Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2003 17:17:58 -0400
From: Dom R <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spankin Younger Brother - Chapter 2

SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 2
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Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga

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This story is a spinoff--a hard core version of "Hot Younger Brother,"
which I also wrote.

To understand the full gist of the story you're reading now, read
CHAPTER 1 or more, of "Hot Younger Brother" Incest/Authoritarian.
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The brothers are:  Pete, 17 and Todd, 14.
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CHAPTER 2

    "Did you like it?" I yelled at Todd, over his moans of pain.
The shocked look on his face was impossibly cute.  He almost
looked disoriented.  He got quiet, though.

    Todd was the smart one in our family.  When he wanted to, he
could be very deliberate and accurate with his words and facial
expressions.  And right now, I was sure he wanted to.

    "Yeah, I liked it--I mean, thank you, sir."

    "Quit that crap, for now.  Come on, Todd, I gave you some
good strokes with that thing--it had to hurt, pretty bad."

    "Bad, but not that bad.  Besides, I was still high over our
first sex.  Sir--I mean Pete, what about you?"

    Todd had me on the spot.  Without realizing it, my little
brother had me verbally pinned.  I decided that being loving at
this point couldn't hurt.  "Yeah, Todd," I said quietly, "I
thought it was awesome."  I was glad we were both naked.

    It was time for me to go into action.  I ran my tongue over
Todd's entire body, starting with his toes, licking them, along
with his ankles, and loving them every so gently but firmly, then
working my way up his beautiful, tanned, peach-fuzzed legs,
stopping for a treat between his legs, teasing it cruelly.

    I continued licking up Todd's abdomen--firm and flat and
sweaty--then up to his nipples, surprisingly hard.  I squeezed my
lips against Todd's, and we hungrily wrestled with each other's
tongues, pressing our chests together, as if in competition.

    Finally, I went for his virginal-looking boner, and sucked it
gently, slowly--with wicked light flicks of my tongue.  Suddenly,
I stopped.  I wondered if his balls hurt.  I had him hanging at
the edge.

    "Pete--keep going!" Todd said anxiously.

    "'Fraid you'll have to earn the rest, Todd."

    "What?"

    "That better be, 'What, Sir,' remember?"

    "Yes, sir.  Sorry sir," Todd said with that magical,
impossible-to-duplicate look in his eye--that only a skinny,
charming little fourteen-year-old could pull off successfully.
"But PLEASE, Sir!"

    Of course, I was being totally unfair--a few minutes ago I
told him to cut out the 'sir' stuff.  He looked and sounded
desperate to cum.  The poor kid probably DID have blue balls.

    "I said you have to EARN it, boy!  Now get over to your
torture spot, and put your hands high, so I can stretch them out
and re-attach them to the wall."

    "Torture spot, Pete?  Torture?"

    "Yeah, Todd--the blue site, remember?"  I referred to an s&m
site that was one of the ones we had both read thoroughly.  "Now,
get MOVING, boy!"

    "Blue site?  Wow, I, uh--I don't know, that looked pretty
rough, Pete--SIR."

    "Either you want the sex or you don't, BOY, it's up to you.
Yes or no?  Unless you want your dick in a chastity belt, like
that one guy--I could buy it on the net and keep you from cumming
for days--weeks, maybe.  That would be real fun!"

    Todd's body was my answer.  He gulped, ran over to where the
nail in the wall protruded ominously overhead, and raised his
arms.  In seconds, I had him tied, with his arms suspended in a
helpless pose.  For me, it was bone-hardening.  I went to the
basement to get the real pain tools--dad's spanking stuff.  I
brought them up, covered with a towel.

    "I'll give you a preview of things to come, boy.  Then,
you'll know what to fear," I said masterfully, removing the
towel, revealing dad's strap, cane, and paddle--and knowing
exactly what list of things to do to him.

    I lit a candle to end my display with a flourish.  Knowing
that my brother had studied the blue site well, I knew he'd seen
how the hot wax could be used on the body.  I wasn't really going
to use the candle today--that was just for effect.  I looked into
him with a cold stare.

    "Aghhh, guhruhh," Todd mumbled, obviously scared as hell, but
looking brave.

    "Don't try to turn toward that wall--you FACE me, boy!"  I
swear I saw my little brother's knees shaking.  There was fear in
his face, now.  I slapped his ribs with my hands--first one side,
then the other.  I had learned how to make my hands hard.

    "SLAP!  WHAP!"

    Another charming, frightened mumble escaped his cute little
lips.  He had jumped a little from my slaps, and was breathing
fast, now, but was looking as if nothing had happened.

    "That is, boy, unless you'd rather just stop, and give up.
Maybe that's it.  Maybe you're just pretending with all this
bravery.  Maybe you're shaking inside, really bad--just like any
other wimpy little BOY your age!"

    "No--NO!" Todd said, with more fear in his voice and face
than ever, "I'm more mature than the other kids.  I'm not giving
up."

    "AND SAY WHAT?"

    "I'm not giving up--SIR!"

    I knew what to do from carefully reading one of the scenes
from the blue site.  This would work especially well since Todd
was facing me.  I took dad's razor strap and tried to slide it up
Todd's legs, to make him feel the leather, but he was able to
move his legs to avoid contact.  I soon fixed that by tying his
feet together.

    All my moves were gentle and slow.  I held the strap waist
high, and let it swing like a pendulum.  As I moved it slowly
closer to Todd, he could see where it was headed.  Soon, I had
the tip of the strap tapping against his dick, which was soft.

    Todd's eyes opened wide when he saw the potential for pain of
this procedure, especially if I had swung the strap any harder.

    I stopped immediately, knowing that I had to change
something.  "Hmmm, this is in the way," I said, slapping his
dick.

    "OW!"

    I pulled over a chair, sat, and started to tongue-lash his
smooth, young dick.  By the time I slid my lips over his hot pink
tip, he was bone hard.  Now I realized why Todd looked so sensual
when he was erect:  His dick pointed straight up, instead of out,
like mine--and with his smooth, perfect skin and barely a sign of
a bush--that made him look so hungry and horny.

    "Ah--much better," I said as coldly as possible while teasing
the tip of his boner with my fingers.  Again, I swung the strap
gently--this time, the end of the strap tapped his balls.  The
pain had to be slight--but I knew even slight pain, there, was
uncomfortable.

    "Geezz--no, Pete!"

    I stared at him as much as I could and still control the
strap.  I wanted the edge to tap a certain spot on his tight,
tense nuts.  "Nervous, boy?  Oh, yes.  I almost forgot--of course
you're nervous.  This is your torture spot!"  What I'd said was
almost word-for-word from the site, but it was working on my
brother.

    With each gentle tap of the razor strap as it struck my
brother's balls relentlessly, Todd's face twitched, exposing his
teeth occasionally.  His breathing accelerated.  Sweat would
appear on his face at any moment, I was sure.

    I smiled an evil smile.  "You know what can happen if I swing
this strap harder, don't you boy?!"

    Todd nodded a yes response.  A drop of sweat fell from his
nose.  His youthful glow and mesmerizing eyes had me spellbound.

    Then I got the surprise of my life.  Todd's face changed.  He
now had a resolve and stubborn strength that was almost defiant--
as if he had suddenly decided to stop giving me the satisfaction
of moaning or screaming.

    His face calmed; his breathing slowed.  I was so taken back
by this, I'd forgotten that Todd was supposed to be answering me.
Subtly, he had challenged me.

    "I know it will hurt, sir," Todd said in a steady, relaxed
voice.  He looked at me with a confident, self-assurance, then
his submissiveness suddenly returned.  'Too late,' I thought.

    I had already planned to swing the strap a little harder, to
make my point about the vast pain-potential of this particular
technique--but with his challenge to me, I decided to go even
harder, still.

    I began to sweat, myself--knowing that by hitting the end of
the strap against my brother's balls, I had to keep a balance
between giving him pain and not damaging him.

    "WHAP."  The hit wasn't brutal, but hard enough to hear, this
time.  I stared into Todd's face.

    His whole body jerked, but my brother made no sound, except
for a sharp breath.  He had grit his teeth and exposed them, but
his face relaxed, now.

    I had to look away from him to hide my disappointment, but
deep inside, I was proud of him.  My cock throbbed, seeming to
agree with me.  I turned my brother sideways, and picked up the
cane.  "They say this hurts the worst," I said.

    I wasted no time with preludes, and surprised him with a
solid, whipping smack on his left buttock.

    "AAGHH!"

    The stripe on his butt was really sexy, but the dance of pain
he did almost sent me over the edge.  I quickly hit again, in the
same spot.

    "YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

    "I guess I'll leave the alcohol and cotton swab for another
time," I said.  My cock was doubly throbbing at this point.

    I left the room for a good 20 minutes, just to make it a
little harder on him.  I tried not to touch my cock, but I kept
squeezing it, hoping I wouldn't cum.  I didn't.  When I returned
to Todd, I started to straighten up the room, and my brother
reacted like a coiled spring that had just been let loose.

    "Oh, God, Pete!"

    "What's up, Todd?"

    "The pain--that's part of it."

    "You sorry you asked for it, now?"

    "No, no, not sorry--besides," Todd said, looking like he was
about to cry, "Well......I can't believe we just had sex and--"

    "Something wrong?"

    "No--nothing's wrong.  Sex felt so good.  I just--I mean,
well..." Todd said, watching me clean up, "...um, are we DONE?"

    Now it clicked with me what Todd might want.  His face
drooped with disappointment.

    "Nope," I said, "we can't be done if you're asking that
question."  I went to my knees, and swallowed Todd's sweet penis,
which soon boned totally.  My brother turned me on, just standing
there.  Now, with his hard little dick in my mouth, my cock was
quivering with pleasure.

    "Ahhh!"

    "Is that good?" I asked, knowing the obvious answer.

    "Oh, yeah!"

    I reached over to the nightstand, where I'd set out some
lube.  I put some on my finger and Todd's hole, and started
rubbing.

    "Does this feel good, too?" I asked eagerly.

    "God, Pete--you know it does."

    "I should just lube up my dick and shove it hard into you--
slam it into you in one quick thrust--you do know that's what I
should do, right?"

    "Yes, sir," Todd said wisely, knowing I was right, according
the blue, s&m site we both read.

    "But, I'm not gonna do it that way, little brother.  I'm
gonna go slow."

    "Yes, sir."

    "Don't you wanna know why?" I said, the beauty of his face
casting a spell over me.

    "Yes, sir."

    "Fuck the 'yes, sir,' --I'm your brother, remember?" I said,
getting very close to his face, and tracing the outline of his
lips with my tongue.  "I don't--"

    "I guess--"

    We had spoken over each other.

    "Go ahead, Todd."

    "I think you wanna hurt me with training stuff, and with
giving me the strap like dad never gave me, but you don't--you
don't wanna hurt--"

    "Exactly," I said, knowing where he was going with that.  "I
don't want sex to be painful or anything negative."  I patted his
butt hard enough to give him some good pain.

    "I can still sit down, Pete," Todd said, wincing and trying
to smile at the same time, unaware of his own foolishness.

    "You're begging for a caning, boy--whether you know it or
not.  You won't sit down after THAT."

    Todd got one of those looks on his face.  It was one of those
'I dare you to prove what you said' looks, which was very similar
to 'I bet you can't make me.'  Anyway, he was challenging me, and
I could not ignore that.

    "Look, Todd," I said, rubbing the cane on his chest, "this is
rough stuff.  This isn't fantasy.  This hurts on your butt--"

    "Hurt me, then," Todd said bravely.

    I was silent.  I tied his shoulders and knees together with
rope--just enough to get him tied into a bent-over position.  A
rope from his chest to the nail in the wall kept him from falling
over.

    "I'm going to use all my strength.  Ten cuts of the cane,
boy.  Then we'll see who can sit."

    I really didn't want to do this, but my brother had forced me
into it.

    "SWISH . . . . WHIP!"

    Todd shouted on the first stroke of the cane.  By the sixth,
he was screaming and begging me to stop.  I wanted to ignore his
plea, but I couldn't.  I stopped at six.  I licked his back--not
that it did his sore ass any good--but I licked his back, anyway.
His dick hardened with each stroke of my tongue.  I worked my
mouth down to his hole, and flicked my tongue there.  Actually, I
was impressed with how well he'd taken the caning--as if he'd
practiced.  My butt-licking took on new energy.

    "Oh, God, yes!  Oh, YEAH, Pete!"

    You took that caning like a soldier.

    I could feel my brother's chest swell with pride.  He was
ready.

    I greased my dick and one thumb, and slid the thumb into
Todd's virgin hole.

    "Aaahhhhgh!"

    I stretched him with just my thumb, by pressing in all
directions, over and over.  I touched my dick to his hole and
stopped.  I wanted to slip my bone right into little brother's
hot love tunnel; let him know what a brother-fucking felt like
for his first time, but (damn!) now it was time for the test.

    He'll never know how close he came to getting my thick,
hungry, seven-incher rammed up his butt at that moment.

    "Well, Todd--since you're all tied up, and can't sit down,
I'll have to bring the chair to YOU."  As I picked up a chair, I
slapped his butt sharply with my hand.

    "I think you're right, Pete!  I know you were right.  It'll
hurt to sit.  You don't have to test me!"

    "Ha!  Right!  If you want me to keep doing what I was doing,
and if you wanna cum sometime this year, you'll take your
suffering like a good slaveboy," I said, as I slapped the seat of
the chair against his exposed butt.  The chair was clumsy.  'Next
time, I'll use a paddle,' I thought.

    "I want it a lot," he said, expressing his lust AND the pains
of his torture silently with his face as the wood hit his sore
cheeks.  "Ahh, fuck--AHHGH!"  Precum dripped from his dick.

    I put the chair aside.  I heard him grunt in complaint as I
slapped some lube around his hot little hole and put the head of
my boner against him--knocking at the opening of the tunnel where
it belonged.

    I wasn't pressing, but there was no doubt the little guy knew
the tip of his big brother's hardon was against his inviting,
virgin back-entrance.  I waited for a reaction.  Nothing.  I
pushed forward more, just enough to let him feel some real
pressure.  His legs shook a little.  If I could have my way--I
was so horny--I would've shoved my pole up there in a second.

    As I came back to reality, I realized this was a once-in-a-
lifetime thing, for Todd:  He was giving me his virginity, and
maybe something more than that--and here he was, tied up and bent
over, doing a slave scene.  I imagined times in the future when
it would be hot to fuck him that way, but I could think of better
conditions for taking my little brother's virginity--both for my
sake, and for his.  I stepped away from him.

    "Pete--what?--"

    "Shut up," I said impatiently.  I wanted to tell Todd that
this was his virginity--that you only get one chance to give it
away, but no words came out.  I couldn't figure out how to say it
without sounding stupid.  Besides, he HAD to know.  Then again,
maybe it just never occurred to him.

    "Yes, sir."

    It was killing me--I had to ask him.  "Todd, have you messed
around like this before?"

    "No," he said, with that funny, nervous laugh and cute little
fourteen-year-old blush of his.

    The red in his face was making my hardon reach record
lengths.  It jumped when Todd stared at it.  And it throbbed when
I saw my brother smile--a potent admiration of his big brother's
cock.

    I untied him, and looked him in the eye.  Todd was not
expecting this--he hadn't yet figured out why I was untying him.
His face was total confusion.  When I picked him up to carry him,
his eyebrows furrowed, but, surprisingly, he began to lose the
puzzled look.  Maybe he understood when I carried him and put him
on his back, on the bed.

    "Ahh!  SHIT!" he shouted as his ass hit the bed.  He started
to turn.

    "On your back!" I said, ignoring his pain, and knowing once
he got into position, his butt would be more in the air, than on
the bed.

    I was like a man possessed, with a sole mission--to shove my
cock inside my cute little brother's butt, and fuck him till he
saw stars and I filled him with hot cum.  I liked feeling like I
was really a man--like 25, at least--instead of 17.

    I pushed Todd's ankles back as far as they would go, and
nuzzled my cock against his hole again.  This time, I inched in,
right away, with maybe half the head in.  We exchanged glances.
We both smiled, just a little.  There was brotherly love there.
If I hurt him, he'd forgive me.

    I stopped sliding my dick inside him when the widest part of
the head was stretching his virgin butthole.

    Todd jerked and twisted, pinching his eyes shut, and punching
the bed with his fists.  "Uh, shit--oh, fuck!"

    I popped the head in all the way, and grabbed his nipples.

    Todd made so many sounds, I couldn't tell if it was pain
because of the whole tip of my cock suddenly in him, or pleasure
from getting his nipples worked over.

    Gradually, the little guy settled down.  Slowly, I sunk my
aching cock deeper into him--so slow I could hardly stand it.  I
was relieved when he opened his eyes.  I needed that contact with
him.

    It was obvious--the session had ended, and I was making love
to my hot little brother.  I honestly don't remember finishing
that virginal first descent, but I guess I did hit bottom,
eventually.  The next thing I remember, I was stroking my stiff
hungry meat into him.  I grabbed his dick and starting jerking it
for him, but it was no use--I came before he could, and lost all
muscular control.  I gasped for my breath while my brother rubbed
my head and shoulders.  That seemed grown-up for a 14-year-old.

    Gently, Todd pushed and turned us over, so he was on top.  I
was in heaven--my eyes closed blissfully.  He was rubbing my
ears, and I reached up, through the darkness of my closed eyes,
to touch his face.  Instead, I felt a rope.  In seconds, I was
tied to the bed.  The little shit had tricked me, big time!

    "What the fuck?" I said, the coarse words grinding out my
disbelief.

    "Oh," Todd said in a gentle but icy voice, "I think there
WILL be some fucking, but YOU'RE going to be the bottom, Petey
boy."  He took his cock--very wet and slick with precum--and slid
it across my face to show me how horny he was.  From this angle,
his erect penis looked every bit as big as mine.

    "Todd!" I said, gulping, trying to get some moisture in my
mouth.

    "Relax, Petey.  I'll take GOOD care of you.  I have all these
play toys--ropes, straps, a nice cane.  And you were so good,
bringing them up from the basement for me, and putting those
bookmarks in your browser, so I could read all about how to use
them!"

    For the first time in my life, my skinny little brother was
scaring the shit out of me.

    "Such good spanking toys you brought me.  Can't let them go
to waste.  Right Petey?" Todd said, as he picked up the cane, and
snapped a finger, hard, against my nuts.
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