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St: Our Younger Brothers, Our Caretakers -- Part 2/2
   (M/M, shave, spank, strap, cane, sex)


The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of humiliation,
spankings and sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if
you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

After learning that the real life models of  "Our Younger Brothers, Our
Caretakers" were working on resolving their problems by planing a
retreat to sort everything out and re-bond, I though about what might
have happened had they done so years ago.  This story is totally fiction
unlike the predecessor.  Need I tell you that you should read Part 1
first.

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@Lycosmail.com.


Our Younger Brothers, Our Caretakers -- Part 2/2
By
Y. Lee Coyote
It has been some seventeen years since I (Philip, a.k.a., Pip) and my
mate Michael had been put into the care of our younger brothers, Paul
and Stephen, respectively as the result of being out of control.  It was
our parents desperate attempt to keep us hellions out of an approved
school.  Strange as it may seem, the unorthodox treatment was successful
and there were a lot of very positive benefits for all four of us.  By
now we are all, in varying degrees, productive self-sufficient members
of society.

Not surprisingly there were some unintended consequences.  When this
formal change occurred, Paul and Steve were just approaching thirteen
and although pretty mature (for their ages) still did not have the
required self-discipline nor parental experience to be fair and balanced
in the treatment of us.  It would not be fair not to mention that our
parents failed to monitor the situation adequately so as to provide the
needed guidance to our brothers and prevent excesses.  There was also a
problem in that our fathers believed in very strict corporal punishment
and also that being caught was a major crime.

Almost all the excesses occurred in the first year when Paul and Steve
were learning on the job and having to cope with their increased power
of being the brothers-in-charge even though they were younger.  Of
course, this power increased their status among their peers but even
this had a downside.  Whenever we were taunted about being babies and
the like, our brothers also felt it for they were ashamed of us.

After school we scattered to the four winds but we all came back to our
home city and settled down into gay bachelors' lives.  We saw each other
but in the last couple of years we realized that we all need to resolve
the past.  Paul and Steve were increasingly feeling their guilt and Mike
and I still had resentments.  In some talk about all of this, we
realized that the contracts we signed years ago were still in effect and
we were still homagers to our younger brothers.

We decided that for our summer holiday we would go on a retreat for a
week, turn back the clock to when they should have released us back in
the six form and resume being our younger brothers with the appropriate
respect and deference due to their older brothers.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Paul picked us up with his motor.  I was waiting, dutifully in school
shorts, when he pulled up in front of my flat.  I tossed my bag into the
boot and reached for the front door.

"In the back, Pipsqueak.  You know that little ones always ride in
back."

"Yes, sir."  I said.  I sat in the back feeling a strange, perhaps a
perverse, thrill at being ordered about again so openly.  Paul had set
the stage immediately.  I wondered why he did not drive off.

He sighed.  "How many times do I have to tell you to buckle up, boy?"  I
found the seat belt and buckled it and Paul drove off.  "That is not a
good start, Pip.  You better behave properly or you'll be bent over even
before we get there.

A few minutes later we were picking up Steve and Mickey.  Mike was very
quiet as he get into the back with me and Steve joined Paul in the
front.  "You wouldn't believe the trouble that boy has given me this
morning, Paul; I almost took the cane to him already."

"I know how you feel; Pip is the same.  I've put him on probation
already."  Mike and I exchanged glances and squeezed each other hands.
Everyone was in the right state of mind -- teenaged minds.  The only
anomaly was that a "fifteen" year old was driving although it would not
have been back then (if he had been able to talk dad out of the car).

Before we were halfway there, Mike and I got restless and started to
tease each other.  Our timing was pretty bad.  Our ever watchful
caregivers yelled at us just as we approached a rest area.  Paul drove
right in to it.

We were ordered over to a picnic table and told to sit.  A minute later,
Steve joined us.  He had a cane in his hand.  "I had hoped that I would
not need this so soon, but you two are incorrigible.  Assume the
position."  Both Mike and I did as we were told.  Steve gave Mickey
three over his shorts and then handled the cane to Paul who gave me the
same.  They used a lower school cane and did not really hit hard.

Even though is was only mid-morning and the rest area was almost
deserted we had an appreciative audience.  An elderly man was leading
his grandson to the bog and commented to Paul and Steve "that it was
nice that there were still people who knew the proper way to discipline
boys."  He then told his grandson that "I'm going to speak to your
father about getting a cane for you, lad."

"Back into the car now and you better behave yourselves." came the
order.  Mike and I quickly resumed our places, bucked up and were quiet
for the rest of the ride.

Paul had found this little cottage on a cliff overlooking the sea and
surrounded by sheep meadows.  It had two small bedrooms each with a
double beds, a small kitchen, bath and a sitting room.  He had gotten
the place stocked so that we would not need to shop for a few days. We
spent a few minutes stowing our stuff and checking that we had
everything that we needed.  Then we gathered in the sitting room to get
to business.

Paul and Steve really did it nicely.  They apologized very profusely for
their excesses and then gave each of us four things.  First, their
apologies beautifully hand written in a schoolboy script.   Second, our
original contract that put them in charge of us.  They had written
across the faces that they were canceled and had framed them.  Third, a
pair of jeans each neatly washed and ready to wear.  We quickly changed
out of our shorts and put them on.  I felt like I did when I finished
the first form and got my first pair of longs when I was twelve.  Fourth
and last, they promised that they would be our very obedient twelve year
old little brothers for the week to try to repent for their long past
mis-deeds.

Mike and I had been thinking about what we should do next.  We had told
them to bring shorts but Mike had had a brainstorm.  "Little boys should
not be in longs.  Take them off."  We smiled as they obediently removed
their jeans.  I'm sure they expected us to tell them to get their shorts
but we surprised them.  We handed them our shorts (still warm) and told
them to put them on.  As good sports they did without a word.  Since
they are both bigger than us, they were quite tight on them, outlining
their bums and other parts and made them look more boyish.

We went out to explore the area and to enjoy the view and pounding surf.
It was not even ten minutes before we had to yell at the boys for the
third time not to go so close to the edge of the cliff.  It was time
that they were taught a lesson.  After lecturing them on the dangers we
removed our belts and they were smart enough to bend over without any
objection.  But they were not going to get off so easily.  Mike and I
told them to stand and drop their little boy shorts and pants and to
resume position.  They each got six across their bare bums.  It really
felt good to see the strips form on them rather than on each other as we
had many times in the past.  We did not thrash them like our dad
thrashed us but we hit hard enough that they knew they had been
strapped.  For the rest of the outing, we held them by the hands so that
they could not go near the edge again.

We had a simple dinner which I cooked.  The important thing was that
they had soda while we had beer.  It was just another ploy to make them
feel younger than us.  Over dinner Mike and I talked about how naughty
the little ones were and we decided that the problem was that they
thought that they were big boys, maybe even men, because they had pubic
hair.  There is certainly one way to solve that problem.  After they had
cleared the table and removed their clothes, we took them outside.
There we told them that they were going to get shorn, just like the
sheep in the meadow were.  They pleaded (but not very sincerely) with us
but we insisted that it was the necessary to do it.  A reminder that
they had done it to us was the clincher.

We had brought a barber clipper to make the job easy.  Mike got to do
Steve first.  He stood on a bench with his hands on his head and feet
apart.  Mike felt real good when he turned on the machine.  It was
easier than doing a sheep since he stood still.  Back and forth he ran
the clipper starting with the little trail down from his naval.

Then I did Paul.  He had a big bush and I recall that back in school he
was very proud of it.  It took some time even with the power machine
clipping.  Then I made sure to get the hair on his sack and even back to
his perineum.  As I handled his equipment I recalled the past when he
told me to and how nice his manhood was then and still is now.  When he
stepped down from the stool, he looked ridiculous for he's as a hairy as
a gorilla.  Now he had a silly combination of a hairy chest and bare
pubes.  He looked me right in the eye and said: "Pip, a man does the
whole job; a boy just part."   I blushed for he was right.  I was not
doing what I had set out to.  I was forgetting about his needs.  I
turned the clipper back on and it took almost ten minutes to clear his
chest as he stood there with his hands behind his back and a wry smile.

As I was checking that I had gotten every hair enjoying rubbing my hand
over his hard muscles he shifted his hand to the top of his head
exposing his hairy armpits.  It was a clear indication that I should
really do a full job.  I had to really admire him for going all the way.
I ran the clipper over his pits until they were bare.  When I turned the
clipper off, he gave me a hug.  I could not help but to return it.
Later he told me that this was the first time he had lost his bush.

Back in the house we had them clean up the dishes while Mike and I read.
Actually, we mainly just smiled at each other and sipped our beers.  It
still was early but we told them it was bedtime and sent them to bathe
together and then wait in the tub for us.  While they dripped dried, we
covered their clipped pubes with shaving foam and removed the stubble
left by the clipper.  It did not take very long before they were as
smooth as babies.  We rinsed them off and dried them.  We then tucked
them into bed and read them a bedtime story.  Mike and I talked a while
and then took our own showers and went to bed.

I was really looking forward to this.  Every since we had been given
into the care of our brothers, they had used us sexually.  That in and
of itself was not a problem for we were all horny teenagers, but that
they never let us be the tops.  Our brothers had been warned that they
were expected to behave appropriately as younger brothers should -- that
is to say, like we did.  After I got into bed I put my arms about my
brother (like he had often done to me) and pulled him close.  We both
felt closer than we had in many years.  We could tell that we were both
very turned on.  I gently pushed his head toward my very erect cock.
Paul did not resist; he knew that turnabout was fair play and proceeded
to give me a superb blow job.  (I was tempted to return the favor as I
held his rigid shaft but I did not as he had not done for me back then.)

We cuddled for a while telling each other that we really did love each
other and expressed regrets that we had not done this alone time ago.
All this time, Paul was playing with my dick and had gotten it very hard
again.  I got the lube from the night table and started to play with
Paul's hole.  He had never let me do this before, but tonight was
different.  I played with his hole gently and gradually managed to work
up to three fingers into his tight hole.  I covered my own shaft with
more lube and got on top of him.  I slipped in easily and for the very
first time fucked my little brother as he had fucked me so many times
before.  He must have liked it for he actually climaxed without touching
his rod.

I got behind him and held him as he had held me many times. We slept
together and happy.  In the morning we found that we had shifted
positions and he was now holding me.  In all honesty, I will admit that
it felt very good; even his hot rod pressing against my bum crack.  I
fondly remembered his fucking me many times and loving it even if I
protested at the time.  This morning he did not try.

The little boys were assigned kitchen duty while the big boys just
rested a little longer.  We were served breakfast in bed and they were
not permitted to eat until we had finished.  After they cleaned up, we
explored the area more fully, even finding a path down to the water and
a sort of beach.  We could not resist so we stripped down and skinny
dipped for a while.  When we got out, we chastised the boys (the ones
with bare pubes) for forgetting the towels.  We then spanked them like
little forgetful boys deserve to be spanked.  We found some rocks to sit
on, pulled them over our laps and spanked them with our hands until
their bums were rosy red.  Then we picked up our plimsolls and finished
the job.  Now we could hit a lot harder and turned the rosy red into a
deep cherry red.  I'm not sure that they were real tears, but they both
cried a little bit.  Maybe they felt like little boys without pubic hair
and over daddy's knees.  We comforted them until they stopped crying
(which was only a few minutes).  They promised to be more careful in the
future.  After dressing we wandered around some more and played ball.

The second evening was a lot like the first.  Of course, all though this
time together, we did talk about the past -- how it was both good and
bad.  We spend the night like the first one.

In the morning Steve made breakfast and we all ate at the table.  Of
course, the little boys did not have tea but milk.  Then we had a very
serious discussion in the sitting room.  We talked long and hard
explaining our feelings openly.  We all discovered things that we did
not know about the other side.  Mike and I explained that we forgave
everything with just one exception.  We had decided that their making us
confess to their misdeeds and thus getting thrashed by our dads required
a physical punishment.  Steve was sent to fetch the upper school cane.

A few minutes later we had two boys wearing only their vests, bent over
in front of us.  I went first and gave Paul the hardest cut that I
could.  Even as he said "One; thank you, Sir." the fiery red track was
forming.  Then Mike did the same to Steve with similar results.  Paul
got the second from Mike.  We alternated until each errant lad got the
full dose of six cuts.  Even though this caning hurt significantly more
than the spanking, neither of them cried out or moved.

We then had lunch which they chose to eat standing by the old mantle
rather than sitting by the table with us.  We also explained that
everything was now even Steven but we had one more task for them first
which was to wait for after dinner.

Lunch completed, we drove into town to get some supplies.  Actually that
was just an excuse to show them off in their tight school shorts.  After
dinner we explained that for us all to be equal they would have to shave
us.  Their faces lit up as this was quite unexpected.  We stripped and
went outside.  They made fast work of our bushes with the clippers.  We
joked that we all should have saved the clippings and sold it like the
local herders did.  It made for a good laugh.  Then, back inside, they
shaved us.

We then formally accepted their apologies and had a great big and long
group hug.  We hadn't felt so good about ourselves in a very long time.
We were our best mates once again like when we thought that the
eleven-plus was the most important thing in the world.  We were all
smooth little boys on a holiday ready, willing and able to have fun.

This night we were not restricted by << big boy / little boy >> rules
and were all just boys and were ready to play.  Once we were in bed, I
examined the marks I had made on Paul.  I felt bad about them; probably
worse than he felt.  I told him that I was sorry and proceed to kiss
each welt on each check to make the boo-boo go away like when we were
little boys and I kissed his scrapped knees.  Many times when we were in
school, I had kissed his ass to prove my acceptance of his dominance but
never like this; this time it was to prove my love.  To finish up, I
also spread his cheeks and kissed the center.  Paul liked this, pulled
me up and Frenched kissed me for a long time.

Then Paul was his usual aggressive self and really got into me just like
he did when we were really teens.  Although, this time he gave me a
fabulous blow job which he had never done in the old days.  Then we
cuddled the entire night knowing that we loved each other deeply and
that the past was really past.

The next two days were the absolutely greatest. Everyone was happy.
Everyone had fun playing.  None of us worried about shorts or longs; big
or little.  We just played.  We even had dinner in town a couple of
times just so that would not have to fuss.  We made it a rule that we
had to have a group hug three times a day.

We realized that we had one regret.  We should have done this at least a
decade ago.

One thing was different with Mike and Steve than it was with Paul and I.
They told us that they felt that their relationship was balanced with
neither of them dominant.  Paul and I had something else.  Paul always
seemed to be in charge particularly when we were alone.  Of course, it
was most evident in bed.  He was always directing me.  It was not like
it was when we were in school when I had no choice but now it felt
absolutely right.  I felt happiest when he enveloped me in his arms and
slid his hard cock into my bumhole with out a word.  In retrospect, even
if I had not been put into his charge I sure that he would have taken
control on his own.

It was on the sixth morning that we first talked about a new
relationship.  He was wrapped about me and holding both my wrists
together while playing with my smooth groin.  "Pip, are you happy like
this?" he whispered into my ear while licking it.

"Yes.  Oh, yes; very much so."  I responded think that I was the
luckiest bloke in the world in the arms of my hero and love.

"Me too." he replied.  "I love you, Pip, and I want us to be together.
I promise that I'll never be mean like I was back them."

When we were dressing, Paul tossed my clothes on the bed as he had a
couple of times before.  Today he tossed my shorts rather than my jeans.
I put them on knowing full well that I was his little boy -- Paul's
little boy -- once again.  He hugged me and I knew that it was the right
thing.

Mike and Steve noticed but did not say a word.  It was only after a few
hours that they realized I was always deferring to Paul.  It was only at
dinner when I had a soda rather than a beer was it totally clear to them
what our relationship was now.

At night Paul told me that he intended to keep me his shaven little boy
forever and could expect to be spanked in one way or another when ever I
was naughty.  "Yes, sir, big brother.  I need your help." I told him.

We had to be out by 10 o'clock so that the landlord could clean the
place for the next renters.  Paul had to remind me: "Little shorts boys
ride in the back."  We all laughed.  Then he told me to buckle up.  We
took a long scenic route home and I managed to mess up again.  Less than
ten minutes after we had left the lunch place where Paul had asked me if
I had to pee and I had said no, I said I had to.  I had to hold it
(literally) for another twenty minutes until we could stop.  After
relieving myself, I got three cuts with the lower school cane on my
shorts in the rest stop.

This boy does not seem to learn.  I'm looking forward to moving with
Paul in a new place.  He will be able to keep a better watch on me.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L., June 12, 2001

Your comments are appreciated.

Y.

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