your self up on your arms and feet, so that your mid-section is up
in the air... and then repeat the play! Understood?"

Butch said, "YES SIR!"

I nodded, looked at the notebook and said, "PRO RIGHT 23 SWEEP TRAP."

Butch immediately reached his arms above his head, bent his knees, planted
his feet flat on the floor, and raised his midsection into a nice arch as he
shouted, "PRO RIGHT 23 SWEEP TRAP"

"What are you supposed to do on that play?" I demanded as I raised the birch
branch whip and delivered a nasty lash across his hard stomach.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"DARRRRRRR... GDDDDDDDDDDDDDD...! he groaned as he struggled to maintain his
balance in the arch up.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

Another hard lash, this one across his flat chest.

"AGGGGGHHHHH... I... GDDDD... AHHGGGD... I step back four steps to my right
and hand off to Dave," he moaned.

I watched as he struggled to keep his arch up. His knees and arms were
shaking and he lowered his butt a little.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"UUUURGGGHHH!" he growled and raised his butt back up.

I waited a few more moments and then said, "DOWN!"

Butch dropped down on the floor and lay there breathing hard and moaning.
He started to reach for his jock, no doubt to try and relieve the pain from
his cock laying on the prickly pine cone.

I slapped his hand away, and shouted, "PRO RIGHT 23 SWEEP TRAP."

He sucked in his breath and raised himself into the arch again as he
shouted, "PRO RIGHT 23 SWEEP TRAP!"

He was breathing really hard now and was sweating like mad.

I pulled another pine cone from the bag and reached for the waist band of
his jock. He trembled as he felt me pull the band open.

"And how did you screw that play up Butch-man?" I hollered.

Butch shook harder sucked in his breath, and whimpered, I turned left,
instead of right."

I laughed and then said, "Too bad for you Butch, cause if you had done it
right, you would have avoided this!"

I placed the prickly little cone on the sensitive underside of his hard
cock, between his cock and the jock strap's mesh.  Then, I let the waistband
snap back, which forced the little pine cone spines against his throbbing
cock.



"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHHGGGGG!

Butch screamed like crazy and began thrashing wildly as he lost his balance
and fell back on the floor.  He continued to moan as he struggled to resume
his arch up.  He managed to do it, but was really shaking. His moaning
changed to a series of whimpers.

Finally I said, "DOWN," and Butch dropped onto the floor.

He lay there for a couple of minutes, trying to regain his breath, and
struggling hard to keep from pulling the two pine cones out of his jock.


I knelt down beside him and asked harshly, "And what happened when you
screwed that play up Butch?"

He swallowed and stammered, "I got hit hard and lost the ball."

I snickered, and said, "Well, I guess you know you're going to pay for that
now Butch-man?"
Butch just moaned.

I laughed and asked, "So what do you think it should be Butch, more pine
cones? Some lashes, some more pine cones, or maybe both?"

"Ohhhhhh... gddd... ummm... whatever you think Scotty," he managed to
mumble.



I giggled as I gently patted his jock pouch and he winced, "I probably
should fill this with those pine cones."

He trembled and started breathing harder again.

I continued, "That would really hurt Butch-man, wouldn't it?"

He whimpered a faint "yes."

Then I smiled and said, "You know, I think I'll give you a chance to avoid
that kind of punishment and give you lashes instead."

I could tell he was interested.

"So here's what we'll do... I'm going to write a number on this little piece
of paper. It's the number of lashes I plan to give you. Then you tell me the
number that you think you deserve. If your guess is higher than mine, that's
all you'll get. But, if you guess lower, then you'll get my lashes, plus
some more prickly pine cones in your jock. Okay?"

Butch thought for a couple of seconds and muttered, "Yes sir."

I smiled and scribbled on the paper.

"Okay Butch-man, I'm ready. How many lashes do you think you should get?"

Butch considered for a moment and then stammered, "Twenty-three?"

I smiled and showed him the paper with the number "15" written on it.

Butch breathed a sigh of relief.

I laughed and said, "Wow, pretty good Butch-man, I'm impressed. So impressed
in fact, that I think that will be enough for you to remember to try harder
during your next game. So how about we do them and consider your football
punishment done for today? I'm pretty sure you'll try harder. Especially if
you know that if you screw up any of those three plays again, you'll get the
nastiest pine cone torture possible."

Butch flinched, looked up at me and said softly, "Yes Sir."

I stood up and ordered Butch to stand in front of me.

He stood up and waited.

"Okay Butch, take the pine cones out of your jock and put them back in the
bag."

He reached down, pulled his jock open, ever so carefully, took the two
little nasty cones out and placed them in the bag.

"Now, take off your jock strap and leave it on the floor," I continued.

Butch pulled his jock strap down his legs, stepped out of it and dropped it
on the floor. Then he stood back up and assumed his stance with legs spread
and hands behind his head. Needless to say, his cock was extremely hard and
was sticking straight up, in spite of the ordeal it had just been through.


It occurred to me, that we probably needed a term for the position he was
in, and some of the other ones too so I said to Butch, "While we are at it,
I want you to learn a few terms."

Butch looked at me curiously.

I smiled and said, "For instance, we're going to start calling the position
you are in, 'Position 1'. So whenever I say Position 1, that's how you'll
stand. Got it?"

Butch smiled back and gave me an enthusiastic, "YES SIR!"

It occurred to me, that the more I formalized my authority over Butch, the
more he seemed to like it.

So, I continued, "Get down on your knees, spread your legs real wide and put
your hands behind your back."

Butch did as I instructed and was quickly on his knees, with his legs spread
almost painfully wide with his hands behind his back.

"That is 'Position 2,' I announced and Butch nodded.

"Now here's a tough one Butch. Move your knees a little closer together.
Then keeping your legs still bent under you, lower your back to the floor
and place your arms on the floor on either side of you."

Butch listened carefully, then did as instructed.

It was a tough position and put quite a bit of strain on his thigh muscles.
But he looked great like that, with his stomach pulled tight, chest out, and
cock bouncing above his pubes.

"That is 'Position 3,' I declared.

"Now lay down on the floor on your back, and spread your arms and legs
wide."

He did as I said.

I laughed and said, "Guess what this one is?"

Butch chuckled and replied in mock "dumb jock" fashion, "Uh... geee...
Position 4?"

I giggled, "Very good."

I quickly figured we'd need a couple of more so I came up with them quick.

They were: Position 5- Down on all fours, lower his chest to the ground with
his butt in the air and arms tucked under his face; Position 6- Stand with
legs spread and then bend down and hold his ankles.

We went over the list a couple of times, and Butch had no trouble
remembering them all. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.

When I was sure we both would remember them I had Butch get back in Position
1 and continued.

"Now Butch-man, if I ever give you a "position order" while you are dressed,
I expect you to strip naked as fast as you can, and then get in the
position. Got it?"

Butch gave me this dirty little smile and shouted, "YES SIR!"

By this time, that "warm feeling" had taken me over completely and was
feeding my nasty creative juices. Butch seemed to be getting into this in a
big way, and it occurred to me that what I was doing was a little like
calling football plays. And so, I quickly came up with a way to make it even
more like that.  I suspected it would appealed to Butch, and I was right.

I was keeping my eye on the clock and realized that we had just 15 minutes
left before Mikey got home. Assuming that he would obey the note. I had no
doubt he would.

"So Butch, just a couple of other quick things, to make it even more...
uh... interesting," I laughed.

Butch was tingling. He loved "interesting."

"This should be easy to understand, but listen carefully."

Wow, the ideas were coming to me so quickly, I could hardly keep up.

"First of all, I might add a letter and an instruction to the Position order
at any time."

Butch looked quizzical.

"So you'll need to remember what they mean," I said seriously.

"If I say the letter 'C' it means Cock, 'B' means Balls, 'N' means Nipples,
'J' means Jock strap, 'G' means Gag."

Butch looked really intrigued.

I smiled, knowing that I had him even more.

"So here's an example of what I might say... 'Butch, Position 1J- Face!"

Butch considered for a moment, then gave me this really nasty smile.

"Uh, do you want me to do what I think it means?" he asked.

That made me quiver and smile.

"Yea," I chuckled.

Butch nodded, bent down, picked up his jock strap, pulled it over his face,
with the pouch covering his nose and mouth and returned to his stance with
hands behind his head and legs spread.

I got really warm. He was absolutely right of course.

"Very, very good Butch-man, you catch on quick. Ready for another?"

Butch nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you a trickier one... Position 2 BC- Tied"

Butch considered for a moment, then he went over to the torture box, pulled
out some thin rope and came back. He tied the rope around his balls and
cock, then dropped to his knees, spread his legs, placed his hand behind his
back and gave me a wicked smile.

This was working out better than I could have imagined. We both seemed to
understand, that if I added something to a position, it would stay there,
through the next ones. Which is why he kept the jock on his face.

I couldn't resist another one.

I pulled a couple of clothespins from the box and laid them on the floor
beside Butch.

"Position 3N- Pinned," I commanded.

Again Butch considered for a moment, then he moved his knees closer together
and slowly lowered his back all the way to the floor behind him. He had to
reposition his legs a little and I could tell it was a real strain keeping
them bent under his butt.

Next, Butch felt around with his hand and picked up a clothespin. He
squeezed it open and snapped it onto one of his nipples and moaned. He did
the same for the other nipple then lowered his arms to the floor and waited.

I felt so darn "warm" now and I was breathing harder. I mean consider the
sight. There was Butch, naked, with his hard throbbing cock and balls tied
tight, on his knees, bent all the way back so his back was on the floor,
clothespins on his nipples, and a dirty jock strap over his face. Not to
mention that he was glistening with sweat, breathing hard and moaning.

I glanced at the clock... five minutes before Mikey got there.

"Okay Butch, get up and remove every thing."

Butch seemed just a little disappointed, but did as he was told and was
quickly standing back in front of me.

"Now Butch, your 23 punishment lashes are coming soon. When you receive
them, I want you to remember they are for those three plays you screwed up.
Understood?"

Butch shouted, "YES SIR!"

Man, he really seemed to enjoy calling me "Sir" when we did this stuff.

"Okay, now I want you to prepare the place of punishment. Get four pieces of
rope, tie one on each end of the high chin-up bar and the other two at the
bottom of the posts on either side. Do it now!" I snapped.

Butch hopped to he. He grabbed four pieces of rope and began tying them as I
had instructed. He of course knew what it meant. He was going to be tied
spread-eagled standing up between the two posts and the chin-up bar.

I watched as he took care to tie the ropes very securely and noted that his
cock was clearly throbbing. I became aware of the fact that I was getting
better and better at the mental part of this torture thing. Butch clearly
got more excited when I made him participate in the preparations for his own
torture and even suggest things. I was definitely going to remember that.

There was also the fact that he seemed so extremely excited by being
humiliated and tortured in front of his younger brothers.

As soon as he was done preparing the ropes, he walked back over to me and
resumed Position 1.

I glanced at the clock and smiled.

"Well, Butch, it's almost time for you to receive the last of your football
punishment. You're going to get those 23 lashes but it will be just the two
of us who know what they are for. Got it?"

Butch looked at me, looked it little confused, and the said, "Yes Sir!"

I gave him a wicked smile as I heard footsteps upstairs. My timing was
perfect.

Butch's eyes grew really wide and he started shaking. He opened his mouth to
say something, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand and a loud
"SHHHHHHH!"

"POSITION TWO!" I snapped.

Butch gulped, took a deep breath, dropped to his knees, spread his legs and
placed his hands behind his back.

"Now listen carefully," I whispered. "In another minute, someone is going to
come down those stairs. Your orders are to get him to tie you spread-eagled,
standing up under the chin-up bar, and give you those 23 lashes wherever HE
wants. I don't care what it takes, just get him to do it. And start speaking
only after he does.  He has to say the first words! Do you understand
Butch-man?"

Butch was shaking but was clearly very excited.

I smiled and whispered, "And you are a smart guy. You did such a great job
delivering that note, it shouldn't be tough to guess who's going to be
coming down the steps."

Butch started breathing harder as he heard the door at the top of the
basement stairs open and close and then footsteps coming down. He lowered
his head.

I looked up and saw Mikey coming down the steps slowly.

He was wearing an old pair of gym shorts, T-shirt and socks. Judging by the
amount of sweat one his shirt, I figured he had run all the way home.

He looked over and smiled as he saw Butch kneeling beside me. I looked at
Mikey and held my finger over my lips, indicating he should not speak.

The look on his face was great. Pure excitement and I guess, lust. Now
although Mikey was like Butch in the athletic and looks department, when it
came to doing "stuff" he seemed to like making other guys do things equally
as much as receiving. Butch, of course, loved being on the receiving end.
Though, he could dish it out at times.

So there we were. Two young guys, I was 11, Mikey was 12 and we had a naked
14 year old kneeling at our feet. To say we were "warm" would be an
understatement.

Mikey looked at me expectantly. I didn't say a word. Instead, I stepped back
and took a seat on Butch's weight bench, smiled at Mikey and gestured
towards Butch with my eyes as if to say "Watch this."

"Butch, Position One!" I commanded.

Butch sighed, rose to his feet, spread his legs and put his hands behind his
head.

Mikey's eyes grew wide and he smiled.

I made the be silent motion to Mikey again and then said, "Butch, put on
your shorts and T-shirt.

Mikey watched in fascination as Butch ran over, grabbed his shorts and shirt
from the chair, put them on and then stood there waiting.

I smiled at Mikey again and then said, "Butch get us each a soda."

Butch sighed, ran up the stairs into the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone, I whispered to Mikey, "Now listen quickly! You're
going to start earning your promotion right now with a little test!"

Now was Mikey's turn to swallow.

I continued, "You watch and learn QUICK! And be ready for when I give you an
order. If you get it right, that promotion will come quicker. Got it?"

Mikey nodded. He was hooked now and was brimming with anticipation.

"One more thing," I whispered, "You'll understand better when 'things'
really get moving, but, once Butch asks you to do something, I expect you to
be your nastiest self. Pretend I'm not here!"  I winked at him and sat back
down as Butch returned with two cokes.

We took them from him and then I winked at Mikey again as I said sternly,
"Butch, Position One!"

To Mikey's pleasure and surprise, Butch quickly stripped his shirt and
shorts of again, spread his legs and placed his arms behind his head.

Mikey and I both looked down at Butch's cock. It was standing straight up
and was throbbing.

I laughed and shouted, "Butch, Position Four BC- Tied!"

Butch thought for a moment, sighed and then stepped over and pulled a couple
pieces of the thin rope out of the box. I noted that Butch was now blushing.
Having to perform like this in front of his younger brother was getting to
him. But he continued. Working quickly, he tied his balls off tightly with
one, then tied the other piece tightly around the base of his cock.  When he
was done, he dropped to the floor laid on his back and spread his arms and
legs wide.

I thought Mikey would faint.

I let them both think for a moment longer. then I ordered, "Butch, Position
2, facing Mikey!"

Butch jumped up, stepped closer to Mikey and dropped to his knees, spread
his legs and placed his hands behind his back.

I was really enjoying myself.

Mikey looked down at Butch. Both of the brothers were sweating. I just sort
of sensed it was time to exercise some control over Mikey, and, of course
make things a little warmer for me.

I waited for Mikey to look at me, and then I smiled at him and said very
slowly, "Mikey... PO... SI... TION... ONE!"

I looked him directly in the eye to make sure he understood the order was
directed to him.

Mikey thought for just a moment... then looked at me, touched his t-shirt
and gave a lifting motion... to confirm what he had concluded.

I smiled, rolled my eyes and nodded.

Mikey shrugged, then proceeded to pull off his clothes. In less than a
minute, he was standing there naked, with his legs spread, and hands behind
his head. Of course, he had a nice boner too.

And there they were, the two brothers, naked, boned and facing each other.

I looked them both over, then finally laughed, "So Mikey, aren't you going
to say hello to Butch?"

Mikey stammered, "He Butch, uh... how's it going?"

Butch looked up at Mikey and stammered back, "Uh, pretty good, how about
you?"

Mikey tried to figure out something to say.

They looked at each other and then over at me. All of a sudden, all three of
us burst into laughter. The situation was charged with incredible energy for
sure, but that little bit of "small talk" broke the flow.

I was laughing so hard I started to cry. So did they and all three of us
were soon rolling on the floor.

Finally though we managed to get hold of ourselves and after a few snickers
here and there, get things going again.

In no time, the "heat" was back and Butch managed to blurt out, "Uh Mikey, I
want you to do something for me... really bad. And I'm serious."

That got Mikey's attention. He seemed to focus on Butch completely and
appeared to have forgotten that I was even there.  Which is, what I told him
I wanted. Mikey could be just as intense and focused as Butch at times.

"Oh yea, what is it this time?" he said a little smartly. "You wanna tie me
up and torture me again?"

Wow! I thought, this was getting good.

I could tell that Butch was blushing like mad. His cock looked ready to
explode. He too seemed to have forgotten about me and he was concentrating
on the matter at hand.

"Uh, no... uh... I want you to uhhhh... well..."

He was breathing harder now. Much harder. In spite of everything that had
happened over the last year or so, it was clearly tough for Butch to ask his
brother to do something like this.

Mikey got a little impatient and snapped, "Come on Butchy... spit it out,
will ya!"

Butch sighed and then blurted out quickly, "I want you to tie me
spread-eagled, standing up under the chin-up bar, and then give me 23 lashes
where ever you want!"

He breathed a sigh of relief as if to say... "There I said it!"

Mikey's eyes almost popped out of his head. He thought for a moment, then
his eyes narrowed and he grunted, "Oh yea, well what's in it for me?"

Butch thought a second and pleaded, "Come on Mikey! We've done stuff like
this before in the club and all... and with strip games."

Mikey smiled the most wicked smile. "Yea, but this is sorta different. It's
like you really want me to do it. So, you're gonna have to pay?"

Butch tried hard, "Ahhh Mikey, you'll get to whip me anywhere on my body, as
hard as you want. I promise I won't get back at you. Won't that be enough?"

Mikey thought for awhile.

Gosh, it's so incredible looking back at just how sadistic and masochistic
we could become. Especially when being naked was involved. We got worked up
so easily, that our boners became our brains and led us on and on. Such was
the case in the situation unfolding with the two brothers. And of course, my
"warm instincts" had served me well.

Butch looked up at Mikey. Neither had moved from the positions I ordered
them into. Mikey had this wicked look on his face as he thought.

Finally Mikey spoke up, "That's not gonna be enough, if you want me to do
that, it's going to cost you some more 'stuff'"

Butch dropped his shoulders in resignation and muttered, "Okay Mikey,
whatever, just be reasonable!"

Another wow! This was so great! Not only was Butch going to be whipped by
Mikey, he was also going to have pay for it. And, of course, Mikey did not
take cash. The currency of the day was always in the form of some sort of
humiliation and/or torture.

Mikey laughed, "Of course, I will. Just as reasonable as you were!"

Mikey gave a wicked laugh and Butch trembled again.

Clearly, Mikey was pissed about something that had happened and wanted a
payback.  I wanted to know more, but was satisfied that I had locked in on
this little thing between them.

"So what do you want Mikey?" Butch muttered.

Mikey smiled and said, "Okay, first of all, I get to torture you for one
night, however I want."

Butch sighed, "You mean like over night?"

Mikey nodded, "Yea ALL NIGHT!"

Butch nodded and said reluctantly, "Okay, but just as long as it's not on a
night before a game."

Mikey smiled and said, "Promise... and second, at another time, you'll be my
complete and total slave for a weekend!"

"Awww come on Mikey! That's too much! How about a day?"

Mikey laughed and then said, "Okay, that's fair I guess, and don't worry, it
won't be before a game."

Butch looked a little exasperated and sighed, "Good, so we have a deal, can
we get on with it now?"

Mikey replied, "Sure, go ahead and stand under the chin-up bar and raise
your arms."

Butch stood up, walked to the bar and raised his arms high. Mikey grabbed a
small step stool, climbed on it, and proceeded to tie Butch's wrists to the
ropes already hanging from the bar. He stretched Butch's arms as high and
tight as he could, making sure that the wrappings weren't cutting off the
circulation to his hands.

Next he got down on the floor and pulled Butch's ankles apart and up against
the uprights. He tied his ankles tight and seemed pleased. Then, he rushed
over to the box and got two more short pieces of rope. He used those to tie
Butch's knees to the two posts as well.  When he was done, Butch was really
immobilized. With his knees tied the way they were, his inner thighs and of
course, cock and balls were easy clear targets.


Mikey looked Butch over. He was breathing hard of course and his bound cock
and balls were throbbing again.

Mikey's own cock was bouncing up and down as he moved around.

"Well, Butch, you'll get those 23 lashes now, but let's make it a little
more fun," Mikey said devilishly.

He pulled one of the dice out of the box and winked at me. Obviously feeling
that it was okay to acknowledge my presence at this point.

"Since I can whip you where ever I want, that means I can choose between
your chest, stomach, thighs, back, butt and cock and/or balls. So I'm going
to do this. You name one of those places, and I'll throw the die to see how
many lashes you get there. Name any place you want, but you can only name a
place once, and of course, your cock and balls can't be last. Scotty can
write them down. So you ready?"

Butch nodded.

"Okay, first place," Mikey called out.

"My back," said Butch.

Mikey rolled the dice and got a three.

"Okay, three on your back. Where next?

"My chest," Butch blurted.

Mikey rolled and got a five.

"A five, that's eight so far."

"Now where?"

Butch stammered, "My cock and balls," and closed his eyes as Mikey rolled.

"Nice he announced, another five! That's uh, thirteen total, so where next?"

"Uh, I guess my butt," Butch muttered.

Mikey rolled, "And it's a four! That makes 17, only six left Butchy. So now
where?"

Butch thought for a second and said, "My stomach."

Mikey smiled, shooked the die and rolled it.

"AHHH, and we have a six! That's it six lashes to you stomach big brother."

Mikey did not waste any time. He picked up the birch branch whip and stood
beside Butch.

He started to raise the whip and I made a quick decision to make things even
more interesting.

"Hang on Mikey, you need to do something about your promotion right now!" I
demanded.

They both turned their heads to look at me.

"Mikey, Position 2 BC- Tied, NOW!"

Butch managed a smile as Mikey's eyes popped.

"Now?" he stammered.

"Yes now!" I ordered.

I had little doubt about my ability to get him to do it. That promotion
system in the secret club was moving right along and a higher rank meant you
got in on all the best stuff.

Mikey thought for a moment, then Butch just blurted out, "Get on your knees
and tie off your cock and balls like I did stupid."

Mikey gave Butch a nasty look, then turned and did just as I had ordered.
Soon he was kneeling in front of me with his cock and balls tied, his knees
spread wide and his hands behind his back.

I smiled and then said, "Very good Mikey, now one last thing before you do
Butch, go ask him what "G", "J" and "N" mean."

Mikey did as I asked and listened as Butch explained them and the whole
position system we had come up with. As soon as they were done, I told Mikey
to get going, we had only 15 minutes left before we needed to stop.

And, as luck would have, yet another variation came to me and I said to
Mikey, "Mikey, G J BUTCH's FACE!" as I tossed Mikey's and Butch's jockstraps
at Mikey's feet.

Mikey thought for a moment then laughed.

He picked up his own dirty jock, balled it up and forced it into Butch's
mouth. Then he took Butch's really sweaty jock and stretched it over Butch's
face. He glanced at me and I smiled. Hell, we were onto something fun. Silly
maybe, but still fun.

And with that, Mikey laid into Butch with the branch and three nasty lashes
across Butch's back.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"EEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHHHH!

Butch screamed into his gag and pulled at his bonds.

Now Mikey was not the best at slow torture. He didn't let Butch catch much
of a breath before he started working on Butch's glistening chest.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

Two hard ones landed dead center.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH...GDDDDDDDD... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGG!

Butch screamed and thrashed.

Mikey slid the branch over Butch's chest, tickling his nipples and raised it
again.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...MMMMMMGDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!


Butch was thrashing so wildly I thought sure the ropes would break.

Mikey stepped back and chuckled, "Man big brother, that's only eight so far.
  You got fifteen more to go, and five are at the best place of all!"

He tapped the tip of Butch's pulsing cock with the end of the whip.

Butch moaned loudly.

I took the moment to step up to Butch and whisper in his ear, so that Mikey
couldn't hear.

"Just remember what this punishment is for Butch-man, and do better next
time."

Butch looked at me through watery eyes and nodded.

I stepped back and told Mikey to continue.

He raised the whip above Butch's nice white butt and delivered four quick
lashes, making sure to land two on each cheek.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"AHHHH...GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGD!

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGD!

Butch jerked at the ropes and moaned.

I also noted that the basement seemed filled with that familiar musty
musk-like odor. The kind that seemed to come whenever guys got tortured
while being naked, sweaty and hard.

Butch continued thrashing as Mikey took aim at his sweating flat stomach.

Clearly he was saving the best for last, and Butch knew that too.

Mikey delivered the six stomach lashes in batches of two at a time.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGD!

The first two caught Butch just above his navel.

Mikey laughed and patted Butch on the stomach. "Oh Butchy," he teased, "now
those two had to hurt! But wait the best is coming!"

He reached down and slid his finger up and down Butch's throbbing cock.

Butch moaned.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The two hard lashes caught Butch just above his pubic patch and he felt it.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHGGGGGDDDDDD!"

The last two were right across his navel. Butch was now gyrating madly and
tugging at the ropes. Sweat seemed to be coming from every where. Mikey
really seemed to be enjoying his older brother's suffering. I was too, of
course, and was dying to find out more about what Butch had done to Mikey.

So far, what I knew was that at some point, Butch had tied up Mikey and
tortured him. There also seemed to be an understanding between the two that
Butch owed Mikey a lot. So, I expected it must have been some pretty bad
torture or humiliation, or more likely both.

I was certainly going to have to figure out a way to be in on the stuff that
Mikey had planned for Butch.

For now though, we had arrived at the "moment of truth." Butch had five
lashes left and they were all to be delivered to is cock and balls which
were nicely bound and completely open to attack.

I listened and watched as Mikey tormented his poor brother.

"Well, Butchy, here we are, the best for last," he chuckled as he gently
tapped Butch's enlarged cock head with the tip of the whip.

Butch was really breathing fast and hard now and his cock was throbbing. It
didn't seem like it could get any harder, but it sure was trying.

"So, let's see, should I start with a nice hard lash on your cock head?"

Butch winced.

"Or maybe a bad one to the balls!"

He tapped the whip against Butch's balls and Butch jerked violently.

"Oh yea, Butchy, you know what it feels like to get whipped on the balls!"
he laughed viciously.

I started to get afraid that Mikey might get carried away and do some real
damage, so I tapped Mikey on the shoulder.

"Uh, Mikey, be careful, okay, you know you could do some real damage if you
hit him there too hard," I noted.

Mikey laughed and said, "Oh don't worry Scotty, I know just how hard to hit
his balls... don't I Butchy?"

Butch's eyes were pleading now.

I was a little relieved, but also scared. Mikey had clearly become more than
I had bargained for, and I was worried about being able to keep him under
control.

Mikey grabbed Butch's cock and began stroking it slowly. Butch responded
with low moans and sighs.

I watched as Mikey carefully pleasured his brother's cock with his hand and
saw some of the tell tale signs.  Butch was getting close.  Mikey saw them
too, pulled his hand away and lashed Butch across his bulging cock head.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

The sound of the lash made me flinch, but it was nothing compared to what
followed.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGGGGGGDDDDDDD...
AWWWWWWWWWGDDD...GGG...GGGG...DDDDDDDD!

I was certain that if Butch had not been gagged, the scream that he made
would have been blood curdling. He pulled hard at the ropes and every muscle
in his body tensed.

Mikey showed no concern at all. In fact he smiled as he watched Butch
thrash, and started stroking his own bound cock.

Despite the fact that I was a little scared of Mikey's ferocity, I must
admit, I was excited to and started to rub my own boner through my shorts. I
hadn't, shot... er... "cum" yet, like the bigger boys, but I was really
starting to get anxious for it to happen and was starting to feel like I was
getting pretty close.

I looked at Butch as Mikey grabbed Butch's cock and forced it against his
pubes, exposing his balls completely. Butch's eyes widened in absolute
terror as Mikey raised the whip high and brought it down fast and hard.

My own eyes widened too.

Thankfully though, I had enough mind left to recognize the fact that Mikey
relaxed his arm a lot, just before the whip slammed into Butch's poor
exposed balls.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

It was a nasty lash for sure, but not as bad as it looked like it was going
to be. Mikey glanced at me and gave me this cute wink, as Butch screamed
from the impact.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGdDDDDD...FFFFFFFFUUUU... DMMMMMMMM!"

That's what it sounded like as Butch reacted to the blow to his balls. It
went on for awhile as he thrashed and thrashed. Heck, I knew it was a 'guy
thing'. Any kind of hit to the balls sends waves of pain everywhere.

Mikey smiled at me. The look on his face was locked into my memory. It told
me that he was enjoying this for sure... but it also said, that he did care
about Butch... and that he was not out of control.


And speaking of control, I sensed that as soon as Mikey was done with Butch,
I would have to reinforce my control over Mikey. Once again my instincts did
not fail me. Heck, it became so clear I was almost blown away.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

Mikey had released Butch's cock and hit it with a nasty lash on it's
sensitive underside.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGdDDDDD..sssphHHHHHHHH!"

Butch was going crazy.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHH...GdDDDDD... sssphHHHHHHHH!


Mikey hit his poor cock again.

I thought Butch would explode. He was covered with sweat, and was thrashing
wildly.

Mikey raised the whip above Butch's exposed balls, poised for his last
strike...

And that's when it came to me!

And I mean really came to me!!!!

I grabbed Mikey's whip hand and squeezed it firmly.

I gazed into Mikey's eyes and saw "the look"... the one that I sensed would
give me total control. Like I said, looking back... my instincts were
incredible. I had chosen the precise moment I needed, to obtain total
control over Mikey. His boner was leading him... and the only thing he could
think of was delivering that final lash to poor Butch's balls... oh and of
course, once he did, he would "seal the deal" and Butch would have to pay up
with his part of the bargain.

I held onto Mikey's hand and snarled, "Not so fast Mikey!"

God, he was so worked up! He wanted to lash Butch's balls so dang much. And,
there was the other thing that was a little confusing... but I sensed it.
Mikey also wanted to be tortured. Almost as much as he wanted to torture
others.  Heck, maybe even more. And THAT is where I had him.

Now, as dumb, or silly as it may seem now, the "promotion" thing in our
little secret club was becoming a big thing for Mikey.  The initial
excitement surrounding the initiations was waning and the "big" thing for
the first guys was getting a high rank.  And Mikey wanted a high rank.

The rank structure we settled on was a military one. Everyone started as a
Private (except me, I was the first General, mostly because I guess I was
the only one clever enough to keep the whole weird thing running).  And the
craziest thing was that no one ever questioned it.

Advancement involved surrendering to whatever I came up with.  The higher
the rank, the greater the "surrender."

So anyway, here we were.

"So Mikey, do you want to be a Lieutenant?" I asked.

"Hell yea!" he replied.

I laughed and said, "Well, great! Finish your lashes and get your butt over
here!"

The "rank" thing seemed to do it. Mikey delivered his final lash on Butch's
cock head.

"SWISSSSTTT!"

"AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

And then, he dropped the whip and rushed over to me, forgetting about his
sweating and moaning older brother.

Yea, as incredible as it may sound, Mikey stood in front of me and just
waited.
I was lost in thought, trying to figure my next move. I glanced over at
Butch, bound under the chin-up bar, sweating and moaning. His chest and
stomach had some nasty red marks from the whip, and his cock looked like it
was about to turn purple. I knew we could have a lot of fun with Butch so
close to shooting, and with Mikey so worked up.

And, that's when IT happened!

We all heard the sound at the same time.

The upstairs front door had just opened, and there were footsteps.
Apparently the band meeting was over and Skippy and their Mom were home
early!!!!

We panicked!

I whispered to Mikey... "Untie Butch and get dressed, I'll go upstairs and
stall them!"

Mikey nodded and ran to untie Butch as I headed up the stairs.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I had my best "Angelic Scotty"
look plastered across my face, and was ready for their Mom. I burst into the
kitchen and was surprised when I discovered one lone occupant.

It was Skippy, and he was calmly making himself a peanut butter sandwich.

He looked up at me and said, "Hi Scotty... what's up?"

I looked around and blurted out, "Hi Skippy, I thought you had some band
thing?"

Skippy shrugged and laughed, "Yea, we got done early, but there's this
fundraising meeting that wasn't going to be over until 11:00 and Mom has the
nightshift at the diner, so she got me a ride home."

"Oh," I replied, trying to sound non-chalant.

Skippy looked at me and inquired, "So what are you doing here Scotty?"

Like it mattered, I was always there.

I laughed and said, "Oh I was just downstairs playing table hockey with
Butch and Mikey!"

They had this really neat hockey game with these metal rods that you used to
move the players around, and we played it a lot. Skippy seemed to accept
that and headed into the living room with his sandwich.

As soon as he was gone, I rushed downstairs. What I saw could have been a
Norman Rockwell painting.

Butch and Mikey were sitting on the couch reading "Boy's Life" magazines
like two all American boys. There was no sign of the "torture box" or any of
its contents... and the looks on their faces... was just too much!

I got to the bottom of the stairs and then I started busting up.

They rushed over and managed to get me settled down long enough for me to
tell them what had happened. We were all relieved, of course and sat on the
steps for a few minutes, catching our breaths.

Then, Mikey stood up and said, "Uh Scotty, what should we do now... I mean
about... uh... you know!" He glanced at his groin.

Well, call me dense, but I didn't know.

Butch leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Hey Scott-ster, what my
shit-head brother is trying to say... I think... is that both of us still
have our cock and balls tied up."

Butch gave me this crazy look and nodded his head towards Mikey.

I smiled as I realized it had to be true. In the rush to untie Butch, get
dressed and put everything away there would not have been time to untie
their cock and balls!

I also realized, that Butch and Mikey were both really worked up.

So, first things first!

I glanced at the clock and realized that I still had over an hour before my
mom would get concerned... if at all. Well, okay, on any other night, she
might have been upset.  But it was Thursday night, and it was close to the
weekend... and I was just next door and all... and, of course, I had the
most charming angelic face you could imagine!

Butch's Mom was obviously out of the picture, and his Dad's shift at the
steel mill wouldn't be over till midnight! It wasn't even nine yet... 8:50
as a matter of fact.  Plenty of time to do whatever we wanted.

And so, I stood up, walked to the center of the basement and turned back
towards the two concerned brothers. I thought about Skippy, sitting
upstairs, eating his peanut butter sandwich.

Then I glared at Butch and Mikey

"You know guys, I don't think it's really fair to leave Skippy out of so
much of this stuff," I snickered.

Butch started blushing all over again and Mikey started whining a little.

"Oh come on Scotty. Don't make us do stuff in front of Skippy. It was okay
in the club and the games, but this is different. And he doesn't know about
the torture box thing."

Now as strange as it may seem, and in spite of all the crazy "stuff" that
had been going on with the club initiations during the last year, I think I
was starting to understand. From their vantage point, Mikey and Butch had
crossed this "line."  Skippy was on the other side of that "line." I wasn't
on that other side for some weird reason. Maybe, because I wasn't a blood
relative, who knows.

Anyway, the main thing I recognized, was that Butch, was becoming more
embarrassed about being naked in front of his younger brothers. And yet he
also seemed really excited by even just the mention of being naked, tortured
and humiliated in front of them... and, apparently, Mikey, had similar
feelings about doing things in front of his younger brother Skippy.

I thought for a few moments, then looked at Mikey and crossed my arms over
my chest in the most affirmative stance I could manage.

"Okay Mikey, Position 2, NOW!" I snorted.

Mikey's face flushed and a nasty little smile appeared on Butch's face as
Mikey stammered, "But... Scotty... ahhh man! Please, I'll do anything you
want, just not in front of Skippy, okay?"

I shook my head and demanded, "Position 2, NOW!"

Mikey looked at Butch for sympathy. He got none. He considered for a moment,
then slowly stripped off his clothes, dropped to his knees, and placed his
hands behind his back.

I looked between Mikey's spread legs and noted that his boner had gone down
and that the cords around his cock and balls were looking loose. Without
saying a word, I knelt down and quickly retied them so they were tighter.
Not enough to cut off the blood flow, but tight enough so they wouldn't come
off. I pulled the torture box out from under the table and grabbed a couple
short pieces of the thin rope. I tied both of them around Mikey's soft cock.
Of course, he'd feel them, if he got another boner, which was bound to
happen at any moment.

I stood up and turned to Butch.

"Butch-man, be a nice big brother and tie Mikey's hands behind his back,
nice and secure."

Butch smiled and rushed to follow my orders. It took him no time at all to
tie Mikey's hands securely. When he was done, he stood up and waited
expectantly.

I glanced at Butch's crotch and noted with pleasure that he was back to full
bloom all over again. He was clearly excited by what was happening because
the front of his shorts were sticking out.

I looked down at Mikey. He was shaking a little and was looking like a
scared little rabbit.  I laughed and asked, "Well, Mikey, you're going to
earn that promotion now, are you ready for your orders?"

He gulped and managed just a nod.

I smiled and continued, "Good, first of all, no matter what else happens
tonight, you're going to keep the rope on your cock and balls, until you
find someone else to take them off of you. It can't be anyone in the club,
and you have to arrange for me to be there when they are taken off, so I can
witness it."

Mikey's mouth dropped open and Butch broke into this really nasty smile.

"What about when I shower? Can I take them off then?" he pleaded.
I chuckled, and said, "Nope, they stay on, even then!"

"Damn!" was Mikey's only reply as he started thinking, apparently resigned
to at least that much of his fate.

I looked down at him, and thought I detected a slight stir in his cock. His
body was like a miniature of Butch's, but not as developed yet and I was
getting anxious to see it tested.

"Now for the real fun stuff," I snickered.

I turned my head and looked upstairs, then back at Mikey. His lips were
quivering.

"Okay, Mikey, let's not waste any more time, go upstairs and get Skippy to
come down here!" I commanded.

Mikey's mouth dropped open and he blubbered, "... Uh, you mean like this?
With my hands tied behind my back.. and, naked and all?"

I laughed, "Sure! That's part of the fun. Besides, it will give Skippy an
idea of what's he's got to look forward to. He's gonna have some 'nice' fun
with you Mikey!"

He looked white as a sheet and his eyes widened as he begged, "Come on
Scotty, please, don't make me go upstairs to Skippy like this! Like I said,
I'll do anything else you want... you can even put me in the 'Chair of Hell'
if you want!"

"MIKEY!" snarled Butch.

Mikey looked back at Butch and turned even whiter. Butch glared at him with
this really crazy look. I didn't know what to say, and just let them stew
for a bit. Finally, Mikey seemed to succumb to Butch's glare and turned back
to look at me.

"Uh, Scotty... whatever you say!" he stammered.

I looked at Mikey and snapped, "Good! Now, get you naked ass upstairs and
bring Skippy back down here!"

Mikey swallowed hard, nodded and then headed up the stairs. I smiled as I
watched him go.  He had, of course, this huge boner, and, it looked pretty
painful with those little ropes digging into his cock.

I waited for him to reach the top of the stairs, then I turned to Butch and
barked, "POSITION ONE! NOW!"

Butch seemed a little startled, but wasted no time obeying. He stripped off
his clothes, spread his legs, and placed his hands behind his head.

I walked over to him and grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed.

"Okay Butch-man, it seems that you and Mikey have this little secret... and
I think it's about time you let me in on it!" I snarled.

Butch seemed to blush all over. He started breathing rapidly and his bound
cock looked like it was going to explode.

I gave his balls another squeeze.

"Come on Butch... skip the crap... and get to it... I know something is up
with you and Mikey... and I don't want any more secrets that I don't know
about!" I demanded.

Butch started to sweat again as I continued, "So, tell me about this 'Chair
of Hell'!"

...

TO BE CONTINUED
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FOR ANYONE INTERESTED:
As an FYI, I recall I was somewhat pissed at this point... and mad at Butch.
  That madness was a "jealous" sort of thing. I guess it was because I had
discovered that there were "other" things happening sex wise between him and
Mikey, and I was mad that I didn't know about them.  Hell, though I was
gifted, I was still young, and didn't know that in this type of situation, I
could  demand some exclusive rights.

But, as I have said, I was a fast learner.

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