Date: Wed, 09 Jul 2003 00:52:07 -0400
From: Pete Marenga <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spankin' Younger Brother - Chapter 7

SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 7 - "Poor, Poor, Todd"
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Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga

Don't let Pete run out of petro and stall!
WRITE TO PETE AT:  dom6789@hotmail.com   Mention 'SPANK,'
or I'll be confused.      (Don't you just LOVE 'petro?!')
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The brothers are:  Pete, 17 and Todd, 14.
Pete's friend is:  Shawn, 13  (a TALL 13, remember?)
                   (big shoes, too)
                   (probably never runs out of petro)
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CHAPTER 7
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In this chapter:

        He screamed and screamed and kicked his legs . . .
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    In my hurry to tie Todd to the bed, I'd almost forgotten I
was going to throw some water on him, later--and wanted to keep
the bed dry--so I grabbed the plastic sheet, which I then deftly
shoved under him at the last minute.  I had to sleep there, too,
eventually.  I had a little trouble with the ropes, and Todd
kicked my back a few times while I tied his wrists down.

    I took the chastity belt off him and grabbed his balls.  I
would put the belt back on him, later, when I left him alone.
With the ball-squeezer thing on it, the chastity belt was a great
baby-sitter, but I wanted it off him so I could have ball access
to my little brother.  Just then, I got a wild kick to the back.

    "One more kick, little brother and I'll squeeze these little
round things like THIS--until they're squashed FLAT!" I said, as
I gave Todd's balls a good mashing, making sure the tips of my
fingers dug into the rubbery flesh, as the site recommended.
Todd quickly sucked in a breath and screamed, as his face--which
got red immediately--twisted in pain.

    "Oh, God, AH!  No--please, Pete--AWWRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

    Judging from his reaction, my one hard squeeze was agony to
the poor kid!  When Todd settled down from the pain, his legs
finally were still.

    "What a good boy!  You kicked when I squeezed your balls--
which I guess is ok performance for now--but you held nice and
still while I tied you, this time.  You're learning so fast,
Todd.  I'm proud of you.  That was a good scream, too.  Great
improvement over the last one," I said, as I finished tying Todd
to the bed, and picked up the cane.

    "Oh, God, Pete--no, NO!" Todd yelled, knowing what I held in
my hand.

    "Let's see--where did that site say it was best to start when
punishing a really bad boy with a cane?"

    "PLEASE, Pete--no!  Go EASY on me!"

    "Shit!  After what you did to me, you're lucky if you come
out of this alive--and I'll make sure you do.  So, you should be
THANKING me!" I said, as I went to my computer to reread what the
site had said.

    "Oh, please, please . . . ." Todd said, his voice trailing
off, crying in mounting despair.  At least he was showing he knew
I meant business.

    "Oh, here it is.  For maximum pain when correcting an errant
boy, before caning, lay him on his stomach, then cane him,
starting about 6 inches above the ankles, and work your way up to
the mid back, slowly.  Wait between strokes--don't rush them.  If
a cane is not available, a tawse may be used.  Click to see how
to make a tawse by combining several leather belts and cutting
little strips, called tails, at one end."

    "Oh, GOD!" Todd squeaked like a 6 year old boy.

    "Oh, little baby brother!  Wow!  That sounds like FEAR in
your voice.  That's so good.  They say that fear can help you to
experience less pain.  But don't worry--I'll hit extra hard, so
that nasty fear thing won't spoil your fun."

    "Ah!  What's that?" Todd shouted in surprise, as the cold
water hit his skin.

    "Oh, don't be concerned, little Todd.  That's just water.
You read all these sites, too.  Don't you remember?  The water
makes the pain worse."  I dabbed the cold water all over his
back, butt, and the backs of his legs.  I raised my arm as high
as it would go.  I began to concentrate so I could bring the cane
down to his skin at maximum speed and force.

    "WHIPP!"  "WHIPP!"  I hit him full force with the cane once
on each leg, just above the ankles.

    "Whaaarrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!  YAAHHRRRRRRGHHHHH!!" Todd
screamed, trying his best to kick his legs, despite the ropes.

    "Hmmmm, maybe I hit too low.  I'll try a little higher."

    Each time I hit higher, Todd's screams got louder, and his
legs tried to kick harder.  When I got to his inner thighs, his
screams hurt my ears.

    He screamed and screamed and kicked his legs, but I just kept
hitting.

    "Oh, come on, boy!  Save your loudest scream for the god
part!  I didn't get to hit the fold between your legs and your
butt, yet.  They say that's where it hurts the most, if you do it
right."

    Todd kept screaming.  His distorted, dark red face was
beginning to look good to me.

    "Now I'll show you, Todd:  I can control how loud you
scream," I said, as I digressed, and hit just above the fold
behind the knee.

    "WHIPP!  WHIPP!!

    As I'd predicted, he screamed louder.  Of course, when I hit
the fold at the top of the thigh, that caused his loudest scream
yet, and my little brother was hitting some really grand high
notes.  It was good finally to see tears running down his little
red cheeks.

    "Gee, Todd--I didn't know you could sing so well.  Oh, I
almost forgot the wooden spoon for your balls---can't leave your
little nuts out of the fun!"

    "God, no!  PLEASE, Pete!!"

    "SMACK!  SMACKKK!  SPLATT!  SMMAACCCKKKK!!"

    "NAWWWWW!  NOOOOooooooooooooooo!  OWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

    Hitting him in the balls seemed to make him the most animated
and agitated.  I wanted to continue, but the target kept moving
around.  I finally remembered to use one of those thin leather
straps, and tied one to his little nut sack, then pulled it tight
while I beat his balls with the wooden spoon.

    That worked really well, and I was amazed at the beautiful,
pitiful screams the poor boy let out.  His fists tried to match
his legs in pounding on the bed.  Todd was magnificently rhythmic
about it all.

    I wasn't ready to cane his back, but I was anxious to cane
his little butt.  I was careful to start at less than full
strength and build the force up slowly, like the site had said.

    Todd's screams weren't quite as loud as some of the earlier
highlights, but the steady, harsh caning eventually got his voice
up to full blast.  His legs and fists went about their rhythmic
pounding again.  The side of his face contrasted brilliant red
against the white of his pillow.  I spoke when his screaming
settled down.

    "Well, I guess it's time for a break, little slave!  Mostly a
break for me--but I wouldn't want you to die, on me, so I guess
it's for you, too.

    "Oh, God, please!" Todd said, panting heavily, "My nuts!"

    I promise I won't forget--you'll get more ball beating later.
But for now, I bought something special for you," I said.

    Todd turned and twisted to see what it was but he could not
get the right viewing angle.

    "It's just a little something to soothe those nasty marks
from the cane," I said, spreading the slick stuff on the backs of
his legs, from ankles to butt.

    "What is it," Todd asked, trembling.

    "Ben-Gay.  Don't worry, Todd--they say it's real good for
pain," I said, finishing up with his butt so I could get the
right parts of him covered with the stuff, quickly.  Of course,
Todd knew nothing about Ben-Gay.  I doubted if he'd even heard of
it.  I put a nice-sized dab on his balls, too.

    I slipped the chastity belt back on him--making sure his
tight nuts fit correctly into the ball squeezing mechanism--and
left the room, closing the door.  I was sure the Ben-Gay only
needed a few more seconds to start kicking in, and little brother
Todd would get his first surprise.

    I heard his first screams of agony as I was washing my hands.
It was really cool hearing his voice get stronger as the Ben-Gay,
applied at different times, took effect in stages.  I decided to
wash my hands twice, just to make sure I had it all off my skin.
I was going ask Shawn to come over, and I didn't want to get any
on him.

    Then, I heard the fiercest, loudest scream, ever.  I guess
that's when the Ben-Gay on his balls kicked in.

    I wondered if I could make him improve on that scream, and I
decided to challenge myself.  I stood outside the bedroom door
and aimed the remote, then turned up the ball-pressure.  Sure
enough, I heard a little-brother scream so gruesome it made my
skin crawl.  I was happy.  I turned the pressure off, for a
minute.

    After Todd's screaming slowed considerably, I turned his ball
pressure up to "MISERABLE," which was the setting he'd kept me
on, for hours at a time.  Instead of his former screams, he let
out just an audible moan, punctuated by an occasional, 'Aw!' or
'Shit!'

    I waited a few seconds, then turned Todd's ball pressure up
one notch ABOVE miserable--a pain level just about unbearable,
but nothing like the barbaric torture of the higher settings.

    Immediately, Todd began to scream again and knew what I had
done to him.

    "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!  God!  God!  You FUCKER!" Todd yelled,
"Ohhhhhhhhh SHHHITTTTT!  Turn that DOWN!"

    I thought silence on my part would be the best way to rub it
in.  After all, Todd doesn't really KNOW I turned it up.  I
wanted him to think--to worry--that maybe the pain was getting
worse by itself; for him to have some doubt that I had done
anything.  With me being totally quiet, Todd had no way of
knowing if I was even close by.

    I went downstairs without making a sound.  I needed time
anyway, to plan out what to do to Todd, but I was more interested
in getting Shawn over here so I could finally CUM!  As I thought
about that, my cock and balls all throbbed at once--which told me
I was making the right choice.

    Before phoning Shawn from the kitchen, I put on a slight dab
of cologne--an expensive kind I'd bought just for Shawn; one that
had been advertised on the net as containing pheromones
guaranteed to be a sexual turn-on to boys and young men.  I got
hard, smelling it, so I figured it would work on Shawn, too.

    I just told Shawn to come here to the house.  I reminded him
to bring the lube, but he said he already had it in his pocket.

    "That's good, Shawn--that's very good," I said in my best
master's voice.

    Shawn's reaction was a muffled, shy-sounding giggle.  I could
picture him blushing on the other end of the line.  I wanted to
bite his ass and shove my dick into it, right then.

    "Remember I haven't cum all day, so get your little butt over
here," I said, pushing the master bit.  There was a smile in my
voice that I was sure blended with the roughness in it--enough to
tell him I had feelings about him, and wasn't just going to use
him.

    "Ohhh!" Shawn gasped in surprise, choosing to hear more
roughness than smile, I supposed.  "I can imagine what you'll do
to my butt.  And I'll pedal as fast as I can," the kid said
enthusiastically.

    "Yeah, well, don't slip on the gravel," I said.  "It's pretty
bad since everything dried out."  That was as close as I dared
let myself sound like my father--when he'd be all worried and say
stuff like, 'Be careful, son.'  I always knew he loved, me,
though.

    To make sure Todd would have no clue as to Shawn's arrival, I
stood waiting at the door, so Shawn wouldn't knock or ring the
bell.  I ran to the laundry room and got a new pair of underwear.

    I got naked and grabbed some hot-looking, flesh-colored
bikini briefs, went back upstairs and waited for Shawn by the
front door.

    My dick was so hard, it wouldn't stay in the damn briefs, so
I ran back down to the laundry room and got a clean pair of
shorts to wear.  I guessed that was better, anyway.  It would be
fun, taking off the shorts, then Shawn would suddenly see my
hardon spilling out of my briefs--as if my cock was so big that
my underwear couldn't hold it all.

    I think I was breaking the record for seventeen-year-olds for
the longest time a male stayed hard without cumming.  I had just
thought that when I spotted Shawn's bike coming up the street.  I
opened the front door and put my finger to my lips to tell him to
be quiet.  When he got close to the door, I whispered.

    "Shhh.  Bring your bike in the house."

    Wide-eyed and cute as ever, Shawn grinned energetically and
lifted his bike over the threshold and into the room.  It was
interesting that Shawn was dressed totally in white--a flattering
t-shirt, and snug white shorts that showed his dick so well, I
could have measured it with his clothes on.

    "You look nice," I said--not as reservedly as I had wanted
to, but the blush and grin on Shawn's face were very sexy.

    "Hi," Shawn said, all breathy and nervous.

    "Well--do I have to tear your clothes off you, or are you
gonna get naked?" I said.

    "Oh, yes--sorry," Shawn said, as if he thought it was
perfectly natural for me to expect him to already KNOW to get
naked right away for me.

     It was just like they said on all the boy/man, master/slave
sites.  If you even halfway force a boy to undress in front of
you, he'll blush and you'll be really turned on.  It was very
sexy watching him strip down, right in my living room--and him
watching me while he did it.

    I decided to try a new thing with Shawn.  I stared at his
eyes as hard as I could.  Sure enough, a few seconds later, his
eyes caught mine, and he stopped what he was doing.

    "What?" he said, red-faced and blushing--obviously wondering
what was up.

    I lowered my eyes and looked at a spot on the floor directly
in front of my feet, then directed my gaze back at Shawn.

    It was like magic--Shawn walked toward me, his expression
calmed, his lips parted sensuously, his eyes fixed on mine, and
he stood right where I had looked on the floor.

    When he got very close, I closed my eyes to see what he'd do,
and he did just what I wanted--kissed me.  It was like I had
forced him to read my mind--which sounds really weird to me now,
but it made sense at the time.

    I grabbed him, kissing him back and forcing my tongue into
his hot mouth.

    "Rmmmphhh, mmmmmmmmm!" he moaned.  My hands went to his back
and pulled him tightly toward me.

    "I want you," we both said at once.

    Without prompting, Shawn removed the rest of his clothing,
then, looking at me, he blushed.

    "Nice," I said, feeling the throb in my whole body.  Then I
motioned toward the basement, "Come on.  Take your clothes."

    In the basement, we stood next to the sofa.  I reached my
hand down just under his balls, rubbed the skin at the very
bottom, barely touching it.  "Ohhhh," he moaned, as I stared at
his dick.

    "Man, you do a hell of a hardon--you know that?"  Shawn's
dick looked like a dark red little pole that had started to drip
with water.  I knelt and lapped at the bottom of his sack with
the tip of my tongue.

    "Oh, God!" he moaned.

    Then I took my hand and slapped his nuts.

    "OWWWWWW!"

    I leaned back to see him better while he caught his breath,
recovering from the shock of pain.  "Looks like lots of precum
now," I said, touching his slick, flowing, clear stream at the
last minute--lapping it up just before it would have rolled to
his balls and dripped to the floor.

    "OH!"

    I sat on the couch just to see what Shawn would do.

    He looked at me, smiled, and put himself face down, over my
lap.  He settled in comfortably, with his bone poking my thigh,
and his pubes pressing down on my cock.

    I put my legs more tightly together to give his dick more of
a squeeze.  He seemed to like that.  Then I sat motionless and
totally quiet.  A few minutes passed while I admired Shawn's
beautifully-shaped butt, back and shoulders.

    "Well," he said timidly, "um, did you want to finish?"

    "Finish?"  I was leading him on.

    "Yes--finish what got interrupted today."

    "Interrupted?" I said.  Then I heard him exhale sharply.

    "Yes--the spanking."

    "Oh, THAT!" I said, "Glad you remembered," I said.

    "Unless you'd rather f--"

    "No, this is fine."

    "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK."

    I gave Shawn five very hard smacks on each cheek with my
hand.  He seemed to like it.  At least his dick throbbed the
whole while.

    "You could . . . do it harder . . . if you wanna."

    "Nah," I said, "any harder and I'd hurt my hand.  You just
have a strong butt, sexy!

    "Pete--you think I'm sexy?"

    "Stand up," I said softly.

    I stood with him--our bodies face-to-face, almost touching

    I stared into him, and began to run my hands slowly and very
softly down his shoulders.  Then I slid, feather-like, up and
down his arms, back, finally his ribs, hips, and smooth upper
legs--and Shawn felt the pulse of my cock strengthen and quicken
against his body as my hands explored him.

    It was obvious--he knew I was getting more aroused because of
his body.  The reason for his tears wasn't so obvious.

    "Oh, God!" he cried, "To you, I really AM sexy."

    "Not just TO ME, Shawn--you ARE.  You just are."

    A little smile came to his face.  "I don't think of myself
that way . . . . YOU'RE the one who's sexy."

    I just stared at him with a neutral smile on my face.  Shawn
took his cues from my eyes.  He lay on the couch now, on his
back, lifting his legs timidly but expectantly.

    "Where's the lube you brought?" I asked softly.

    "I'll get it," Shawn said.

    "No!  I'm gonna do it," I said, kneeling and kissing him on
the lips.  I grabbed his shorts and found the little KY tube in
the pocket.  "Good choice, Shawn."

    "Oh, God!" he cried.

    "You're scared," I said, as if I'd discovered some secret.

    "Yes."

    "Shawn--it's your first time, isn't it?"

    "Yes."

    "That's ok, I'm kind of in the same boat," I said, getting
more comfortable revealing myself to him, and letting his legs
down gently, "I never fucked anyone before."  I thought Shawn
would be shocked, but he just had the same cute face, the same
beautiful wide eyed look, and seemed to just take in everything I
said or did, without question.

    "Don't you want to . . . fuck me anymore?"

    "Sure I do!  It's just that . . . "

    "You CARE, don't you?"

    "What?  Well--"

    "It bothered you that it was my first time--you were afraid
it might be too much for me, right?" Shawn said tenderly, looking
at my cock, which was not getting any softer.

    I wanted to answer him, but I was in total conflict.

    "You wanna hurt me, but only if I want it, too.  You really
don't wanna be mean to me, do you?"

    "Yeah," I said, stunned.  "How'd you figure that out?"

    "I didn't figure anything out," Shawn said, close to tears
again.  It was strange, the way his emotions made him that much
cuter, more huggable.  "I just let myself start out thinking you
loved me.  The rest was easy."

    "I do.  I mean--I love you."

    With the look on Shawn's face, he didn't have to say it back.
Besides, I think he was in shock and couldn't talk, hearing me
say it.  Whatever he was feeling, he'd gone limp, and I carried
him into the spare room.

    He seemed to perk up a little, then.  His eyes alert,
watching me, approving, hoping, pleading.  The silence was sexy,
especially with Shawn's expressive face telling me so much.

    I took his pleading look to mean he finally felt ready for me
to make love to him, to fuck him.  Somehow, he trusted me now--
more than he had five minutes ago.  Tenderly I lubricated him and
myself, lifted his ankles, and pressed my chest into his upturned
legs.

    Gently, I guided my cock into place and pushed just enough to
make a dent in the target--his warm, soft hole.  I didn't know
what to call it--his boyhole?  his lovehole?  But it hit me that
I was going to make it mine, now.  I pulled back to look, and
God! it looked impossibly small.

    I wanted to take a gentle, soft approach, and not hurt him,
but the little sexy squeaks and angelic looks of his were
distracting me and not helping matters.  If anything, they made
me want to abandon any reserve, and just plow into the kid.

    But I didn't.  I just leaned more forward, gradually letting
the head of my cock stretch his virgin hole--and it felt so hot
and tight on the skin of my dick.  I kept watching his face, and
didn't see anything bad there, so I pushed a little more.

    Shawn gently shook his head.

    "What--I'm hurting you?"

    He shook his head again.  "Just shove it hard," Shawn said
wistfully.  It was obvious Shawn was in some kind of dream state.

    "That'll hurt," I said.

    "I'll take that chance."

    "No!  I'm in charge," I said decisively, pinning his arms to
the mattress, "and I'll hurt you when I want to hurt you, and now
is not one of those times."

    "Uhhh . . . " Shawn moaned.  He seemed confused, but happy.

    I had my body stretched out over him because I had my hands
on his wrists and my cock in his butt.  It was a strain, but the
things that I was starting to feel in my dick were definitely
worth it.  I sunk down into him a little more.

    Damn--it really was tempting to shove in, now.  But no way
was I going to take Shawn's virginity while giving him pain.

    "Ahh!" I said, after the tip of my cock finally broke
through, and I felt impossibly good feelings--and it became more
impossible to hold back and not slide right in.

    I brought my hands closer to me, sliding them on the bed, and
taking his wrists with me.  This made it easier and gave me more
control over my movements and depth of penetration.

    What a feeling of power!  My pole--huge in comparison to his
tiny hole--going into his body, filling him up, while making him
helpless to prevent it, despite the fact he wanted it.  I must
have precum a lot at that point, because I started to slide into
him easier and faster.

    "Ummmmmm!" I groaned as I felt my cock hit bottom.  Now I
knew I was really ready to move--to pull back and pump him.  To
pump in and out of him with all the speed and strength I had.  My
dick needed it--demanded it--and I geared my body up for the
task.

    "Oh, God, yes!  Stay that way!" Shawn shouted.

    "You're kidding, right?"

    "No."

    "Oh, fuck!"

    "Ok, Pete, then--do what you have to."

    I did the only thing I knew to do--pump my cock in and out of
him, until it seemed like a year's worth of cum shot out of me.

    "Oh God!" Shawn screamed, in his thinner, higher voice.

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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.

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