Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2018 19:44:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Jared Nifty Subject: Jared's Addiction, part 4 This story is purely a work of fiction and a figment of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any human, alive or dead, place, business/corporation, or events, is purely coincidental. This work of fiction contains material that is sexual in nature and is not for consumption or reproduction by those younger than the age of 18 years in the United States or with accordance to local laws in other countries. Neither this work of fiction nor the author condones sexual activities performed on or by minors of less than 18 years of age. All rights reserved, 2018. PART 4 >>KENDRICK'S PERSPECTIVE<< Soccer practice was cancelled over Thanksgiving break so naturally I was missing the field. When I play soccer I have a chance to release all of my frustration and bottled-up anxiety in a healthy way. I'm having trouble in school? I never have trouble on the field. I have some beef with someone and it's gotten to the point where I want to fight them? I fight the ball. And it goes like that. So far, nothing has been so overwhelming that a nice scrimmage couldn't solve. But really, it's the people that I play with that keep me going. I don't know what I'd do without my soccer buds. I'm friends with basically everyone on the team but I'm especially good friends with a group of about five. That is, myself, Kal, Zack, Matt, and Chris. We're about as close as you can get without being gay. In fact, I might actually be gay for Kal! I'm kidding of course, but sometimes it feels like it, and I'm glad we're close. After a particularly gruesome practice, some of the boys and I were chatting in the locker room. The crew minus Kal, who skipped practice because he had to work. "Practices like this are what make me want to be able to go home to some good pussy, man. Fuck," Zack says, wiping his forehead with a hand towel he keeps in his locker. "You're telling me you have no bitches, Zack? You got no one on speed dial to smash?" Gabe, a newbie on the team, says. "Aw, fuck. I wish, man. It feels like they're playing a joke on me at this point," Zack replies, taking his sweat-drenched shirt off and wiping down his torso. "You don't even have access to a warm mouth, my man?" I ask him. "Yeah, man. It doesn't even have to be female!" Matt laughs, slipping on a fresh T-shirt. "What the fuck!?" I half-laugh, half-yell in disbelief. Zack's mouth is also wide-open. "Bro, it feels just as good, if not better because they know exactly what it's supposed to feel like, man! And plus they let you do anything you want to them. I've never had no female do that for me, man," Matt says defensively. I consider what he said. I guess it's not totally straight but the other guy's doing all the work, right? So he's the gay one. "I can't even imagine a dude being on my dick, Matt," I say. "I promise, bro," he says. I crinkle my nose at him. "I'm serious, bro! Hey, don't knock it till you try it," he says defensively. I consider who this mystery fag is that's all over Matt's dick. I literally don't know of any openly gay guys at school. Closeted... maybe. "Well who the fuck is it, then?" I ask. "I might need to try this bitch out then, shit." Matt looks up at the ceiling in thought, clearly trying to remember the name. "Uhhh, I wanna say his name was Jared, but I don't really remember. I'd never seen him before," he says. My heart instantly drops. I can feel it pounding in my stomach, and I know my face is going white. "W-what did he look like?" "Short, white, orange hair," he says. "Why, bro, you tryna fuck?" he laughs. My face goes completely blank. I grab my shit and duffel bag, and walk out of the door. Soccer practice is over. There's no constructive way for me to take out the anxiety that I'm feeling. Is my brother being pimped? By who? Is he okay with it? I can't imagine he is, I mean it sounds awful. Honestly, though, it could have been another Jared. There's probably someone by the same name that looks similar at our high school, I just haven't seen him before. So I'm probably freaking out over nothing. Even so, I can't help but be extremely angry and feel bad for him, and want to fucking kill whoever is doing this to him. I'm on my way home and all of these thoughts cloud my mind. I pull in the driveway and I realize I need some time to collect myself before I even talk to Jared about anything or it's all going to come spilling out. I might even say something I don't mean. This is difficult, however, when we both live in the same room. I decide what I'm going to do: I'm going to walk in and act like everything is completely normal. I'll sleep on it and decide what to do tomorrow. Yeah, I like that plan. When I walk in the door, everyone is already sitting down at the dinner table, about to eat the jambalaya that was cooked. Everyone except Jared. "Hey, Kenj. Come join us!" Percy says. "Alright," I say. "Hey, where's Jared?" "Not sure. He said he was going to be studying and sleeping over with friends tonight," my dad says. I let out a big sigh of relief and sit down at the table after dropping my bag off. Jared's "study date" got him to school the next day, and he came home with me after school. I didn't mention anything on the car ride home, but when we got home I had to say something - I wasn't going to put this off any longer. "Hey Jare?" I say, closing the door to our bedroom behind us. "What's up?" "Do you know someone named Matt?" I ask, watching his face closely. His left eye twitches, but it always does that. "Uhh... n-no?" He says. I ask him if he's sure. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure, Kenj, why do you ask?" "Where were you after school 2 days ago?" I ask. I know I already know the answer. I was positive when he hesitated before answering about Matt. But I need him to say it to me. I need him to say, `I was sucking off your friend Matt, that's what I was doing. I was totally fagging out, choking on your friend's dick.' "I was s-studying with my friend Kayla," he says. He's clearly lying. I've been his brother since he was born and he still thinks I can't tell when he's lying to me? It's so fucking infuriating how he's acting like I'm the dumbest person he's ever met. I sit down on my bed. "Lay across my legs," I demand, not breaking eye contact. Jared's face scrunches up in confusion, but mine doesn't budge. I'm not kidding. "What?" He asks desperately. "You fucking heard me, Jared. Lay across my legs on your stomach," I practically yell. "Why are you doing this?" Jared asks me, now using his puppy dog eyes. I have to admit: his puppy dog eyes work most of the time. He's just so damn adorable that when he uses them you practically don't have a choice but to let him and his rosy cheeks get whatever he wants. "Because I don't like liars," I say. "And you need to realize that there are consequences when you lie to me, Jared." He lowers his head and starts to move toward me. He inches closer and I grab his hand rather forcefully, moving him into a position on his stomach across my legs with his ass in the air. And what an ass it was. I'm telling you: I still don't understand how he has such a nice ass for a such a skinny boy. He rests all of his weight on me and I rest my left hand on his back, reassuringly. "Believe me, Jared. I don't like doing this, but you need to learn one way or another." "Learn what, Kenji?" He asks, a tone of sorrow in his voice. "Well, first off, not to fuck my friends, and also not to lie to me," I say. I lay my right hand on his right ass cheek. I raise my hand about 8 inches in the air, and deliver a rather hard blow to his ass through his basketball shorts and underwear. The sound of the slap is muffled through the fabric. "Ow!" Jared yelps, moving his right hand to cover his ass. "I'm doing this because I love you, Jared," I say. He nods dimly and I move his hand from his ass. "Did that hurt?" "Yeah, it did, Kenj." "Do you think I should stop or keep going?" I ask. "I think you should stop," he says, a tone of sadness in his voice. "Well, if you think that, then I need to keep going. You clearly don't understand the gravity of what you've done." I raise my right hand again and slap him again on the same ass cheek. He grunts, but doesn't let out another, `Ow!' "Do you think I should stop?" I ask. "Y-yes," he says. He really doesn't get it, does he? He needs to be punished until he realizes his mistakes, but he clearly hasn't yet. I rub his ass cheek reassuringly for a few seconds and tell him to stand up. He obeys and stands in front of me, facing me. "Take your shorts off," I command. He hesitates, a look of confusion on his face. "I-I don't th-think-" "It wasn't a fucking question, Jared," I say, no longer looking in his eyes, but at the smooth skin on his body, the few veins lining the exterior of his pale arms. He hesitates again, but slowly moves his arms to the waistband of his black basketball shorts. He backs up a few inches and pulls them down to his ankles. He's still in his tighty-whities phase. Maybe he thinks they're cute. He's definitely not wrong. "Leave them around your ankles," I say. He stands back up, and I motion for him to lay across my knees again. He rests all of his weight on me, his feet off of the floor. I rest my hand on the left cheek this time, feeling the fabric of the childish underwear. I deliver a spank to his left cheek this time, and I can tell it hurts a little more than when he had his shorts on. He grunts a little louder and sucks on his teeth. I smack him again. He gasps and I smack his little butt again, which is really filling out the fabric of his tighty-whities. He continues to grunt loudly and I smack him relentlessly on his bubble butt. Again and again and again. I rest my hand on his ass, exploring both cheeks and mapping the topography of his butt. My left hand finds its way up his shirt and gropes around his smooth and slightly lean back. I cannot believe I have my own brother in this position but I am absolutely loving having him at my every command. It makes me feel powerful in a way that I've never felt before. I lay my finger lightly on his crack and rub ever-so gently through his underwear. I can feel his dick getting hard immediately in response to this on my right knee, and I smile. I continue this until I can feel that he's totally hard. "Stand up," I command again. He hesitates because he knows that he has a full erection. "I said stand up, Jared," I say firmly. He places his hands on my left leg and props himself up. He's now standing in front of me, an extremely obvious tent in his underwear. I move my eyes from his down to his tent. "Are you enjoying this?" I ask. His eyes dart around the room. "I asked you a question, Jare." "I guess a little, yeah," he replies sheepishly. "And why is that? Do you like being spanked? Do you like having another boy touch you like this?" "Yes, sir," he says. A Freudian slip. His eyes go wide and his hands cover his mouth. He calms down when he realizes that I'm not angry, though. I'm smiling. I'm glad he said it. It means he thinks of me as his superior, and rightly so. "Take off your shirt," I say. There is no hesitation this time. He raises his white T-shirt over his head and throws it onto the floor, revealing his tight, lean bottom-boy body and pale pink nipples. He really was born to be a twink, in every respect of the word. I raise my hands to his small, supple nipples and pinch them both in between my fingers. He gasps at first, but must realize that he likes it, as his face relaxes as I play with his nipples more. I peek down and he's obviously still standing at full-mast. I lower my hands slowly, feeling every curve of his body on the way, from his tight abs down to the veins along his lower abdomen. I rest my hands on the waistband of his underwear and pull them down quickly. His dick springs to life, and I grab him by the waist to spin him around. I grope his ass cheeks and he moans audibly and even steps apart a little. Nothing can top the rush of adrenaline I have right now. I spin him around again and tell him to lay across my knees again. He lays down and I have a fully naked Jared laying across my knees, ready and willing to submit to my every command. I feel like a king, and he must feel like a faggot. Perfect. I immediately start spanking his ass, faster and faster. He lets out little boyish grunts every time I deliver a blow and I love it. His pale, white, hairless ass starts to turn pink but I don't budge. He needs to be punished for fucking my friends. He needs to know that it's not okay, and if it must be done like this for him to get the message, then so be it. I stop spanking to run my hands all along his body. His smooth shoulders, his lean back, down to his puffy boy butt, to his nearly hairless legs. "Tell me you love me, Jare," I say. "W-" he begins, but is cut off. "I said tell me you love me." "I love you, Kenj," he says, defeated. "I know you do, buddy." I say, moving my left hand toward his face, and putting my fingers near his mouth. "Open," I say. He opens his mouth and I slip my ring, middle, and index fingers in his wet, warm mouth. "Don't let these out of your mouth, do you hear me?" I say, my right hand still resting on his tight ass. "Yes, sir," he says, my finger muffling his words. "Good boy," I say, moving my hand below his body and grasping his fully hard dick, which is obviously leaking precum. "I want you to say `I love you, Kenj,' over and over until I tell you to stop. Go." "I love you, Kenj. I love you, Kenj," he begins. I slowly jerk his already lubricated dick up and down and can feel his body tensing up. I let go and shove my fingers deeper into his mouth, obscuring what he's saying even further. I move my hand to his rather small ball sack and give them a quick massage to relieve his tensions. "I lov yew ken, I lov yew ken," he continues, persevering through my fingers basically scratching the back of his throat. I move my hand back to his dick and continue jerking and his breathing gets heavier. He's so close already with virtually no stimulation. I pick up the pace and jerk him off quicker and quicker. This entire time, he doesn't stop saying he loves me, and I know he means it. I can feel his dick get harder and harder and finally he bursts, ejaculating white cum all over the carpet, leaving a pool directly below his dick. I stay in this position, milking my brother's cock for about a minute, and realize that my right hand had been stimulating his hole the entire time. Maybe that's what I wanted to be doing all along. I remove my fingers from his mouth and help him stand up by lifting from his belly. I stand up alongside him and give him a soft kiss on the forehead. "I love you, Kenj," he says again. "I know, Jare," I reply. "Now go take a shower," I say, giving him the hardest spank of the day on the way out. He looks so fucking adorable naked, with his tight bubble butt bouncing behind him. He was born to be fucked. NOTE: Please send all comments and suggestions to JaredsNifty@yahoo.com. Thanks!