The following story is fiction. It contain scenes of domination, spankings and _s_e_x_. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i. e., child) please leave now. For a change I have given my narrator a general ethnic identity in order to use the cultural images associated with it about respect for one's elders particularly within the family.
This is a sequel to my story "Park Encounters". It is set some twenty eight years later. Kim has married and is the father of twin thirteen year boys, Paul and Peter. They live with their mother and Uncle Jeong (who narrated the first story) in a great house.
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Discovery
Paul and I were thirteen when we went back to the attic and started to read Uncle Jeong's old diaries. Frankly, most of it was very routine (i. e., dull) until that faithful evening in the park where he wrote about his encounter with Ken and the other so called biker guys. We both sprung boners as we read how the three guys spanked and _f_u_c_k_ed him in the park and how he loved yet feared it. Within a couple of hours we both shot off a couple of times and learnt how Uncle Jeong soon fell under dad's spell also. We did not think we understood everything that was going in their heads but we wondered about having our own boy to _f_u_c_k_ when and as we pleased.
Like many families we had our lumber room in the attic where we played as little boys exploring what was stored away. Books don't generally interest kids but these were handwritten -- they were Uncle Jeong's diaries starting when he was ten until he was twenty five. It was only when we became teens that we started to read them and found that what he wrote then was not quite the same as those stories that we heard about the family table. It was so prophetic that he called them "A Boy's Diary".
When we were little kids we noticed that father and Uncle Jeong had a different sort of relationship than most adults had. Uncle Jeong was always very deferential to father; even more than the servants were. It was also obvious when we visited grandfather for father would be seated in a more honored position than Uncle Jeong who was older. Another difference we had noticed (at the beach when we were changing) was that dad had a lot of hair about his penis and Uncle Jeong was as hairless was we were. Of course, we did not understand why until we read the diaries.
We have been fortunate to have lead the good life since dad was very successful and could afford a great house and to send us to the very best schools. We are the apple of dad's eye, as the expression goes. We are already as big as dad and still growing, get great grades and excel at sports because of our competitiveness and aggressiveness. We both like to be number one -- the very best and have the drive to do it. The only time we don't feel bad about not being number one is when we are one and two together.
We also learnt that when Uncle Jeong was a freshman, he got real sick and because he missed so much school that he had to start over. After he restarted he and dad shared a room all through college. Away from their parents, dad kept a very tight leash on Uncle Jeong. He was not allowed to date nor even jerk off and got spanked a lot. As you would guess he had to service dad at least twice a day. Uncle Jeong seemed to relish the way dad treated him. Both of us are sure glad he is not that strict with us! In the middle of their freshman year, Uncle Jeong wrote this.
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Saturday, Feb. 7.
Last night I stayed home while Sir went to a party. I did my assignments and proofed his history paper as he ordered me to and then went to bed wearing just my jock strap. It's more comfortable than that thing he gotten for me and helps keeps me from playing with my hairless pee-pee which he has forbidden.
At about 3:00 in the morning he came back to the room and woke me. He was high on beer and pissed off. All he said was: "That *$%@ bitch teased me all night and then would not put out." By this time I was on my knees for he had ripped open his jeans and had his hard shaft out of his jeans and into my mouth. He kept yelling for me to suck but the way he was thrusting I could not do that. He blasted his first load hard and deep and it slipped right down my throat. I only tasted his sweetness as he pulled his still hard rod back so only the head was in my mouth. He kept a tight hold on my head with both hands and for the very first time pissed into me. "Drink it, Boy." he commanded as the almost tasteless fluid filled my mouth. I had to swallow so as not to choke. Soon I had a full belly and he was saying how much better he felt.
He got me prone on the bed and got on top of me; our favorite position. With practiced ease his still rigid tool knocked on my hole and slipped right in. He then began one of his long, slow and hard _f_u_c_k_s which never fails to make me blast my own load particularly when he told me that I was surely a better lay than that *$%@ bitch could possibly be. He kept tight hold of me even after we both shot. I felt so good being his boy. "_d_a_m_n_; all that _d_a_m_n_ beer I drank; I got to piss again." and he did just that filling my lower gut. Then with a final lick on my neck he pulled out and sent me to the pot. I barely made it in time and it took me at least ten minutes to get it all out.
When I got back to the room he invited me cuddle up with him.
It was just wonderful.
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Things went on like this all through college. After they graduated, they worked one of the retail stores for a couple years until dad moved up into the executives offices with grandfather and Uncle Jeong remained (even now) a low level manager.
After this we had to get sneaky to find out more for that as far as the diaries in the attic went. We went looking in Boy's (that what dad always called him) room. We could not find all of them but we found the ones that started when we were ten. Uncle Jeong kept mentioning us and how we always reminded him of dad at that age. By now we were not surprised when we learnt that dad still rammed his _c_o_c_k_ up his brother's butt a couple of times a week and that was still the only way Uncle Jeong got off. He also pined for the old days when dad would do it a couple of times a day or that fabulous time he got it from that biker, Ken, and dad together.
We got lucky; dad had to go on a business trip and our parents decided to expand it as a vacation trip. They would leave us with Uncle Jeong as a babysitter. A few months ago that would have seemed normal but not any more. Uncle Jeong was never very strict with us and now that we knew that he was just a pussy boy he would never be able to control us. We set to planing what to do.
We were
very elated by the latest entry in "A Boy's diary" for he again spoke
of how much we reminded him of father years ago and how it would surely
be a great joy to have our juicy hard teen _c_o_c_k_s up his ass and
down his throat like when he was a teen. He regretted that not
only would this be criminal but father would not approve.
Experiment
Fate dealt us a good hand. The housekeeper severed us dinner and put Uncle Jeong's aside because he was late and left. About three hours later we heard the squeal of Uncle Jeong's car in the driveway and the crunch as he hit the garage. He was yelling and cursing some cop for giving him a lecture and a warning as he stumbled into the house. We knew how father had handled this situation for we watched (actually listening from the top of the stairs) him a couple years ago. We pounced.
"QUIET, BOY! GET YOUR SORRY BUTT IN THE CORNER FOR A TIME OUT! NOW! MOVE IT, BOY!"
Fortunately our voices had long since broken and we no longer sounded like girls. Our bluff worked and Boy immediately turned and stuck his nose in the corner. Perhaps he thought that we were father returned unexpectedly; perhaps he just accepted the order assuming it came with the authority to boss him about. We let him stew for a long fifteen minutes and then gave another order.
"BOY, you earned another spanking. Get to your room, strip and wait in the corner." We then stayed hidden and watched him turn and run up the stairs to his room. We waited a few minutes and then went to Boy's room. He was naked with his hands on his head -- a position that we ourselves knew all to well -- but that felt a lot better from this point of view. As soon as we called him, he started to object that we were not in charge of him. We told him to shut up and proceeded to lecture him for getting stopped, being late and bad driving. The more we lectured, the more submissive he became for his head hung lower and lower as his body sagged in shame. Conversely, our _c_o_c_k_s were straining more and more in out jeans. I sat down and patted my lap just like dad did with Paul and me. Boy responded as we had hopped and layed down over my lap. I got a grip on his waist and patted his cheeks with my right hand before starting to spank him for the first time.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
I hit as hard as I could, knowing that dad's spanks would have been harder. We may have been as tall as father but we still did not have the muscles he had. It was a thrill to see first my hand prints in red and then his entire butt turn crimson. I gave him another set.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
It was the third set that caused him to go limp in submission as we had over father's lap many times. I pulled him up. Paul replaced me on the chair and took Boy over his lap. He spanked and spanked and soon Boy was bawling like a little baby. By this time I had my pants down and my _c_o_c_k_ was hard and dripping. Paul pushed him off his lap and I pulled his head to my rampant rod. He opened his mouth and accepted it. Paul wasted no time in dropping his jeans and was kneeling behind Boy. He spread some lube on the target and his own shaft and pushed it in. In a couple of minutes (if not sooner) we both blasted our first loads into Boy.
We swapped places and started over with Paul face-_f_u_c_k_ing and me ass-_f_u_c_k_ing Boy. We lasted longer this time. Just like father, we both lost our virginity with Boy. Could this be the start of some sort of family tradition, we wondered.
After I pulled out, Boy kissed my feet and remained in the kowtow position. Paul had pulled out and demanded that Boy suck his _c_o_c_k_ clean and kiss his feet. We made Boy lick his own come off the rug and then ordered him to go to bed.
We were flying high and expected to stay that way for some time. We talked about being men rather than just boys. In our heart we knew that we had a long way to go before father would consider us men but certainly we were not little boys any more.
The next two weeks were great for Boy was
always available for our _c_o_c_k_s. We continued to follow
father's example and kept him on a tight leash. Paul and I decided
that we would never tell him which one of us first spanked him and
which first _f_u_c_k_ed him nor that we had read his diaries.
We felt that it would be better if he did not know how much we did
know. We even saw that he loved what we were doing from his
new entries in his diary.
Contract
Then our parents returned and we realized that there had to be changes. We ordered Boy not to volunteer anything but to answer any of father's questions. We had to have a real man-to-man discussion with father as soon as he caught up at work.
We knew that it would be a difficult discussion with father but we decided that being direct and forthright would prevent the possibility, nay, certainly of later exposure which father would take badly. We made careful notes of the several things we wanted to talk about and explained to father that they were interdependent and that we wanted to at least briefly mention them all before discussion. We started out with our report cards which we had just gotten and how we behaved while they were gone. Father agreed that these certainly were very positive reports. There was one thing that happened when you were away that was not good -- Uncle Jeong came home late for dinner, driving dangerously and even hitting that garage. Naturally, father was not pleased to hear such a report and told us he would have a talk with Uncle Jeong later.
"Father, we heard how you handled this situation a couple of years ago, so we took the liberty of doing the same thing in keeping with your theory of prompt punishment."
Father looked very amazed. "We lectured Uncle Jeong very thoroughly..." said Paul as father nodded. "... and then we spanked him hard as appropriate for a little hairless boy." Father's jaw nearly fell off.
"That's what we did, father, and he never objected because he knew he was a very naughty boy deserving of punishment." I promptly added.
"Very interesting, boys, but I think there is something more you want to tell me." said father very perceptively.
"You are correct, father." we both said. "We don't think that we should be spanked over your knee like little hairless boys anymore."
Father was smiling. "No more spankings for you two yet you think your uncle should still be spanked and he is three times your age." He paused a minute. "I suppose you have still another suggestion."
"Yes, father," Paul continued, "we don't want to be treated like little boys but young men. We have discussed this for a long time. Grounding is a very blunt method with random results -- sometimes really hurting for a minor offense and vice versa -- which is unfair. No allowance is impractical because we need money for school. That leaves CP."
I handed father the box saying: "This seems to be appropriate. We don't like it but it is appropriate as there are times we deserve to be punished." Father opened the box and carefully examined the tawse. "The catalog indicated that it was just right for young men in school like us." we added as an unneeded explanation.
"We also decided that you tell to use it on each other we will do so honestly as that is the responsible, grown up way." added Paul.
We then explained that we had lost our virginity exactly the same way had father had and in the exact same holes. We had to explain that we had found Uncle Jeong's old diaries and that he had lusted for us but never made any advances. We had taken complete charge.
We then stood together and bowed expressing apologies for any insolent or misbehavior. Father was quiet for a few minutes and then picked up the tawse. "Let's see how this works." he said handing it to Paul. "Peter, drop your pants and lean over the chair." After I complied, he said: "Give him three; light, medium and hard."
"Yes, father." Paul swung the tawse at my naked butt as directed.
Thwack. Thwack! Thwack!!
That thing could really sting. I immediately knew that I would not like getting more.
"OK, boys. Now switch." I quickly swapped places with Paul and gave him what he had given me. It certainly was nicer to give than to receive.
Father took the tawse from me and directed Paul to bend over again.
THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!
Paul jumped with each stroke. Although my stokes had left some marks, dad's were much harder and really reddened Paul's butt. I knew what was going to happen next. I dropped my jeans and resumed the position. Father gave me three just like he had given to Paul.
Paul and I returned to our room after
father indicated that he would think about things and let us know
what he decided. As we left he added: "The tawse is an excellent
selection and I definitely will use it." Paul and I knew that
it could really hurt and we would not like getting it. However,
we did not want to be treated like little boys and not everything
about growing up is nice.
Payday -- I
It was only a couple of weeks later when Paul and I went out with our friends to a late afternoon movie. We really loved it and stayed to see it again and then stopped to eat and talk about it. The result was that we got home about four hours late without having called. Our parents were justifiably furious and father directed us to our room immediately.
He made us wait for a full half hour before coming up to lecture us for making them worry by not calling about the change of our plans. Of course, we knew that we did not have any excuse worth mentioning. A couple of minutes later our jeans and briefs were down and we were bent over our chairs.
THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!
went the tawse first on my butt and
THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!
then on Paul's. Father hit us harder than in the demonstration and twice as many times. Admittedly it was a lot more dignified then being on father's lap being spanked like a little boy but it sure hurt a lot more. Part of the price of growing up. I almost yelled and jumped on the last one which surely would have been cause for extra and some not so nice comments especially from Paul.
I certainly understood
the meaning of the expression about being careful what you wish for.
Payday -- II
Things were very normal for a while until one evening after I managed to get into an argument with mother. It was just one of those things that happen but I got excited and said things that I never should have (nor meant). Unfortunately father heard me and was furious. He ordered me to be quiet. He further decreed that I should not say anything except in reply to a direct question for a full day and then told Paul that he was in charge of me for that time and also to give me a dozen of the best with the tawse.
I felt Paul was much too enthusiastic as he led me back to our room. He lectured me about my insolence to mother and told me that he was going to be very strict with me for the entire twenty-four hours and would be very liberal wielding the 'enforcer'. I'm sure that he realized that our positions could easily be reversed so I was certain that he would be at least reasonable.
I stripped at his order and he had me lie on the bed. He then laid the enforcer across my butt and told me think about what would soon happen and how I must be careful about what I said. The waiting was awful and I made the mistake of asking him to get it over with.
"Peter, that's going to cost you three extra. You were ordered not to speak." I laid there in silence sure that the waiting would be worse than then the strap itself for after all he did not hit nearly as father did.
I was wrong.
Suddenly the strap was lifted and then it crashed down on my defenseless ass. THWACK!! Paul hit very hard and the pain seared deep into me. Paul waited a bit before the second stoke. THWACK!! It was as hard as the first and seared into my flesh. This was going to hurt; really hurt; hurt real bad. THWACK!! I felt like screaming but I just bit the pillow instead. I was not a wimp. I was not a sissy. I was certain that I could take what my brother was dishing out and some day I would get my turn at his ass.
I was not really prepared when the fourth one smashed into my butt. My face was buried in the pillow and Paul had switched sides so that the tails bit my other flank. I just bit the pillow harder and had a death grip on the mattress so that I would not move. At least that was the plan. I jumped and let go so that I both moved and yelled like a baby.
"That's going to cost you another stroke." said my dear brother cheerfully.
He repeated the fourth one and I managed to stay quiet and still. This was not going to be easy. Then came the fifth one and I moved again.
It was obvious that I was having a real hard time not crying or moving. Paul sat down next to me and placed a hand on my neck gently. "You're not doing very well and we're not even half way..." He paused a few seconds before adding: "not counting the extras." Another pause. "With the extra you get for moving we could be at this all night." I nodded. "Should I tie you down?" I nodded again for I knew he was going to make me move if he could. Of course, that meant that he could give me the business about being a sissy wimp but my butt was already yelling that it was too much. "It will cost you two extra; OK?" I nodded again.
A couple of minutes later he was putting a rope about my wrists and tugging so that he could tie me to the bed frame. Then he repeated the operation so that my ankles were also bound. I was spread-eagled on my own bed and totally at my brother's mercy. A few minutes later that tawse landed again with the replacement number five. It was just as hard as before and I was glad that I could not move. Again he drove it against my helpless ass. "Six, Petey, and six to go." he said far too cheerfully.
He pulled my socks off and stuck them into my mouth. "This should help you keep quiet, Petey."
A couple of minutes later, from the other side of the bed, he said he should get his sunglasses since my ass was glowing so brightly just as the tawse struck again. THWACK!! And again: THWACK!! THWACK!!
"Nine, Petey." I was really hurting and on the verge of tears. He was beating me worse than father had. I now had doubt about the wisdom of my plan not to be spanked any more. My thoughts were interrupted by the tawse kissing my ass thrice again. I lost it and was crying.
"That it Petey ... except for the extras."
It seemed a long time before he decided to administer the extra. I just waited really regretting what I said and even thinking that he was right in being so hard on me. I think that I would have resented father for hitting this hard. Then without warning he struck me again. I was unprepared and yelled as he gave me another. He laughed and went to the other side and gave me two more. "Just one more." he said cheerfully as the torture device struck. It was harder than the others. I screamed -- or tried through the sock in my mouth.
Then he was lying next to me and stroking me gently. "That's all, Petey. Just remember to be silent or I'll have give you more." He pulled the sock from my mouth. His hands moved down my back and he was rubbing some cream into my red-hot painful buns. I tried to relax as he administered to me. Then there was his finger pressing on my ass hole. "What was he doing?" I thought, not daring to open my mouth to ask.
It was not long before I found out for seconds later he was on top of me with his legs between mine and his hard rod pressed to my hole. There was no doubt what he was about to do and that I could not do anything to stop it for I was neatly trussed up like a gob on the rigging ready for the bo'sun's cat and under strict command to be silent. I could feel his hands reach under my chest, grasp my tits and then pinch them hard. When the pain hit I stopped clenching my butt hole and he slipped his well-lubed shaft into me for the first time.
Although we had both been _f_u_c_k_ing Boy, we had never done anything but jerk off with each other. He _f_u_c_k_ed me lovingly and gently for a long time. As he did he explained that my red-hot butt turned him on so much he just had to. He said that he tried to resist but my constantly reminding him that I was a _f_u_c_k_in' eight minutes older was the deciding factor. Now he would be the first twin _f_u_c_k_er no matter what happened. He continued to kiss my neck and then worked his way to my lips.
I must confess that I really liked it, however I knew that I would do the exact same thing to him when I could. I'm certain that he knew that I would also.
He untied me and I stood up. He got down and gave me a long slow blow job. It was really wonderful.
Before going to sleep,
he told me that he expected me to be a perfect boy or he would shave
and spank me. After the severe strapping he just administered
I was certain he would if I gave him any excuse at all.
Payday -- III
This is Paul. Pete left this anecdote on his open on his monitor and I decided to write the rest. What he wrote was all true and I certainly was not going to let him get away with anything and I will say that he was a good boy that next day. I did let father know how easily he broke down and he was disappointed. I hoped that he would have the good manners to apologize to mother but I learnt that he never did.
In order to keep this narrative honest, I have to report that a couple of weeks later I forgot a simple errand that father had asked me to do (pick up a part from a shop near the school). It was not very important but he was disappointed in my failure to be responsible. I felt very bad and told him that I had earned a tawsing. Pete was told to give me six.
As soon as we got to our room, I stripped, handed the tawse to Petey and assumed the position. This had the desired effect that he did not feel as in charge as he should have and therefore he would not be as harsh. Also, there hardly seemed any point to lecture me. He swung the tawse and hitting me moderately hard. "One, sir." I said again keeping the imitative.
THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!
"Six, sir. Thank you."
I quickly straightened up. I admit it hurt but Petey lacked
technique and if millions of English school boys could take it I had
decided that I could also. And I did which disturbed him also
because I broke him with it. What he did not know was that I
had practiced with the tawse to learn how to be most effective.
Payday -- IV
It was what happened at the pool which I can understand why he couldn't go on with the story.
Life generally went on as you would expect until one day at the pool. It was a nice hot June day and school was out. Robby, our twelve year old neighbor who was a couple of years younger than us was our guest. Petey got very rambunctious and pantsed Robby teasing him that he did not need a bathing suit because he did not have anything to hide as he was a hairless baby. I don't think that Robby cared about being naked because he had often been naked with us before but it was the nasty words that hurt him. Our pool is surrounded by bushes so none of us saw father coming and he heard everything. He was, to put it simply, quite upset at what Petey said.
By now Robby's trunks were up in the tree so father made Pete give his own to Robby who put them on. Petey was not happy with being naked and it was obvious. Father told him to stand with his nose on the tree and talked with Robby and me. Peter was going to pay heavily for his arrogant nastiness.
"Peter, I am very disappointed in your immature rudeness and disrespect for our guest. You are to go back to your room where Paul and Rob will administer your punishment. I expect that will obey their instructions or things will be even worse for you."
"Yes, father." said Petey with his head hanging. It was triply bad for him since he was being lectured while naked in front of both Rob and me and we were going to do the corporal parts.
As we walked back to the house, Rob (the diminutive is no longer appropriate) asked what a tawse was. I explained how Petey and I had claimed to be so grown up so we got the 'torture' device so that we would not be spanked like little boys. He was wide eyed went I even explained that we used it on each other -- at dad's direction -- to prove that we were not just little boys but responsible young men.
"Do you cheat?" he asked.
"NEVER! If anything we're even rougher than father would be because we want to prove that we are responsible young men who can be trusted. It is a matter of honor! The physical pain hurts less than the mental pain of being treated like babies."
Up in the room I ordered Petey to lean over the chair while Rob carefully examined the tawse. Then it was time to use it. I showed Rob the basics and demonstrated on Petey. Rob then gave Petey a good dose. Although he was still smaller then us he was driven by anger and that sure made up for things. From my past experience I could tell that Petey was very close to tears by the time we stopped. I'm sure that he figured that was all that was going to happen and he was off the hook. I reminded him to stay as he was and went for the mustache trimmer which father had told to us to use.
We took Petey into the bathroom and had him stand in the bathtub. "Peter, father said that you are too immature to have pubes and that we are to remove them." The look of horror on Peter's face was fantastic. Obviously, the punishment fit the crime. I grabbed Petey's _c_o_c_k_ and held it aside as I ran the clipper through the bush he was so proud of. What had taken a year to grow disappeared in just a couple of minutes. Tears filled his eyes and even started to run down his cheeks.
Rob gave him a feel and shook his head. "Stubble!" he exclaimed with disgust. He was right. "You got a razor?"
"Sure, in the cabinet. A good idea." I answered. Petey and I had gotten some in anticipation of needing to shave. It certainly made our friends wonder a bit if we really need it.
Rob opened the cabinet and grabbed the can of shaving cream. He wet Petey down with the shower hose and then covered his pubes with the cream. Petey, to his own horror, started to get hard and Rob made sure that he had a full fledged boner before he stopped rubbing the cream around. "He likes this." he laughed. What's not to like when you're getting jerked gently while covered with shaving cream?
I handed him a razor and he carefully used it to make Petey as smooth as possible. I rinsed him off and Rob covered him with the shaving cream a second time. As he went over Petey's pubes and ballsack he explained that this was lots of fun. There was no doubt that he and I were tenting our trunks.
After we rinsed and dried the little boy off we went back to the bedroom. Rob, quite correctly noted that Petey was a hairless little boy and therefore should be spanked for his misbehavior at the pool. He sat on Pete's own bed and pulled him over his lap. He got a firm grip on his waist and began to pat his still red butt. He gave him a few hard SPANKS and I could see that he was hurting his hand as much as he was hurting Petey.
I handed him a flip-flop. "When little boys are not physically so little one then has to use a tool to protect one's hand." He smiled and began to spank again.
WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!!
With Petey previous tenderized from the tawse and the trauma of losing his pubes and being in such a babyish position he began to cry like a little baby. Rob gave him a second dose.
WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!! WHOP!!
We were about to go
back to the pool when I realized that both Rob and I had major boners.
Rather than just jerk off, I got the lube and had Petey on his hands
and knees. I lubed up my rod and Petey's hole. But this
time Rob had pulled down his trunks and was pulling on his pud.
I told him that Petey would be happy to suck him off and he grabbed
Petey's head and pushed his rod into his month as I rammed into Petey's
_f_u_c_k_hole. I came quickly and Rob yelled as he did.
New Contract
Somewhat relieved we took the bawling baby back to the pool. Father was talking with a coworker who had come over with his kids. His two teen boys were climbing out of the pool to go diving again and his daughter and her girl friend were coming out of the changing house. We were quickly surrounded by the four who wanted to know why Petey was naked and red-eyed and red-assed. It was quickly explained that Petey did not believe that hairless little boys need trunks so he was not permitted any and he had been spanked for being rude and throwing Rob's trunks into the tree.
One of the guys suddenly stated an interesting point. "Petey had pubes last month when I saw him in the gym shower."
"That was then; this is now." laughed Rob. Everyone else laughed with him; everyone but Petey. Petey had a terrible time having to be naked like a little boy and with everyone knowing that he been spanked and shaved.
Paul asked me, Rob, to write about what happened to rest of that hot summer since there was more to Petey's punishment than what happened that hot day in June. One other little thing that is very important. His father left it to me to decide when Petey could have pubes again. He admonished me that I must be fair and reasonable. There was no reason to tell Petey that when I had the great fun of shaving and spanking him. I really felt good about doing that since he had been such an asshole in the first place.
I talked about it with my big brother who just graduated high school. After congratulating me on losing my verginity and my "first shave" and other stuff he asked a simple question: "Did Peter apologize?" When he found out he had not, he suggested a simple rule -- every ten days to a fortnight I should remove Pete's regrowing bush unless he has apologized but not tell him the rule. If by Labor Day he has not, then to speak to his father for advice. It was simple and fair and easy to implement. It was also a direct measure of his maturity.
I made sure to visit frequently to give Petey ample opportunity to do what he should. I did not tell him or anyone else the rule. Apologizing was the proper thing to do and certainly even a little kid is expected to do it. What I found out is that Petey was required to swim naked until he had pubes again so I was able to monitor his growth rate. It did not take me long to realize that Petey thought the way not to lose his pubes again was to be very nice to me. I freely admit (confess!) that my _c_o_c_k_ was very pleased about this turn of events. With just the most casual of suggestions, Petey would offer both his holes for my pleasure. Even though I did not yet have pubes I sure could enjoy the more adult of pleasures of being in a hot, tight hole. He over did it with refreshments and letting me play his really cool video games.
When it was time to remove his undeserved hair, Petey begged me not to but to no avail. I got him back in the shower and lathered him up. He was crying before I was finished. Before leaving, I bent him over and _f_u_c_k_ed him hard. I was getting to like this.
Petey continued to beg to know what he should do. My brother had gotten me to read "1984" and then I understood why I should not tell him. This was Petey's own Room 101."
The next time I tried something different. I had seen some ads for hair removers claiming how good and easy they were while avoiding the pain of wax and the scratch of razor stubble. I made Petey lie on his own bed and covered his pubes with the goo. I spent the next twenty minutes telling how this was a nicer process and that it would do a better job but he did not appreciate my efforts to be nice. When it was time I carefully wiped him clean in both senses and told him to shower. It was really a nice result but I missed using the razor.
There was one positive side effect of this. He no longer got punished with the tawse for that was for young men with pubes. He did not appreciate this because Paul usually got the task of disciplining him while he himself got the tawse from his father. Paul had decided that the spankings were more effective if there was an audience so I was frequently invited to watch and sometimes even help.
When Labor Day came two things followed. First my own pubes were growing and, second, the new school year. I had a talk with his father who suggested (decided!) that I let the matter drop so we all could get on with our schooling. It was clear that Petey's father was disappointed in him.
When I saw Paul and Pete on school breaks, they were different. Paul was definitely the leader (like their dad) and Pete a follower (like their uncle).
The End
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