SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 7 - "Poor, Poor, Todd" _________________________________________________________
Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga
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The brothers are: Pete, 17 and Todd, 14. Pete's friend is: Shawn, 13 (a TALL 13, remember?)
(big shoes, too)
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CHAPTER 7 _________________________________________________________________
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He screamed and screamed and kicked his legs . . . _________________________________________________________________
In my hurry to tie Todd to the bed, I'd almost forgotten I was going to throw some water on him, later--and wanted to keep the bed dry--so I grabbed the plastic sheet, which I then deftly shoved under him at the last minute. I had to sleep there, too, eventually. I had a little trouble with the ropes, and Todd kicked my back a few times while I tied his wrists down.
I took the chastity belt off him and grabbed his balls. I would put the belt back on him, later, when I left him alone. With the ball-squeezer thing on it, the chastity belt was a great baby-sitter, but I wanted it off him so I could have ball access to my little brother. Just then, I got a wild kick to the back.
"One more kick, little brother and I'll squeeze these little round things like THIS--until they're squashed FLAT!" I said, as I gave Todd's balls a good mashing, making sure the tips of my fingers dug into the rubbery flesh, as the site recommended. Todd quickly sucked in a breath and screamed, as his face--which got red immediately--twisted in pain.
"Oh, God, AH! No--please, Pete--AWWRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Judging from his reaction, my one hard squeeze was agony to the poor kid! When Todd settled down from the pain, his legs finally were still.
"What a good boy! You kicked when I squeezed your balls-- which I guess is ok performance for now--but you held nice and still while I tied you, this time. You're learning so fast, Todd. I'm proud of you. That was a good scream, too. Great improvement over the last one," I said, as I finished tying Todd to the bed, and picked up the cane.
"Oh, God, Pete--no, NO!" Todd yelled, knowing what I held in my hand.
"Let's see--where did that site say it was best to start when punishing a really bad boy with a cane?"
"PLEASE, Pete--no! Go EASY on me!"
"Shit! After what you did to me, you're lucky if you come out of this alive--and I'll make sure you do. So, you should be THANKING me!" I said, as I went to my computer to reread what the site had said.
"Oh, please, please . . . ." Todd said, his voice trailing off, crying in mounting despair. At least he was showing he knew I meant business.
"Oh, here it is. For maximum pain when correcting an errant boy, before caning, lay him on his stomach, then cane him, starting about 6 inches above the ankles, and work your way up to the mid back, slowly. Wait between strokes--don't rush them. If a cane is not available, a tawse may be used. Click to see how to make a tawse by combining several leather belts and cutting little strips, called tails, at one end."
"Oh, GOD!" Todd squeaked like a 6 year old boy.
"Oh, little baby brother! Wow! That sounds like FEAR in your voice. That's so good. They say that fear can help you to experience less pain. But don't worry--I'll hit extra hard, so that nasty fear thing won't spoil your fun."
"Ah! What's that?" Todd shouted in surprise, as the cold water hit his skin.
"Oh, don't be concerned, little Todd. That's just water. You read all these sites, too. Don't you remember? The water makes the pain worse." I dabbed the cold water all over his back, butt, and the backs of his legs. I raised my arm as high as it would go. I began to concentrate so I could bring the cane down to his skin at maximum speed and force.
"WHIPP!" "WHIPP!" I hit him full force with the cane once on each leg, just above the ankles.
"Whaaarrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh!! YAAHHRRRRRRGHHHHH!!" Todd screamed, trying his best to kick his legs, despite the ropes.
"Hmmmm, maybe I hit too low. I'll try a little higher."
Each time I hit higher, Todd's screams got louder, and his legs tried to kick harder. When I got to his inner thighs, his screams hurt my ears.
He screamed and screamed and kicked his legs, but I just kept hitting.
"Oh, come on, boy! Save your loudest scream for the god part! I didn't get to hit the fold between your legs and your butt, yet. They say that's where it hurts the most, if you do it right."
Todd kept screaming. His distorted, dark red face was beginning to look good to me.
"Now I'll show you, Todd: I can control how loud you scream," I said, as I digressed, and hit just above the fold behind the knee.
"WHIPP! WHIPP!!
As I'd predicted, he screamed louder. Of course, when I hit the fold at the top of the thigh, that caused his loudest scream yet, and my little brother was hitting some really grand high notes. It was good finally to see tears running down his little red cheeks.
"Gee, Todd--I didn't know you could sing so well. Oh, I almost forgot the wooden spoon for your balls---can't leave your little nuts out of the fun!"
"God, no! PLEASE, Pete!!"
"SMACK! SMACKKK! SPLATT! SMMAACCCKKKK!!"
"NAWWWWW! NOOOOooooooooooooooo! OWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Hitting him in the balls seemed to make him the most animated and agitated. I wanted to continue, but the target kept moving around. I finally remembered to use one of those thin leather straps, and tied one to his little nut sack, then pulled it tight while I beat his balls with the wooden spoon.
That worked really well, and I was amazed at the beautiful, pitiful screams the poor boy let out. His fists tried to match his legs in pounding on the bed. Todd was magnificently rhythmic about it all.
I wasn't ready to cane his back, but I was anxious to cane his little butt. I was careful to start at less than full strength and build the force up slowly, like the site had said.
Todd's screams weren't quite as loud as some of the earlier highlights, but the steady, harsh caning eventually got his voice up to full blast. His legs and fists went about their rhythmic pounding again. The side of his face contrasted brilliant red against the white of his pillow. I spoke when his screaming settled down.
"Well, I guess it's time for a break, little slave! Mostly a break for me--but I wouldn't want you to die, on me, so I guess it's for you, too.
"Oh, God, please!" Todd said, panting heavily, "My nuts!"
I promise I won't forget--you'll get more ball beating later. But for now, I bought something special for you," I said.
Todd turned and twisted to see what it was but he could not get the right viewing angle.
"It's just a little something to soothe those nasty marks from the cane," I said, spreading the slick stuff on the backs of his legs, from ankles to butt.
"What is it," Todd asked, trembling.
"Ben-Gay. Don't worry, Todd--they say it's real good for pain," I said, finishing up with his butt so I could get the right parts of him covered with the stuff, quickly. Of course, Todd knew nothing about Ben-Gay. I doubted if he'd even heard of it. I put a nice-sized dab on his balls, too.
I slipped the chastity belt back on him--making sure his tight nuts fit correctly into the ball squeezing mechanism--and left the room, closing the door. I was sure the Ben-Gay only needed a few more seconds to start kicking in, and little brother Todd would get his first surprise.
I heard his first screams of agony as I was washing my hands. It was really cool hearing his voice get stronger as the Ben-Gay, applied at different times, took effect in stages. I decided to wash my hands twice, just to make sure I had it all off my skin. I was going ask Shawn to come over, and I didn't want to get any on him.
Then, I heard the fiercest, loudest scream, ever. I guess that's when the Ben-Gay on his balls kicked in.
I wondered if I could make him improve on that scream, and I decided to challenge myself. I stood outside the bedroom door and aimed the remote, then turned up the ball-pressure. Sure enough, I heard a little-brother scream so gruesome it made my skin crawl. I was happy. I turned the pressure off, for a minute.
After Todd's screaming slowed considerably, I turned his ball pressure up to "MISERABLE," which was the setting he'd kept me on, for hours at a time. Instead of his former screams, he let out just an audible moan, punctuated by an occasional, 'Aw!' or 'Shit!'
I waited a few seconds, then turned Todd's ball pressure up one notch ABOVE miserable--a pain level just about unbearable, but nothing like the barbaric torture of the higher settings.
Immediately, Todd began to scream again and knew what I had done to him.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! God! God! You FUCKER!" Todd yelled, "Ohhhhhhhhh SHHHITTTTT! Turn that DOWN!"
I thought silence on my part would be the best way to rub it in. After all, Todd doesn't really KNOW I turned it up. I wanted him to think--to worry--that maybe the pain was getting worse by itself; for him to have some doubt that I had done anything. With me being totally quiet, Todd had no way of knowing if I was even close by.
I went downstairs without making a sound. I needed time anyway, to plan out what to do to Todd, but I was more interested in getting Shawn over here so I could finally CUM! As I thought about that, my cock and balls all throbbed at once--which told me I was making the right choice.
Before phoning Shawn from the kitchen, I put on a slight dab of cologne--an expensive kind I'd bought just for Shawn; one that had been advertised on the net as containing pheromones guaranteed to be a sexual turn-on to boys and young men. I got hard, smelling it, so I figured it would work on Shawn, too.
I just told Shawn to come here to the house. I reminded him to bring the lube, but he said he already had it in his pocket.
"That's good, Shawn--that's very good," I said in my best master's voice.
Shawn's reaction was a muffled, shy-sounding giggle. I could picture him blushing on the other end of the line. I wanted to bite his ass and shove my dick into it, right then.
"Remember I haven't cum all day, so get your little butt over here," I said, pushing the master bit. There was a smile in my voice that I was sure blended with the roughness in it--enough to tell him I had feelings about him, and wasn't just going to use him.
"Ohhh!" Shawn gasped in surprise, choosing to hear more roughness than smile, I supposed. "I can imagine what you'll do to my butt. And I'll pedal as fast as I can," the kid said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, well, don't slip on the gravel," I said. "It's pretty bad since everything dried out." That was as close as I dared let myself sound like my father--when he'd be all worried and say stuff like, 'Be careful, son.' I always knew he loved, me, though.
To make sure Todd would have no clue as to Shawn's arrival, I stood waiting at the door, so Shawn wouldn't knock or ring the bell. I ran to the laundry room and got a new pair of underwear.
I got naked and grabbed some hot-looking, flesh-colored bikini briefs, went back upstairs and waited for Shawn by the front door.
My dick was so hard, it wouldn't stay in the damn briefs, so I ran back down to the laundry room and got a clean pair of shorts to wear. I guessed that was better, anyway. It would be fun, taking off the shorts, then Shawn would suddenly see my hardon spilling out of my briefs--as if my cock was so big that my underwear couldn't hold it all.
I think I was breaking the record for seventeen-year-olds for the longest time a male stayed hard without cumming. I had just thought that when I spotted Shawn's bike coming up the street. I opened the front door and put my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. When he got close to the door, I whispered.
"Shhh. Bring your bike in the house."
Wide-eyed and cute as ever, Shawn grinned energetically and lifted his bike over the threshold and into the room. It was interesting that Shawn was dressed totally in white--a flattering t-shirt, and snug white shorts that showed his dick so well, I could have measured it with his clothes on.
"You look nice," I said--not as reservedly as I had wanted to, but the blush and grin on Shawn's face were very sexy.
"Hi," Shawn said, all breathy and nervous.
"Well--do I have to tear your clothes off you, or are you gonna get naked?" I said.
"Oh, yes--sorry," Shawn said, as if he thought it was perfectly natural for me to expect him to already KNOW to get naked right away for me.
It was just like they said on all the boy/man, master/slave sites. If you even halfway force a boy to undress in front of you, he'll blush and you'll be really turned on. It was very sexy watching him strip down, right in my living room--and him watching me while he did it.
I decided to try a new thing with Shawn. I stared at his eyes as hard as I could. Sure enough, a few seconds later, his eyes caught mine, and he stopped what he was doing.
"What?" he said, red-faced and blushing--obviously wondering what was up.
I lowered my eyes and looked at a spot on the floor directly in front of my feet, then directed my gaze back at Shawn.
It was like magic--Shawn walked toward me, his expression calmed, his lips parted sensuously, his eyes fixed on mine, and he stood right where I had looked on the floor.
When he got very close, I closed my eyes to see what he'd do, and he did just what I wanted--kissed me. It was like I had forced him to read my mind--which sounds really weird to me now, but it made sense at the time.
I grabbed him, kissing him back and forcing my tongue into his hot mouth.
"Rmmmphhh, mmmmmmmmm!" he moaned. My hands went to his back and pulled him tightly toward me.
"I want you," we both said at once.
Without prompting, Shawn removed the rest of his clothing, then, looking at me, he blushed.
"Nice," I said, feeling the throb in my whole body. Then I motioned toward the basement, "Come on. Take your clothes."
In the basement, we stood next to the sofa. I reached my hand down just under his balls, rubbed the skin at the very bottom, barely touching it. "Ohhhh," he moaned, as I stared at his dick.
"Man, you do a hell of a hardon--you know that?" Shawn's dick looked like a dark red little pole that had started to drip with water. I knelt and lapped at the bottom of his sack with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh, God!" he moaned.
Then I took my hand and slapped his nuts.
"OWWWWWW!"
I leaned back to see him better while he caught his breath, recovering from the shock of pain. "Looks like lots of precum now," I said, touching his slick, flowing, clear stream at the last minute--lapping it up just before it would have rolled to his balls and dripped to the floor.
"OH!"
I sat on the couch just to see what Shawn would do.
He looked at me, smiled, and put himself face down, over my lap. He settled in comfortably, with his bone poking my thigh, and his pubes pressing down on my cock.
I put my legs more tightly together to give his dick more of a squeeze. He seemed to like that. Then I sat motionless and totally quiet. A few minutes passed while I admired Shawn's beautifully-shaped butt, back and shoulders.
"Well," he said timidly, "um, did you want to finish?"
"Finish?" I was leading him on.
"Yes--finish what got interrupted today."
"Interrupted?" I said. Then I heard him exhale sharply.
"Yes--the spanking."
"Oh, THAT!" I said, "Glad you remembered," I said.
"Unless you'd rather f--"
"No, this is fine."
"SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK."
I gave Shawn five very hard smacks on each cheek with my hand. He seemed to like it. At least his dick throbbed the whole while.
"You could . . . do it harder . . . if you wanna."
"Nah," I said, "any harder and I'd hurt my hand. You just have a strong butt, sexy!
"Pete--you think I'm sexy?"
"Stand up," I said softly.
I stood with him--our bodies face-to-face, almost touching
I stared into him, and began to run my hands slowly and very softly down his shoulders. Then I slid, feather-like, up and down his arms, back, finally his ribs, hips, and smooth upper legs--and Shawn felt the pulse of my cock strengthen and quicken against his body as my hands explored him.
It was obvious--he knew I was getting more aroused because of his body. The reason for his tears wasn't so obvious.
"Oh, God!" he cried, "To you, I really AM sexy."
"Not just TO ME, Shawn--you ARE. You just are."
A little smile came to his face. "I don't think of myself that way . . . . YOU'RE the one who's sexy."
I just stared at him with a neutral smile on my face. Shawn took his cues from my eyes. He lay on the couch now, on his back, lifting his legs timidly but expectantly.
"Where's the lube you brought?" I asked softly.
"I'll get it," Shawn said.
"No! I'm gonna do it," I said, kneeling and kissing him on the lips. I grabbed his shorts and found the little KY tube in the pocket. "Good choice, Shawn."
"Oh, God!" he cried.
"You're scared," I said, as if I'd discovered some secret.
"Yes."
"Shawn--it's your first time, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"That's ok, I'm kind of in the same boat," I said, getting more comfortable revealing myself to him, and letting his legs down gently, "I never fucked anyone before." I thought Shawn would be shocked, but he just had the same cute face, the same beautiful wide eyed look, and seemed to just take in everything I said or did, without question.
"Don't you want to . . . fuck me anymore?"
"Sure I do! It's just that . . . "
"You CARE, don't you?"
"What? Well--"
"It bothered you that it was my first time--you were afraid it might be too much for me, right?" Shawn said tenderly, looking at my cock, which was not getting any softer.
I wanted to answer him, but I was in total conflict.
"You wanna hurt me, but only if I want it, too. You really don't wanna be mean to me, do you?"
"Yeah," I said, stunned. "How'd you figure that out?"
"I didn't figure anything out," Shawn said, close to tears again. It was strange, the way his emotions made him that much cuter, more huggable. "I just let myself start out thinking you loved me. The rest was easy."
"I do. I mean--I love you."
With the look on Shawn's face, he didn't have to say it back. Besides, I think he was in shock and couldn't talk, hearing me say it. Whatever he was feeling, he'd gone limp, and I carried him into the spare room.
He seemed to perk up a little, then. His eyes alert, watching me, approving, hoping, pleading. The silence was sexy, especially with Shawn's expressive face telling me so much.
I took his pleading look to mean he finally felt ready for me to make love to him, to fuck him. Somehow, he trusted me now-- more than he had five minutes ago. Tenderly I lubricated him and myself, lifted his ankles, and pressed my chest into his upturned legs.
Gently, I guided my cock into place and pushed just enough to make a dent in the target--his warm, soft hole. I didn't know what to call it--his boyhole? his lovehole? But it hit me that I was going to make it mine, now. I pulled back to look, and God! it looked impossibly small.
I wanted to take a gentle, soft approach, and not hurt him, but the little sexy squeaks and angelic looks of his were distracting me and not helping matters. If anything, they made me want to abandon any reserve, and just plow into the kid.
But I didn't. I just leaned more forward, gradually letting the head of my cock stretch his virgin hole--and it felt so hot and tight on the skin of my dick. I kept watching his face, and didn't see anything bad there, so I pushed a little more.
Shawn gently shook his head.
"What--I'm hurting you?"
He shook his head again. "Just shove it hard," Shawn said wistfully. It was obvious Shawn was in some kind of dream state.
"That'll hurt," I said.
"I'll take that chance."
"No! I'm in charge," I said decisively, pinning his arms to the mattress, "and I'll hurt you when I want to hurt you, and now is not one of those times."
"Uhhh . . . " Shawn moaned. He seemed confused, but happy.
I had my body stretched out over him because I had my hands on his wrists and my cock in his butt. It was a strain, but the things that I was starting to feel in my dick were definitely worth it. I sunk down into him a little more.
Damn--it really was tempting to shove in, now. But no way was I going to take Shawn's virginity while giving him pain.
"Ahh!" I said, after the tip of my cock finally broke through, and I felt impossibly good feelings--and it became more impossible to hold back and not slide right in.
I brought my hands closer to me, sliding them on the bed, and taking his wrists with me. This made it easier and gave me more control over my movements and depth of penetration.
What a feeling of power! My pole--huge in comparison to his tiny hole--going into his body, filling him up, while making him helpless to prevent it, despite the fact he wanted it. I must have precum a lot at that point, because I started to slide into him easier and faster.
"Ummmmmm!" I groaned as I felt my cock hit bottom. Now I knew I was really ready to move--to pull back and pump him. To pump in and out of him with all the speed and strength I had. My dick needed it--demanded it--and I geared my body up for the task.
"Oh, God, yes! Stay that way!" Shawn shouted.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No."
"Oh, fuck!"
"Ok, Pete, then--do what you have to."
I did the only thing I knew to do--pump my cock in and out of him, until it seemed like a year's worth of cum shot out of me.
"Oh God!" Shawn screamed, in his thinner, higher voice.
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