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Subject: {ASSM} St. Brother's Surprise -- 3   (ttt/t, M/t, spank, shave, sex)
Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 21:10:02 -0400
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St. Brother's Surprise -- 3   (ttt/t, M/t, spank, shave, sex)

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of teen/teen
spankings, shaving and consensual sex.  If such subjects are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  Of
course, one should practice safe sex more carefully than my fictional
characters.  Need I tell you that you should read Part 1 first or that
I've changed narrators.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com


Brother's Surprise -- 3
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Hi.  This is Tim or I guess that I should say Timmy now that my kid
brother, Scot, has taken charge.  He told me to write about how I felt
since that day our relationship changed.  I was very excited when our
parents suddenly told us that they were going to leave us on our own for
a few days while they went to see and deal with granny's problems.

As you can imagine, Scot and I had been asking for this for some time.
Of course we were going to be in school most of the days and mom
arranged for the housekeeping stuff and our neighbor was going to watch
us.  But at least no baby sitter or being sent to friends' houses.  The
best part of it all was that I WAS TO BE IN CHARGE.  Of course, I was
the oldest and always got the chore to watch over little Scotty.  But
now he was a teenager and even had hair about his prick so he did not
really need much watching.

The 'rents are probably about average in the rules they set but dad
still likes to haul us over his lap with our pants down and blister our
bare tails when we do wrong -- even though I am sixteen already.  It was
not that bad when I was a little boy but since I got into high school I
just don't like it.  The worst time was a few months before granny fell.
I had been sassy with mom and that really ticked dad off.  He just
grabbed me and hauled me off to my room.  Scotty and his buddy Ike were
there but dad did not care and did not send them away.  He sat on my
chair and opened my belt and opened my jeans and yanked them down and
then my boxers so that my cock was flapping with Ike and Scot watching.
I must have been blushing from head to toe when dad flipped me over his
lap.  I can still hear the smacks as his big hard hand connected with my
butt over and over.  How the pain raced through my body and forcing the
tears right out of my eyes and the yells out of my mouth.  "YOU WILL NOT
SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN, YOUNG MAN!"  dad lectured
over and over.  He was truly mad.  Then he parked me in the corner --
with my pants about my ankles and my glowing butt on display -- for
Scotty and Ike to stare at.

And they did not stop at staring.  As soon as dad left they started
making wisecracks about how my ass was glowing; how they were worried it
could start a fire; and (worst of all) about my crying.  It was, in a
word, disasterville.  My misery was compounded the next day in school
when Tony (Ike's brother) my closest friend and blood brother talked
about it in the hall with everyone else listening and wanting a look.
My butt was red for days for all to admire in gym.

Naturally, Scotty got spanked the same way at times for his fuckups.  I
enjoyed watching him get it when I was not waiting for a spanking at the
time.  So, when I was put in charge I immediately looked forward to
spanking Scotty.  I though it would be fun and make him listen to me
more.  I did not notice how Scot was giving me enough rope to hang
myself that first night alone.  He did everything I ordered him to
except get to bed early.  How could I have guessed that he had rigged
the camcorder to get the proof to blackmail me especially when I was
busy being a stupid ass?

I did enjoy spanking him at the time but not as much as I expected.  I
hated getting spanked by dad although I liked watching Scot get it but
something was different.  Perhaps, I guess, deep inside, I knew that
what I was doing was wrong and mean.  By the time that Scot gave me that
damming tape I had decided that I should apologize to him but then it
was too late.  He had the goods on me and I knew what dad would do.  So
reluctantly I agreed to his terms.

I did not feel like I did when dad spanked me.  It was just different
when my little brother stripped me.  I somehow felt that I must be
younger that he because he was punishing me.  I just felt younger and
younger as he pulled my clothes off piece by piece and then turned me
over his lap.  I was so ashamed of myself that I did everything he told
me to.  Of course his spanking did not hurt anything like one of dad's
on the outside but inside it was terrible.  The hair brush hurt more and
I deserved an even more severe spanking from Scot.  Back then I did not
want to cry but now I wish I had so that Scot would have had that
satisfaction.

He really got to me with his three options.  I already felt that I small
enough to walk under a snake and so I tried to show him that I was not a
total loser by taking option A.  I promised myself that I would accept
whatever punishment he dished out.  When I saw him with the hair clipper
I expected that he was going to cut my hair and that I would look like a
stupid dork.  I was not prepared for him clipping my pubes.  I was mad
at that time and scared of what would happen in gym.  I did not sleep
well that night.  I was going suffer and I deserved to for my terrible
behavior.  I'm very grateful to Scot for suggesting several reasons to
explain my new crew cut.

It was then that I realized that Scot was not just a little brother brat
to be pushed about.  He was a guy to reckon with as he proved by really
besting me.  He certainly was catching up with me and perhaps even
passing me.

Then the 'rents were going away again and I suggested to dad that Scot
be in charge.  I knew it really wouldn't matter and justified it to dad
that I could take care of myself and Scot would be so busy doing the
same he would have time to bother me.  I knew that this was not really
true but I was afraid that I might do something stupid again if I was in
charge again.

But then I started to think about how strange it was when Scot spanked
me for it was not like when dad did it.  When dad always expected that I
would change and be a good boy and live up to his expectations and I
felt that I had to be a better boy.  When Scot did it I felt like a
little boy with lots of time to do right and without any
responsibilities.

I really admire Scot with how he kept his control and relentlessly
proceeded to take control of me.  I admit that I was not running after
the girls nor were they flocking about me but similarly I was not
thinking about doing anything with guys.  Sure I read a lot of stories
with guys spanking and fucking with each other and jerking off but that
was all.  When Scot spanked me I started to feel like some of those
characters and did what Scot made me do.

I will confess that I like doing it all.  We had gotten into blood
brothers mode a few times and I knew Scot would stop if I asked him to.
But I haven't asked and don't plan to at least for now.  He been very
good about keeping this our secret.  But I want to be able to talk about
this with my best friend and so I spoke with Scot.  I've already told
you that Scot and I have that special blood brother relationship that
boys like to do even though we really are of one blood.  Actually, it is
a four way with Tony and Ike.  A few years ago we all got close and we
made blood brother vows.  He agreed but insisted that Ike be in also to
maintain our four brothers solidarity.

We arranged a meeting.  Scot and I set it up like the time we shared
blood.  It was on the old rug in the dark attic with a single candle for
light so that it felt very special -- ceremonial and mysterious.  We all
stripped and sat around the candle on the four compass points with our
knees touching.  I locked left pinkies with Tony across the center and
Scot did the same with Ike.  Then Scot and Tony locked right pinkies and
Ike with me so were one now like a big knot.  We chanted our private
secret stuff.

Scott told them that I had something to say of great importance that was
strictly private and for no other ears.  "It's hard to explain" I
started, "but Scot and I have found that he is the natural leader and we
decided that he is the _brother_in_charge_ and not me.  We have seen
that I'm still just a little boy and he is already a young man."

They were shocked as expected and were silent for a while.  Then Tony
broke a big smile.  "So that explains it." he laughed looking at my bare
pubes.  "I never believed all those answers you gave in school."

Ike, without breaking our pinky grip, moved his hand so he could feel my
pubis.  "Smooth!  Like a little boy and smooth as a baby's ass."

"Little boys don't have pubes, they wear tighty-whities, and get spanked
when they are naughty or don't listen to their brother." explained Scot
most matteroffactly.

"You _spank_ him?" asked Ike in amazement.  "Like a little boy?  How?"

Scot had to answer our blood brother for we had no secrets.  "Yes and
yes.  Bare ass over my lap with my hand, hairbrush and strap.  Bent over
with the strap.  And for as long and hard as I feel is necessary.  It
really makes him behave as he should."

They both asked a lot of question and I explained as best that I could
as I wrote about before.  Ike suggested that he could take care of Tony
in the same way but Tony declined.  Not only that but he suggested that
he should adapt spanking as a method with Ike.  Ike did not go for that
at all.  Tony said that he would kept it in mind for the next time his
little brother fucked up.

They both wanted a demonstration.  I was glad that I had been good so
that they wouldn't get one now.  These last two hours had been very
difficult for me.  But Scot suddenly asked me if had collected the
laundry and started the wash cycle.  Unfortunately I hadn't.  I was in
trouble.  Big trouble.

Scot dragged the old chair to the center of the room and made me stand
in front of him as he lectured me about responsibility.  Our two blood
brothers paid close attention.  Then he pulled me over his lap and
clamped me in place with his arm.  A year ago he would not have had such
an easy time but he grew a lot since then.  He spanked me with his hand
for some time; over and over I heard and felt his hand crash down on my
bottom cheeks and they were growing warm.  I was glad that this had not
been planed so that he would not have the hairbrush or his strap to use.

I was so, so wrong.  Apparently he was prepared for I saw Tony move
about and then hand him something.  With the next stroke I knew that it
was the hairbrush.  In record time I was bawling like a baby and
promising to do my chores and begging him to stop.  It seemed forever
before he did.  I fell to my knees between his legs and cried in his
lap.  Of course his hard cock was in my face.  I forgot we were not
alone and started to suck him for comfort as I often did.  And Scot let
it happen and encouraged me as always.  Not only did he shoot in my
mouth but I swallowed as I normally do.

When we had finished I turned around and realized that they were there.
They were both grinning from ear to ear and stroking their hard rods.
When Ike stepped in front of me, stuck his throbbing prick in my face
and said: "Suck it!  Suck it, boy."  I couldn't help myself.  In less
than a minute he blasted off like a firecracker.  "WOW!  AWESOME!
TOTALLY AWESOME, DUDE!"

Tony immediately took his place and entered me.  I don't think that I
realized that he replaced his brother until later for I was so intent on
satisfying my yearning for juicy cock.  And juicy it was.  When he was
about to shoot, he clamped his hands about my head assuring that he
filled my month with his large load.  Since he was the oldest of us, it
was not surprising that he was the biggest and most developed.  I
practically drowned when he filled my maw as I struggled to swallow.

We soon returned to Our Quadrangle.  Scot reminded them that is was all
most private and that they should be careful about talking about it if
they could be overheard and orders needed to be formed as if they were
from our parents or suggestions.  We fooled around after dressing and
played games until they went home.  They thanked me for the blow jobs I
gave them and Tony even promised to fuck me.

At first I was a bit upset that they saw me getting spanked and that I
sucked them both.  I had a long talk with Scot about it.  He pointed out
that we were all blood brothers and that this way they would not wonder
about the details as much.  This he said was good because since they
were also my big brothers (with nice bushes) they should know how to
disciple me.

I think it all worked out right now that I'm looking back.  I did get
that capability I wanted to be able to talk about it with Tony.  And
since Ike also knew all, we could all be comfortable together.

I got to go now.  Scot reminded me that it is time to get ready for bed
and if I'm late he'll use the strap.  'Bye.

* * * * * * * *

I have to say that the way Scot was dominating Timmy really surprised
both Tony and I.  I asked Scot why he hadn't given me some advanced info
and he explained that Timmy had said it was a secret in blood brother
mode so it had to be.  I jerked off to what had happened over and over.
Many times I would look at Tony and wonder if I could do it to him.  I
quickly realized that would be impossible as Tony was far to mature and
I even thought about him taking charge of me and decided that I would
not like it.

Only a couple of weeks later Scot had a school project he had to stay
late for and asked me to check that the little boy was studying like he
should for a test.  I dropped by their house about half past seven.
Their mom was going out and told me that Scot was also out.  "I know but
I dropped by to get a book I left the other day."  I quietly went up to
their room and watched silently for a few minutes.

"Boy!  That does not look like your homework." I said stepping into the
room.  "You're not taking an art class."  The screen was full of well
built studs.

Timmy tried to change the screen but it was too late.  He tried to give
me excuses but we both knew that was not going to work.  "Scot said he
thought that you might goof off and asked me to check up on you.  He
was, alas, very right.  He also said that a quick spanking would help
you concentrate."

"Ike, you can't do that.  Please." pleaded Timmy.

"Timmy, you are a naughty little boy and you are going to get a spanking
you earned and certainly need.  RIGHT NOW!  Get me the hairbrush."  My
cock was straining in my pants so much I though they would rip.

He walked over to the dresser, got the brush and came to me.  By then I
was sitting on the bed.  I started with his shirt -- as I lectured him.
I slowly opened his shirt and removed it.  Timmy was silent with his
head bowed in knowing he was in disgrace but I was getting a major
charge out of this.  This was nothing like watching my little cousins at
the family BBQ for a couple of hours.  Then I opened his pants and
pulled them down.  He stepped out of them.  Hooking my thumbs in the
waistband of his little boy tighty-whites I pushed them down and he
lifted his feet so I could remove them.  I gave his pubis a rub.  "Still
just a little boy." I told him.  "Just a naughty little boy."  But his
pubis was not as smooth as last time for there was some stubble.  He
fell over my lap as I pulled him into position.

I was looking at his ass waiting for me to start spanking it.  I did
what comes naturally and began to spank with my hand.  It was a real joy
to see my hand print form but soon I realized why I should use the
hairbrush for my hand was starting to hurt.  I took the brush and
started to use it.  It was much better.  All my efforts went into
Timmy's butt and I did not feel any backlash.  It was much more
effective for Timmy began to promise and beg me to stop.  But, following
Scot's instructions I kept at it until Timmy started to sob and then
gave him a few more.  I lifted him up but he just dropped to his knees
in front of me and cried into my lap.  The only reason my cock did not
get harder was it was already at max when I started.

Scot also said that Timmy seems to like to suck a bit after a spanking
so I opened my pants and let my cock come through the fly of my boxers.
Timmy pounced on it like a cat on a mouse immediately engulfing it.  He
stopped crying as he sucked and I was ecstatic with pleasure.  I'm glad
that I lasted much longer than the previous time in the attic.  Timmy
sucked me dry without leaving a mess.

When he finally released my drained cock, he looked up at me with puppy
eyes.  "Thank you.  I deserved that spanking and I'll do my work now,
Big Brother."  He got up, picked up his briefs and started to return to
his desk.

Without a word I led him to his bathroom.  After washing his face, I wet
his pubis with the wash cloth.  The razor was right next to the shaving
cream in the medicine cabinet.  I squirted some on him and rubbed it
about.  It was fun to draw the razor through the shaving foam and see
the nice smooth skin appear.  In a few minutes he was nice and smooth.
"No more nasty stubble, Timmy-boy." I told him.

I rinsed and dried him.  With a slap on his still red butt, I sent him
back to study for his test.  "Yes, Big Brother."  I got my book and
returned home to do my own work.

Later I told Tony all about it and how much I enjoyed do it.  He thought
it was _very interesting_ but he also got a major hard on.  When I
pointed it out to him I asked how he would like being spanked by me.

He laughed.  "Ike, you try that and I'll hand your head to you and then
spank you so hard that you won't be able to sit for a month."

Then it was my turn to laugh for I really did not have any intentions of
even trying that.  But Tony thought I should be taught a lesson.  I
barely closed my mouth when he was on me.  Like all brothers we had
played around fighting.  We both knew that he could always control
(still but not for much longer, I hope) me when he wanted but he had
never hurt me.  Of course, I fought back as a matter of form.  This time
he did not play much but quickly overpowered me.

"You need to learn some manners, young man." he snared.  He sat on his
bed and pulled me over his lap.  He was going to spank me and I was
powerless to stop him.  I was not ready to beg him to stop nor to
surrender like a sissy wuss.  Beside doing either would cause him to
laugh at me.  While holding me in position with a hammerlock he grabbed
the waist band of my boxers and yanked them down.  I was hard and so was
he for I could feel his cock pressing into me.  Then he slapped my ass
with his hand.  As he continued to spank me he said that I better learn
some respect or he would get a paddle and pound it into me.  The spanks
were not wimpy but I was sure that they could have been a lot hard too.
He was just playing.  To confess, it felt good.  I was getting a nice
warm feeling in more places than my ass.

"Are you going to be a polite lad?" he asked.  I'm sure he was grinning.

"Yes, sir.  I'll be polite."

"I'm glad you're not a little boy wuss, Tony.  Goodnight."

"There just one more thing, young man.  You have to pay for that
spanking."  I was puzzled; what sort of charge was there for being
spanked.  I grunted at Tony.  "A spanking is a lot of work and you need
to pay for it.  Now get your ass over here."  He was sitting on the edge
of his bed with his gun out and cocked.  He was also smiling.  "And take
care of this."

"I don't do that, Tony."

"Do I have to make you pay your debts?"  He was still smiling.  He
started to count down.  When he got to zero he just said my name.  If he
was going to force me, he would have pounced on me already.  He was not
forcing me.  But, I wondered how it would be?  Tim made us feel great
doing it.

"I did not ask you to spank me.  Why should I pay?"

"You got the service and you got to pay for it."

"And if I don't."

"Then you get spanked again and will owe for two."

I will admit that I was a bit curious about doing it.  The thought made
my  own cock twitch.  I got up and knelt before my brother.  Before I
could open my mouth, Tony put his hand under my chin.  "Only if you want
to try it, bro."

"I pay my debits!" I snarled and went down on his shaft.  It felt
strange but I did the things that Timmy had done to me.  Tony kept his
hand away so I knew that I could stop any time.  But it was interesting
how he was responding to my every move; in someway I was in control.  I
could bring him close and then back off letting him down.  Then I took
him over the edge.  He shot his gun like it was an automatic firing
blast after blast until he emptied his magazine.

"WOW!" he said when he recovered.  "That was great."

I got back into my bed but Tony followed me over and pulled down the
covers and my boxers.  I practically fainted as he returned the b/j.  

"'night, Ike."

I had very  interesting dreams that night.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  October 24, 2003

Y.

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