The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in sexual situations. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
I am not acknowledging e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you enjoy. LJB
When Danny Decided
Chapter 2
As I mentioned, Danny had a corner of the basement in which he had some weight lifting equipment. He also had two really good friends, Ron and Keith. The three of them had known each other since grade two and had hung out together since then. Ron and Keith were both athletes. They both played football and were highly regarded by their coach and team mates. They were both Danny's age and muscled like him, but not quite so big. Although they were both attractive looking, they did not quite measure up to Danny.
About once a month, one of these friends would stay (to be read as `baby-sat') with us while Danny went out for the evening. Occasionally, he was even gone overnight. Three or four times a year they would all go away together for a long weekend. Every Tuesday night from 7:p.m. until 10:p.m., since they were all 15, they used the weight room. Ricky and I were not allowed to disturb them and we were not allowed in the basement during these sessions. They were often noisy and we could regularly hear them moaning and groaning as they went through their exercise routines. One winter, they rebuilt the gym so it became a full room downstairs and insulated it so there was not any further noise when they exercised. Ricky and I were allowed to workout with Danny's supervision any other time then Tuesday nights.
Ron or Keith also came over other nights when Danny was home. They would go up to Danny's room for an hour or two. One such night when Keith was visiting I had been working on my homework in my room and had a math problem I didn't understand. I took my book and went to Danny's room. Opening the door, I stopped abruptly and stared at an unexpected sight. Danny was sitting on his bed wearing a pair of leather shorts, leather boots and a biker's cap, all black. His back was leaning against the headboard of the bed and his legs were extended out on the bed. He was reading aloud from a book. This was not unexpected. The surprise was Keith. He was kneeling by the side of the bed, naked. As I entered, Keith started to get up.
Danny looked directly at him and said in a firm, directive voice, "Stay". Keith froze and remained exactly where he was. Danny then looked at me and asked, "Are you not supposed to knock before you enter a room where the door is closed?"
I hung my head and replied, "Sorry, Danny. I wasn't thinking."
"The apology should go to Keith." Danny responded.
"I'm sorry, Keith. I'll try to be more considerate." I said. Keith just nodded his head without moving or looking at me. I stepped outside, closing the door and knocked.
"Come in." Danny's voice responded. I opened the door and everything was exactly as it had been when I first entered. Keith remained in the same position. "What's the problem?" Danny queried.
I told him about my math troubles and he told me he was reading an article and Keith would help me with it. I looked to Keith and noticed two things. His rear end was bright red and he had a tattoo about one inch square of a dove on the left side of his butt just below the level of his left hip. The tattoo was exactly like the one Danny had on the webbing between his right thumb and index finger. Keith hesitated until Danny looked directly at him. I thought I saw that flash in Danny's eye I had seen on one previous occasion. Keith got up and moved to the desk where he seated himself.
"Show me the problem." he said to me. As I moved around beside him, I noticed Keith had an erection. It flashed through my mind it didn't look as big as Danny's. It was about 7" long and the head was almost purple in colour and oozing clear liquid from the slit. The shaft was very red and seemed to throb like the beat of his heart. Focusing on Keith, I showed him my book and listened as he explained to me how I should identify the proper amounts to solve the word problem. I thanked him and headed back to my room.
As I closed the door, I heard Danny say to Keith, "Back on your knees, we will start over."
I thought about what had happened when I returned to my room. Keith being nude had not surprised me. Danny had never been shy about us being around when he was naked and we would often be in and out of the bathroom when he was showering or shaving. He even sometimes would have a hard-on or at least be somewhat stiff. Because of this, we were not in the least self conscious about our bodies when other males were present. It was no big deal What was strange to me was him being on his knees by the side of the bed. I couldn't think of what he had been looking for under the bed or how he was going to start again. I also wondered if he had gotten a spanking because his bum had been really red. Oh well, I would ask Danny if I though of it again. A few days later I was in the basement with Danny while he was doing his exercise routine.
"Danny, does Keith get spanked?" I asked. Danny stopped what he was doing and looked at me.
"Why do you ask?" he replied.
"The other night his butt was red, like mine was after I got spanked. I wondered why his Daddy would spank someone as old as him." I answered.
"People get spanked for different reasons, not just because they do something particularly wrong. When you're younger, that's usually the reason. When you're older, it can be because of something else. Sometimes older people need to get spanked just so they feel someone cares about them." Danny explained.
"Does Keith need to feel cared about?" I asked.
"Everyone needs to feel cared about, don't you think?" he returned.
"Yeah, I guess so, but Keith should know we all care about him." I said.
"I'll be certain to tell him, but sometimes he just has to make sure." Danny replied. From then on, I made sure Keith got a hug regularly so he was certain I cared about him. He always gave me one back.
Ron was a little different kind of person He never looked anyone directly in the eyes. He kept his head down and looked at the ground a lot. I once asked him if he found lots of money on the ground that way. I liked Ron and he was always nice to me. Sometimes older boys will get on younger boy's cases all the time, but Danny's friends were not like that. They were always nice to Ricky, David and me and even would stop and listen to what we had to say. Ron always seemed to go along with anything we suggested when we were trying to decide about going somewhere or doing something. It was actually surprising that boys/men their age never said anything negative about Danny having his little brothers tagging along. I think because of that Ricky, David and I were always glad to see either of them.
Ricky was into sexual activities quite a while before David and me. He had a group of friends his own age he hung with a lot of the time. A couple of them were closer to him than the others and they would spend nights at each others houses pretty often. Because of our brother, Ricky always knew a lot more about sex than his friends and when he was younger, usually took the lead in initiating acts and experiences. This would eventually help David and me because Ricky would tell us about various things during our discussions and we would gain a better understanding about the practical side of things. It really seems strange to me when I hear about brothers, who grew up together and never knew what the other one was doing or experiencing. Anyway, David and I were playing with each other from the time our little penises could get hard. We experienced our first erections together, our first deep kiss, our first attempts at masturbation, our first dry climaxes, performed our first fellatio and David's first ejaculation. Again, because of Danny's teachings we understood each of these things as they occurred and did not suffer what I understand to be for many young males, standard traumas and uncertainties.
When I was 12, I went and put my ass on the line again. Twelve must be an age to be stupid. I still don't know how he found out, but I shoplifted some small items from the Wal-Mart Store. All my friends were doing it. You don't really think Danny was going to buy that excuse do you?
I should have clued in how much trouble I was in when the question was asked, "Where's the stuff you took from Wal-Mart?" At 12 it seems the denial side of the brain is primary and the save your ass side is suppressed.
As soon as I said, "I didn't take any stuff.", I saw that rare flash in my brother's eyes and that cold stare which could cut through me in an instant.
"You have a choice to make." that frigid, cutting voice, which I hardly recognized, said to me, "You can play this to the hilt or you can make it easier on yourself. The choice is yours.". It felt like someone was sitting on my chest. My breath got short, I started to sweat, I folded. There was no hesitation. It was no contest. I couldn't look at him, but I knew he was looking right through me.
With my brother glued to me like a second shadow, we made a trip to the Wal-Mart Store where I confessed all to the store manager. Danny made an arrangement with the manager. I had to pay for the items from my savings and I would spend the next four Saturday mornings with a garbage bag picking up trash, cigarette butts, paper and anything which did not belong in their parking lot. I was also barred from entering the store without an adult for the next year. It was a long time later I found out Danny was friends with the store manager and normally the police would have been called for a shoplifter. This was the easy part. The next part was going home with my brother. We drove in silence. Danny did not speak and I was afraid to say anything to this person with the cutting eyes and cold voice. I had again caused myself to be cut off from the one person I was safe with and I knew loved me.
When we entered the house he spoke. "You know the routine. Into your pajamas and stand in the corner in your room. I will be up when I'm ready. Now, go." It momentarily occurred to me I should say something about being too old to be spanked, but one look at Danny's face brought me back to reality.
I stood in the corner for about an hour before I heard the door of my bedroom open and close. During the time I stood there, I marveled at how I could have possibly been so foolish as to allow myself to get into this situation, again. I knew I had no one to blame but myself and now I had compounded the original sin by trying to tell Danny a lie. I berated myself and accepted I deserved whatever I received. As I thought about Danny spanking me my penis became erect, a side effect of my nervousness I guessed.
At age 12, I had changed quite a bit since I was last in this corner. My body had grown in many ways. I was taller and filling out with some identifiable muscle as my baby fat slowly disappeared. My penis and testicles had grown and I now could raise 4" of solid erection. I had also gained a sparse growth of pubic hair which like my brothers' was a dark brown in colour. It occurred to me my growth had now provided two larger cheeks to be whacked and therefore more surface to hurt. It also occurred to me what I had thought of previously as big, nineteen year old hands on my brother were now larger, twenty-one year old hands. This was looking worse all the time.
I heard those most dreaded words, "Come here." As I turned to face Danny, I was surprised to see him dressed in his black leather shorts, and bikers cap. He also had on black leather boots. I made a mental note to query this at some more appropriate time. I walked over to him.
"Strip" he commanded. I felt a tremor run down my spine as I complied with his instruction as quickly as possible. "This can go easy or it can go hard. It's up to you." he said. I could still feel the chill in his voice and his eyes were severe as they drilled into my head. "I will give you the opportunity to take your punishment like a man. If you can not do so, then I will administer it as I would to a boy. Either way, you will be punished."
I thought about what he said and wasn't totally sure I understood what it meant, but decided immediately I would accept the first option, if possible. "Lay over my lap." he instructed. I lay over both thighs and noted there was no leg or arm holds applied by him as there had been on the previous occasion. His left hand rested in the middle of my back, but was not holding me in place. That task was being left to me. I reached under the chair on which Danny sat and grasped the legs of it with my hands. "We will begin." he announced.
The first smack was a stinging blow to my right flank. I suppressed the urge to scream and ended up keeping my mouth closed and producing a muffled bellow. Tears began to roll from my eyes, but I was determined I was not going to cry. The second blow caught me with the same amount of force as it landed on the left cheek. Again I suppressed the urge to screech and the same muffled cry escaped my lips. "I can't do it Danny, I'm going to cry." I yelled out. The third slap returned to the right side and my sob burst through as I began to seriously cry. The fourth crack was to the left flank and it burned with the same intensity which the others had.
My brain automatically informed me I was half way through and I just might be able to get to the end of this. I waited expectantly, but the fifth slap didn't land. Instead, Danny stood me up. I could feel my flanks quiver as I stood before my brother. As I gained control of my breathing and stopped crying. Between sobs, I ventured a question.
"Why only four? I expected eight like Ricky got when he was my age." Danny took me into his arms and cuddled me while my sobbing subsided.
"Ricky was not able to be a man and ended up being spanked as a boy." he stated quietly. As he held me I gained control of my sobbing. I stood back and looked into his eyes.
"I am truly sorry for what I did, Danny. I will really try hard to never lie to you again." I told him with all true sincerity.
"I would appreciate your not placing me in the position of having to punish you like this for these things again. You know I love you and it hurts me deeply to have to do this." he said.
It was at this point I realized my crotch was wet. I felt my pubes and found some clear, sticky substance was smeared on me. I looked at Danny's lap and saw some of it on his legs, near the knee.
He said, "It's all right. You seem to have had an ejaculation. It happens often during a spanking. It's one of the reasons to wear leather shorts." I knew what cum was as David was now producing it and I felt rather pleased I had finally been able to produce for the first time. Danny told me I did not have to go to bed, I could stay up, but suggested I wear shorts that were light and loose with no underwear for the rest of the day to reduce the aftermath of my punishment.
The first time I was spanked, David was just plain scared and continued to make extra sure he did not do anything to place himself in jeopardy. Two years later, after this spanking, David was now totally curious about what happened, how I felt, every detail I could remember. As usual, I told him everything. We always shared everything we knew. About a week later we were laying on the beds in our room.
David asked, "Do you think Danny would spank me?"
"If you deserved or needed it." I replied without any hesitation. "You're no different than Ricky or me." He was quiet for quite a while and I could tell he was thinking very hard about something.
"I think I want to get spanked and I want Danny to do it." he surprised me with.
"Why?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing. "Why would you want to go through that? Believe me brother, it hurts. It's not a game which ends when you think you've had enough. You get smacked until Danny decides you've had enough."
"I know and I think that may be a part of it." he answered. "I have always been included with your family, but I have also always known I do not really belong. You and Ricky both have gone too far and have been punished for it. We know Danny punished you because he loves you and had to reestablish a limit for you because you couldn't proceed the way you were going. I have always been too afraid to push that far because I knew there was an alternative in my case. I could have just as easily been sent home and not allowed back. I could not risk being put out of `my family'."
"I don't believe that would ever happen." I told him.
"You may be right" he replied, "but I could never risk it. It would be too much for me to handle. So now the question is how should I go about doing this? What kind of trouble should I get into that will get me more included and not excluded?"
"I am going to make a suggestion to you David." I interjected. "Think about this very carefully. I believe you trust Danny as much as I do. If you didn't, you wouldn't be so ready to put your butt on the line. None of us has ever gotten anywhere trying to go around Danny about anything. He always seems to know what is going on. Maybe, your best approach would be to talk to him, just like we have been talking, and see what he says. I have some feelings that you are not the first person who needed his help to feel more accepted."
"I don't know." David answered after a few minutes of thought. "I would be awfully embarrassed and totally rejected if he refused to help me."
"I have never known Danny to refuse us anything reasonable and neither have you" I replied. "Besides, ` in bare assed' seems to be your intended goal." I added trying to lighten his mood with a very old, very terrible pun. After giving me a dirty glare he smiled and chuckled and agreed talking to Danny was a good idea.
About three days later I asked David if he had talked to Danny yet. He said, "Yes" he had. When I pressed him for details he told me Danny was very understanding and had said they would talk about it a couple more times and then they would together make a decision about what was to be done. Two weeks later, I came home to find Danny sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee.
He told me, "When you go upstairs, David will be in his bed resting. He's had a hard day, so don't disturb him." I went up to my room to change out of my school clothes and sure enough David was in bed with his sheet pulled over him and laying on his side with his back to me.
"Are you okay?" I whispered in a low voice. There was no response so I decided he was napping. As I reached the door to leave, I heard a soft sob, like the aftermath of heavy crying. I turned around and went over to David's bed. After standing there for a few moments, I reached down and lifted up the hem of his sheet, looking underneath. David was naked. His buttocks were a deep, heated, red colour. I asked again, "Are you okay?" He turned his head and I saw the stains from the tears which had run down his cheeks.
"Yes, I'm fine." his wavering voice responded quietly. "You were right. It hurt. But, I feel so much better. Danny does love me and I do belong to this family, but I can't be his."
Startled, I asked, "What do you mean?"
After a pause, he responded, "I can't tell you."
WHAT! He can't tell me, He can't tell me. What did that mean? We tell each other everything. I told him all about what happened when I got spanked and now HE CAN'T TELL ME. I was ready to yell at him, but recalled Danny's caution to not disturb him. I allowed the sheet to fall back over him and abruptly turned and left the room, closing the door a little more firmly than what might have been necessary.
I stomped my way down the stairs and through the kitchen, headed outside. Danny was still sitting at the kitchen table. His eyes followed me from the time I entered the room and traveling all the way across it. Just before I hit the kitchen exit I stopped and turned, fixing Danny in my sights.
"He can't tell me." I stated a little louder then I had intended.
"What?" was his simple response.
"Why he can't be yours?" I said back, this time with a lot more control. Danny broke our stare, he paused for a moment, rose while picking up his coffee cup, and looked back at me.
"Because he's yours." he said flatly. I was stunned. I didn't know what to make of this.
"I don't know what you mean." I replied, raising my voice again in frustration.
"You will, in time." was his answer as he turned and walked out of the kitchen. I knew the conversation had come to an end. I had a great deal of thinking to do, but for now there just was nothing further I was going to be told.
***************************************************** I have two other postings on Nifty that may be of interest to you. They have much different themes than this short series. "Loving Tyler's Dad" is a short story listed in gay/college. (Aug. 6/2001) "To Fulfill a Prophesy" is a 56 part series listed in gay/beginnings. *****************************************************