Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2003 21:38:16 -0400 From: Dom R Subject: Spankin' Younger Brother - Chapter 4 SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 4 ____________________________________ Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga Win one of our old bathing suits! BE KIND TO ANIMALS: WRITE TO PETE AT: Dom6789@hotmail.com Mention 'SPANK' story, or I'll be confused. (Ok, you really won't win, but write, ok?) ________________________________________________________________ The brothers are: Pete, 17 and Todd, 14. ________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 4 I knew Todd was going to hurt me, but I was rock hard from the stroke-job he just gave my dick. I had long dreamed of being jerked off by my younger brother, and despite the thought of the pain to come, my hardon hadn't gone down--not yet, anyway. We were both still naked, and I was tied helplessly with my arms pulled tight overhead. I shuddered at the wicked-looking, two-inch wide paddle my little brother had in his hand. It was fairly thin, too, which meant it wouldn't damage my dick, but I knew from the web sites we read, it would sting like hell. My brother's voice seemed to suddenly wake me up. "This is going to hurt real nice, Petey boy!" 'So that's why he got me HARD,' I thought to myself, while I froze, watching Todd swing the paddle directly at my balls. "WHAP!" I screamed so loud, I couldn't hear myself. I had no more wind--I had come to the end of my air supply. It felt like my lungs were frozen--I couldn't take another breath. I started to panic. I instinctively tried to bend over from the pain, but my restraints--the restraints I designed to be used on Todd--did not allow that. "WAAAHHHRRRGGHHHHHHH!!!!" "You've got to be faking," Todd said cruelly, "because this thin little paddle can't hurt your balls that much. But--oh, yes, boy, BUT--this hairbrush, can," he added, smiling demonically, and showing me the ribbed, hard plastic side of the hairbrush. "Please--please, no." "You know, big bro, faking is the same as lying. It calls for harsh punishment. But first, tell me what you were going to do with that lock tape?" Todd was slapping the plastic part of the brush into his open palm. The sound of each slap made my balls hurt. I was busted. Todd had seen me bring up some lock tape from the basement. "Nothing, really, sir--I wasn't going to do anything special with it," I said as convincingly as possible. I figured there was no way Todd would hit my nuts with that brush. I was hurting just looking at the thing. There was also no way I could believe this was happening--me shaking in fear, staring wide-eyed at my brother's hands--hoping my little brother wouldn't really beat my balls with a hairbrush. This was totally unreal. "SMACK!!" Todd slammed the hard thing into my nuts. My whole body did a huge spasm. This sudden shock of horrible pain, worse than the last, released my lungs and I finally inhaled, only to spit the air out with another scream. As I shouted, the pain worsened, and my voice became a howling--it sounded more like a wild animal than a person. I was in agony. The pain shot through my balls as if someone had stepped on them--accompanied by equally gruesome pain up into my stomach and down my legs. At least I was breathing, but the breaths were shallow and rapid; I couldn't catch my breath; the pain was coming to its horrible peak--and I could see Todd was poised to strike again. "No, sir, PLEASE!" "WHAP!" Another full-force slam to my nuts with that hairbrush. "Woooooooooooooooooooooo! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The pain was brutal. I thought I might pass out. I sounded like an eight-year-old screaming. "Now, BOY--what were you going to do with the lock tape?" "Ah, oh, oh, uhhh . . . really, sir, I was just going, ow! Ah! Ah! . . . to wrap your dick in it--just for fun--" "Whap! Smack! SMACK! SPLAT!" "WAAGGHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The hairbrush whacks on my nuts were so excruciating, I was ready to die, rather than take any more of this. To make matters worse, Todd slapped my balls with his hand after the four hairbrush hits, just to intensify the torture. After a while, he just waited. I caught my breath as best I could, and became nervous as the silence rolled by. "Just like it said on the site," Todd said, "but then again, you might not remember it, boy. They said to hit just right--not too soft, not too hard. A lotta pain, no damage. Cool?" My brother's speech--his voice--had always been music to my ears. Now, I couldn't believe how bad he sounded--now that his voice was the bearer of such bad news. I guess my displeasure showed on my face and Todd didn't like it. He took the little handle of the hairbrush and flicked it against my left nut. "Snap!" "AHHHHHHH!! Oh God! Sir, sir--ok, no more--please--no more! I'll tell you. The lock tape: I was going to tease your dick until you begged to cum, wrap your dick in lock tape, and then make you wait a few days, before I let you cum." "That's a very good plan, boy--I think I'll use it." "What are you doing?" I asked. "Well, boy, I WAS going to do something else, but now I've had it with you forgetting to call me 'Sir,' so now--to answer your question, I'm going to whip your back with this strap--like you've never had it before." "Wait--Sir, I mean--Dad never did that." "You catch on quick, boy," Todd said. "Dad would never dish out as much pain as I'm going to give you . . . Petey boy!" If there was one thing worse to me than being called, 'Peter,' it was, 'Petey-boy.' I thought of struggling as Todd put me in position for the lashing, but then I realized he would just make things worse for me. I was scared shitless of the thought of getting my first back whipping. The injustices of the past--of dad spanking me so much harder than Todd--seemed trivial, now. "I always wanted to see how a nice-looking young guy like you would sound as he got his first flogging," Todd said. He looked at my soft cock and frowned. I jumped as he went toward it, but he just sucked until I was hard. "There, Peter--much better." I heard the thick hard strap whoosh through the air, then the heart stopping sound of it hitting flesh. My back was on fire! I screamed my lungs out. I thought he would space out the lashes, but the second whipping stroke of the strap hit before I could breathe on my first scream. The rest came in similar rapid succession. "WHAP! SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" I was howling again. Todd turned me around--this time, he used the legs of the furniture to find a makeshift way to keep my back to the wall. He picked up a normal, pants strap. "Don't worry boy," Todd said with the most evil smile I ever saw on my brother's face, "I'll just do a little target practice." My eyes went wide in fear. "Just relax," Todd said smiling, I need to improve my aim at your dick. I'll just do a best out of five, boy." Todd stood a few feet back, aiming his belt carefully. The first stroke totally missed my groin and smacked into my leg at the top of the thigh. "Oh, AH! Geezus!" I wished for a hardon--I didn't like the fact that his shots were dangerously close to my balls. Todd's second stroke hit my penis, giving it a high-voltage shock of pain, right on the head, and sent my cock upward, making it slap at a 45 degree angle against my abs. "YEEEEEeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrraaaaagghhh!" The next stroke of the strap hit both nuts, right on the bottom of them, making for the loudest, most horrible scream of all. As soon as I quieted down, Todd hit again, duplicating his previous stroke. My scream was more fierce than before. I was howling like an eight-year-old again. "Oh, I almost forgot," Todd said, as if everything were normal, "THIS!" he said proudly. Remember the leather cock whip, boy? From the black site? The one made of the thin leather thongs? I made two of them out of shoelaces. His face seemed to search for a compliment. "Very--very nice, sir." "I can't wait to try them out," my little brother said, with that cruel, master sound in his voice. "Come on, Todd," I said gulping, "it's not going to be all pain and no pleasure, is it?" "Oh, no, of course not," he said with a sickening tone and smile. "My poor big bro--where are my manners?" I was suddenly nauseated, and more afraid than ever, when my little brother got on his knees, gently lifted my dick, and began to suck it. I was sure he would bite it, or something--but he didn't. Then, I thought maybe he would grab my balls and squeeze or punch them, but he didn't do that, either. "Oh, God, that feels so good." Todd ignored me, and kept sucking. His hand went lovingly to my balls, and the gentle rub he gave them brought me to the edge. "Ah--oh, yeah! Get ready, Todd--I'm gonna blow." "Not yet," he said, the cruel words hitting my ears before I realized his mouth was off my dick. I squeezed my eyes closed. My balls--already sore, pounded with a new ache. "OW! Oh, God, please Todd--SIR." "Don't worry about the formalities, boy--I'm having such a good time pleasing you. Now, just tell me what you want, Peter." I knew when he said, 'Peter,' this was not a good thing. I took a deep breath. I could hardly get any words out. "Sir, I just--" "What, boy, WHAT?" "I'm so horny--" "Yes, Peter. So, you're saying you need to cum now?" Todd said encouragingly. "Please, yes, yes sir!" "Are you willing to pay for the privilege?" "P-pay?," I said, baffled--desperate, but not really knowing what he meant-- "Yes, sir." "How many strokes?" Todd said, swinging his homemade, shoelace cock-whip in front of my face. "S-strokes?" I said, scared shitless again, "Fifteen, sir?" "Oh, fifteen! How brave of you, Petey boy!" Todd said with evil glee, as he poised one of his homemade cock whips over my hardon. The whipping was horrible. I thought I'd pass out after the sixth stroke. I screamed so loud, I thought the neighbors would call. The whip he'd made was little, but it packed a wicked sting. Todd made me watch and count, and he would occasionally stop and ask me to describe the red marks on my dick--which became more terrible with each stroke--and thank him and tell him how good his cock whipping felt. When I acted badly or gave a wrong answer, he just swung from underneath, and gave my balls the sting of their lives. "Please, PLEASE! Sir! Please stop!" There was his wicked smile again. Todd repeated the cycle 4 more times, bringing me to the edge of a climax--to blessed relief--only for him to stop sucking just in time to prevent me from cumming. And of course whip my cock again, leading me to believe that each time, after the whipping, he would let me cum, but he didn't. I screamed. I begged and swore to worship at his feet, or whatever he wanted, if he would just let me cum. That final time, he slid his lips slowly off my enraged, starved penis, and laughed. As if by magic, Todd suddenly had a cold, metal object and was standing, touching my dick with it. "What's that?" I said, referring to a weird-looking thing he had just slipped over my cock and balls. "From Master Joe's site, remember? It's the model 1000 chastity belt, with built-in obedience device." "But Sir, please! I--" I assumed he'd bought it on line, using my new credit card. I wasn't going to argue about that, now. "You're not allowed to jack off," Todd said, anticipating my question. "Look how nice and cushy it is, boy! The tube is big enough to hold a full erection--so you can be hard all day and not be all squeezed in, Petey." The 'tube' looked more like a cage. 'Why would I be hard all day?' I wondered. Then I remembered the tiny spikes that came out, inside the cage, if you got a full erection--spikes that were just long enough to pinch and torture your dick. That was easy--al I had to do was think of those little spikes, and not get hard. "And you see this," Todd said, pointing to the thick supports running lengthwise, top and bottom on the cage, "these are vibrators--to keep the circulation going." Todd switched on the vibrators. They were incredibly evil. It was just a machine, but it knew how to give a wicked mechanical hand job. Just when I thought I might be getting close to cumming, they shut themselves off. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Hmmm," my brother said, "I better shorten that cycle by 10 seconds, just in case. Don't worry boy, they're programmed to come on at random times, so you never have to worry about actually cumming." Todd put the final locks in place, and folded the whole gizmo down, so the thing wouldn't make a bulge in my pants. "Ahh! Ooo!" "Don't try to take this off, or you really, really will hurt yourself, Peter. Remember the long spikes that pop out, if the user tries to remove the thing?" I had forgotten about the long, wicked needles that would protrude toward your dick if you tried to get the chastity belt off. "Just wait for me to remove it with the key. I WILL take it off, someday, and let you cum--maybe even in less than 3 weeks, if you're really a good boy." There was no way I could last 3 weeks without cumming. Three DAYS would be hard. I wondered if Todd could go even two days with no release. "But, you're a minor! How could they sell things like that to you?" He was so deliberate--taking off all my bonds. "Oh, too bad. You said the wrong thing, Petey boy!" "What?" I said, as I watched Todd pick up a small remote. Suddenly, I was on the floor, screaming in pain. "YAHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhrrrghhhhhhhhhh!!!" "Did you forget, boy? About the built-in ball-squeezer? I can control how much pain and pressure you have on your nuts at any time. Stand up PETER!" The ball-squeezer was like having your balls in the middle of a bag of small marbles. Little bands, like hose clamps, tightened around the bag, pressing the marbles painfully into your balls from all angles. Somehow, I managed to get to my feet, in spite of the fact that the whole front of me was in pain. My body shook with anger; my eyes glared with it. But, pain aside, part of me was afraid, and I guess that overshadowed my anger. "See how perfectly the obedience thing works, Petey?" Todd said with a grin. I nodded. "Good boy! Now come over here and suck my dick--very gently." Something inside me went stubborn, and I slowly shook my head, no. "Aw, Petey boy! Are you sure that's your answer? 'Cause if it is, I'll have to--well, I'll just show you." This time, Todd did not cause the great sudden pain of moments before. He slid his thumb over one spot on the remote. I could feel the thing tighten slightly on my balls. The sensation was pressure, with very little pain. I had this sick sensation in the pit of my stomach--my little brother was determined to torture me. Problem was, he was too young to be cautious about it. He might do something stupid and really hurt me--or worse, if there could be a worse. "You want my dick, Peter. You like it. You love it." I nodded. "So, blow me, boy." I shook my head. "You know I can make you," Todd said, putting his thumb on the remote, again. His beautiful brothercock throbbed, glistening with his delicious young precum. I really wanted to suck it--to suck my little brother--to hear him scream with his hot, fourteen-year-old boy climax; to feel his cum shoot into my throat; to taste him over and over again, until I finally swallowed that secret, special part of him; to hear him desperately out of breath, trying to recover from the hot orgasm I caused him to have. I snapped out of my daydream. I gulped. I knew he could make me kneel and do it, but my head swam with thoughts. I didn't know what I wanted. I finally knelt and slowly made love to my little brother's cock--figuring this way, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hurting me more. He made it a point not to move--to make me do all the work, but eventually, his hips began to cycle. "Faster!" he said. I tightened my grip around his pulsing, thickening penis, and sped up my movements. I counted eight streams of brothercum. My mouth filled, I swallowed, and it filled again. "Lean over and spit the last mouthful on your dick." I complied. As I spit, most of the cum fell on my dick through the holes in the cage. I wondered how long it would take for my little brother's cum to dry. Then I thought about school. "What about gym class tomorrow?" I said softly and humbly. "Not to worry! I forged a note for ya, Petey boy." Todd was cocky, overly self-assured, yet there was something genuinely commanding about him--something that frightened me. I remained kneeling. I loved him. I loved him and I hated him. I looked up at his stunning face, his perfect complexion, his beautiful blonde hair, icy blue eyes--and I just shuddered inside. His still-hard cock added to my sense of pleasure and pain. Would I ever get my brother as my lover? As the boy who wanted to experiment and have fun with his big bro, and try out a few spankings? I moved my leg into position so I could get up from my kneeling position. My brother's hand fell to my shoulder, pushing me down. His other hand held his dick. "We're not done yet, Petey boy! I can't have you going to bed hungry. You ARE hungry for more cream, aren't you? You DO want my nice hot cock in your mouth, don't you, boy?" I closed my eyes and nodded humbly. _____ Please write me at Dom6789@hotmail.com. I'm dying to write the next chapter, but I'd really love your feedback, first. Please mention, 'SPANKING' or I'll be real confused, because I have another story, with comments to the same email address. --Thanks, Pete. I know it's monotonous, but I'll keep posting this notice at the end of a chapter--hoping you'll all write me a note. :-) WRYTE A NOWT. Dom6789@hotmail.com THE OTHER STORY: hot-younger-brother __________ EMAIL STUFF: Al: Thanks for the great praise--glad you liked the twist. As for your idea: I like it so much, I'll use it. Stay tuned. ("No" on the lock tape, btw.) B26__: Wow! Glad to hear that compliment. Thank you. Bill: Thanks so much. Ed B: Thank you, SIR! Wow. Gary: Damn! Those were some compliments. Thank you so much, especially for the great praise of the writing. Your questions--well, I'll have to think about those. Howard: Wow, thanks! Islander: Thanks. John C: Wow, thanks John. :-) I'm glad you enjoyed it. Loren D: Okay, you win* the undies, :-). Great email, thanks. *It's a metaphorical win. Mathew: Great to hear from you again--and I agree. Now as to what Pete actually does, that's up to him, so you never know. :-) Mike: "Todd and Pete....sooo hot"? Thanks, man. Phidge: Wow--what can I say? Thanks--great comments. Scott R: Thanks so much. Scott W: WOW! slave don: Good boy.