Wilhelm Grimm unlocked the cage door and took Hansel by the hand. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" he chanted in his droll and obscure humor, pulling the lad out of the enclosure as he spoke.
"Now, Hansel, my lad, you are going to get a spanking from a MAN! It will teach you, to NEVER look upon an older man when he is indisposed or in his bath."
"Yes, sir," replied Hansel, in a low voice. Although he was listening to Grimm, he was also becoming aware of his _c_o_c_k_ climbing inside the lederhosen, its thick head edging almost to the waist of the shorts.
Wilhelm sat on a ledge at the wall of the cottage and pulled the boy over his lap. Ah, there was that beautiful sight! To gaze unobserved at Hansel's sweet round full bottom - this produced two effects in the man. One was a sweet feeling of contentedness, deep inside. The other, more external, was a thickening and quickening of blood to his _c_o_c_k_, which would soon very nearly poke out of the opening at the front of his robe. Best get on with it!
He patted gently at the seat of the lederhosen. His eyes wandered down Hansel's legs, appreciating the thick thighs, the muscular calves. He patted right at the center and bottom of Hansel's butt. Then he brought his hand back and up and then with a whoosh of air, down it came unto the leather-covered buttocks of the 19 year old boy. Wilhelm paused. Not a sound from the lad! Perhaps he was not making his point! Back and up again the hand sketched in the air the arc it then made in return as it fell forcefully upon Hansel's bottom. Pause. Still no response!
Hansel heard Wilhelm grunting something under his breath and felt him pulling with both hands, to raise the lad back up onto his feet. As the older man stood to walk over to the paddle on the wall, Hansel saw once again the rosey fat head of Wilhelm Grimm's prick, bouncing between the dark folds of the robe. Wilhelm in his turn enjoyed the sensation the coarse material of the garment made on both sides of his swollen _c_o_c_k_. He took down the paddle and turned back to face the boy. Again, Hansel was staring directly at Wilhelm's rigid, uncovered prick!
This realization - that his punishment had had no more effect than that- aroused anger in the man. He would show Hansel something! Glaring at the boy's fixated stare, Wilhelm shrugged off the robe to stand again naked, _c_o_c_k_ rampant and rising.
He then carried the paddle over to the boy, set it for a moment on the ledge. His thick clumsy fingers went to the buttons that attached the straps of Hansel's lederhosen to the bib front. A bit of poking here and there with the buttons and soon the short pants fell down around Hansel's ankles. Next the brother Grimm undid Hansel's once bright and once loose and flowing shirt, now long since outgrown. Ah, the lad had a fine flat belly, and a lovely hairless and muscular chest! Wilhelm ran callused fingertips across Hansel's tough little nipples. He saw that Hansel wore some very raggedy underpants, which Wilhelm pulled off of his body, feeling only a very slight resistance from the material as the boy was now nude except for high socks and little climbing boots. THOSE could stay on!
The two men - really only seven years apart in age - stood face to face. Well - not face to face quite as Hansel was several inches taller than Grimm. But there they were, two naked men in a dark musty cottage, standing inches apart. Hansel looked at Grimm's eyes, which were wide open as he examined the sleek smooth nude body before him. A quizzical look as Wilhelm took Hansel's hard prick in his right hand and then in turn wrapped the fingers of his left hand around his own short, thick _c_o_c_k_. Some kind of unconscious comparison was being made.
He let go of the _c_o_c_k_ and touching the boy's abdomen, slid his fingers around to the back of the healthy young body. Ah, what a sweet cleft of cool firm flesh! What geography! His fingertips ran up and down the crack of Hansel's butt, the boy helplessly throbbing with sensation.
Grimm came back to his senses then and sat back on the ledge, pulling Hansel back over his lap, and picking up the paddle. Ah, but NOW the two men's bodies were bare and touching! Hansel could feel Wilhelm's _c_o_c_k_ moving warmly wedging itself up under the boy's arm and Grimm felt the youthful _c_o_c_k_ curving along the outside edge of his thigh.
Hansel had NEVER touched or been touched by another male organ. He had never even looked upon one, which was part of the explanation for why twice now he had become quite forgetful of himself as he gazed upon Wilhelm's _c_o_c_k_. (The other part of the explanation was a deeply felt but inarticulate attraction, fresh discovered in the lad.)
SMACK! Ah! Now THAT brought Hansel back to himself! SMACK! The man wielded the paddle with much greater force than the stepmother could muster for any of her implements of discipline. It stung and burned and made his _c_o_c_k_ grow even harder! SMACK! SMACK!
And then Grimm paused once again to listen. AH! The boy was breathing heavily, nearly panting! Grimm pulled him by the arm and stood him up. No wonder his breathing was so altered. Hansel's _c_o_c_k_ was dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum and lurching up and down in a dance of the deaf. The color visible even in the relative dim of the cottage was a rosey rosey red, deep and attractive. Wilhelm took it in his hand - fingers underneath, thumb clutching at the upper side of its thick stem and he felt the jerking motion of the blood inside the lad.
And then Hansel gasped, feeling what was for him the most uncomplicated pleasure he had yet felt in life as his _c_o_c_k_ unloaded its customary cargo.