SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 1 ____________________________________
Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga
WIN A PRIZE! WRITE TO PETE AT: Dom6789@hotmail.com (Ok, you really won't win, but write, ok?) _______________________________________________________________________ This story is a spinoff--a hard core version--of "Hot Younger Brother." I wrote this because of the email: Some wanted the loving to be the main tone--others wanted Pete to be more dominating and harsh. Stay here, if you want the dominating and harsh. The brothers still love each other, it's just that--well, if you're into spanking, you'll understand. Go to "Hot Younger Brother" for a softer approach.
For MORE info., read CHAPTER 1 (or more) of "Hot Younger Brother." If you read the first 3 chapters of that story, you'll see a slow buildup to the action--or you can start here, and get a slam-dunk into it. Your choice. --Pete
["Hot Younger Brother" fans: Chapter 5 will be coming soon, and returns to the more gentle mode of the earlier chapters.] _________________________________________________________________
The brothers are: Pete, 17 and Todd, 14. _________________________________________________________________
At 17, I pretty much had it made--living at home with my dad and my little brother. There was just one thing that spoiled the ideal: When dad punished, he spanked the shit out of me with his razor strap--but he went soft as hell on my brother. When I got punished, I screamed from that strap. When my little brother got spanked, I hardly heard a sound.
Did that make me mad? Oh, yeah!--even though I still loved the little squirt. But dad was going to be out of the house for many hours--that opened possibilities that made me smile. Actually, it made me see red--the red color on my brother's butt, and now I was planning ways to get that color there.
My 14-year-old brother Todd was a sexy kid--tall, thin, blonde. He could pass for 16 easily, except maybe for his flawless baby face--that sexy, smooth, facial perfection that Todd retained. And I was jealous as hell--but I never let that ruin my fun, or get between my paddle and his little naked butt.
But at this point, paddling him, or even spanking him at all, was just a dream. Todd was thin, but you could see that his muscles were just the right size, ready to ripen. He was a cute little boy-next-door magnet, and I wanted to rein his ass in, before greedy schoolmates and other strangers got to him-- assuming none already had.
Todd had a smiley, friendly way about him, too--which was directed at everyone, including me. That added to the heat of my craving for him--there were days that I wanted to grab his little-brother ass, naked in the shower, bend him over, and show him what it was like to feel a man's manhood, inside him.
That hadn't happened yet, either--but my dick was telling me the time was gettin' close--along with taking the spanking thing from dreamland to the world of reality. I think my dick grew past 7 inches just from frustration--lusting after my younger brother.
I thought of Todd's blue eyes as 'icy,' but when I came under their spell, they were hot, tantalizing, irresistible. And when he parted his lips to speak, and paused--as if spellbound by something, or when he'd touch the tip of his slick little tongue to his upper lip--those were the times he was almost too beautiful and sensual to behold, making me hard as a rock, and wanting my brother so bad, I could taste it. I had a lot of cravings--to feel his lips on my hard cock, to suck his slightly smaller but sexy-as-hell bone, and wanting to swing my arm and watch that white butt turn red.
Since I was 17 and bigger than Todd, I had the size advantage--and I planned to overcome his skinny little body, and make him cooperate with my wants and wishes. But if I was going to be his master, I had my work cut out for me--Todd's startling, commanding eyes could suck you in, and charm you, in a second.
"Todd--before dad buys any more construction material," I said, referring to dad's big attic-renovation project, "I think you better get some things out of your room, and into mine."
"Things?" Todd said, like he had no clue. I thought that was odd, because Todd's pretty sharp, for a 14-year-old.
"Yeah--like clothes, your computer. You're gonna live in MY room, for a while--remember?"
The construction stuff for the attic was all stacked in Todd's room, making it uninhabitable.
"Hey, Pete--I still got all the stuff for our cowboy game!" Todd said excitedly, as if the game took precedence over his need for the important, everyday things. Todd's enthusiasm surprised me--and it started a whole series of ideas in my head. "You'll play it with me, won't ya?"
"Well, I don't know, Todd--I'm a lot bigger now," I said, leading him on. "I guess you could bring that stuff, too--if you still got it. I'll think about it."
Who was I kidding? I couldn't wait to get my brother's skinny little body tied up, and at my mercy.
"Yeah! I know right where it is." Todd rushed to his room.
Dad would leave for his second job (part time), in about 10 minutes, and I got so boned thinking of what I might do with Todd, I grabbed a jock and headed for the bathroom to put it on. I had to handle this right, to make sure Todd didn't see through my actions and get suspicious--and a visible boner would spoil the surprise.
I tested Todd out--trying different phrases and words on him, and giving him commands that got more and more outrageous as the minutes ticked by.
I don't know what had gotten into me to make me so aggressive, but something inside me had just snapped all of a sudden, and I launched a phase of domination and verbal abuse with Todd. He seemed to be taking it well--TOO well, as a matter of fact. My suspicions were up.
"Ok, boy," I said threateningly, "where did you get the idea to act this way, and say these things, and call me sir--"
"No, wait--I just--just," Todd said, looking very frightened and beginning to blush.
"Oh, yeah--that's it!" I said--an idea beginning to form. "You SNOOPED, didn't you? You messed with my computer and went to the master/slave web sites I visited. Well, fuck that! I'm your big brother and I thought I had your respect--and my privacy!" I laid it on thick. "You just blew it, bigtime, Todd!"
In spite of my harsh-sounding speech, I started to feel defeated that my younger brother had gone behind my back to my computer, and checked out the master/slave sites that I liked. As I let that fact sink in, I started to think that his knowledge of the subject might come in handy, and save me some explaining time. 'Better to spank your cute little butt with, my dear,' I thought, with the image of the Big Bad Wolf in mind. The idea of spanking Todd's rear-end and making it red appealed to me. My dick swelled in agreement.
Now I just had to deal with him--my little snooping brother-- and find out how much he knew. It wasn't like him to snoop, so I knew something was up.
Todd was in tears, and blushing the darkest purple I'd ever seen. His crying was almost sobbing. "Pete--please, please--I'm sorry. I just wanted to . . . wanted to--"
"Spit it out. 'Wanted to' WHAT?" I said, making my angry eyes drill the stress into Todd's face. His emotional pain was palpable. I knew I better not get too carried away, shouting him down.
My brother's sobbing deepened, and he struggled with the words. "Wanted to . . . to make you happy . . . so you would want me!" he said, and slid to the floor in a heap.
"WHAT?" I yelled, "What do you mean, Todd. LOOK at me!"
He tipped his head enough to look at me--if he could see through his tears, that is.
"You know what I mean", he said, sitting on the floor now, "I--I wanted you to want me, I wanted you so bad," Todd said, barely able to get the words out. "I wanted to know what you liked, so I could like it, too." His tears were cute. I thought they were sexy.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I knew my brother. In my heart, I knew he was telling the truth--there was no doubt.
"Holy shit," I said, mostly to myself, then I went toward Todd, taking his hands and lifting him up into a hug. My dick throbbed, letting me know it was ready. "You pervert."
"What?" Todd said.
"You cute little brother-pervert," I said, loving the shit out of him--and softening him up for more painful things ahead.
"Oh . . . . yeah," Todd said, smiling.
I tried to resist, but his eyes worked their spell on me. "Shit--no wonder you didn't complain about how I've been treating you, if you read those sites. Did you read the slave's pledges?"
"Yes. I mean, yes, sir."
"I figured you must've read those."
"Those were a turn-on, Pete."
"At least you learned the terms, right?"
"Yeah. I learned other stuff--"
"Wait a second!" I said, a key point dawning on me, "That means you read my NOTES, too."
"Yes," Todd said meekly, with his head shrinking into his shoulders, like a scared turtle. "Wait. Please, Pete--don't be mad. They helped me."
"WHAT?" I said, "Helped you HOW? Those were PRIVATE! Besides--I wanna know how it's gonna help ME!"
"Pete--wait. They told me w-what you've been mad about, all this time. It's that . . . that you got spanked a lot harder than me, and I got off easy, right? And . . . and the times I got you in trouble, and you got your butt beat, bad. I'm sorry, Pete--if I would've known that--"
"You little shit!" I said, lunging at him. My notes were all about Todd and my resentment that I was the one that got all the painful spankings and Todd seemed to get the soft-glove treatment.
Todd sidestepped, keeping himself out of my path.
"No, Pete, no!" he yelled. "I'm sorry. Please wait. I'm ready for it. I know you wanna give it to me--and . . . and I'll try my best. Do it to me now . . . if you want--or . . . well, or whatever you--"
"Take your clothes off, boy! And face that wall until I call for you."
"Yes, sir."
The 'yes, sir' surprised me. I guess I was right--Todd had learned a few things, reading those sites. While I pondered what to do next, I thought about all the new possibilities, now that I knew he'd done some of that reading.
Still, this seemed too good to be true: My younger brother that I've been wanting to spank to right the wrongs; my little brother who, in my mind, I've fucked hard, until his little hole was sore--and it was ME that was taking his virginity--is offering himself to me, or at least willing to try some stuff.
I was going to train him to make sure he loved my dick up his ass, his red ass--this little brother now wanted all the things I'd been dreaming about. Did he really want those things, or was he just saying them? Actually, if I put all my plans into action, it wouldn't matter whether he wanted them or not. And now he was naked in front of me.
My dick throbbed like mad, with the thought of me grabbing a paddle or strap--or even my hand--and tanning his little hide.
The mystery of it all was that I wanted to give him pleasure, too. I even imagined turning the tables and letting Todd fuck me, occasionally. I wasn't hung up on protocol or hyper- masculinity, I wanted him to have a good time, too.
"Boy!" I said, making Todd jump, "Go over to your clothes, and get the strap off your pants. Kneel, and hand it to me."
"Yes, sir," Todd said, kneeling and handing me his belt. It was thrilling to see his naked dick and balls, swinging as he moved about.
I swung the belt to make a whipping sound in the air.
"By my calculation, boy, you deserve to get several long, painful strappings, at least four canings, and a very long, hard session with the paddle and my hand. If you're not willing to take it all, boy, game's over," I said, pushing my luck, but confident that my little brother was already a dedicated submissive.
"No. No. Ok--I'll take it all--anything," Todd said frantically, the fear like fire in his eyes. I stared at him and let a few seconds pass. Then he gulped.
"Good," I said. "Smile."
Todd's grin was especially earthy and sexy.
"You want it for real, don't you, bro," I said softly.
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
Todd's face screwed up for a moment, then relaxed. "I guess I wanna prove I can take it like a man."
"Oh yeah, little brother. You're gonna get lots of chances to prove that. LOTS! Stand at attention and face me--hands behind your head."
Todd obeyed and smiled his 'Oh-yes-I'm-gonna-get-my-wish' smile. I thought he might not feel that way for long.
First, I wanted him to be sexually frustrated--at least hungry--like the sites recommended. I knelt down, and sucked that beautiful boner right into my mouth. I was in heaven. I rubbed his butt-cheeks. In spite of where I was taking this scene, I wanted his first blow job to be good.
"Ah, Pete--oh God!"
He was supposed to call me 'sir,' but at this point I was very willing to let him off the hook. "Spread your legs."
Todd spread his legs silently, making a very cute sight.
I worked his thick young boner with my mouth, while brushing my fingers along his balls. I kept going feverishly, until I thought I felt him start to squirm badly. I had to stop now, if I was going to keep my brother horny. Then I thought Todd wouldn't need much recharge time if he did blow his load.
"Oh, God--Pete!"
"Kneel," I said," I said, while getting to a standing position. My hardon was in an obvious place, and, even though Todd never had sucked before, I knew he would get the hint.
Suddenly, my little brother moaned a moan of desire, draped his arms behind me, on my butt-cheeks, and dropped to his knees. Todd's mouth was inches from my aching cock. From the smile on his face, I knew this was going to be good.
Then the moment came, and his mouth touched my hardon, and his lips slid halfway down my dick. His mouth was incredible.
"Watch your teeth--press your tongue against it--tighter--do it faster--take more of it in your mouth," I said. Seconds later, it hit me: My hot little brother was blowing me. Just the thought had my head spinning.
I turned and got on my back, forcing him to lay on his stomach, so I could see my little brother's incredible butt--the butt I was soon going to make very, very red. His mouth was stroking my dick like a jackhammer.
"Slow down, boy!" I yelled.
I was totally turned on by the thought of spanking Todd-- almost as much as I was from the incredible sex we were having, but I knew that the scene had to develop slowly. I had to hold back from my total desires, and that wasn't easy. It would be well worth it, I thought, to make Todd's punishment happen.
I had to slow his mouth down, or else I was going to explode inside it. I don't know why, but whenever I got close to cumming, I always tried 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--and teach him lots of things.
"I said, SLOW DOWN, boy!" I would also have to teach him to be mindful of MY need to postpone climax.
Even with Todd slowing down, his mouth was so hot, I was still getting too close, too fast. I could tell, because my dick was throbbing in his mouth, way too hard--and feeling so good.
I explained to Todd to go into a 69 position, and he obeyed perfectly. Once we were in the new position, I had the feeling my brother expected a blow job in return.
I had other ideas. I held his hot cock in my hand, and admired its beauty, and its heat. I squeezed it teasingly--but I didn't stroke it. I imagined he'd figured out what I was up to. I turned and bent to see him. The look on his face was priceless.
"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.
"Stand up," I said threateningly, after rising, myself. I took my clothes off while enjoying watching Todd tremble in fear.
"Sorry . . . sorry!" Todd said, cringing.
"Bend over!" I said. "Hands behind your head!"
Todd obeyed.
I walked his cute, 14-year-old ass to the wall, and had him lean his head against it, for support. The tip of my dick pressed into one of his ass-cheeks. I thought I would cum, right there.
"If those hands move or come off your head, all hell will break loose!" I took a well-aimed swing with my hand.
"WHAP! Smack! Smack! SMACK!"
"AH! Uh, uh, UH!" Todd grunted sensually.
The sight of my red handprints on Todd's butt was almost too much. Even so, I hadn't really hit that hard. I held on to my dripping dick--afraid I would cum.
"You'd better thank me for those, boy!"
"Um, yes--thank you, sir."
"Thank you for what, boy?"
"Sir--thank you for spanking my butt." Now I was really glad Todd had read those sites. He knew just what to say. I held on to my cock to keep it from bouncing.
"Did it hurt?"
"Yeah--I mean, yes, sir."
"That's nothin' compared to what the strap will do to ya!"
"Oh, God--yes, sir!"
I put Todd back in position for the 69, and made sure he had a mouth full of big brother dick. While he did that, I licked the shaft of my brother's sweet bone--which tasted wonderful--but I ignored the tip. Then I went for his balls, and licked them very lightly.
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 was ready to cum, and I wanted to prolong the blow job. Stopping was the only way, for right now.
Todd obeyed, but not before shivering with anticipated pleasure--pleasure that I had denied him, 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. But this was our first sex.
I was ready to lay the strap or paddle or whatever on his butt, and Todd was supposedly willing to let me lay it on him. That time was coming soon--but I needed to think ahead. Control was the issue--and I didn't know much about that.
From the sites I'd visited, I knew that the other good way to control a boy was to prevent him from cumming--to become the boss of his dick. Problem was, there was no way I was going to spend 24/7 with Todd to make sure didn't jack off when I wasn't there.
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--and some of them didn't even work.
I really wanted cum denial as my other way of training /punishing/disciplining my brother. That way, the spankings wouldn't need to be too brutal, and could be just for fun. Well, as much fun as you can have when someone is smacking your butt with something--which will be a lot of fun once Todd gets the submissive mindset those masters talked about on their sites. My brother already sounded like he was getting into the pain thing, from what I'd seen and heard, 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 or longer. Now that summer break was around the corner, 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. I could feel myself grinning already.
As I was getting my first little-bro blow job, and squeezing his 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 stuff off was to use a special spray solvent that dissolved the tape. It was guaranteed to be a solvent that could not be duplicated.
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 other punishments.
"Stand up, boy," I said to Todd, roughly. "Go get the thickest, widest strap from my closet." I thought about what I would do to my brother, while he went digging in my closet. His stunning, 14-year-old looks and cute little voice were getting to me.
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. Todd was more than surprised--he breathed in fearfully.
"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. 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 bone, 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 a little like spanking myself--that was kind of hot, too, although I didn't know what I'd really think until the time came.
I just needed to be careful not to reveal my 'slave' fantasies to Todd. I had to maintain my master image, and be dominant with him. He had to know I was his permanent boss. Still, I wanted to say at least one nice thing to him.
"Hey, Todd--you look sexy with your arms tied together, and up in the air."
He just looked at me and blushed.
"Too bad some of that white skin is gonna be red, before I'm done with you."
I think Todd's blush deepened at that.
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 at that moment.
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.
'Okay,' I thought to myself, 'I'm putting off spanking Todd because I want some sex--at least some teasing, first.' I put my hands against the wall where he was. I leaned into him. I slid my feet back to lower my height. I imagined we looked like a lopsided letter "A." We were practically nose to nose. As I stared, I could feel my eyes burning into him.
Todd's breathing became heavy--getting nervous, probably. His lips 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 my little brother 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 moaned, 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."
'Wait,' I thought to myself, 'How many times am I going to postpone Todd's spanking for sex?' But I wanted him. It made it even more exciting because he seemed to want me, too.
"Man, I'd kill for that. I'd do anything for you," I said passionately, and quickly licked his shaft. I'd let too much of the cat out of the bag, I thought.
"Oh, yeah . . . oh, yeah!" Todd moaned--more from my licking than my words, I was sure. I was careful to lick just his shaft.
Then it was time to tease him more. I slid my lips over all my brother's slick hot bone, barely touching it. I'm sure Todd felt very little, but what he did feel must have been like torture.
"Oh, God!" Todd said, sounding like he was in great torment.
"Hey little bro--you want your little boner sucked--the whole thing?" Of course, there was nothing little about it.
"Yes, really bad, Pete--really bad."
"Tell me more, bro," I said, prompting him to remember a scene I was sure he'd read in one of the better slave sites.
Of course, my whole body was in conflict--I wanted the sex, but I couldn't wait to take the strap to his ass, and pay him back for what I got--what HE should have got from dad. I wanted to know what my sexy little brother sounded like when he was screaming in pain. I wouldn't damage him, though.
"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, (even though his back was to the wall and I couldn't see my handiwork). His young hardon was pulsing, dripping, and dark red with desire. I grinned with pleasure to flick my tongue at it, over and over. I was sure Todd would have blue-balls by the time I was done.
Finally, I 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.
I loved the feel of his trapped body; that his hands, uncomfortably joined behind him, were pulled upward, and held up with the strap, attached to the nail on the wall. Even if his knees gave out, he would hang there helplessly.
"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 hands 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 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. 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. I didn't care that he'd violated the scene by telling me what to do. I doubted he'd even remember that-- he'd spoken those words at the height of his passion.
I pushed Todd's tight butt away from the wall for a moment, and gave his solid mounds some good, hearty, big-brother smacks.
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.
I knew--it should have been him sucking me, but I was too far into it to care. My body and cock were shaking.
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 quieted.
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 dick-- so, 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, deepest, 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. My brother lunged at me. He pressed his lips against mine. We were having our first kiss. I couldn't believe this.
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 was meant to be, 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 really hit 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 had to strap him NOW, or I never would. I went through a few mental exercises to get myself back to reality. I had to get a grip on myself.
"Pete--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. I wanted to bite his buttcheeks, but I thought that might be too much for our first time. "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.'" I couldn't believe how sexy my 14-year-old brother was with his face to the wall and butt sticking out at me. And with him helpless, I could do anything I wanted.
"Yes, sir," Todd said, as he slid down the wall a bit, pushing his butt out, back toward me. The sight of my brother at that moment was hotter than any picture I'd seen on the net.
"Shit," I said, looking at the strap holding Todd's arms up, "Now I gotta find another strap." I didn't want to break away from this image of him.
"Sir," my brother said bravely, "aren't you gonna use the paddle?" He knew I'd semi-permanently borrowed a paddle from my friend Steve's brother--and I guess he knew enough that a paddle would be less painful than the dreaded strap, especially since he'd had time to read about it in the slave sites.
"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--and I'll be the one givin' it back to ya! It's time your fine, pure, white, little-brother butt tasted the STRAP!" I said, trying not to sound angry.
The full justice would be done only when dad gave Todd the proper taste of his thick, wide strap--which was bigger and heavier than any of the straps I had. At least I'd hoped dad would do that, soon.
"Sir--I'll take it. I'm ready. I practiced."
"We'll see," I said, ignoring his foolish bravery.
I could hear Todd gulp. He turned his head to look at me. The fear in his eyes made my cock jump. Maybe I WAS cut out to do this--to be the master, to control him, after all.
"Face the WALL, boy!"
Todd made some kind of sound--barely audible. I guess he was afraid--afraid that this might be more than he bargained for. Too bad, I thought. His ass is gonna get it good! I suddenly remembered the lock tape, but I thought it could wait until later.
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 as 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.
"AHHHhhhhhhhh! . . . FUCK! Ahhh, shit! God damn!"
God, that scream was beautiful! Finally, this boy-brother was tasting the real thing--what he should have tasted long ago.
"UH! Ahh, God! Pete, OH!"
"SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!"
I had to cut off his verbal assault--I wanted a real BIG scream. I doubled up on the strap. I swung even more fiercely than the first time.
"SSSWWWWWHHHAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!"
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeearrrrrrrrggggghhhhh!"
After a few seconds, I went up close to his bone-hardening, crimson butt. Cruelly, I slapped it sharply, three times, with my hand.
"AHH! AHH! AHH, FUCK! SHIT . . . PETE!"
The poor kid, I thought, but only half-heartedly. I knew I hadn't hit Todd as hard as dad hit me--and I came through dad's spankings, okay. I was enjoying all of my brother's sounds of woe. My dick was, too. Remembering what I'd read, I planned to let him yell for a while, then I'd rub in some stuff, and kiss and make it better. I thought about treating him harsher, but-- damn!--why did he have to be so cute?
The only thing I hadn't planned out was how I was going to fuck him. I'd give that some thought, now--as long as I could keep myself from cumming, in the meantime. Maybe I'd suck his dick some more. That should take some of the pain out of his skinny little 14-year-old butt. And get him ready for his first big-brother entry. Oh, yeah. _____ Please write me at Dom6789@hotmail.com. I'm dying to write the next chapter, but I'd really love your feedback, first. Thanks.
*** Please mention, 'Spanking Story' or I'll be real confused. (My other story is "Hot Younger Brother.") Thanks. --Pete
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