It was dark and musty-smelling inside the Brothers Grimm's cottage. Following the naked Wilhelm inside, Hansel soon nearly lost sight of the hairy back and big buttocks of the older gentleman. Maybe it would be best to run away from him! He started to turn and head back for the cottage door but Wilhelm Grimm moved much faster than Hansel would have imagined possible, grabbing the bib front of Hansel's deerskin lederhosen and jerking him along behind.
"Going to have to lock you up, am I?" he said in Germanic idiom. "Well, that's easily done!"
Still holding the lad by the britches, he led him to an obscure corner of the small room where a cage that measured tall enough for a man with just enough floor space for two. Hansel recognized it as a bear cage. Wilhelm flung the boy into it pulling the heavy door shut and clicking a lock. "Now we'll see if you can get away!" he exclaimed, looking him up and down. Hansel saw with alarm that the Grimm brother's penis was aloft and rosy red in the dim light! IT did not appear to be likely to forgive him nor would its master, no doubt! In fact, Wilhelm became even more surly as he saw the lad looking at his private parts.
"YOU stay there!" he said and laughed gruffly at his joke. He then waddled out of the room. Hansel's eyes were gradually becoming accustomed to the candlelit interior of the room, which had no windows to the outside. It was all function with no decoration, containing as many devices familiar as it did mysterious and even forbidding. Hansel's eye particularly lingered on a large wooden paddle. What on earth was THAT for?
Soon enough Wilhelm came back into the room, dressed in something that looked like a dark heavy monk's robe, but with no hood. "Why, you're still here!" The captor was quite amused at his own humor. "What shall I do with ye?"
Wilhelm stood next to the cage for a moment. The bars were just far enough spaced apart that he could stretch his arm inside and the cage was too small to allow the boy to avoid his hand.
Wilhelm placed his heavy palm against the inside of Hansel's muscular thigh immediately below the leg of the lederhosen shorts. IT began firmly moving upward. Alarmed indeed, Hansel took the only escape route from this molestation that was available: he turned his back on Grimm moving into the most remote corner of the cage. Even though his groin was now unreachable he covered it with both hands and hunched into the corner.
"Ah, so THAT'S how it's going to be! Well, well, well!" said Grimm with enthusiasm. He gazed admiringly at the splendid curve of Hansel's backside, only slightly thickened by the tight heavy shorts. His hand drawn back slightly as the boy spun around now snaked forward again to a thickly carved thigh of hairless flesh. There was nothing Hansel could do to protect himself as the hand moved up his leg, until the man's thick fingers were pressed tight against the seam of the lederhosen. He greedily cupped one of Hansel's beefy buttocks.
"Ahhh" a sincere exhalation of appreciation. "Very fine, son, very fine, indeed!" and he stroked Hansel's bottom. How often he had admired the chunky round cheeks so clearly defined under the tight-fitting leather, but now, for the first time, to FEEL them. Wonderful!
A smell of fear came off the boy but there was something else that Wilhelm's discriminating nostrils picked up: the odor of a _s_e_x_ually aroused animal! Perfect! A mutually interesting situation!
"Hansel, does your father spank you when you're naughty?"
"Nn-n-no!" said Hansel "He NEVER has!"
"What about your stepmother? Does she spank you?"
With a noteable lack of caution, Hansel replied truthfully. "Yes! Oh, yes, she does! Gretel and I both fear her! Every thing she uses to cook in the kitchen has been used on our little hinterteiles!"
"Well, my boy," said Wilhelm, who could not avoid feeling some sympathy for the lad and his sister at the thought of the menacing demeanor of the step-mother, "No doubt it takes a utensil applied with force for you to feel it through those little leather britches!"
This conversation, you recall, took place with Hansel still cowering in the corner of the cage turned away from Wilhelm and with Grimm's hands - yes, now both of them - smoothing, stroking and cupping the boy's bottom.
"Oh indeed it DOES and when she has done that," Hansel again replied without inhibition, "she takes DOWN my britches and spanks me and spanks me, until my bottom turns blue! And all the time I'm embarrassed at her looking at me with my britches down!"
"Ah, poor lad," and the childless but fatherly Grimm now raises one hand to stroke the thick thatch of Hansel's blond hair. "Well, I too must punish you, lad, if you are to grow up to be a decent neighbor to us - but I will punish you without anger. In fact, I will punish you with tenderness."
Hansel was becoming more and more comfortable in his strange situation, enjoying the sensations the fleshy hands were creating on head and bottom and responding to the soothing tones of Grimm's voice.
"I'm going to take you out of the cage a bit, to begin, then," he said, and Hansel replied, "Yes, sir."
(THANKS TO THOSE BASTARDS WHO RESPONDED WITH EMAILS TO PART ONE! NOW THE REST OF YOU SONS OF BITCHES CAN ALSO DROP ME AN APPRECIATIVE COMMENT OR TWO! - STONE!)