The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.
This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in sexual situations.
It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
************************************************** The final two sections of this story contain elements of Domination and Discipline (spanking).
If these elements bother or offend you, don't read them. ************************************************** I usually do not acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you enjoy. LJB
When Danny Decided
Chapter 3
The following year Danny opened a landscaping and design business which he ran from the office/den of our house. He had studied this field at and graduated from the community college and was very good at his chosen profession There was certainly no lack of customers. He employed a staff of about 10 including Ron and Keith and throughout our teen years, Ricky, David and I would all work for and earn our extra money from his company.
I know I have not described Danny physically since he was sixteen, but because my story covers a number of years I thought I would wait until now. In fact he had not changed all that much. Just gotten better. At age 22, he stood 6'4" with a clear tanned complexion, soft, brown, wavy hair and by 5 o'clock, he had a 5 o'clock shadow. His deep, brown eyes normally had a sparkle shining in them, but given a good reason, they could flash and turn icy cold. He had a laid back manner and was normally soft spoken with a deep, masculine tone. At 195 lbs., he had a chest of 46", V-ing in to a waist of 30" and biceps at 18". He was muscular with definition showing throughout his entire body, not the bulk of a body buff, but the well developed form from years of exercise and care. Fine hair formed furry beds in the pit of each arm and the sprinkling of hair across his pecs had become denser and easily visualized. A pink disc the size of a quarter lay centered on each pec supporting an ever erect nub. His abdominal six pack was hairless except for the dark ¬" trail of fur leading from his pecs to his full and bushy pubes. His penis had finally stopped growing and hung 6" soft and 9 ¬" erect with a bell shaped head and veined shaft. His low hanging scrotum was hairless and contained 2 firm, robin's eggs. His posterior had not changed and remained hard and attractively shaped, giving his pants full and lusty definition. A man of virile beauty.
The best way I can tell you about myself is to say I looked very much like a little Danny. Although I had growth to yet be achieved, each year I resembled my oldest brother more and more. It was always a source of great pride for me and I was extra proud whenever he made note of the similarity of my development. I made an effort to work out with Danny in the weight room each day and the long term effects were providing muscle tone which complimented my entire body.
Ricky, on the other hand was different than us by age 15. While having the tanned complexion we brothers shared, the brown hair and eyes, his build was smaller and more compact. A handsome young man, his features more resembled our mother's side of the family and his personality was quieter and less aggressive. A stud in his own right, his body was void of hair except in the usual locations. His penis and family jewels though were a potential match to our big brother's, while his body reflected the traditional swimmer's style.
David, Ricky and I were involved or partnered at various times as we experimented with each other sexually. I learned I was considerably more aggressive than either of them and from a certain point took the lead in what we were going to do. I always made sure I knew what my partner(s) wanted and they achieved their needs while I achieved my own. Ricky continued to experiment with his other friends and had also begun to date and sexually experiment with girls. David and I continued to partner, allowing only Ricky into our activities on an occasional basis.
The year I was fifteen, David was fifteen, Ricky was seventeen and Danny was twenty-four. Ricky was driving and Danny had given him his old car and had bought a new one. David and I had experimented with anal intercourse with very personal instruction and demonstration from Ricky. David seemed to enjoy it more than I did and was quite fulfilled in the bottom role. Both he and I were dating some of the girls from our school, but we had decided not to start any long-term relationships for the time being. Some strange things were going on in our house and I was not pleased I could not figure out what was happening. Since David had his spanking, I became aware of four further times he received spankings. He didn't tell me about any of these events or any others which might have occurred. In fact, he went out of his way it seemed to make sure I didn't know. Ricky had started exercising with the older guys on Tuesday nights when he had turned 16, but David and I were still barred He had also started going to Danny's room at least once a week and staying there for an hour or two with the door closed. I thought maybe I would poke around a bit and see what would happen if I went down to Danny's room one evening. When I knocked, I received an invitation to enter. Danny was stretched out on his bed reading. I closed the door and sat in his big chair at his desk.
"And what can I do for you, little guy." he asked. This was a pretty standard greeting from him to me. He had referred to me all my life as, `little guy'. I had come to realize when he didn't say it, I was likely in trouble.
"Oh, nothing special. I just came to spend a little time with you. I'll just relax here while you finish what you're doing." I replied. After looking toward me briefly, he turned back to his book while I sat and looked around his room. I always loved being in his room.
For one thing, there was his scent. Have you ever noticed how some people have a special scent that identifies them? I don't mean like Old Spice, or some other after shave. I mean an odour which is uniquely them. Danny had it. It was not a sweet scent, but it was also not acrid. It was pleasing and relaxing, yet subtle. It was masculine. It was just, Danny. His room always smelled like him. His closet and clothes bore the same scent. The room was also always neat. It wasn't just that his clothes were always picked up or put away. Everything seemed to have its place and everything was in its place. And it was always like that. I don't think dust was brave enough to settle in Danny's room. It just moved on to somewhere else in the house.
The closet door stood open and I could see his shoes were neatly lined up in his closet. I didn't see the leather boots he was wearing when I was spanked. I wondered where he kept them. Growing restless, I got up and wandered around. I could feel Danny's eyes follow me. It's funny how I always knew when he was watching me. I looked over at him but he seemed back reading his book. Well, this was getting me nowhere fast. I went back and sat in the chair.
"Well, I guess I better go now." I mumbled as I rose again and headed to the door.
"Be sure to come back, any time." he called out as I opened the door and stepped out.
"Thanks" I called out as I headed down the hall. Well that didn't get me anywhere.
Life went on in the usual routine. My sixteenth birthday was soon approaching.
One evening at dinner Danny said to me, "If you can get your homework done, I would like you to come down to my room. I would like to talk to you for a while." I didn't know what to think. Ricky had been allowed to attend the Tuesday night exercises when he turned 16. Maybe this would be my chance. But, David was also about to turn 16 and he had not been invited with me. Maybe this wasn't what I thought. I racked my brain to make sure I had been responsible and had tended to everything which I should have in the recent past. No, that couldn't be it. After my homework was all done, I walked down the hall to Danny's bedroom. The door was closed. I knocked.
"C'mon in, little guy." his voice rang out. I opened the door and spotted Danny sitting on the hard chair next to his desk. I closed the door behind me and crossed the room. He motioned for me to sit in the big chair. This was unusual as he normally sat in the big chair. We talked about homework, we talked about plans for the coming days, we talked about what I wanted for my birthday, we talked about everything I could think of.
About an hour had passed when Danny said to me, "You're having a pretty active sex life with your brothers. Are you finding it satisfying?". I told him I wasn't sure what he meant. "I'm asking you if you feel fulfilled from the sexual activity you have with David and Ricky. Does it satisfy you?"
I had to think about this for a minute. I had fun with my brothers during our sexual escapades. I certainly enjoyed climaxing. I realized though something was missing. I enjoyed it when my brothers performed the acts I suggested to them. I liked being a top when I had intercourse, I really liked it when someone was sucking on me and when I was taking an active role directing what we were doing. I tried to explain this to Danny. He sat nodding his head as I explained. It seemed as if he really understood what I was trying to say.
He then stunned me by asking, "Why do you think David still wants to be spanked?"
Oddly, I had been thinking about this often since I found out it had happened more than once.
I answered, "I think it is similar to what we talked about with Keith. He just can't accept he is really loved unless someone cares enough to show him he is worth an effort. It doesn't last and he has to seek out the same assurance a number of times. He has chosen being spanked as the demonstration someone cares."
"You seem to have figured out both a need and a want for David." Danny replied, "We will talk about these things again next week. As for tonight, David is waiting in your room. He indicated a need to see me tonight to be spanked. Should he come down here after you leave or do you want to stay?" It didn't take any thought for me to indicate that I wanted to stay. "I want you to remain sitting where you are, say nothing, just listen and watch." Danny told me.
He went to his closet and removed a small bundle of items and his leather boots. Stripping, he put on his leather shorts with no underwear, boots and donned his biker's cap. I watched him carefully, admiring the majesty of his body as he moved to dress. He then put his other clothes away and left the room. In a couple minutes he returned with David following him. David was surprised to see me sitting there. He was naked. Danny sat on the chair he had left and David stood facing him.
"David" Danny said, his voice calm and even, "What is it you want me to do for you tonight?" David had been standing with his head bowed looking somewhere around Danny's knees.
"I would like you to spank me, please, sir." David said.
"Then, lay over my knee and we will begin." Danny responded. David stepped between Danny's legs and lay over his left thigh. Danny locked his legs and arm in what I have come to call the `boy hold' and started spanking David's ass cheeks. My mind automatically counted each smack , while I thought about my feelings toward what was happening.
This was David, my best friend who next to Danny and along with Ricky, I loved most in the world. He was crying out, loudly, with tears streaming from his eyes. At first he struggled to move from the path of Danny's hand, but as his flanks coloured to a heated red, he stopped his struggle and settled into acceptance of each swat. Having been the recipient of those swats on occasion it seemed to me, although effectively reddening the butt before him, Danny was not using as much power as had been my experience. I did not feel sorry for David's situation. I knew this was his desire and he was satisfying some deep need that gnawed away at him. From the position I was seated, I could see David's very erect penis pushing downward toward the floor against the inside of Danny's left thigh. On the count of the fourth swat, David ejaculated a series of creamy, white spurts onto the floor. After the count had reached six, the slapping sound ceased.
Danny stood David up and wrapping him in his arms told him, "We all love and want you, David."
David cuddled into him and through his sobs murmured, "I love all of you, sir."
After five minutes or so David had stopped his sobbing and his breathing had returned to a normal rhythm. While still holding him, Danny leaned up tight to David's head and spoke quietly into his ear. After a minute of listening, Danny leaned back and turned to look at me, then smiled.
He then turned back to Danny and said, "Yes, sir." A small hand towel was sitting on the desk and David reached out and picked it up. He wiped up the cum from the floor and turning, left the room.
Danny said to me, "I told him seeing as he seems to request these spankings every two to three weeks, the next time he felt the need, he was to ask you to administer it." I was floored. Me. He was going to ask me to do it? Danny continued, "If you are not ready by then I will do it one more time, but then it is up to you.". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Me. I was going to be expected to provide David with the spankings he desired to make him feel loved and secure.
"Why me?" I asked. Danny looked into my eyes and the sparkle was there.
He replied, "Because he can't be mine. He's yours."
It was time for bed. When I returned to my room, David was again laying in bed on his side, facing away from me. I stood and looked at him for a while. His breathing was even, with an occasional quiver running through his body, as the last sob remnants were expelled. I undressed, turned out the light and taking my pillow, walked over to the edge of his bed. Reaching down, I lifted the covers from the bed and away from his body. The harsh redness of his buttocks stood out, even without any direct light shining in the room. I climbed into bed and moved close to him. The heat coming off his butt was intense and I felt it warm my groin.
"Are you..." he started to say to me.
"Not now. We'll talk tomorrow." I interrupted him. "Go to sleep." He snuggled back into me as I put my arm over him, holding him close.
A quiet, "Yes, Sir." were the final words spoken that night. When he said it, I felt a strange shiver run through my body. We both slept soundly.
The next morning, Ricky was coming out of the shower while I was brushing my teeth and he dropped his towel. Bending over to pick it up, his back to me, I noticed a dove tattoo on his butt, right in the same position that Keith had one.
"What's going on?" I asked him. "I didn't know you were getting a tattoo. Does Danny know yet you got it? If not, he's going to kill you," Ricky got this startled look on his face when I first spoke.
Then he kind of recovered and with a little grin, said, "Don't sweat it. He knows all about it. It's no biggie." With that, he trotted off to his room. I don't get it. What's happening here. Usually something as trivial as going out to buy a new package of underwear was discussed by the group at our dinner table. I hadn't even been told about something as important and special as my brother getting a tattoo. How come everybody but me seemed to know these things? David came through the bathroom and started his shower. You think I didn't have a close inspection to make sure he didn't have a tattoo suddenly appearing on his butt? Well I did, but there was nothing there, except a reddish tinged residual colouring from last night's spanking. I could see he was sore.
Pondering recent events and revelations during the day, it occurred to me that three of the four participants of the Tuesday night exercise group had these little dove tattoos. Danny's was on his hand, and Keith and now Ricky, each had one on their butt. I started wondering if our old friend Ron was also sporting the insignia. I planned to find out.
The following Tuesday night, from 9:p.m. on, I sat on the steps of the staircase that led upstairs, waiting for the Tuesday night group to break up. About 9:30 Keith came up. He waved and nodded to me, and then left. About 10 minutes later, Ron came through the door, all alone, heading home.
"Ron." I said, before he reached the front door. He turned and raised his head slightly from its usual bowed position to see me sitting there. "Ron, come upstairs with me for a minute, please. I need to speak to you."
To my great surprise, he replied, "Yes, Sir." and followed me upstairs and into the bathroom. I shut the door. Luckily, I was just the right height so when Ron and I stood face to face his eye level was just above mine and I could look up ever so slightly and peer into his eyes. He averted my stare and dropped his head lower so he could continued to gaze toward the floor.
"Ron," I said, "Ricky was showing me his new tattoo this morning, and I wondered if I could have a look at yours, too." With no hesitation at all, Ron reached up and undid his pants. He then let them drop onto the bathroom floor and turned so I could view his backside. I had two surprises. The first wasn't much of a surprise as I figured Ron would also have a dove tattoo and sure enough, there it was, right in the same place as the other two guys. The second surprise was that Ron had no underwear on and his ass cheeks were the bright, hot red that indicated a sound spanking had recently been administered.
"Ron" I said, "Why did you get the dove tattoo?" Ron hesitated a minute and then replied,
"'Cause Danny ordered me to." I was just about to ask about the spanking when the bathroom door swung open. Danny was standing outside the doorway.
"Ron, it's time for you to be home." Danny said in his calm, steady voice.
"Yes, Master" Ron responded, without even raising his eyes to verify who had spoken. He bent over, pulled up and buckled his pants. Excusing himself, he then headed home. Danny looked at me and said, "And it's time you were in bed, little guy. Get a move on."
"Yes, Master" I imitated Ron's response with a big smile and saw a twinkle spark in Danny's eyes. And off to bed I went having settled a lot of the questions that had been roaming round my head.
Over the next two days, I made a concerted effort to further check out David's body. I made sure I showered when he did and watched carefully as he dressed and undressed. I was certain he had no tattoos anywhere at all. This made me think David was not really connected to the Tuesday night exercise group. David noticed my efforts and seemed to appreciate the extra attention I was showing him. We had talked the day after he was spanked. He told me he had really thought hard about what Danny had told him. He thought it was what he wanted to happen, maybe what he had in fact always wanted to happen. Danny spanking him had been satisfying to him, but he always felt it was never complete. He said when we had sex, especially when I was fucking his ass, he reached a height of satisfaction he had never imagined. I actually had not realized how much he was getting out of it. But then, I always had enjoyed having David as my partner, even more than my own brother, Ricky. We seemed to relate on so many different levels.
I had to be honest with David and tell him I was very unsure about my being able to satisfy him with spanking. It's not that I felt any hesitation about or unwillingness to do it. I just wasn't sure if I would be skillful enough to provide the control and result he had gotten with Danny. I don't know if it was the discussion, the aftermath of his spanking, or a chance of fate, but we had the most satisfying sex that night either of us had ever experienced.
I asked to talk to Danny a few nights later. After sitting down on the side of his bed while he swiveled in his big desk chair to look at me, I said, "Before we talk about David, I have a question that I need to ask you."
"You can always ask me anything, you know that." came Danny's immediate reply. Already knowing that it was true, I still started off with some hesitation and uncertainty.
"Danny, you know you are the most important person in my life and I love you more than anyone," I started, "but I really need to know this." Summoning all my courage, I forged ahead. "Danny, are you....." I stopped. "I'm sorry, this seems a little hard for me to ask."
"Would it be any easier if I told you I think I know what you want to ask and it's okay? I don't mind." Danny prompted me in his usual calm, quiet manner.
"Danny," I started again, a little more assured by what he said, "Are you what is often referred to as a `Discipline Master'?" He was looking deep into my eyes when I finally asked and I saw a sparkle in his.
"Yes." he replied. That was it. No comment, no details, just a plain, straight forward affirmation. A hundred questions flooded my mind, but I suppressed them in favour of the one that had occupied my thoughts for several days.
"Am I?" I again saw the sparkle.
"Not yet." he stated, but this time he continued, "You have the potential, you seem to be headed in that direction, but I don't know yet if you have the desire. Have you been thinking about it?"
"Yes," I confirmed, "ever since I realized that is what's been going on around here that I didn't know about." Danny then proceeded to fill me in.
In this case, it seems, I was the last one to know. Danny and his slaves', Keith and Ron had been involved in light discipline, domination and bondage for the past 10 years. Tuesday night was when they met together and additionally at least one evening a week they served' him in his room. They were sexually intimate, under his control, and both were submissive to his will though Ron would prefer to submit more fully, but would not leave his Master'. He was not into degrading people and the discipline was limited by him to hand spanking, or light paddling The white dove tattoo was his insignia or mark and those who professed to belong to him and he accepted, wore it on their butt. Ricky had been brought into the group after his sixteenth birthday, motivated by discussions he had with Danny following his first spanking. Each of his slaves' had sex (safe sex) outside the group subject to his approval. He also had an outside sex life as we had previously noted, but several of his overnights involved group related activities. He had decided a long time ago I had the characteristics of a Master', not a slave', but was patiently waiting to see how I decided my preferences were going to lean. Above all else, he wanted to be sure I chose my own way. He was sure of the direction I was headed by the time David's inclination developed and had realized David really needed me, not him, so David was not brought into the group.
"Are you ready to accept David ?" he asked. "That will mean as a Master', you will take on certain responsibilities. You must always remember when a slave' submits himself to you, there is a bond of trust that your judgment will not allow any excess to go beyond the ability he has to deal with it. A truly dedicated Master' must be able to read his slave' and understand not only what is wanted, but what is truly needed. You know David well enough you will sense and understand his needs. Can your satisfaction be in seeing he gets them fulfilled ?"
"I think this is what I need to do." I told Danny. "Will you help me?"
"Every step of the way, little guy." he assured me. It was arranged that when David asked, we would meet in Danny's room for me to administer my first spanking and he would remain present to provide any guidance I needed. We talked about what would happen. I asked about David moving around and my grip for holding him. He showed me how to apply the `boys grip', this time without the accompanying spanking. He also told me David moved around to establish he was secure and he would not be as active with me but I should establish right on who was going to control. He also asked if I would prefer to use a paddle, that my hand would be very sore after administering a spanking the first several times. I decided this was a personal exchange and I would suffer a sore hand to keep it one-on-one. He grinned widely and said, "You'll be fine. You've already got the right idea, little guy." I was pleased.
Two weeks later I had a very special day. David asked me in the morning if I would discipline him that evening and I agreed. It was my sixteenth birthday.
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