Date: Thu, 29 Feb 2024 05:39:24 -0800
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle Submits to his Baby Brother, Chapter 2

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So... Kyle is not totally stupid and certainly not helpless. He could
easily overpower little 120# Timmy. But he did tend to think with his
dick. I mean, his brain told him rational stuff, like.... "You're
straight!" In an erotic situation, his dick would take over and dictate
otherwise. Like... His dick was ordering him to let Timmy continue to give
him pleasure. Not usual for a dumb muscle jock. So, Kyle closed his eyes
and turn off his brain, and... The story continues:

Kyle Submits to His Baby Brother, Chapter 2

Part 2 of 4

"Oh God, bro. I am so sorry for manipulating you to jerk me off. I'm sorry
for abusing you tonight and making you play with my body." He sniffled
more. What the fuck? It's the other way around. Timmy was abusing Kyle! All
this stress and erotic fondling has got Kyle in a twisted brain fuck. But
hey, Timmy thought it was great for him to believe that.

"Everything you say is right on. You have been abusing me." Timmy told
him. "But I will help you out. I'm helping you now. That's why we are
whispering, and I have not called out to Mindi, who is sitting just outside
our window. (Of course, that is a lie; she left long ago.) As long as you
cooperate, I will NOT call her to come in. OK? I'm your protector. I'm the
only one who can protect you and keep you from the police arresting you as
a child molester. I mean, stripping your little brother naked and
manipulating him to be your sex slave? Wow! You have become perverted scum,
haven't you? But I will protect you, buddy. You see how good I am to you?"

"Oh God, Timmy. Thank you so much. I love you, man. I need you. Please
don't tell on me. I'll do whatever you want. I love to look at your
fantastic little boy's buffed body. You are so sexy, man." Kyle has been
kept on edge and in a state of unbelievable mental torment. Kyle saw his
life falling apart.

Timmy was shocked to hear that. Was it true? Or just the lust of the
moment. He wondered. "I don't deserve your help, Timmy. But I am so
thankful we are keeping my disgusting behavior all very quiet. You are
keeping me out of prison. Fuck! You are so important to me. I'll do
anything to repay your kindness. I promise I will be quiet and obey. Thank
you so much."

Timmy wasn't experienced, but he understood that his brother needed him, at
least right now. So, who is manipulating whom? He was not sure. And, of
course, Timmy knew that when this little torture session ended, Kyle might
beat the crap out of him. So he wanted to be careful, pushy, yet not
insane. The safe route, Timmy thought, was just to agree with Kyle. He's
currently under tremendous physical and emotional stress and not in his
right mind. But that's perfect, for now, Timmy smiled. Still, he wanted to
push it a little more. He figured he was a kid in the candy store, and the
candy was free.

"OK, I will do you a huge favor to show you how much I care for you. I'm
going way out of my way and getting you to lower your hips and relax."

Kyle immediately let his torso fall to the mattress and just
collapsed. "Oh, Timmy, Timmy. Thank you. You are so good to me."

Timmy imagined his big brother fucking him right there on the bed,
willingly, with no tricks, no bondage, no coercing. It's all he wanted, his
big bro fucking him lovingly. He'd lay on his belly; Kyle would find him
sexy and be eager to "make love" to little bro. He just needed to figure
out how to get the mental image to become reality.  Right now, he is
working on it.

"Well, we are not finished." Timmy took his spoon drumsticks and beat
Kyle's giant, stiff towering dick again. He rapidly beat the right side of
his quivering boner for 10 seconds on the topside, then 10 seconds for the
underside, then the left side, and lastly, the right side. THEN repeated
the around-the-pole tour over and over.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Kyle's dick was dancing all over the place. He had his full
body weight on his hands. He was helpless. His dick was twitching and
bobbing and jerking and spitting precum as the dick drumming went on. Kyle
curled his toes tightly. Timmy could see that.

Again, he wanted to push it more. But he did not want to try something that
Kyle would absolutely reject. So he had to be coy and probe his big
bro. "Kyle, do you need me to jerk you off now?"

"OH GOD PLEEAAASSSEEE!!!

"But what if I want to have more fun first? Is that OK? I mean, if you
think I deserve to have fun."

Kyle was at his breaking point. His dick was screaming for release. "OH MY
GOD! YES. Please have fun." And he cried aloud, but softly so as to not be
heard by the Mindi who was not even there..

"Well, I'm tired of drumming, so where can I put these spoon drumsticks so
I'll know they will be safe? I mean, I want you to keep them for me. So
where can I put them?" Kyle did know what he meant. "Should I have you keep
them in your mouth? No. I could place them in your pocket. No, you don't
have any pockets. In your ears or nostrils? No, now that would be
silly. Hum. Now, where?"

"In... in.... in... my... my ass? Sir?

"Oh, of course. In your asshole. That is a nice warm place to keep them
safe for me. Yes." Timmy added, "But, Kyle, I can't put them in there
unless you lift your ass up nice and high." Timmy wanted Kyle to submit
himself as much as possible. And up came Kyle's ass. He was
whimpering. "Now, what do you say?"

"May I please keep your spoon drumsticks warm in my asshole, please"

"Of course," Timmy slowly wiggled the spoon ends all around his ass lips,
teasing them. he inserted them a little and then slid them out a bit. The
cold metal moving around those asslips felt erotic to Kyle. Then, Timmy
pushed them in a few inches and wiggled them aggressively, driving Kyle
crazy.

"I'M CUMING! I'M CUMING! OHHHHHHH!" Timmy quickly slapped Kyle's dick
really hard, sending precum -- probably some cum as well - spraying against
the wall. Back and forth, he slapped it. Then squeezed Kyle's balls, and
the dick finally obeyed its new Master and returned from the edge without
blasting off.

"Oh God, I was just there! Oh, please, please. Just one stroke will do it
!"

"You'd better keep your voice to a whisper, or you'll become someone's
bitch... in prison!"

"Oh, sorry. I am so sorry. I have no more control. I am so useless."

"Kyle, I still love you. In fact, I want to give you a big wet kiss. Would
that be OK with you?"

"Oh God, YES. I'd love that, bro. Yes, a wet kiss. Oh, thank you."

"And I want to feel your tongue. Can you do that? Show me." Kyle stuck out
his tongue. "Yes, but push it out more. I want to know you will use your
full tongue to give your Master a big wet French kiss."

Kyle nodded eagerly and pushed his tongue way out. Then said, "Oh yes,
Timmy." It's not that Kyle wanted to kiss his brother, but at least it was
not anything extreme, and he could live with giving a brother kiss to
Timmy.

Timmy stood up and, with difficulty, pushed his brother onto his side, then
quickly cut the duct tape to free his wrists, though he left the tape
binding his feet to the baseball bat. Timmy was not positive Kyle would
continue to submit, but he was a daring little prick. "Remember, Mindi is
just a simple shout out away," he warned his big bro. Kyle nodded. He had
Kyle roll back on his back. Timmy stepped to his head and planted his feet
at each of his brother's shoulders, facing Kyle's feet. Then slowly
squatted down, lowering his asshole to just over Kyle's mouth. "Are you
ready to give me that huge French Kiss?"

Kyle knew what was about to happen. He never had his mouth near any
asshole, man or woman, but he knew this was happening now. "Ready?" Kyle
nodded. "No, what do you say?"

"Please, Timmy, please sit on my face and let me kiss your asshole." Kyle
wanted -- needed -- to throw up. He was a buff-up U.S. Marine! He was 23
and a muscled 230 lbs. AND! This faggot twerp, this nerdy, skinny teenager,
who might weigh all of 120 pounds, wants to sit his mouth. AND to have him
shove his big Marine tongue up his little bro's shitty asshole. WHO THE
FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS?! AND... he wants Kyle to beg him for the
privilege to do it! On the other hand, he reflected, if Mindi came in here
or even poked her head through the open window -- Then what? Kyle has
witnessed Mindi when she gets jealous, she gets vicious us! He'd be
convicted of child abuse, tossed out of my family and the Marines, and wind
up in prison. These were real possibilities. He could not take the risk,
that chance. He started to cry but held back. He forced a pathetic smile on
my face.

"And tell me, my handsome Kyle, what a great job you will do. Describe
it. Tell me how much you want to do this."

Kyle did not want to do this but took a deep breath and whimpered, "Sir, it
would be my honor and privilege to stick my worthless tongue into your
fabulous asshole and lick inside and kiss it all over." He held back his
tears of humiliation. "And I will spread your ass cheeks to work my slave
tongue way up in your sexy, masterful, sexy ass."

Timmy lowered his ass and let Kyle take hold of his cheeks in his hands to
guide his master's hole over his open mouth. For Timmy, it was
amazing. Kyle's strong tongue worked all around. He licked and nibbled
everywhere he could. Timmy was in heaven. He was out of his mind in erotic
sensations unlike he had ever experienced or read about. Ever since he saw
rimming videos on GayTies.com, he wanted to experience it but never
believed it would really happen. He heard himself moan. He was in a
blissful daze. The moaning continued. But then, oddly, Timmy realized that
it was not him moaning, but ... Kyle! But of course, Kyle was playing it
up, fanning pleasure. That was fine. Pretending pleasure from his brother
is just part of the game. Timmy felt very comfortable because Kyle, with
his strong hand and arms, was resting his elbows on the mattress and easily
holding up and supporting Timmy's light-weight, teenage bottom, creating a
nice seat or... throne for Timmy to relax.

Timmy had never felt so much erotic pleasure. He sat on his brother's "hand
throne" for only a few minutes. Then, he realized he'd best not overdo his
brother's humiliation. He wasn't stupid; he knew Kyle wanted none of
this. Just from reading the ghastly expression on Kyle's face as he lowered
himself onto it, he knew Kyle would be angry and would feel absolutely
disgusted. So, Timmy stopped the ass-eating and moved up off Kyle's mouth
and out of his grip. But as Timmy went to straighten his legs to stand up,
Kyle didn't let go. Kyle's big hands and long fingers held Timmy's cute
little ass down, pressing back onto his mouth, sealing the mouth-to-asshole
connection.

Timmy was confused. He looked down at Kyle's dick. WHAT A FUCKING SHOW! It
was fully boned up, twitching, jerking, and bobbing. It was dancing so
happily, and it was not stopping. Kyle was not just holding Timmy's ass
cheeks, he was spreading them as wide as they would go, trying to get his
tongue up there as far as possible. For the first time, Timmy was actually
helpless. He was now the one being controlled. He probably couldn't stand
up if he tried his hardest. Kyle was moaning with such pleasure, and
Timmy's eyeballs were rolling around in their sockets as he was
experiencing a drug-free high like never before.

Timmy managed to change his position without dislodging Kyle's tongue. With
his full weight nicely in Kyle's strong hands, Timmy lilted his feet off
the mattress and placed them on Kyle's chest. So he was sitting with his
knees elevated, like a man sitting in a little kid's chair. This caused
Timmy's ass to be pushed down more, opening it further. Kyle moaned. He was
feeling good vibes from his ass-eating. More than that, Timmy strategically
placed his feet near two gorgeous perky nipples to tickle them and squeeze
them with his toes. He even used his toenails to scratch at them.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" Kyle's body bounced up and jerked a few times. His hips were
moving rhythmically up and down, desperately trying to find friction to
trigger his climax, but he was only fucking air. For many of us, there is
something about sexy bare feet touching us that drives us to an erotic high
and over the edge.

This was a formerly unknown erotic sensation for Kyle. But he sure realized
it now. AND SO DID TIMMY!

After working on Kyle's sensitive nipple for quite a while and staring at
his dancing dick, Timmy wanted to push it more! He turned his attention to
Kyle's mighty power tool. Timmy stretched out his legs a little, enough to
fondle Kyle's mighty, twitching dick with the soles of his feet. Just like
one would use the palms of their hands to warm, Timmy now uses the bottom
of his feet to work on that massive, dancing boner. You know, when you
quickly rub your palms together, they warm up? Yep. That's how Timmy uses
the soles of his feet. He rubbed them rapidly in opposite directions like
he was forming sausage.

"AAAHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Kyle's hips bucked
uncontrollably. "AAAAAHHHHH!"

Timmy was going to demand he stop moving, but he was enjoying the wavy ride
his big hunk stud Marine bro was giving him, so much so he continued to
work Kyle's dick with his bare feet. Kyle was now biting all around Timmy's
asshole and nibbling, which may have been harder than he should have, but
Timmy was glad to pay the price.

Timmy finally stood up, and the exhausted Kyle let him. Kyle immediately
reached for his hair-trigger dick to shoot off. "STOP NOW!" Kyle, feeling
embarrassed, quickly released his twitching dick. "Shit, I can't trust you,
can I?" Timmy nudged his brother on his side and taped his wrist behind his
back again. "I should punish good for that."

"Please, Timmy, please don't call out to Mindi. Please."

"You fucking idiot. I was just fucking with you." Timmy displayed a wicked
grin. "Don't you know I love you? That I would never hurt you like that?
Mindi left an hour ago, you fucking stupid jarhead."

Kyle shook his head. Did he hear that? Mindi was not there this past hour?
Yet... Kyle did not seem too upset. Perhaps he was even relieved. If he
knew Mindi was not there, none of "this" would have happened. Was it a bad
thing or a good thing? He was surprisingly calm in his reflection. The only
thing that wasn't calm was Kyle's huge, twitching, dripping boner. "Ok,
Timmy, Ok. You had your fun. Now that this is over, please release me and
let me beat off, please?"

All the fun and this wonderful power trip were nice... for the moment, but
Timmy was a bottom. He wanted nothing more than to get fucked by his big
bro.

"No, I don't want you to waste your load. You're going fuck me crazy."

"Timmy. I can't do that. That would make me a faggot like you." Kyle seemed
to come to his senses. "No. I won't. I can't." Kyle was direct and
insistent. He thought about it, though. He had to get out of this mess
Timmy got him into. He changed the expression on his face to be more
compliant. He had a plan, "Ok. You win. I know the only way you'll end this
is if I fuck you." Timmy's face lit up. "So... I give, I give up."

"What do you mean, bro" Timmy smiled.

"I'll fuck you as you wish," Kyle replied, seemingly embarrassed, "but
let's do it properly. Cut me loose. I promise I won't do nothing."

Although Timmy was suspicious, he grabbed the scissors. Kyle sighed with
relief. This was going easier than he expected. That nerd really fell for
his trick. Timmy cut the duct tape from his ankles and removed the baseball
bat.

Kyle moved slowly into a kneeling position, offering his wrists to be
freed, but Timmy had other plans." Not so fast, bro!" Timmy made Kyle face
him and watched in the satisfaction that his cock still bounced rock hard
in front of his six-pack

"What is it now? I told you I give. Cut me loose," Kyle said, pretending to
be calm. His muscles bulged as he struggled to tear the duct tape from his
wrists. At the same time, he tried to get up, but that was what Timmy had
expected. Timmy's hands shot forward and grabbed Kyle around his
thick-muscled neck. Kyle howled in anger, stumbled in surprise, and fell on
the floor, face up, lying in his still-bound hands. PERFECT, Timmy
thought. While Kyle was stunned, still catching his breath, Timmy aimed his
asshole for his brother's pride and joy and fully sat on it, engulfing the
shaft. Yeah, it hurt, but he needed to insert himself quickly to get to the
fucking started.

Kyle's mouth opened as he gasped from the sensation of his cock held in a
viselike grip by Timmy's sphincter muscles. The twink started to buck
himself furiously.

"Stop, you bastard pervert faggot. I'll get you for this. No!"

Kyle's muscles were tensing. His body was dripping with sweat, and his
animal smell filled the room. His athletic body was glistening, and the
play of his muscles gave the impression of a brutal wild animal confronting
his prey. Only, in fact, Kyle was the prey. His mighty biceps were bulging
as he continued to try to break free of the tape binding his hands behind
him. But even if Timmy weighed a mere 120 lbs., Kyle had no leverage in his
awkward position with his back on the floor and no hands to use. He arched
his back arched against the weight of the teen, but the little, scrawny kid
was winning the battle of the fuck.

The head of big bro's cock was sucked deep into the tight hole. Kyle's
eyeballs rolled upward as Timmy started riding him. He humped his body up
and down, bouncing frantically.

"Oh shit! Oh no!" Kyle burst out. His body writhed and twisted in heated
sensuality.

As during the prior erotic manipulations, Kyle felt completely helpless. It
was all so odd and perverse. Usually, in all matters of life, he was in
control. In his normal sexual experiences, he caused the girls he fucked to
have endless chains of climaxes, or at least he would.

Now, he could not defend himself because Timmy's sphincter was steadily
massaging his overly sensitive prick. His sexual prowess was now turned
against him, and he realized that his brother was actually fucking the shit
out of him.

Timmy continuously danced his fingers across Kyle's broad shoulder, and
since he was face-to-face with his captive, he planted his mouth on Kyle's
and forced them into wild kisses. This seemed to silence Kyle's objections
and his uncontrolled moans.

Kyle's muscles tensed again to free himself and regain control. The thing
is, Kyle was torn. HE WAS STRAIGHT. HE LIKED GIRLS. HE WAS NOT A FAGOT! But
Timmy was creating an extraordinary BUT powerful erotic sensation in every
part of his body, mind, and soul. Kyle's cock was the teller of truth. It
was sizzling, submerged in an ass that hopped wildly on him, knocking the
air out of his lungs.

The Marine's eyes first closed, then opened wide as his features
contorted. He struggled to get up. He struggled to continue. AAAAHHHHH,
FUCK!" With the roar of a lion, his body collapsed back on the
floor. Powerless. "AAAAHHHHH," he howled in the rhythm of the pumping fuck
ride he was unwittingly giving.

Timmy knew he had him. Kyle's ecstatic quiver and strange gasping grunts
told him he was close.

There was no holding back now and no control to assert. Timmy was
virtuously playing with the soldier boy's system and driving him to his now
-- finally -- allowed climax. The pounding fuck ride caused Timmy to scream
out his lust as never before. "OOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUCK!"

Timmy sped up his pound on Kyle's tense body with his ass fucking his
brother's dick. He quickened his pace, pounding away at that dick he had
coveted for years. Sucking it him in deep. Fast, faster. Kyle was out of
control. Timmy was out of control. Harder, harder. The Marine shot bolt
after bolt of hot cum. He cried aloud, and he moaned. "AAAAAHHHHH,
YEAAAAAHHHH!" He bucked his hips upward to fuck back, fast and hard. "I
can't stop coming. Oh shit, I can't stop cuming!" His body twitched and
jerked about lifelessly on the floor. He couldn't speak but made grunting,
animal-like sounds. Kyle was gone. Drained. He was covered in sweat; his
massive pecs were heaving like bellows, and he grunted like a frenzied ape.

The air was filled with his helpless moans and squeaks and the animal smell
of raw lust emerging from his male sweat, soaking the carpet. His eyes were
glazed when Timmy left the room. Lance Corporal Kyle Henderson was broken.

It was nearly evening when Kyle was finally able to get up. He had
difficulties accepting what had happened to him in the afternoon. He could
not believe that he had been raped and abused by his nerdy, twink, 120
lbs. teen brother. However, his aching muscles and the dried cum, which
covered his body, told him that "this" was not his imagination.

He took a thorough shower, hoping to wash the shame away with his cum. An
all-nighter with Mindi would clear his mind. His hair was still damp. He
chose a tight pair of jeans and a well-fitting T-shirt, grabbed his leather
jacket, and went downstairs, where he heard his mother preparing the
dinner. Timmy was sitting with his father at the table, looking as innocent
as ever, pretending nothing had happened.

"Hi, soldier," his father greeted him, "Thanks for taking care of the
lawn. The job must have worn you out. Timmy told us you worked hard, so we
let you sleep. Mindi called several times already. She sounds quite upset."

"Yeah, the afternoon was quite tough," Kyle glowered at his brother,
"Anyway, I'm going to see Mindi now."

"Enjoy your evening," Timmy grinned.

Kyle didn't enjoy the evening at all. Or... did he? At least, he told
himself he didn't. When he arrived at Mindi's, she was upset. She scolded
him for standing her up but... then quickly let it pass. "Honey, let's go
to bed." They did. But for the first time in his relationship, he couldn't
produce a boner. Mindi was as frustrated as the confused
Marine. Ultimately, he gave up, grabbed his clothes, jumped on his
motorcycle, and drove home.

Ignoring his family watching the latest soap opera on TV, he went straight
to his room. Kyle undressed and lay naked in sullen silence in the dark,
trying to gather his thoughts.

It started after he had finished mowing the lawn. The beer had gotten to
him much more than usual. He could take a lot, so why did he pass out like
a fresh recruit? This fucking faggot had spiked his drink! That was
it. That miserable little prick had just scored a lucky shot!

He had to put that whimsy nerd back in place. Teach him respect. His lips
twisted in a menacing grin when he fantasized about how he would beat his
queer brother to a pulp.

He heard his parents go to bed and waited until he could assume they were
sound asleep. Quietly and avoiding any noise, he walked across the hall to
Timmy's room. The door wasn't locked. "Gotcha!" he thought while he opened
the door and slipped inside. He approached the prone form of his brother on
the bed and jumped him. Before Timmy was fully awake, he was forced down by
the full weight of his brother's muscle-packed body. "OK, pal, now it's
payback time. You're mine," he heard Kyle hissing in his ear with
undisguised vengeance.

"Nooo... mmppf!" Timmy's cry was muffled by Kyle's big hand closing over
his mouth. The twink teen, who had also slept naked, was lifted from the
bed and carried away like a rag doll. Kyle carried his desperately writhing
brother down to the basement and into the garage. Despite his desperate
resistance, Timmy was wrestled down to the floor behind the family van. It
took the combat-trained Marine only moments to subdue his smaller
brother. He straddled Timmy, immobilizing him by pinning his arms down with
his knees. His right fist went up, preparing a full swing right into his
brother's fearfully contorted face. "Yeah, now you'll shit in your
pants. If you were wearing pants, you miserable fucking faggot," Kyle
growled," I'll beat the cum outta ya!"

"Is anybody here?" their father's voice interrupted the fight. Timmy's
struggle on the way down to the garage had not gone unnoticed and woke up
his dad. He investigated the garage, obviously wondering why the lights
were on. Kyle hunched down and closed his hand firmly over his brother's
mouth, preventing him from calling for help. That could mean disaster. How
would he explain to his parents what he was doing with his buck-naked baby
brother in the garage?

Fortunately, his father had stopped at the door. "Anybody here?" he asked
again. "What's wrong, John?" he heard his mother calling from the living
room. Kyle froze.

While Kyle was thinking about the embarrassing situation he had brought
himself into, Timmy freed one arm. He reached between Kyle's muscular
thighs and grabbed Kyle's ball firmly, really firmly!

"Nnng," Kyle flinched but bit his tongue. With his dad only a few feet
away, he remained motionless to protect them from being noticed. Kyle was
petrified and hoping his dad would quickly leave. But Timmy then used his
other hand to work Kyle's dick. He started to pump that dick like a
maniac. They both kept quiet. And crotched down behind the family van they
could not be seen. It was like when Mindi was outside the open window. Kyle
had to restrain himself and be still and quiet. Now, the same situation
here. Kyle couldn't cause any commotion as long as dad was there,
listening. So, Timmy was free to fondle Kyle's dick.

"Maybe you should look around the garage, John," his mom said. This freaked
out Kyle more.

Kyle clenched his teeth and tensed his six-pack abs. He could do nothing
while his parents were right there. He needed to wait to shove Timmy's hand
away and continue little bro's punishment.

"Nothing, Mary. We must tell the boys to switch off the lights when
leaving."

Timmy was enjoying pumping his big bro's dick unencumbered. He thought if
they did get caught by their folks, it would be boned-up Kyle, who'd be in
serious trouble. He smiled. He released the death grip on Kyle's balls and,
instead, began to tickle them with his fingernails, and he pumped the
hardening dick with the other hand.

Kyle is not totally stupid and certainly not helpless. He could easily
overpower little bro. But he did tend to think with his dick. I mean, his
brain told him rational stuff, like.... "You're straight!" In an erotic
situation, his dick would take over and dictate otherwise. Like... like
now. His dick was ordering him to let Timmy continue to give him
pleasure. Not usual for a dumb muscle jock. So, Kyle closed his eyes and
his brain, praying for his folks to leave.

Finally, Kyle heard their father, who didn't bother to check out the
garage, say, "It's OK. Let's get back to bed before we wake up the boys."
The lights were switched off, and the door closed. The lights from the
streetlamps shone through the garage windows and dimly lit the garage.

"What the fuck. Get your hands off me. You fucking faggot." Kyle barked,
enraged but in a lowered voice.

"Shhhh, will you be quiet, Kyle, or I'll shout," Timmy warned, "And
besides, you like it."

To be continued...