SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 5 ____________________________________
Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga
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The brothers are: Pete, 17 and Todd, 14. ________________________________________________________________
CHAPTER 5
I loved the feel and taste of my little brother's dick in my mouth. Yes, it bothered me that he was being cruel; and no, that didn't stop me from loving him, wanting him, or wanting sex with him--even though deep down, part of me still wanted to fuck the hell out of him, and whip his butt, raw.
I sucked him deeply, kneading his hot buns while my horny tongue and taste buds feasted on smooth, like-new, tasty young brothercock.
"Don't start thinking this is going to change anything," Todd said, pulling his hardon out of my mouth with a sudden yank, "I'm not letting you come, Petey boy!"
"Yes, Sir."
"Up you go," he said, and pushed me back to the wall, pulling my arms up with the belt that he hooked to the nail on the wall.
Now, I was in punishment position again. I was looking forward to tasting some hot brothercum, but I guess I wasn't going to get my wish.
For some reason, Todd turned me sideways. It was clear he was going to do something behind me.
That's when I saw another new object--a shiny, hard-plastic dildo. I didn't bother to waste time asking him where he got it, besides, the question itself might piss him off--and I didn't need that.
"Bend over, slaveboy!" Todd shoved the smooth, 5 inch dildo right up inside me.
"Uhhgghh!"
"Come on, boy--don't be a wimp. I don't want to hear about every little pain! Got that?"
"Yes, SIR!" I said energetically, knowing any lesser response would bring a new round of harsh pain. Then I saw what looked like a feather duster.
Todd put the duster down and poked into my chastity belt.
"Hmmm, it doesn't look like you triggered any of the spikes," Todd said, as he began to struggle with the chastity belt, as one might do to try to force it off. I knew the result would be the BAD spikes--needles that would penetrate the skin of my penis.
"Oh, God--please, no, bro!" I half cried. Please, don't let my dick--those needles--Todd! Please.
"Ooops, I goofed," Todd said, as I heard a distinct click from the chastity belt. The pins had emerged.
"Yaahhhhwwwwwaaarrrrrhhhhghhhhhhhh!" I didn't know which was worse, the pain or the fear of the needles. Both were gruesome. I screamed, cried, and howled for a long time, until Todd finally relented.
He took the locks off the thing and released me from the tube. Then, he took the rest of it off me--the obedience thing that squashes your balls and makes you obey. He let me rest a while.
Todd's eyes were on me, and I felt the feather duster up against the underside skin of my dick. I was dying to cum. Apparently, that was the point. With a dildo up my ass and Todd's sliding the soft feather duster up and down my boner, I needed to cum very badly. I thought it was pure torture--until about 20 minutes later, after continually enduring the dildo, which was now vibrating, and feather duster during that time. It was horrible torture, and I was at the point of begging. Someone or something had taught my brother very well.
"Oh, God--please! I'll do anything, SIR! I just--need it so bad!" I couldn't believe, I was begging my little brother to let me cum. At that moment, I wanted to whip him from head to toe.
Todd just smiled. It was a good smile though--he looked kind, and his eyes twinkled when he stared at me.
"Please, sir?"
He maintained his smile as he tortured me with the feathers. My cock throbbed with each deliberate stroke over the underside of the head, and slowly up the shaft. Eventually, each one of those strokes made my whole body shudder. This amused Todd, who then tenderly, almost reverently, cupped my tight balls and lifted them a bit. "They feel so tight, so heavy, boy! I'll bet when I put your belt back on, your nuts will be a lot more sensitive to the ball squisher."
Todd tested his theory by squeezing with his hand suddenly.
I thrashed about violently and yelled.
"Yep--I thought so," he said with satisfaction, as he put the chastity belt back on me. "Wow, this is so fun. I wonder how much pressure I can put on your balls without keeping you up all night--slave boy Peter!"
I was shaking--I could feel it in my knees. Soon, the belt was all locked up and Todd had the remote.
Todd slid his thumb over the pressure control, and began to turn up the pressure on my balls. It was like my nuts were between two rocks that were pressing against each other, harder and harder. He stopped when I took in a sharp breath. "That ought to be just right," he said, with his benevolent smile still going strong.
"Oh, Sir," I said in a stressed tone, grimacing to communicate the pain I was feeling. It was anything BUT just right. It hurt like hell.
Todd had the pressure on my nuts set at 3. In response to my distress, he turned it up to about 8, and had me screaming and thrashing around the room. After a minute, he turned it back down to 3. "There you go, boy. Compared to 8, 3 ought to feel really good to you, now."
"Aggggh! Urggghh!" The pain was worse than before. I went to my bed and got on my back.
"That's it boy, get some sleep. Tomorrow's a new day. School ought to be very interesting," Todd said, making sure that I saw him slip the remote control into his backpack.
"Oh, God, no!" I said despondently.
"Don't worry, Petey boy--you'll get used to this new routine. After a while you'll come to love me having total control over you--through your nice, big-brother nuts. And just think how proud you'll be at how hard a ball-squeezing you can take, as time goes by. At least, I assume you DO get used to it, and you require more and more ball pressure to achieve the same amount of pain."
I groaned.
"Oh, yeah, slaveboy, finish what you started," Todd said, as he slid into my bed, and put his slippery, stiff cock to my lips.
Showering and getting dressed for school, the next morning, were almost to the point of agony. My balls ached like they were falling off. "Todd, I can't walk this way." I hoped he wasn't going to get pissed because I didn't say, 'Sir.'
I was thankful that Todd turned down the pressure on my balls, without saying a word. Maybe he felt guilty.
"I'll take it out on your ass with dad's razor strap, tonight," my brother said coldly.
'So much for guilt-feelings,' I thought.
My first few classes at school went well, in spite of the weird way the chastity belt made me walk. The only hard part was when I went to the boys room--Todd was there and he used the remote to squeeze my nuts. I screamed. Luckily, there weren't any other boys in the bathroom besides me and Todd.
Soon it was time for gym. I was glad Todd had forged dad's signature on a note, excusing me from gym.
I was way early, again, and as I entered the locker room, the showers were full of the previous class--junior high boys, who soon began to emerge from the showers in various states of erection, as usual, mostly leaning towards the erect. I scoured the shower room and all the rows of lockers. No sign of Todd. He must have forged himself a note to get out of gym, too.
As I sat on the bench in front of my locker, (with no one else around), I toyed with the chastity belt through my clothes. It was interesting how easy it was to fold it upward, a little, and make it look like I had a really nice hardon. I pulled off my pants and shirt, then put my gym shorts over my underwear-- even though I wasn't going to attend my gym class.
Looking down at myself, I got hard, just staring at the bulge the belt made. As I sat down, I readjusted it so that even sitting down, it stuck out with a very obvious bulge. I got even hotter, looking at that. It was too thick to be called a tent. Still, I was stunned that I got horny by looking at the bulge a metal cage made in my pants.
I just sat, content for quite a while, using my hand, making the whole chastity device vibrate--which felt very good, in spite of the small spikes that emerged when my hardon was total. As long as I wasn't trying to slide in and out, I hardly noticed the spikes. After sitting in front of my locker for a while, I just stared into space, semi-hypnotized, knowing I had nothing to do for the whole period, and nowhere to go in particular. Above all, I was horny. I was willing to sell my soul to cum.
I guess the silence woke me out of my daze. It was stone quiet. I looked at my watch--too early for my own gym class to start, and too early for all those junior-high boys to be finished showering and dressing already.
"Hey," a voice said, half-whispering, "we got done early. And I waited." This was followed by the sloppy sound of wet footsteps, and the sight of Shawn Bradford's naked body, topped with a nervous smile.
I had met Shawn, a junior-high boy, right here in the locker room, a few days prior--both of us naked--and we had stared, red- faced at each other, but somehow quickly gained trust--to the point where he blushingly put on a nice show, and jerked himself off into his locker for me, as I sat there with a nice boner that he smiled at, more than once. The clincher was when he slipped me a piece of paper--his name and phone number--on his way out. [hot-younger-brother, chapter 3 tells it all. (Nifty, Incest)]
I went into a full grin as soon as I realized it was Shawn, and I could see that encouraged and relaxed him, because then he smiled more naturally. This time, I noticed he sat on the end of the nearest bench, facing me, and hunched down a little, resting his elbows on his thighs--which were spread just right to give me a good view of this hunky thirteen-year-old's sweet private possessions. He definitely could have passed for fourteen or fifteen, especially with his height and size of his treasures.
Shawn's whole body posture was that of old friends meeting, planning a fun thing--but one that neither parents nor teachers would approve of. It was the element of the forbidden which added to the excitement that began, for me, with Shawn's obvious good looks. He was blonde and blue eyed. His face was gorgeous. And Shawn was prettier than Todd. The way this cute kid looked at you--it was like you felt an instant bond.
I saw that Shawn was nearly totally erect, and staring at my so-called bone--which I touched, just for his benefit. (I didn't want him to know it was just the cage of a chastity belt--not that I wanted to explain any of that to him.) When my eyes met his again, I smiled, encouraging him. I loved the fact that he had settled down, seemingly to talk with me, and without drying himself, or covering himself at all. It was all so au naturel that I could almost feel my cock escaping by its own power, and sticking out of my shorts, into Shawn's tight little butt.
It surprised and shocked me that Shawn was so bold and brave --even just the way he was looking at me, with his naked body postured the way it was--leaning forward, into me almost.
We both blushed, and smiled, afterward--in a friendly acknowledgement of our hormonal predicaments, and, I supposed, at our embarrassed pleasure at breaking the normal rules of behavior by brazenly sitting facing each other with one of us in the nude, (and obviously aroused). This was definitely not in the rulebook.
My image of Shawn suddenly came into sharp focus: Shawn was a slim, young colt; his amazing skin and thin, tight muscles made his naked body shine. He was 13. I was 17, and he seemed like a beautiful, young horse looking for advice, comfort maybe, from his slightly older friend.
I knew I would love giving him that, but I also knew I wanted his body--his cute little 13 year-old body with what seemed like a 15-year-old dick. And I wanted that in my mouth. I wanted to make love to him, cater to him, give him what he wanted, sacrifice my own pleasure for his. I wanted to please him so badly. Deep down, I knew I also wanted my cock buried deep in his virgin hole, but I was willing to wait, or even give that up completely--for him. 'Why?' I wondered. 'Why give and give, and even be willing to go home with blue balls, to please this kid I hardly know?'
I had to admit, a part of me felt I knew him well--and the stirrings I felt for Shawn weren't all coming from between my legs.
But I could feel, inside myself, there was more to it. Then, I thought, 'Todd could go to hell--he could force me to pleasure him, and even though I could do that, I wouldn't. I decided I would never give Todd the tender, free love I now wanted to give to Shawn.'
Suddenly I was electrified. An idea hit me.
'What was I waiting for?' I asked myself. I stood up, and Shawn's eyes followed, halting between my face and the bulge in my shorts. I stared at his nakedness, then into his eyes, and got him to look into mine. With a nod of my head and a move of my eyes, I motioned toward the equipment room, which was out of the way, down a narrow corridor.
As I walked in that direction, Shawn followed. Neither of us spoke. Inside the equipment room, I sat down on a pile of wrestling mats that made a nice little hill on the floor. It was then I noticed that Shawn had covered up with a towel for the walk here, and I was all smiles when he took it off, and remained standing, after closing the door. As our eyes met, he had a Mona Lisa smile.
I was pounding in my pants, in the stupid chastity belt, actually, seeing his not-so-little boy dick at eye level. "Come closer," I said--the both of us nervous, but primed to be less fearful and more cooperative from the relaxation and mutual feelings of moments before.
Todd sat next to me. My hands went to his underarms, and my fingers rubbed and slid down his back. His skin was incredibly smooth. When my thumbs rubbed his nipples, he made a sensual, sexy sound, and put his hands on my shoulders. At that point, we hugged. "Was that guy your--your boyfriend?" he asked timidly, with the breathy, fearful sound of his heart in his throat.
He was referring to Todd. The day we first met, Shawn had seen me with Todd at the end of the day, waiting for the school bus. Obviously one of my theories was right. Shawn, (after seeing me with Todd waiting for the school bus), and not knowing Todd was my brother, assumed Todd and I were an item. "No, Shawn" I said quickly, "I don't have a boyfriend." Just as quickly my hand went to Shawn's stiff, beautiful, hot-looking bone.
"Oh, yeah," Shawn said softly, licking my neck timidly, as my hand made slow love to his wonderfully hot penis.
I wondered if the pleasure I heard in his, 'Oh, yeah,' was due more to my touching his dick, or more because I'd just basically told him that I was single. It had to be about time for the bell to ring.
"I know there's not much time," I said.
"No--I have a free period now," Shawn said without lifting up, out of our hug. I could feel his face get hot, even though it was still snuggled in between my shoulder and neck. The little beauty was blushing! "But--"
"I have a free period, too," I said.
Todd suddenly exhaled on my shoulder--the hottest breath I have even known. It was like every ounce of him released heat into that breath, and every muscle in his body shifted.
I was hoping he was expressing pleasure, now knowing we had more time for us to be alone than he'd originally thought. It's funny how I felt chemistry with Shawn, right away, and now he seemed to read my mind.
I wanted to lean forward and take his dick into my mouth so badly--but I knew that would either scare him, or make him think I was just a sex hound. Actually, I liked the kid. Despite his seeming boldness, he was shy. He liked me and looked up to me. He had a natural smile that went deeper than his face--a smile that I couldn't help liking. He was just a good kid--fresh, innocent, trusting. And I didn't want to do anything to hurt that.
My hand found Shawn's chest, and he seemed comfortable with my rubbing him there. "I guess I should tell you more about myself," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Yeah," he said enthusiastically, as I felt the heat in his face rise again, "ever since that day, I've been dying--I mean, curious about you."
I told Shawn lots of things, including me and Todd being the only children in the house, and dad, and that we all got along. I left out the sex part and, of course, all the control Todd was exerting on me.
"There's something wrong, though," the kid said so sincerely.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. . . . You need something."
I pulled Shawn out of his hug so I could look at him. How could he know? Was this little, stunning, 13-year-old kid so wise, that he could look at me and tell that I had a need? My eyes were calm, and I looked him over for a long time, holding his gaze with mine. I noticed we were both breathing faster than normal, and heavily. Still, there was a warm, mysterious smile between us. Something tight inside me suddenly released.
"I think I need YOU," I said quietly.
"Oh, God," Shawn said, almost crying.
"Yeah," I said, and I gently put him down on his back. I took complete control. When my face hovered over his, and he gave me a relaxed smile, I kissed him. He was trembling badly.
Shawn's reaction aroused me. His body spasmed, as if he'd been waiting for that kiss all his life; and when it came, it released all the springs in his body. He definitely liked my kiss--he kissed back with great passion. My hands made love to him, right up to the time I pulled away from him, to talk.
Shawn took the cue, and became attentive immediately. His perky, eager look sent hot chills through me.
"Just do everything I say, now." I said it softly, not menacingly--but in whatever tone, it was still a very direct command. Anyway, this was not the usual thing between two students, even ones who were four years apart in age.
"Ok," Shawn said good naturedly.
My dick throbbed, listening to his boyish, sensual grunts, and watching his body twitch all over, as my finger traced a path up and down his chest, then skipping down to his ankles, a path up to his groin. Another half-inch and I would have my finger between his leg and his balls. Of course, his dick was now also twitching very nicely. My finger slid under his erect cock, and soon my mouth surrounded the hot tube of flesh. I made sure my groin was out of his reach, so he wouldn't find out I was wearing a chastity belt. Sucking him had me tingling all over. I could feel Shawn struggle with pleasure at each stroke of my lips on his hot, pulsing penis.
After a few unintelligible syllables from Shawn, he spoke up. "No! Wait. What about you?!"
I slid off his beautiful dick to look him in the eye. How I wished I didn't have the damn chastity belt on, so I could 69 with this boy. "Do you accept gifts?" I asked, pointedly.
Shawn's understanding was immediate. "Ohhh, yeahh," he said as he slid to his back and wiggled sensuously at the return of my lips to his hot rod.
Shawn seemed to enjoy it when I bared my teeth, slid them gently up and down his shaft; nibbled with my pearly whites directly on his sensitive cockhead. I wondered if I should take that nibbling to the next level.
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