Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2006 13:11:43 -0600
From: Mini Tower <mini-tower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy Goes Down and Rises Up, Chapter 1

JIMMY GOES DOWN AND RISES UP

by Mini Tower

FOREWORD

      This story is fiction.  This story is copyright 2006.  This story
contains graphic sexual material, including depictions of non-consensual
homosexual sex.  I have separated this story into chapters for ease of
reading.  I will post chapters over time to build suspense (there are
fourteen chapters in total for anyone who wants to wait until all chapters
have been posted).  If you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to
read this material in your local jurisdiction, please go elsewhere.  This
story incorporates concepts that I have read in other stories.  I am
grateful to and thank all the great authors that have inspired me to write
this story.  Any problems with this story, however, are entirely my fault.
I have published this story to share my work with others for entertainment
purposes.  I strongly encourage any comments - positive or negative.
Although short comments are appreciated, the more detail the better.  Send
all comments to mini- tower@hotmail.com.

CHAPTER 1

      I had the best life - until my parents died two week before my
sixteenth birthday.  I am sure that it is natural for people to think that
of course my parents' deaths would be an unhappy time.  But that type of
downturn in my life is not what I am talking about.  As hard as it was to
deal with their deaths, I was completely unprepared to deal with the rest
of what was about to happen to me.

      My father's best friend from college and business colleague, Robert
Worthington, came out for the funeral.  I had only met him once before many
years prior because he lived in California while we were in New York.  My
father traveled to California regularly, but I never went with him.  After
the funeral ended, Robert told me that I would be moving to California with
him.  I had no brothers or sisters, and my parents were both only children.
My grandparents were dead, and we did not keep in touch with any of my
distant relatives.  So only hours after burying my parents, I found out
that they had left me in the care of someone I considered a stranger.
Robert told me to call him "Bob."  I had no idea what to say I was in such
a state of shock.

      We flew to his house in Beverly Hills the next day.  I was used to
living in a penthouse condominium on Park Avenue, and now I was moving to
as estate in Beverly Hills.  They were both incredibly beautiful and
expensive homes, but it was quite an adjustment.  The bigger adjustments, I
was about to find out, were yet to come.

      Bob showed me to my room in what he called the "children's wing."
Bob almost never went into this part of the house during the entire time we
lived there together.  My belongings had already been shipped by Bob and
set up by the household staff.  I got under the covers in my new bed and
fell asleep.  At this point, anyone hearing this story would wonder - "What
is so shocking?  Losing parents is awful, but this story promised horrific
treatment and everything seems as nice as possible under the
circumstances."  Well, up until that point, that was what I was thinking as
well.  Then I got up from my nap, and my world changed again.

      I was awoken by the sound of two boys.  It turned out the older one
was Robert, Jr., generally called Bobby, and the younger one was William,
almost always called Billy.  Bobby was fourteen and about to enter high
school at the end of the summer.  Billy was exactly one year younger
(sometimes called "Irish Twins" but the Worthingtons would not have liked
people to think they were Irish, as most people of English ancestry
probably would feel).  They were very different that I was.

      I was only five feet, three inches tall (shortest in my class) and
had only begun puberty a few months prior (the last in my class).  I was
fairly skinning and not very athletic, although some of the girls seemed to
think I was cute.  I was too shy to ask any of them out on a date,
especially since I was worried if things got serious she might find out how
undeveloped I was in the parts that I thought mattered most.  I had fine
blond hair, deep blue eyes and a fair complexion.  All my friends called me
Jimmy, but my actual name was James Hastings.

      Bobby was about five feet, eight inches and very muscular for someone
his age.  He was a natural athlete and bully, and he always carried himself
with an air of superiority (similar to his father).  Billy was about my
height, maybe a little taller, and had a similar build to his brother.
Billy also idolized his brother and would do almost anything Bobby told him
to do.  Bobby was not always that nice to Billy, but if someone else tried
to treat Billy with any level of disrespect, Bobby would defend his brother
to the death.  That trait was perhaps the only positive character trait
that Robert Worthington, Jr. possessed.  Bobby and Billy looked similar
with dark brown hair, brown eyes and dark features.  They were both
attractive and athletic boys, although Billy was cuter with more boyish
features while Bobby was more ruggedly handsome.

      The boy's mother left Bob and the boys when Bobby was three and Billy
was two.  I never found out why she left or what happened to her.  I only
knew that Bob raised his sons alone.  There were nannies when the boys were
young, and household staff to make sure the house remained in one piece
when Bob was not around.  But Bob never remarried, and the boys never had a
real female role model in their lives.

      Now, as I was describing, I was awoken to the sounds of the boys.
They were approaching my room, and as I was starting to open my eyes, my
door swung open.  I saw two young teenagers I had never met before and
Bobby yelled, "Get your ass out of bed.  My father wants us down for dinner
in three minutes, and you better not be late.  You'll be very sorry if you
are late."  Then he tore off the covers and grabs me by me arms.  Billy
grabbed my legs and they carried me off of my bed and dropped me on the
floor.  As they walked out Billy turned and said, "Remember what my brother
told you, and now you are down to two minutes."  Billy was obviously trying
to impress his older brother.

      I raced downstairs but had no idea where to go.  I spotted one of the
staff, and he directed me to the dining room.  I arrived just in time to
hear Bob say, "If he is not here within the next thirty seconds, there is
going to be a problem."  As he finished that sentence, he spotted me and
called me over to him.  I went over and his sons were standing there as
well.

      Bob took a deep breath and went at me in lecture mode, "I am glad to
see you were able to get here on time.  You will find that things run
differently here than what you are used to back in New York.  I loved your
parents deeply, but in my opinion, they did not know how to raise a child
to deal with the stresses of modern society.  My two sons here are fabulous
examples that you need to learn from if you are going to be successful in
life.  Here is how it is going to work.  There are no second chances and no
excuses.  If you do something wrong you will be punished.  When I say
punished, understand that I mean physical punishment.  I have found that
boys are unresponsive to any other form of discipline.  I hope that it does
not come to that, as you are almost sixteen and should be able to conform
to expectations.  I know that your parents were very lax with you, but they
have entrusted your well being to me, and I will not let them down.  I may
not use the methods they would use, but I believe that they would be happy
with the results.  It is time to make you a man."

      I was stunned.  Things just kept getting worse.  I would be subject
to physical punishment?  These two obnoxious bullies were supposed to be my
role models?
  Bob was going to make me a man?  This guy was out of his fucking mind.

      I was told where my seat would be, next to Bobby.  Bobby sat at one
end of a long table with Billy to his right and me to his left.  Bob sat at
the other end of the table with about twenty empty places between us.  This
table was the longest I had ever seen in someone's house.  Bob could barely
hear what we were saying, but he did not seem to have any interest in
speaking with us, so it was not that important.  As soon as we sat down,
Bobby and Billy started taunting me.  The called me names such as "orphan
boy" and "little loser."  Bobby took the lead, and Billy tried to keep up
with his hero.

      Normally, I would have just ignored them, but I had been through by
far the roughest few days of my life and my tolerance was low.  As the food
was served, Bobby and Billy started throwing little pieces of food at me,
and my temper was boiling over.  I could not hold it any more and I blew
up.  I grabbed my plate of food and threw it at them and shouted, "You
mother fuckers need to leave me alone.  I am not going to take your
bullshit any more.  I've had a rough day, and I don't need to be picked on
by two punks like you."

      As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I had a feeling I had made
a bad move.  Bob stood up and ordered me over to him.  I could hear the
boys suppressing their laughs as I walked over to the other end of the
table.  Bob stated firmly, "That behavior is unacceptable.  As I told you
before dinner, there are no second chances.  Let me tell you how things are
going to be from now on.  You are going to be punished.  You are going to
take off all of your clothes.  I am then going to spank you over my knee as
a little boy because you have been acting like a little boy.  Then you are
going to stand up and take a strapping like the emerging man I am going to
make you into.  I am not around very much these days.  I took time off to
be here tonight because it is your first night.  From now on, Bobby is in
charge of you.  You will do everything he tells you to do.  Billy is also
in charge of you, and you will obey him unless he tells you to do something
that would contradict what Bobby told you to do.  If I hear from them that
you are not obeying them, and not accepting their discipline, the pain you
are about to feel will be like a soothing massage compared to what I will
do to you.  I have no time for your nonsense and it is ending here and
now."

      I stammered, "But they were calling me names and throwing pieces of
food at me."

      He replied, "You are only making matters worse.  My sons would not
behave that way, but even if they did, your reaction showed a complete lack
of control.  You are almost sixteen, and you need to learn to control your
impulses.  Now I am giving you thirty seconds to get completely undressed,
and I will add five strokes to your strapping for every ten seconds over
that you go.  Start to undress - NOW."

      For about ten seconds I just stood there stunned, but then I realized
that he meant business.  I tore off my clothes as fast as I could.  The
pressure caused me to tangle up my pants as I tried to get out of them.  I
ended up using about fifty seconds to get undressed, so Bob said I would
get twenty strokes instead of ten.  Then he told me to stand still with my
hands on my head.

      I had never been so embarrassed or humiliated in my life.  My fury at
Bob and his children was exceeded only by my anger at the drunk driver that
took my parents' lives.  Since I was a late bloomer, I stood there looking
more like twelve than fifteen or sixteen.  By this time, the boys had
walked over to stand next to their father and were looking at me.  My penis
was a little over two inches, and I had only traces of pubic hair.  Other
than my little patch of pubes, I had no other body hair.  The three
Worthingtons looked me over like I was a Thanksgiving turkey they could not
wait to eat.  I could not believe this was happening to me.

      After they got a good look at me, Bob sat on one of the dining room
chairs and called me over to him.  As I walked over, I could see Bobby and
Billy smiling as broadly as a person can.  Bob felt I was moving to slowly,
so as I soon as I got within arm's reach, he grabbed me and threw me over
his lap.  I was grateful that my penis was now hidden, but I felt a sense
of doom from thoughts of the punishment that was about to come.

      Bob was a big and strong man.  He stood well over six feet tall with
a muscular build.  When he slapped my ass, they were not love taps.  I was
in pain.  I felt the steady beat of slap, slap, slap, slap.  My eyes
started to water from both pain and humiliation.  Although he told me how
many stokes from the strap I would get, he never told me how many spanks I
would get.  I did not count, but it seemed never to end.  Finally, when my
butt was starting to feel numb, he stopped.  He told me to stand up and
grab the back of the chair.  At some point, Billy had gone for the strap,
so once I got into position over the back of the chair, Bob instructed,
"Now you must count each stroke and maintain position.  We will do over any
one that is not counted properly or if you let go of the back of the
chair."

      Before I could brace myself I heard and felt a sharp smack.  "One," I
was able to get out.  Then there began the series of smack "Two," smack
"Three," etc.  On a few occasion I either could not catch my breath to call
out the correct number or my hands slipped off the back of the chair.  In
the end I got closer to twenty-five rather than twenty strokes.  My face
was red and covered in tears and snot.  I was a mess.  Bob ordered me to my
room.  When I bent down to pick up my clothing he told me to leave my
clothes alone and get back to my room until Bobby gave me further
instructions.  I ran out of the room as quickly as I could.

End Chapter 1
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