Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2012 13:31:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Nekd Joey Subject: Becoming Tiny pt 3 (m/m/incest/authoritarian) Note: Thanks for the feedback! Please email nekd4x42005@yahoo.com with comments and positive feedback. Thank you! ----------------------------------------------- But still, Adam did not move. Nor did he move as Jerry opened the door, exited and close the door. Fact is, he didn't even hear the door close. All he heard was his younger brothers statement as he walked out: "Good job, Tiny". Becoming Tiny: pt 3 As if an eternity later, Adam opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. The room was full of nothing but the sound of his breathing. His heart was beating in counter rhythm. His head spinning. What, he thought, had just happened? A cold pool of his own slipping sperm was just the trick to snap him out of his stupor. "I gotta get this shit cleaned up", he mumbled to himself. Closing his eyes, Adam's left arm flung itself across the bed and under it. When it came back up, in his grasp was every 16 year old boys friend: the clean up rag. In Adam's case, his hand held the last pair of boy briefs he had kept. The bright blue briefs in his hands were the pair he was wearing under his pajamas when the 13 year old boy had his first nocturnal emission. Since then, they have lived under the bed, leaving every week in the bottom of his laundry basket. Now, however, they were put to quick use along Adam's pale skinny torso, down his sticky groin and around his shriveled little member; sopping up his ejaculate before being shoved back into their hiding space. Continuing on with his steadfast ritual, Adam stood up, cupped his hand over his genitals, turned his head away from the mirror to hide his shame and strode over the dresser by the door. Feeling as if Jerry might barge in, Adam made a quick study of pulling up a pair of red plaid boxers. These were followed by a slower pull on of green stripped cotton pajama bottoms. Carefully tying the strings and ensuring the fly was buttoned, quick order was made to button up the long sleeved top that matched. A quick stop in front of the mirror (which was acceptable when clothed) allowed Adam the ability to smooth out the pajamas and make sure the stripes lined up between the top and bottom. Satisfied with his personal symmetry. He lay on the bed, turned off the light and rolled over. Doing so, he tried to ignore the fervent poking of his once again erect penis against the mattress. At the end of it all, sleep came easy to Adam. Waking found him stranded in bed with the usual affliction of all boys his age: a turgid penis. As he only allowed himself to release on a weekly schedule, he ignored it (one of the often dismissed benefits of a small erection was it's invisibility, he rationalized) and padded downstairs. Once in the kitchen, Adam caught hold of his father, Stephen walking out with coffee. Having non of the hang-ups of his son, Stephen issued a boxer clad "Good morning, sunshine", to his eldest son and paused. "Hey..", replied Adam with a tilt of his head "Heyya! Good morning Tiny!", Adam heard from across the room: Jerry. Great. Perfect. "Shut the fuck up", Adam replied. "Hey now", responded Stephen, "enough with that talk so early Adam" "Well, tell him not to call me that!", was Adam's petulant reply. "What's up with the Tiny?", posed Stephen to Jerry. Or Adam. Or Both. "Oh", answered Jerry, "Tommy and I are thinking of nicknames for our brothers! Since Adam is taller than me and wider, I thought Tiny might suit him! Tommy's brother's is `Whistle" as he farts a lot! Stephen replied with a half giggle, half sigh; "Crazy kids. Don't forget tennis lessons today, by the way". With that, he left. Looking across the room, Adam felt his face turn red as he stared into the face of his brother. His brother, on the other hand, just sat there with one of those smug looks arrogance breeds. "Good morning , Tiny", he repeated. This time, with a smirk. "Whatever", Adam said. "I'm going to shower". Being 16 and irritated, he proceeded to stomp up the stairs. Storming into his room. He huffed. Then he huffed again. Sitting down on his bed, with his head in his hands, he tried to calm himself as best as possible. Slower and slower breaths were effective to a degree. He then was able to stand up and walk with purpose to the bathroom. Adam had always been slightly compulsive about cleanliness (he never understood the disorder in his brother's room), which is why he often showered at least twice in one day. On this morning, he silently slipped his pajama top off, untied the matching bottoms and made short order of folding them on the sink. A quick flick of his hands left his boxers on the floor (to go right into the hamper) as he stepped into the large shower. Seconds later, his head was under warm water getting lost in the peaceful calm of it all. "Fuck, man", Jerry yelled barreling through the door. " I gotta piss bad" "Whatever", Adam replied. The shower curtain was dark and didn't let anyone see in. . He had hidden behind it for years. Today was like every other day. The sound of his brother relieving himself was loud, so Adam became distracted. "See ya later, Tiny", he heard as the door shut. Silence followed. Brief as it was, the interlude was enough to knock adam out of his moment. Throwing open the curtain and reaching for a towel, he was immediately amazed to see his clothes were gone. Nothing. "Fuck", he said. "Fuck fuck Fuck". Without drying, he wrapped the towel around his waist and stormed outside. "Jerry!", he yelled "Where the hell are my clothes?!?!?" All he heard was a giggle from his brothers room. Not wanting to stand in a towel, he ran in his room to get dressed, only to find his drawers opened and empty. His brother had cleaned out his underwear! "Jerryyyyyyyyy", he yelled at the top of his lungs. Taking a deep breath, Adam looked around for something to toss on. In the meantime, Jerry had silently entered the room. "Heyya, Tiny. Looking for something?" "Shut up. I want my clothes back you little ass wipe" Adam said, trying to maintain a sense of cool. With that, Jerry strode strongly over to Adam and answered his elder brother with a quick, hard slap across Adam's face. "Listen, pencil dick, knock it off. Geessh. You think the world is going to end because I know you have a lil pisser? You'll get your shorts back. I mean it's not like you don't have a pair under the bed? Right?". Adam was stunned and turned red. How did Jerry know that? "Now", Jerry went on "It's fine we have a good time right? Isn't that what brothers do? I mean, I'll show you mine and all that? Maybe you can earn them back? Like a good chore boy? You wanna do that? I mean you can always wear the blue pair under that bed..." "What do I need to do?", Adam inquired. "Well to start off with, drop the towel. No room for modesty here. We are going to be getting you off that kick!" As if in surrender, Adam just let the towel slide away. His hands, per usual, went directly into cup mode. "Now, why don't you put those on your head" Adam meekly complied, feeling his eyes start to swell up with what he knew was happening. Jerry went on; "Wow. what have we here? Looks like you went swimming in ice water. Let's see what we have going on". As Adams eyes closed, he felt a small cold metal something hit just above his penis. At the same time, he heard the click of a camera and felt a flash of light warm his groin. "Wow and holy fuck. You gotta see this Tiny. Look! Open your eyes man" Adam did not comply. That is, until he felt his brother's harsh hand across his face again. "You better start listening better Tiny. Now, what does this say", Jerry yelled at him Looking down, Adam saw an open tape measure in Jerry's hand. He slowly read the measurement as marked: "2 and a half inches" "That, Tiny, is the size of your lil wanger man! Did you know that?" "No", Adam truthfully answered. "Yup! Now you do! Okay Tiny, lets work and get that little guy happy and hard" Adam felt the tears well up and out of his eyes; " Please, Jerry, don't make me. Not again. PLEASE" he half cried. Again, Jerry's hand palm his face "When are you going to knock off the `No' man? Now let's see what we have to work with. You seemed okay with it last night. So get on it lil big bro!" With his face still stinging and tears slowly coming down his reddened cheeks, Adam slowly sunk to his knees at the same time his hands went down his torso. Upon reaching his pubic area, he was not at all surprised to feel he was already hard. His fingers fervently went to their work. After all, masturbation was not foriegn to the boy. "That's it. Make it as big as the little guy can get" Jerry encouraged him. "Just remember to say when before you might spurt lil bro!" Knowing what he did, that he was erect and diddling his penis before his brother, it didn't take Adam long to say loudly "NOW" as he felt the rumblings in his tightening sac. Jerry quickly slapped his hand away from his unit. As they automatically went to the top of his head, Adam felt the cold metal of the measuring tape again, along with the warmth of the flash from a camera. "Well, I'll piss holy water. Look at what we got here Tiny!", Jerry giggled proudly. "Go ahead and read that for me, just for fun" Not waiting for Jerry's hand, Adam opened his eyes to see what the tape read. He was aghast. He paused. NO.. it had to be something else His head swimming didn't even see Jerry's palm reach his face. But he felt it's sting and the flush. "How big is you little willy, Tiny?" Jerry ordered. "My little willy is... 4" exactly" Adam answered back, knowing his place. "That's right lil big bro!" Jerry rang in.. "you got yourself a whopper of a 4 inch wiener". As he started laughing and patting his kneeling brother's head, Adam turned 16 shades of red. Not, as one would think, due to the size of his endowment. Not at all. What shamed him the most was, at that exact moment, well, that was when his tiny and turgid penis decided to release its load directly upon his younger brothers foot. Directly....