Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 51

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 51
by Chadlad

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Chapter 51: A Quiet Evening With the Boys

Downstairs in the living room Chad reached over to change the disks in the Playstaion. "I don't hear anything," he said, listening in the sudden silence. "They've been a long time. Do you suppose they'll work it out?"

"Naw," Gabriel said. "Once that little kid finds out Tommy wanted to fuck him in the butt, he'll be so mad he'll never get over it. I give you ten to one he beats Tommy's butt and then goes home."

Back in the boys' room Tommy wiped the back of his mouth and handed the still breathless Jesse a handful off tissues to use on his wet dick and well-greased bottom. He took some others to wipe his own genitals off. By all appearances, Jesse had just gone through a convulsive orgasm, bleating like a sheep and thumping his groin repeatedly against Tommy's face as his pint-sized penis convulsed in Tommy's mouth. He'd finally settled his plump butt back onto the bed, panting, and looked at Tommy seriously. He couldn't keep his face sober, though, and in moments he'd burst into a typical Jesse grin.

"That was awesome," he said to Tommy. "I mean, it hurt, you know, up my butt, but it felt good, too – you know, kind of full and tingly. And what you just did...."

Tommy looked away, began cleaning up tissues. "You know what this means, you know," Jesse went on.

"That we're queers?" Tommy said quietly.

"Naw. I already told you what my mom said. But it does mean that we're boyfriends. We'll never be just friends again. We'll always share this, even if we eventually stop doing it. You know, turn to girls or something." He paused. "Not that we'll act any different around anyone else. But we'll know. You know, like we have this secret, and only we know. So when I look at you and no one can see, I might wink or something -- and only you'll know what it means."

Tommy looked at his momentarily sated penis. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. But it felt okay, for some reason he didn't feel guilty or ashamed, just okay,. Good, kind of. He was Jesse's boyfriend, and Jesse was his. Not just best friends, boyfriends. He wouldn't want anyone else to know, but it felt good. "Right," he said. "We won't do this stuff all the time. Not when anyone's around."

"We'll still play, and goof around together," Jesse said.

"We'll be the only ones who know, right?" Tommy added.

"Right," Jesse said. "I don't need folks making fun of me any more than you do."

"You won't do this stuff with anyone else?" Tommy asked, thinking about how Jesse had gone to Alan's house and feeling a twinge of jealousy.

"Just us," Jesse said. "I only did stuff with that Alan kid because you got mad at me. Well, that and he is kind of nice. But he's not special, like you. And I did stuff with Chad, but that was just practice, you know -- kind of learning how to do it."

"Learning how to do what?" Tommy asked sharply. "How to get sucked and have your butt licked?"

Jesse looked at Tommy nervously. "I guess you wouldn't know, would you?" He gulped, wishing he hadn't said anything. "You know back a few weeks ago, when Chad was in jail? I kind of -- well, I wanted to do stuff with you, but I was afraid you'd -- well, that you'd do something like what you did do. So when you were asleep I snuck off to Chad's jail and kind of ......well, did stuff with him."

"What kind of stuff," Tommy asked jealously.

"Oh, you know -- dick stuff. Like you just did to me."

"You sucked my brother's dick while he was being punished?"

"Three times," Jesse admitted. He looked at Tommy's face pleadingly. "You're not mad, are you?" he asked.

"Maybe a little," Tommy said.

"I wanted to see what it was like," Jesse said. "When he was doing me, and doing you, all I could think about was what it must be like for him -- you know, to have our things in his mouth and stuff. I wanted to try it. And I felt bad about how we were treating him, and I felt bad when I thought of him lying there all alone, thinking no one liked him and everyone was being mean to him. So I snuck in and sucked him."

"And what was it like?" Tommy asked.

Jesse started to answer seriously, then looked up and saw Tommy's face set in the stern look he put on when he was teasing Jesse -- the look that said, "hold on to your swim trunks or you're going to be flashing the pool." He grinned at Tommy.

"You know what it's like, dorkface," he said, giggling. "You're sucked him as much as I have by now, I bet."

"Not by choice," Tommy said quickly. "Never by choice. I never did anyone by choice but you."

"Good," Jesse said. "And I won't do any of this stuff with anyone else as long as we're special to each other. You know, boyfriends," he added almost shyly.

"Okay," Tommy said awkwardly. There was an embarrassed pause and both boys looked away. Grappling for something so say, Tommy spoke the first thought that came to his mind. "For some reason, I thought you'd be, you know, dirty inside," he confessed. "You know, because, well, you know."

"I went to the drugstore and got a disposable enema," Jesse confessed. "And I refilled it twice to be sure. And then I soaked in the bath, like I said. I wanted it all to be special. I didn't want anything to ruin it. I wanted you to like it. I wanted you to like me."

Tommy settled down beside Jesse on the bed, cradling his hands behind his head. He spread his legs as much as he could without displacing Jesse, who was still lying on his back trying to catch his breath. His butt still ached from earlier spankings, and his penis felt quite spent, but he still felt good. "So, we even now?" he asked his smaller friend.

Jesse looked over at him, then lifted his head and left leg and turned sideways, draping his leg over Tommy's, resting his head on Tommy's chest, and snuggling his still damp little wiener against Tommy's leg tightly. He reached across and slowly, deliberately, cupped his hand over Tommy's drooping penis, giving his package a gentle squeeze. Tommy didn't flinch, and his penis gave an answering twitch of interest. "Nope," Jesse said. "We're not even yet. I need you to do one other thing for me, then we'll be even. And then we can be – well, whatever we are."

Sure, Tommy thought to himself. I butt-fucked him, now he wants to do it to me. His penis twitched, showing some life despite a surfeit of orgasms in the last few hours. He'd hated being butt-fucked by Gabriel, but if it was what Jesse wanted... "Okay," Tommy said. "But let's do it right away, before I lose my nerve." It would hurt, Tommy thought, but it wouldn't hurt like it did with Gabriel – Jesse would be more careful, and would stop if he said to stop, and would use more lubrication. "How do you want me?" he said, sitting up. "On all fours, like you? Or would you be able to get in better if I got on my back and lifted my legs up?"

Jesse looked at Tommy, puzzled. Then he giggled. "You think I want to do you like you did me?" he said. He laughed out loud. "I don't even know if I'm long enough to get in! Maybe some other day, but not today. I like you doing me, but I'm not ready yet to do you. And I'd want you to be clean, first -- you know, prepare yourself like I did, with an enema and all that. I'm not saying I don't want to do it at some point, but not yet. I wanted you to do me first because you were going to force me to do it, and I wanted to turn that into you wanting to do it to me. That wipes the slate clean, as my Mom would say."

"Then where aren't we even?" Tommy said, puzzled himself. "You made me suck you yesterday, but you sucked me back, so we're even there. And you say we're even with – with our butt stuff. So where do you need to get even with me?"

Jesse laughed again. "Stupid," he giggled. "It isn't me who needs to get even with you. I need you to get even with me." He gave Tommy's genitals an affectionate squeeze. "I spanked you Saturday because I was angry, and it hurt you – I know it did because it made you cry. So now you have to spank me back. And not just a play spankin', either. It has to hurt."

Tommy blinked. He couldn't see Jesse's face with his head on Tommy's chest like that, and Jesse was looking down at Tommy's penis, anyway, sort of diddling with it gently. Had he heard Jesse right? Was Jesse teasing him?

"Run that by me again," Tommy said softly.

"I want you to spank me," Jesse said, tilting his head and looking up at Tommy so Tommy could see he was dead serious. "It's only fair – I spanked you. And I wasn't playing around, either – I did it because I wanted to hurt you. And I felt bad about it ever since – it's all I could think about last night. It's why I couldn't get hard at Alan's house. Well, not after the first time he did me. I did get hard the first couple of times. I hope you're not mad. But the I got to feeling guilty, because I was having this good time and you weren't and it was because of me. I almost asked him to spank me, but I was afraid that he'd think that was weird."

"I'll say," Tommy said. Yet a part of him was growing excited. Spank Jesse? Take his little butt over my lap and really spank him? Make him cry? Jesse had stopped fondling Tommy's penis, but it began stretching out, growing hard on its own.

"Then when I went home and told my mom everything, I asked her to spank me. I figured she would because she's certainly spanked me enough when I didn't want to be! But she said it wouldn't work -- that our problem was between us, and we'd have to solve it. So I want you to spank me. Kinda for real."

To distract himself, Tommy spoke. "But that's stupid – nobody wants a spanking. Spankings hurt. Believe me, I know."

Jesse kept looking at Tommy, but cast his eyes down. "I never had a dad," he said softly. "Only a mom. Sometimes I'd pretend I had a dad. You know, a big guy who'd hug me, but who'd be tough with me, too. A guy who'd tell me not to cry and to be tough and stand up and take it. Sometimes when my mom would spank me, I'd shut my eyes and pretend it was my dad spanking me, because he wanted me to be a better man, a man like him. I never liked girls like my mom spanking me. It doesn't seem right somehow. A guy can make another guy cry, and that's all right -- we know where we stand then. It's all right because it's another guy. I hate girls making me cry. I got spanked by my mom in the doctor's office last year, and these girls – well, never mind. I hated it when it was her doing it, and when those other girls did it. That's why I didn't mind spanking Chad so much -- I figured he was going to get his butt beat anyway, at it was better coming from us guys, even those little red-headed twerps, than from the girls. That's what I'd want. Somehow, if it was my dad, or my big brother or something, it would be different, like one man passing on a lesson to another. If I pretended it was my dad, I felt satisfied afterward, like I'd pleased him. My butt still hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, you know. Because I'd pretend that he did it, and he did it because he cared about me."

Jesse looked down for a minute. "You're hard," he said. He looked back up at Tommy. "He didn't care, you know. Not my real Dad. He didn't care a flying f-word about me, that's what my mom says. But I like to pretend he did."

Tommy listened, somewhat confused by Jesse's words. He'd had a dad. His dad had been angry and demanding much of the time, and he believed that care of the children was "women's work." Tommy hadn't been sorry when he moved out, hadn't missed him, had barely known him. But he could understand wanting to have someone care about you, having an older male you could look up to. He kind of felt that way about Chad, he realized. He'd made fun of Chad, fought with him, and welcomed the chance to punish him when the opportunity had arisen, but he also looked up to Chad, he realized. Feared Chad, but admired him. Because Chad was always older. Chad always did everything first. Sure, Tommy was his mom's favorite, but he kind of resented Chad's freedom from that, his ability to go along even without his mother's favor. Chad didn't need his mother's support. He had friends, like Jimmy Chen, who was Chad's Jesse (Although he was pretty sure Jimmy wouldn't suck Chad's dick), and Alan (Who had sucked Chad's dick in front of Tommy and both families as part of his punishment, while had was forced to reciprocate but probably would have gladly done it voluntarily). Chad even had a girlfriend of sorts -- Cynthia somebody or the other from his class, who walked with Chad and Jimmy home every day and according to Jimmy would "do the horizontal hula" with him if Chad just asked her. He'd made fun of the size of Chad's genitals and his hairlessness a few weeks ago, but he suddenly realized that was because he'd felt dominated by his smaller but older and more independent brother.

"So you want me to spank you so you fell better about that fact you spanked me," Tommy finally said.

Jesse took Tommy's now full-fledged hard-on and circled it with his fist, squeezing gently, pleasantly. "Yeah," he said to Tommy's penis. "I mean, if you don't think it's too weird. I thought because you spanked Chad a lot and seemed to like it..." he trailed off.

Tommy had a sudden insight. "You wanted to be Chad some of those times, didn't you," he said. "When I was spanking him in our room that first day, you wanted me to be spanking you."

"Maybe," Jesse said shyly. "What would you think if I did?"

"That you're weird," Tommy said automatically. Jesse stiffened, then let go of Tommy's penis and rolled off him, turning his back. He started to slide off the bed.

"Forget it," he said. "I didn't really mean it. I ought to be going home, anyway."

Tommy turned and caught Jesse around the stomach, pulling him in and circling his small body from behind with both arms. He slung his right leg over Jesse's legs as well to trap him, aware only belatedly that he was pressing his hard penis into Jesse's soft butt. He gave Jesse what he thought was an affectionate squeeze. Jesse struggled a moment, then went limp in his arms. As he relaxed, Tommy's penis, throbbingly hard, begged him to slide it between Jesse's tight buns.

"No," Tommy said. "Don't go. I didn't mean that." He groped for words, because he'd suddenly realized that, as much as Jesse appeared to want Tommy to spank him, he wanted to spank Jesse, too. His penis throbbed when he thought about spanking the younger boy, just as it had when he'd thought about spanking Chad. The surge of power that came when a boy submitted to your order to get into position over your lap. The superiority that came from the fact that he had to do as you ordered, had to lie there while you slapped his butt hard, deliberately making it hurt, deliberately trying to make him cry like a younger boy. Making him surrender, acknowledge your superiority in the hierarchy, lose all his dignity to you. The thrill of knowing that only you would determine when the stinging slaps of his bare butt would stop. The delicious humiliation he was suffering having his private parts bared to your gaze. You were clothed, but he was naked. Your privates were secure, his were hanging out for all to see, dangling between his legs as he kicked and squealed through his spanking, protruding in front of him, bouncing as he cupped his butt afterward, as the long, thing penis and low hanging balls on Chad's friend Alan had done, or retreating shamefully into his body, as his brother Chad's usually did. The thrill of discovery as you separated his buns, looked where few had looked before, at his butt hole, his secret pooping place, wide open to toilet bowls but seen by no one else. He was excited – more excited than he'd been to the prospect of fucking Jesse in the butt, he realized. "You're not weird," he said. Jesse remained limp under his grip, like a rabbit that was caught and just stood there with his heart racing, awaiting your next move. "You're not weird," Tommy said again. "You're right, just like you were about the butt thing. So if you're weird, I'm weird, too. But it would be too loud – they'll hear us, Chad and Gabriel will. And they'll think we're weird, you can count on it."

"No they won't," Jesse said quickly. "Listen for a minute."

Both boys were silent for a moment. The blare the Madden 07 soundtrack could be heard even through their closed door from all the way downstairs. "They've got the volume all the way up," he said. "They'll never hear anything through that," Jesse predicted. He wiggled his plump little butt a bit, settled it more firmly against Tommy's hard penis, shifting until he felt Tommy's pole settle comfortably between his buns.

After awhile, Tommy asked, "So how do you want to do this? Should I just get up and sit on the side of the bed?"

"Do it like a dad," Jesse said quietly.

"What?" Tommy said.

"Do it like a dad," Jesse reiterated. "Look, I'll get dressed again, and then you call me over and tell me that I've been bad to my best friend and that you're going to have to spank me. Then take my pants and underpants down and do it like a dad would. Call me 'young man' Or 'little boy.'" He paused. "If that's not too weird," he added.

"It's okay," Tommy said. "But would it be okay if I was your big brother instead? You know, like a grown up big brother? I always kinda pretended like you were my little brother. And big brothers can spank you, too, if they think you're bad."

Jesse thought a minute. "Okay," he said. He stood up, not looking at Tommy, turning toward the door as he got dressed.

"I'm gonna put on some pants," Tommy said. "Beth said she'd whack my balls black and blue if I did, but she's not here and she won't catch me. I'll take them off again when you leave."

"Good," Jesse said, pulling his shirt over his head, his back turned to Tommy. He looked incredibly cute wearing just the shirt, with his little bare butt pointed toward Tommy. Tommy thought about having that butt over his lap, raising his hand to smack it sharply, feeling the hard muscle under the soft skin, the resilience of the surface as his hand bounced off of it, like he had the many times he'd spanked his brother Chad. His penis head swelled, and things inside him, at the base of his organ, swelled in concert, demanding release.

"Hurry up," Tommy said. He pulled a pair of pants out of the hamper and slid them on, skipping the underwear. The important thing was that he be clothed on his bottom while Jesse was naked. That was all that mattered. Facing the door, Jesse smiled to himself. Tommy was in a hurry. And he'd seen Tommy get hard instantly when they started talking about it. He'd fantasized Tommy spanking him from the day he'd come over and found Tommy spanking Chad. He'd lain in his bed and wondered what it would have been like to have been in Chad's place that day, at Tommy's mercy, Tommy making him suck his cock, Tommy shoving his finger up Jesse's butt. Oh, he wouldn't have wanted to be Chad later, when all those girls and even those two little boys took turns paddling Chad. No he wouldn't have wanted that. But Tommy being in charge of his discipline, Tommy spanking him just hard enough to sting – that had him throbbingly hard, fisting his own little penis with all his might. He'd stretched out over a pillow the next day, when his mom was out, and bared his own butt and tried spanking himself, pretending he was over Tommy's lap and that Tommy was spanking him. He'd spanked just hard enough and long enough that his butt was red and the heat glowed through him, then he'd stood and masturbated with his eyes closed, pretending Tommy had ordered him to and was watching him with a superior expression.

And afterward, after he'd dry cum with surprising intensity, he'd pulled his pants over his still tingling bottom and wondered why he was weird like this, and what Tommy would do if he found out. He'd been so scared to come over today – not afraid Tommy would hurt him, but afraid Tommy would laugh, mock him and turn him away and call him "Weirdo" or some other derogatory name, and then tell everyone he knew about his freaky friend who wanted to be butt fucked and then spanked. But then Tommy had willingly butt-fucked him, and then sucked him off of his own volition. And now Tommy had gotten hard when he'd mentioned the whole spanking thing, and had agreed to it without any persuasion on his part at all. He tingled with excitement at the thought, and his penis, unnoticed, rose steadily until it was curving against his stomach. He reached for his underpants, bent down and slipped them over his feet. Only when he had gotten them up did he realize he himself was hard. He seldom got hard when his mother or another female spanked him. He wondered if he'd stay hard when Tommy spanked him. Somehow, he suspected he would. If Tommy spanked just hard enough, but not too hard. And if Tommy didn't suddenly start laughing, and say it was all a joke. Jesse would die of embarrassment if he did.

"Jesse!" Tommy barked, just as Jesse finished pulling up his sweatpants. "It's about time you got here. Come over here – we have something to talk about."

Jesse's heart rate jumped. It was like it was real. Well, it was real, he guessed. He wanted Tommy to spank him for real, didn't he, and a real spanking had to hurt. He'd cry. But then he'd relive the experience dozens of times afterward, he knew, and he wouldn't be crying then .
"Yes sir," Jesse said, turning around and hurrying over in front of Tommy, who was now sitting on his bed.

"I know everything," Tommy growled. "You didn't think I wouldn't find out, did you? But I did. I know how you hurt your best friend. You don't deserve to have a best friend, you know that?" Tommy felt strange, like suddenly he was channeling his ownmother.

"I know," Jesse said. "I'm sorry. Really, I am."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be, young man," Tommy said. "Because I'm going to have to blister your bare butt to help you remember."

"Uh, Tommy," Jesse said, looking worried. "Time out." He made a T sign with his hands. "Umm, you wouldn't really blister me, would you? Not for real, I mean. 'Cause I trust you. It's okay if you make me sort of red, well, not so much red as pinkish red. 'Cause after that it starts to hurt too much, you know. And then I go soft. That's why my mom has never seen me get hard from a spanking, because when it gets too sore I go soft, and it's not fun then, you know." He smiled sheepishly. "I guess you do know. Anyway, I just wanted to say to spank me 'til I'm sort of pinky red all over, but don't blister me. And don't spank near my hole – it's kind of tender after you – well, you know. But you can make me red – it hurts but in a way that makes my weenie tingle, you know? But don't worry about me crying. I want to cry, a little. It feels kinda good, along with the tingle. Besides, you have to hurt me as much as I hurt you. And crying makes it better, makes it more humiliating, somehow. And you can hold me down by squeezing my wiener while you do it. You'll be able to tell if you're spanking me too hard if I start getting softer. But you can tell me you'll pull it off if I don't hold still if I get to wiggling too much. And if I get out of control, you have to give it a good yank! But not too hard. And not my balls, okay?"

Tommy looked at Jesse impatiently. "I know what you want," he said. "But you're spoiling the thing with all this talking. Let's get on with it. While they're still making noise down there."

Jesse hesitated. "I read something else on the Internet," he said. "What they call a safe word. A word that means to stop. Because a lot of guys like to beg and cry and yell for you to stop while they're doing this stuff, but they don't want you to really stop, it's just a show. So they need a special word that means that it's starting to hurt too much and they want the other person to stop. I want to do that, too. You know, beg and cry and stuff. We need a word."

Tommy leaned back on his hands on the bed. "Like what?" he asked.

"Any word," Jesse said. "Not words you'd use to beg or plead. Different words. Words you wouldn't normally say. Like 'duck.'" Tommy looked at Jesse shyly. "How 'bout fuck?" he asked. "You never say that." Jesse suddenly felt deliciously naughty. "Okay," he said. "So if I say f- f- fuck, you stop, okay. Otherwise, just ignore me if I beg you to stop." He practically whispered the word as he stuttered through it. Tommy felt a thrill of naughtiness, too.

"Okay, then," Tommy said, unconsciously deepening his voice like an older brother's. He straightened up. "Now get over her for your spanking, young man!"

Jesse stiffened as if coming to attention, and shuffled over in front of Tommy. "I'm going to have to take your pants down, Jesse, I'm afraid," Tommy said. "You've been too bad a boy for a pants spanking, even a hard one." He reached over to Jesse's waist and gripped the top of Jesse's pants. Jesse tried to pull away.

"No, Tommy! Please! Don't spank me on my underpants!" he pleaded.

"I'm not going to," Tommy said. Jesse looked at him quizzically. "I'm spanking you bare," Tommy said. He yanked Jesse's pants to his ankles, reaching for Jesse's underpants. For the first time, he noticed Jesse was wearing Power Rangers underwear. He almost burst out laughing, but caught himself as he saw Jesse's hard-on poking the front of the tight fabric outward. Suddenly he wanted to see Jesse's penis, even though he's seen it many times before. He got a sudden inspiration. "And you'd better not be hard, young man, or I'll use your dick to hold you still with!"

Jesse stiffened as Tommy hooked thumbs under his underpants waistband. Slowly, drawing it out, Tommy lowered Jesse's underpants. The curved 2-inch erection sprang immediately toward Jesse's slightly padded pubis, bobbing there. Tommy kept lowering Jesse's underpants smoothly, leaning over to shove them all the way to his ankles. "There," he said. "That'll help keep you from kicking when I roast your butt, and keep them out of the way, too." He fixed his eyes on Jesse's erection, then glanced up as Jesse's face. "What did I tell you about being hard, young man?" he rasped.

"I- I'm sorry!" Jesse said in a voice that shifted up as he talked. "I- I can't help it Please don't spank me, Tommy. Please!"

"You know what happens to you when you're hard before a spanking," Tommy said. He took his left hand and gripped Jesse's boyhood firmly, giving it a tight squeeze. Jesse gasped and his penis swelled and then subsided under Tommy's grip. Tommy squeezed again experimentally, felt the rubbery phallus in his hand expand in response again. I keep that up and he'll cum right here, Tommy thought to himself. "Bend over my knees," Tommy said in his best authoritarian voice. Jesse started to hunker down carefully over Tommy's left side. Tommy yanked his penis upright, but not too hard. "Not that way, boy," he said, trying to sound like the adult older brother. "Under my right hand – my spanking hand."

Spanking hand. He liked the sound of that. He, Tommy, had a spanking hand. A hand for spanking boys' butts. Sure he'd gotten spankings in the last few days – a lot of them. His butt still hurt this very minute from the most recent ones. But he also was a spanker, and he had a spanking hand, and this little boy was going to feel it on his bare behind!

Awkwardly, Jesse inched around Tommy's legs and settled his weight on Tommy's right side, scooted forward enough that his crotch was in the space between Tommy's slightly spread legs, so that Tommy's grip on his penis settled between his legs, too. This meant his butt was only half-bent, with his legs slanting down on one side, his body on the other. He drew his feet up off the floor and half bent his knees, so that he was in the classic little-boy spanking position.

"Now you know what I'm going to do to you," Tommy said gruffly. His penis was nudging Jesse's soft left hip, poking it hard enough that Jesse had to feel his heartbeat.

"You're gonna spank me," Jesse said, sounding almost like a weepy, contrite little boy about to get a butt whipping.

"And why am I going to spank you?" Tommy asked.

"Because I was bad to my best friend. I hit him a whole bunch of times and hurt him," Jesse said in a choked voice. He sounded genuinely sorry, Tommy realized with some surprise. But maybe he was – Tommy was certainly sorry he'd said he'd never be Jesse's friend again. Maybe Jesse needed this absolution from guilt, too.

"Okay, Jesse," Tommy said. He rested his open right hand on Jesse's buttocks, spanning the lower cheeks right where his friend sat down. Out of curiosity, he pushed down more firmly on Jesse's buttocks, then pushed away from him, so that Jesse's plump right cheek separated from his left, giving Tommy a good glimpse of his friend's violated little butt hole. To his relief, he saw that Jesse's butt hole, although red and slightly puffy where it was squeezed closed, was neither bleeding nor particularly damaged looking. He studied the other boy's anus a moment, then released his grip and watched the other boy's buttocks snap shut.

Tommy looked at Jesse's butt itself for a minute. Jesse's butt was well-rounded, more rounded than his or Chad's or Gabriel's, he realized. Had he been an expert on boys and puberty, he'd have realized that his friend had put on prepubertal fat and was less than a year away from entering puberty, but of course Tommy knew nothing about any of those things, only that Jesse had a thin layer of fat all over his body that made him look younger and softer than the other boys. The surface of Jesse's butt was smooth and unblemished. There were no visible pimples, no hairs, no scabs or scrapes, and not a speck of dirt on the boy's rear end, just smooth, creamy white skin that begged to be spanked. "Okay," Tommy said again. "I'm going to start now. Remember, no reaching back to cover your butt or protect it with your hands, no trying to get away, and no getting up until I say your spanking is done. I'll have to hold you by your balls if you do any of those things."

"Yes sir," Jesse said in a breathless voice. "I'm sorry I was bad."

"That's not going to make your spanking any less long and hard," Tommy said. He raised his hand and brought it down sharply in the center of Jesse's butt, right over where he knew the boy's anus was, trying to spank Jesse maybe half as hard as he had Chad. The crack of his hand was surprisingly loud in the little room, and Jesse stiffened under him but didn't cry out. Tommy's penis throbbed in his pants, begging for release. Downstairs, Tommy could hear the video game continue to blare out its sound track.

He raised his hand over Jesse's unprotected butt again, watching in fascination as his handprint appeared, as if my magic, spanning the boy's plump butt. Excitement coursed through him. He was in charge. He had the power. This little boy was at his mercy. He aimed for the right buttock and brought his hand down.

Looking at the floor, Jesse grimaced as the sting of Tommy's second smack washed over him, leaving a glowing warm spot on his right bun that matched the one over his butt hole. He almost smiled in satisfaction to himself as the excitement in the pit of his tummy threatened to overwhelm him. His little curved penis throbbed powerfully in Tommy's tight grip. It was one of his most cherished fantasies -- Tommy holding him by the dick, spanking him on the bare butt. His wiener jumped in Tommy's grip, and Tommy squeezed in response. With a loud smack most of his left buttock suddenly stung sharply, almost unbearably, but then muted down to that warm, tingly throb. It hurt, sure. But not too bad – Tommy wasn't spanking him anywhere near as hard as his mom did. And it had to hurt, in order to be exciting. He was the naughty little boy, and his grown up big brother was spanking him on the bare butt, spanking him because he cared about him, cared what happened to him. He intended to cry, would not fight it but would welcome it, so that, afterward, he could kneel in front of Tommy like he'd always wanted to, his butt still stinging and tears still running down his cheeks, and take Tommy's pubescent dick into his mouth and suck on it like he had sucked on Tommy's brother Chad, suck it until Tommy squirted in his mouth, and then swallow Tommy seed while he stroked himself, and held himself on the brink of orgasm. Only then would he allow himself to cum, only after he had let Tommy dominate him in every way. Only, of course, Tommy was only nominally the dominant one – Jesse had been calling the shots all afternoon, and would continue calling the shots. The fact he was the one in the humiliating little-boy position, getting a spanking on his bare butt did not change that fact..

He tensed again as Tommy struck the lower part of his right buttock, letting out a little moan. He'd let himself cry soon. Cry softly at first, and then let himself really bawl, like he did when his mother spanked him. Then he'd shout out, "Oh, fuck!" and Tommy would stop. And he'd make Tommy cuddle him like his mom did after a spanking, and then he'd suck Tommy, and Tommy would be his. And then he could go downstairs and complete the other part of his plan.

Tommy thought his penis was going to explode, the head had swollen so much. He'd had multiple orgasms already today, and he even hurt inside from them, kind of like the pee burn you sometimes got when you waited too long, yet he wanted to cum again. He'd smacked Jesse's butt about 10 times by then, and Jesse was making a high-pitched keening sound, a sound that was becoming progressively louder. Yet Jesse's dick was still hard in Tommy's hand, still pulsing every time Tommy squeezed it, and he hadn't said the magic word yet. Jesse's butt was quite red, too, a blotchy red with varying shades on its surface. Yet he hadn't called a halt yet, and Tommy was rather glad he hadn't. His own heart was racing with excitement, a feeling he'd gotten before when he'd tortured Chad, spanking him, flicking his balls, dominating him. Only more so with Jesse, for some reason. He'd make Jesse suck him afterward, he decided. Pick him up and hold him and quiet his crying, but then order Jesse to suck him and finish him off. He'd have to wash his dick off first, though – he remembered what Chad had said about stuff in your butt not getting in your mouth, a sentiment that Elvin had echoed earlier that day. He had some antibacterial wipes in the drawer – he'd make Jesse wash his dick with them, then he'd make Jesse suck him.

Jesse was begging Tommy to stop spanking him, blubbering that he'd be a good boy and had learned his lesson. He sounded convincing, and Tommy had to remind himself Jesse had said he liked to beg, and to ignore everything but the safe word. On a whim, Tommy aimed the next two spanks right at Jesse's butt hole again, where he'd started, trying to land his fingers in exactly the same spot, and increased the intensity of his spanking. Jesse shuddered and jackknifed his legs, arching his back at the same time and letting out a little squeal. His penis suddenly began pulsing wildly in Tommy's hand at the same time, like a trapped mouse trying to escape, and his hips squeezed tightly – so tightly that a white line appeared where his buns joined, driving the red color Tommy had put in them completely away. Tommy began milking Jesse's penis while continuing to spank the younger boy. Jesse clenched his butt again and again as his penis spasmed, then collapsed like a limp rag over Tommy's lap. Tommy brought his hand down on Jesse's butt once again, even harder than before.

"Oh, FUCK!" Jesse exclaimed loudly. Tommy raised his hand again and brought it down right over Jesse's anus. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Jesse squealed. Tommy raised his hand again, drunk with power, and almost brought it down before it downed on him what Jesse's profanity meant. He let his hand drop and rest lightly on the other boy's hot, now bumpy buttocks.

"Okay, I think you've been spanked enough," Tommy said over Jesse's soft moaning. He let go of Jesse's penis, now a limp, dead thing in his hand. He reached under Jesse's shoulder and levered him up. Jesse came up easily, real tears on his cheeks, and leaned against Tommy with his weight resting on his outer hip, his sore butt hanging in space. He reached down with both hands to cup himself and cried against Tommy's chest. Tommy circled Jesse with his arms and held him close. In a surprisingly short period of time, Jesse's cries diminished and he sniffed loudly, then let go of his butt and swiped at his eyes. He swiped his eyes some more and wiped the tears on his own sides. He was struggling to say something.

"That was awesome," he whispered. "Except after I came. Then it was too hard."

"I know," Tommy whispered back. "Shut up, you're spoiling it." He raised his voice, pitched it lower. "I hope you learned your lesson, Jesse," he said. "How did you like getting spanked."

"It hurt!" Jesse said plaintively. But he tilted his head back and winked at Tommy, then threw his arms around Tommy and hugged him. Tommy hugged Jesse back, surprised how good his friend felt against him.

"Good," Tommy said. "Now stand up."

Jesse stood uncertainly, reaching back again to cup his butt, his sated little wiener swaying in front of his still diminutive sack. Tommy rose and went to the drawer, getting out the antibacterial wipes he kept there. He tossed them to Jesse, then walked to the end of the bed and dropped his jeans again, heaving them toward the hamper. He turned back toward Jesse, whose eyes were riveted on his throbbing, erect pole. He pointed at it. "Clean me off, little brother," he said. "And then I'm going to make you suck me to make sure you learn your lesson."

Downstairs, Chad and Gabriel popped out one disk and started putting in another. "Thought I heard something," Chad said, listening. "Like someone yelling something."

"You mean like 'fuck?'" Gabriel said. "Yeah, I heard it, too." Both boys listened, but they didn't hear anything else from upstairs.

"He's been up there a long time," Chad said. Had he really hears someone using the f-word? It seemed so unlikely. "What do you suppose they're doing?" Chad asked.

"The little putz is probably making Tommy suck his dick or lick his butt hole," Gabriel said. "I would. In fact, when that little putz is gone, I will." He closed the cover on the cd and started the next game, turning the volume up even louder.

It was a good twenty minutes later, before Jesse came out of the Chad and Tommy's bedroom, slowly, shutting the door and walking carefully downstairs. He poked his head into the living room. Chad leaped to his feet when he saw Jesse, dropping his controller.

"You two done now?" Chad asked. "You took a long time." He looked at Jesse quizzically, his face clearly begging for an explanation. Jesse didn't answer. "Did you straighten things out with each other? Are you friends again like before?" he added when Jesse just stood there looking at him and Gabriel.

"We're okay," Jesse said, smiling shyly, his face looking oddly flushed. "We straightened things out," he said. "But we're not friends like before. Things are different now." He turned exited, letting the living room door shut behind him. Chad raced out the door, just in time to see Jesse disappearing into the kitchen. Jesse was turning away from the refrigerator, holding his cell phone in his hand as Chad and Gabriel entered.

"Calling your mom?" Chad asked, pointing at the cell phone.

"No," Jesse said, slipping the phone into his pants pocket carefully. "Just something I had to check for my mom." He turned and walked past the other boys, his gait still slow and a bit bow-legged, going out the kitchen door. The boys hurried after him. Jesse turned at the front door. "I'm going home now, but I'll be back." The last part was in his best Terminator imitation. "You can count on it," he added. He eased himself slowly out the door and down the steps and was gone from sight.

Gabriel walked up beside Chad. "What was with him?" he asked. "Why was he walking and talking like that? And what was he doing in the kitchen?"

"I don't know," Chad said truthfully. Why was Jesse looking at the refrigerator when they'd gone in? All that was on it was notes to remember stuff, his mom's grocery list, some old magnets, Tommy's all A report card, his mom's trip itinerary, a list of emergency numbers, a drawing of Tommy's she'd liked, stuff like that. And why was Jesse walking so slow like that?

Chad shook his head, then looked at his now favorite cousin with a sense of fondness. "I don't know," he said again. "I've never understood their relationship. But it's getting dark. If we don't eat and do the Tommy stuff Beth will blister all our butts – she'd love a good excuse."

"Fine," Gabriel said. "My peter's getting horny, anyway. I could use a good blow job, and I don't suppose you're volunteering."

"No," Chad said firmly. "That's my brother's department these days– that is, if Jesse didn't leave a dead body in our room."

"Dibs on his bed if he did," Gabriel said. "Last one there's a butt. And not a cute clean butt like mine – a stinky, poopy, disgusting butt. Like yours." He raced off, giggling, and Chad, feeling lighter hearted than he had for some time, pursued him up the stairs, both boys giggling and trying to trip each other as they ran.