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The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of domination,
spankings and sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if
you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
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YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


Tim Gets Even
By 
Y. Lee Coyote

I hated my older brother and for good reasons.  Ever since I could
remember Douglas had picked on me.  It was worse than the usual sibling
rivalry between two brothers  (that I saw with my friends and their
brothers) for Doug was, to put it bluntly, a nasty bully and always had
a nineteen month advantage over me.  Our parents were not very observant
and Doug's threats to hurt me again were always effective because I was
scared of him.  One particularly nasty thing happened when I was only
six and Doug's friend had a sleepover.  While his friend held me down in
my own bed, Doug peed over my crotch so that it would look like I had
wet the bed.  This got me stuck in diapers for a week and prevented me
from having my own sleepover.  Many times my homework disappeared and I
got poor grades and detentions in school.  I think that my hatred was
justified and constantly I dreamt of getting even.

The opportunity presented itself when I was twelve and Doug was thirteen
and half.  Both of us were on the edge of puberty (I was relatively
ahead with that) and Doug was only marginally taller and heavier than
me.  It had been several months since I had been closely watching where
he  was surfing when on the web.  It had been an easy task to put a spy
program that recorded his URL visits and copied his e-mail; he was quite
a dumb ass with computers.  The intelligence I gathered told me that
Doug was interested in male/male domination/submission, bondage and
spanking particularly with a military twist.  Truth be told, I also
found a lot of the stuff exciting for my boyhood reared to its full size
when I checked things out; especially when I thought of dominating Doug
and getting even.  It was obvious as to the role he most desired and
which were his favorites stories were for he had copied them and changed
the bottom boys' names to his.

One day the Junior Thespians rehearsal was canceled because the teacher
was sick so I got home some two hours early.  As I entered the house, I
heard strange sounds from upstairs.  I started up the stairs and then I
could hear more.  My brother was talking and there were slapping sounds.
As I listened, I got my digital camera out of my backpack and moved
closer.

Now I was able to understand what Doug was saying and see what he was
doing for the door was open.  Doug was lying on the bed with his naked
ass to the door.  He was hitting himself with a belt and saying stuff
like: "You're a bad boy, Douggie.", "Are you going to do your homework?"
and "You deserve this spanking."  I was amazed but not too amazed to
take several pictures and then swap the memory module.  I recognized
these as lines from Doug favorite stories.

I took off my own belt and walked quietly into the room.  "Yes, you have
been very naughty, Douggie." and swung my belt at the well positioned
ass.  I connected much harder than Doug had been hitting himself.  Not
only did I smile when I saw a wide red strip appear on Doug's butt but I
almost creamed in my pants.  I managed to get another two hard THWACKS
in before Doug jumped up shouting:  "What the hell?"

"WE'RE NOT DONE YET, NAUGHTY BOY Douggie.  THAT WILL BE TWO EXTRA.  GET
BACK INTO POSITION, DOGFACE."  I snapped loudly, trying to be as
commanding as I could forcing my tenor down to a barbitone.  I hoped I
sounded like a DI.

My very surprised big brother Douggie said: "YES, SIR." and fell back on
to the bed like the wimp he is.

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

Doug's butt was red all over and I'm sure that it hurt a lot more than
when he had hit himself but he could not get up.  I had said the proper
words and he could not escape from his fantasy turning into reality.

"You are a very bad boy, _DOUGLAS OSCAR GRANT_."  All the stories used
full names when yelling at the naughty boys.

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!
THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!
THWACK!!

I was really laying it on hard.  I had many years of pent up hatred to
drive me.  Then I heard Douggie sobbing and whining.  "I'll be good.
I'll be good.  I'll be good.  Please stop.  Please."

THWACK!!  "Will you do your homework?"  THWACK!!

"Yes, sir."

THWACK!!  "Will you clean your room?"  THWACK!!

"Yes, sir."

THWACK!!  "Will you be nice to your brother?"  THWACK!!

Douggie did not answer, so I had the strap ask the question again.

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

"Yes, sir."

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!

That was just the extra to get Douggie to bawl.  I dropped the belt and
picked up my camera again.  I got several pictures of the well strapped
bottom both close up and distant to show the room in detail and then
went around and got a couple of face shots.  Douggie was crying so much
that he never noticed the camera which I then quickly put away.

As I paused and admired the glowing red hot butt of my wimp, bulling big
brother I realized that my cock was trying to burst of out my jeans.  I
yanked open my belt, ripped open my 501's and pushed down my tended
boxers.  My cock snapped up, slapping my abs with a smack like it was a
paddle spanking a bad boy's butt elated to be free.  Then I remembered
one of his fav stories.  The story-Douggie was a plebe captured by the
rival house at the military academy, tortured and fucked by the
officers.  I grabbed the tube of lube that I used to jerk off with and
covered my rampant rifle.  I pressed a glob on my brother's bull's-eye
and stepped up to the firing line.  I pressed forward and he yielded for
I was the irresistible conquering force.  My rifle slid in all the way
until I was pressed tight up against his hot butt.  I held my position
reveling in my conquest for a minute.

Then I grabbed his hips and started to fuck him hard and fast.  Boy, did
that feel great.  Losing one's virginity as one chooses is always great
but taking Douggie's at the same time was awesome.  As I thrust in and
out, Douggie started to respond and through his sobs, was whispering
"Fuck me, Captain, Fuck me, Sir."  My rifle exploded like it was an
automatic spewing my cum deep into to my now compliant brother for the
very first time like a hail of bullets.

Then I got a washcloth and started to comfort the big cry baby.  I sat
on the bed (being careful not to sit where he had shot) and pulled him
up and held him while wiping his face.  There was much snot and tears
requiring mopping up.  I just used another line from his favs to remind
Douggie that spankings are what happened to naughty boys but now that it
is over all is forgiven.  (That last part was a big lie.)  As I held my
brother I realized that we both still had hard ons.  I also noted that
my brother had a few pubes.

After a while Douggie seem to quiet down and I said simply "When Douggie
is a bad boy he gets spanked to teach him a lesson.  Now it is time for
Doug to take a shower and then do his homework."  I was certain that
this would be a good test for he absolutely hated to be called
'Douggie'.  He had shown his extreme dislike with his fists a couple of
times.

"Yes, Sir.  Douggie go shower now." he said going off to the bathroom.
I was ready to fight but he just trotted off like a whipped puppy dog;
DOG -- that's stands for Douglas Oscar Grant!  I quickly copied the
pictures from the camera's memory into my PC and uploaded them to my
home page.  By the time Doug returned from the shower, I was doing my
homework as if nothing unusual had happened.  Doug did not say anything
but just dressed and started on his own homework.  I smiled when I saw
how Doug was fidgeting on his hot ass.

It was lights out time before anything was said.  I took the lead having
won the latest battle and now planing to win the war.  I sat on my
brother's bed and told him directly that I knew that he liked to play
the naughty boy and as a dear, kind, loving brother I would help all I
could even to elicit the help of our friends if necessary.  I knew that
he would want to keep this a secret.  When Doug tried to speak I just
placed a hand over his mouth.  "No need to thank me, Douggie.  No need
to thank me at all." I purred.  I also rested my other hand on Douggie's
crotch and could feel his boner.  I squeezed it and smiled.  "Yes, this
is exciting and it will get even more exciting, brother as we do more
like in those stories you love so much.  Now be a good little boy and go
to sleep, Douggie."  At least for now it seemed that Douggie was too
overwhelmed to object.

I then got into my own bed and added: "Oh, congratulations on losing
your cherry." just to annoy him a bit more.  In the stories being fucked
meant that he lost status and as fucker I gained it.  I'm sure that Doug
was doing what I was -- wondering what the future would bring.  I slept
very well that night in the satisfaction of having strapped my brother
and knowing there was more -- a lot more -- to happen.  I guessed that
Doug would worry for he now knew that his little brother knew his
deepest secret.  What would happen?

The next afternoon Doug wrote to his e-mail buddy telling him of the
strange event.

   Kev,  the strangest thing happened yesterday....i was home
   alone and trying to spank myself with my belt just like we talked
   about several times....and my pesky kid bro came home early
   and caught me....and then started to strap me himself HARD!!....
   he said all the right words like in my fav stories and it was so
   totally exciting....he isn't the hunk that i dream of at all....i
   came from the strapping and it was TOTALLY AWESOME....
   he even claimed me as a proper conqueror does and i shot
   again....later at bedtime he promised me more like in the
   stories....how the fuck does he know about those things....you can
   bet that i want more but i can not tell him....doug

I did some shopping on the way home.  I wanted to get things that I
needed.  I was glad that I had read not only the stories but several of
the how-to's sites.  My brother never though of looking there.  There
were only two things that were essential to get.  First was rope and the
hardware store had lots of that cheap as clothes line.  The second was a
razor.  That was gotten as a two-pack at the drug store.  Gags and
blindfolds can easily improvised.

Midday on Friday, I went to the school library and sent a very innocent
looking e-mail message.
	Douggie:
	Conduct review and inspection at 1930h tonite; your quarters.
	Captain.
I also included a link to a couple of the pictures I took of his hot red
ass.

I got home early and changed into a tight black t-shirt, camouflage
pants and boots and went out and returned home at six for dinner.
Mother had set the table in the kitchen for us as she and dad were going
out.  After eating, we went to watch TV in the family room.  At 7:25 I
asked my brother if he had someplace to be.  Doug dashed off to our room
and I smiled a great big smile.  Douggie definitely wanted to play some
more.  A few minutes later, I put on my bomber jacket and mirror
sunglasses and went to our room.

Douggie, sitting on his bed not really sure of what was going to happen
was dumbfounded when he saw his me.  I was not the big stud that his
dreams were made of but the other images were just right.  I fired off a
whole rapid fire series of 'did ya' questions not leaving anytime for
Douggie to reply which was my intention.

"Well, boy?" I snapped and again not allowing any answer continued: "It
appears that you have earned yourself a whipping boy.  Get those clothes
off, ASAP, _boy_!"  Douggie did not move.  "That's three extra for
delaying, boy.  Now STRIP!"

Douggie slowly started to open his shirt. "Yes, sir." he said meekly and
quietly.  I'll bet that my eyes were twinkling hidden behind the mirrors
and I struggled to keep a stern scowl on my face.  I stood there
enjoying my bullying older brother stripping at my command in
preparation for another strapping.  I felt the power being coursing
through my veins with every heartbeat.  I did not care why my brother
was obeying just that he was.  My cock was super hard and was tenting my
pants.  It felt good.  Everything felt good.

Douggie was now naked and standing at parade rest.  His cock was also
hard but it did not point up and I could count that he had ten pubes.
That was more than I had and that would not do but first other things
must happen.  "Pick up that mess and fold it properly on the desk, boy."
I barked pointing at Douggie's clothes on the floor.  Douggie did at he
was told.  As he started back, I put out my hand: "Belt."  Douggie
pulled the belt from his own jeans and handed it to me.

"Over the bed, Douggie-boy."  Douggie knelt the edge of the bed so that
his rump was out.  I stepped to the side and removed my jacket.  I
folded the belt and snapped it.  Douggie flinched at the sound and I
grinned.  I raised the belt and brought in down hard leaving a wide red
strip and then again.  "What this for, boy?"

"Not doing my homework, Sir."

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  "And this?"

"Not studying for the math test, Sir."

THWACK!!  THWACK!!  "And this?"

"Talking back to mom, Sir."

I was amazed that this was so easy.  Douggie was submitting so much I
could hardly believe it.  After some ten hits, he was sobbing and I was
hitting faster.  I wanted to make Douggie bawl like a baby and he did.
Then I gave him a few more hits.

As Douggie bawled like a baby, I got the rope from my pack.  I selected
four six foot lengths.  "Get up cry-baby."  Douggie stood up.  I yanked
the top sheet and blankets from the bed.  "Lie on your back,
Douggie-boy."

Douggie obeyed once again.  He lay passively as I wrapped the rope about
his right wrist three times and tied the rope.  Then I tied the end of
the rope to the bed frame.  I repeated the operation on the other wrist
and then both ankles.  He was breathing heavily.  For the first time
Doug was tied spread-eagled like in the stories and his dreams.  I
stepped back to admire my work.  I let the camera admire it also.

The first bandana made a good blindfold and the second a good gag.
After a couple of more pictures, I sat down by the side of the bed and
ran my hands over my brother.  I could feel how Douggie reacted.  "You
really do like this, Douggie; don't you?"  Douggie nodded.  "I know what
you need boy." I said letting my hands caress the tied up body.  I kept
my hands moving all the time for I did not want Douggie to know what was
next.  I even jerked Douggie's cock some as I slid the safety razor
across his pubis shearing off his ten first-growth hairs.  He would
surely notice that he was bald the next time he showered but he would
not know how or why it happened.

I moved over him, put my knees in his armpits and removed the gag and
blindfold. I hit his nose with my hard shaft and I could see how his
eyes were following it.  He licked his lips a couple of times.  Then I
brushed it cross his lips and he opened his mouth.  I released the grip
I had on his balls and leaned forward so that my shaft moved into his
open, hungry maw.  I kept moving forward and brushed his uvula and kept
going.  He choked as I expected but did not try to bite.  I pulled back
and repeated this several times.  "SUCK, DOG." I directed and he tried.
He needed to learn how but this was not the position for that.  I let
him try a few minutes and then pulled out.

I untied his feet and got between his legs again.  I raised his legs up
on my shoulder and moved forward.  I squeezed out some lube and coated
my cock and his hole.  Was he pleading with his eyes that I should not
do this again?  I was not sure so I said: "It not your choice, boy."

The look in his eyes changed.  I must have said the right words.  "Yes,
Sir.  Please fuck me, Sir."  I'm a loving brother and I did as he
begged.  It was great -- just like the first time.  Even without his
cock being touched, Douggie shot also.  I rubbed his come onto his pubis
saying "This will kept you a hairless boy.".

After I untied his arms, I sat on the bed and had him kneel between my
legs.  I made him clean off my cock and tried to teach him how to suck
properly.  He was very docile.

Four months later it all came together.  I had been working, no, make
that _training_ Douggie to be my boy.  It was really nice not to have
him picking on me as he had for the previous ten years.  Of course, it
was awesome to dominate him even though it was just in private.  Not
letting him see that I used the that first time razor turned out to be
very good.  I managed it again and then used a depilatory telling him it
would make his pubes grow faster.  Then after a month, I just told that
I was going to shave him because he was my boy and boys don't have
pubes.  Since he was tied up he could not stop me but he was as hard as
a rock as I lathered him up for the first time and then slowly cut his
small growth off.  I just had to jerk him a couple of times and he
exploded.  After that accepted the razor or cream pretending to object
although he really loved it.

The following weekend was Doug's fourteenth birthday and our folks had
to attend an affair out of town that Saturday night.  On Friday night he
had the usual birthday party but the interesting stuff would be
happening on Saturday.

It was with great difficultly that we managed to get permission for
Doug's buddy, Chuck, and mine, Andy, to sleepover on Saturday.  We had
to make all sorts of promises to behave properly and not have any girls,
drugs or booze.  Our next door neighbor would, as always, be keeping an
eye on things.  Doug was really gung ho about being considered
trustworthy enough to be in charge that made an offer that really
convinced our parents -- if he was found wanting then would submit to a
spanking from his dad and that I would then be in charge in the future.
Little did our parents know that I was already in charge of Douggie and
made him make this offer.

Midmorning we four took the train into town to go to the ball game at
the stadium.  Douggie was disappointed that his team lost on his
birthday.  We ate out and then returned home for the real fun and games.
What Douggie did not know is that I had been sworn both Chuck and Andy
to secrecy and we were to make Douggie's wildest dreams come true.
Hopefully far more true than he ever thought possible.  I even gave then
a few URL's so that they could read his favorite stories and some to the
how-to's so that they would know how-to do things.  They were very
enthusiastic acolytes as I expected.  What boy does not want to be on
the winning side in a game of war?

Back home we had the cake mom made and sang him happy birthday.  Then we
told him that we were going to make his dreams come true and that we
were going to start with a proper birthday spanking.  We insisted that
he be dressed properly -- in his birthday suit.  He was reluctant to
strip so we helped him.  It was not very difficult with the three of us
and soon he was naked on the floor.  Once his clothes were off, he
stopped fighting us for Andy had pointed out that he was hairless and
that everyone knows that hairless _little_ boys don't have anything to
hide and always ask their friends for their birthday spanking nicely
otherwise they get caned instead.  Of course, we did not have any canes
to do that but it was a good line.

A few minutes later, Douggie was standing in front of the three of us
and saying: "Friends, please give me my birthday spanking."  We all had
major hard ons by that time and we stripped so we also would be dressed
for the occasion.  I'm sure that Douggie noticed that he was the only
one without pubes (I had made sure of that).  Chuck had a nice bush and
both Andy and I were doing well in that department.

I went first.  I sat on the couch with Douggie over my lap and Andy and
Chuck on either side restraining the birthday boy.  I gave him a SPANK
on the right check and then on the left and said "ONE".  Fortunately,
Chuck and Andy were holding tight.  I repeated this until he had fifteen
on each check.  I hit hard so that he was a nice rosy glowing red.  Then
it was Chucks' turn.  Everyone got up and we rearranged ourselves.
Chuck just gave him a straight spanking of fifteen spanks spread on each
check.  But they were hard spanks as he was the strongest of us all and
the impact resounded through the room.  We shifted around and Andy got
his turn.  He also had some reasons to hate Douggie so that he put his
all behind his spanking.

We all surrounded Douggie and got him into a group hug.  "You're going
to have wonderful evening, Douggie.  We going to play school.  Military
school and you're the new naughty boy-cadet known by your initials -- D.
O. G."

"Yep, D-O-G;  Dog." laughed Andy.

We played with Dog for a while doing silly military drills just to get
him use to obeying the three of us together.  While he was doing some
punishment pushups, Chuck stuck one foot under his face and the other on
the back of his neck.  That started a tongue bath all the way up Chuck's
leg.  Then his balls and cock.  Chuck was really enjoying this.  I had
Chuck turn around and bend over.

"Kiss his ass, Dog."  I ordered and he did.  "The other side, now."  He
did.  "Now in the middle like you mean it."  I could see that both Andy
and Chuck were surprised but not nearly as much as when Dog spread Chuck
checks and did it.  "Now French style, Dog, with tongue."  Later Chuck
told me this was the first rim job he had gotten and that it was great
feeling Dog's tongue all over his butt hole and even inside.

"Good Dog." said Chuck turning around and patting Dog on the head.

Andy was obviously anxious so I told Dog to do him.  Andy remained
sitting on the couch with his knees up near his ears so that his hole
was fully exposed.  Chuck led Dog over to Andy by the hair.  Dog got the
message and set to work.  Andy even held his balls up to provide totally
unobstructed access.  One could see that he was in ecstasy from the
expression on his face.  When he could not take any more he pulled Dog
away from his butt hole and back down on his hard cock.  If only took
him a few minutes to blast his first load of spunk into Dog.

The three of us had lots of fun with Dog for the next few hours.  We all
used all his holes at least once and some several times.  Dog had also
licked our feet and butt holes because we commanded him.  I could sense
changes in Dog now that he was slave to the three of us which made it
somewhat public rather than just privately with me.

It was almost noon before we all got up.  By that time our parents were
home and pleased that we had not wrecked the house and even praised us
for that..  Mom made us all breakfast (a major task for four hungry
boys) and I thanked her for leaving us a nice birthday cake and lots of
goodies.  (I also scored point with mom for Douggie should have done
that.)  After breakfast we joined dad in the family room to watch the
afternoon game on the big TV.

"One of you lost your jeans last night." said dad holding them up.  As
he did that a small plastic bag fell from the pocket.  Dad looked at it
and frowned.

Andy staged whispered.  "MJ!"

He reached into another pocket and pulled out a wallet.  "So these are
yours Douglas."

"The guys gave me a real birthday spanking, dad."

"It was real fun, too." chimed in Andy.

"And what is this, son?" he asked holding up the bag.

"'don't know, dad; never seen it before." said Doug.

"You don't, eh?  Well, I'll tell you.  It is MARIJUANA; POT. And these
are rolling papers.  Just like Andy said."  Dad paused and we all were
silent.  He made Douggie empty the plastic bag into the toilet and flush
the damming contraband away.  Dad called him to his side and opened his
belt and jeans.  As he slid them down he said: "I'm very disappointed in
you, _Douglas Oscar Grant_."  He then pulled his boxers down and pulled
Doug over his lap.  "Get my hair brush, Tim."  Of course, I did as I was
told.

Although I ran both ways, by the time I returned dad was spanking
Douggie; hard.  I started hearing the loud SPANKS I as approached.
Doggies's butt was glowing in just a few minutes and Doug was promising
to be good and to sob.  Dad took the hairbrush from me and finished up
with twenty hard WHACKS leaving Doug butt bruised and glowing and very
painful.  He was bawling like a baby in front of all of us.  Evidently
he did not notice that Douggie's butt was somewhat red when he started.

"I guess that you're going to be in charge from now on, Tim; at least
until your brother grows up."

"Thank you, father.  I'll do my best to make you proud and to justify
your trust in me."

The five of us watched the game although Douggie did not see very much
from the corner.  His glowing bottom was nice to watch during the
commercials.

After the game Andy and Chuck had to leave.  Since I had been in the
house all day I decided to walk them home.  Dad sent Douggie to our room
to do his homework.

Outside I thanked the guys for their help in dealing with Douggie.  He
been picking on me for more than ten years and it was long past when I
should get even.  They in turn told me that it was their pleasure and
that was sure nice to have a place to get their rocks off without any
hassles.  Then Andy told us that he did not think my dad ever used weed.
Both Chuck and I looked at him with quizzical expressions.  "Because
that was catnip.  It's a lot cheaper.  My brother fooled my mom and dad
with it.  And now it's gone so he'll never know he was framed with a
fake stuff."  We all laughed.

Chuck also has something to say.  "I hope that you can now forgive me
for the all nasty shit, particularly the piss in the bed, that I helped
Doug do to you.  It sure felt good to get him back for the nasties he
did to me also.

I was on top of the world as I went back home looking forward to the
future.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  January 25, 2002

Y.

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