Spankin Younger Brother

By Pete Marenga (Dom R)

Published on Jun 17, 2023

Gay

SPANKIN' YOUNGER BROTHER - Chapter 3 ____________________________________

Copyright (c) 2003 by Pete Marenga

WIN A PRIZE! WRITE TO PETE AT: Dom6789@hotmail.com (Mention 'SPANK' story!) (Ok, you really won't win, but write, ok?) ______________________________________________________________________

The brothers are: Pete, 17 and Todd, 14. _________________________________________________________________

CHAPTER 3

"Arrghh! FUCK, that hurt," I yelled, as the hard tip of Todd's finger slammed into my nut.

Meanwhile, Todd pulled me to the floor and got me to stand up. The way I was tied, I had to balance myself just right, or I'd fall over. I don't know if it was luck, or what--my thighs were tight together, but my nuts were showing, exposed toward the front of me. With my thighs pressed together, it made the whole sack bulge out prominently.

A few seconds more, and Todd had me against the wall, my arms with a strap tied to them, and that strap hooked to the nail high on the wall--just the way I'd had him tied up, minutes ago.

Here I was, naked, and Todd had access to several nasty implements of pain that could be traumatic in the wrong hands. And at that point, I had no trust in my brother's inexperienced, fourteen-year-old hands. Also--with both of us naked, and Todd's ultra-stiff (why did my little brother have to have a dick almost as big as mine!) boner pointing at me--I was hard as hell, with my hardon dripping precum noticeably.

"BOY!" Todd yelled, in a strong, dominating voice that surprised the shit out of me.

I couldn't believe it--my meek, little Brother, Todd, calling me 'boy,' like he owned me. I had to admit, the way he had me against the wall and helpless, I was starting to FEEL like he owned me.

He swung and hit my balls with the cane--a home run on both nuts. "Waaahhhhrrrrgghhhhhhhhhh!" The pain in my nuts was worse than anything I'd ever felt--ever. It was bad enough that my balls throbbed with agonizing pain, but it hurt halfway up to my chest. I went on screaming for a full minute, then started to quiet down.

"Don't ever cuss or forget to call me 'sir,' again!"

On the words, 'cuss,' and 'again' he hit the head of my cock with the thin part of the cane.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooohhhhhh. Ow, Ow, Ahhhhhhhhhhrgh!"

The pain was so bad, I couldn't breathe for a while. As if that weren't bad enough, he took that cane to my butt and the back of my legs. I tried not to yell, but after the second stroke, I started screaming, and kept screaming while my little brother gave me another 15 or 20 powerful strokes.

Todd left the room with me moaning in pain. By the time he came back to the room, I was quiet. My brother examined his handiwork by getting close to the wounds, and tapping with his finger.

"Ahh, ooo, ohh, no, ow!"

"Is that all you have to say for yourself, boy?"

"Those speeches you made in tears--about wanting me, and your being sorry about me getting spanked worse than you--those were all lies, Todd, weren't they?

"Not really. I DID want you, but not the way you think. I want you like I got you now," Todd said, grinning evilly.

"You little SHIT!" I said to Todd, too angry to yell. I knew that wasn't the right thing to say--especially with the position my little brother had me in. Now, I sensed I had touched a nerve in him--not a good nerve, either.

Todd looked at me and spoke quietly. "Either you're very stupid, or you really like excruciating pain, Peter." He knew I hated being called by my full first name. The quiet, menacing tone and the icy look in his eye made me shiver.

He worked the ropes quickly. When he was done, Todd had me standing, with my legs spread wide. He produced a narrow paddle. That did get me frightened. What made it worse was that, despite Todd being tall for his age, he was still smaller than me--he was still my skinny younger brother--and it was embarrassing to think that this little kid was going to make me cry out in pain. I knew that this particular paddle was not something we had around the house. It was new.

"Where'd you get that----SIR?"

"Aw--don't look so scared, big bro. I have friends in high places that give me things. No need to be scared. This tiny paddle is only 2 inches wide," my little brother said coldly, as he stroked my pole to full hardness. "So, how much could this small thing hurt a nice big dick like yours?"

"Please, don't do this."

"Now, boy--take it like a man. I was proud of you because you were always so much stronger than me. I looked up to you as a big brother. Don't embarrass me, Pete. Make me proud of you, now. Take it like a man."

"Oh, God!" I yelled, in desperation.

"Oh, and one more thing, Peter," Todd said threateningly, waving the paddle through the air, "before I beat your dick to a pulp, I wanted to thank you--for giving me what I wanted. You see, boy, I want to hear a MAN scream--that's YOU, big bro. But you're a real perv for wanting what YOU wanted--to hear ME scream. I'm just a boy. Yeah, Peter--what kind of sicko wants to hear a BOY scream? But me, what I want is reasonable. If little, fourteen-year-old me could make a seventeen, almost eighteen-year-old man like you scream, that would mean I had a lot of power over you. Control, even. Don't you see? A kid like me would get so boned, so horny, over knowing I had that control, that I made you scream, that I made you beg me to stop. I can use you to get my rocks off, anytime I want. Do you see now--how that's gonna give me so many good fantasies to think about, while I'm fucking you, Peter--or do you like BOY, better?"

"You're never gonna fuck me!"

"We'll see, Peter, we'll see." _____ Please write me at Dom6789@hotmail.com. I'm dying to write the 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.

I know it's monotonous, but I'll keep posting this notice at the end of a chapter--hoping you'll all write me a note. :-) RYTE A NOWT.

Dom6789@hotmail.com

THE OTHER STORY: hot-younger-brother

Next: Chapter 4


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