Sarge

Winter Storm

"God, it's cold," Scott said to himself. He wished he could be inside, sitting nice and warm by the fire, but instead he was in the backyard building a snowman. It wasn't that cold, a degree or two above freezing, but Scott was naked from the waist down to his boots. Above, he had a tee shirt, cap, and mittens.

He glanced at the window. Joel was watching. Scott could see a little cloud of steam rising from the table under the window, and he guessed it to be hot chocolate. He picked up the last ball of snow, shivering as some of it fell and hit his bare legs, and set it on top of the other two. He added the buttons for the eyes, a carrot for the nose, and raisins for the mouth.

He heard the window open and turned to look. "Stand on the ladder and let him suck your dick," Joel said before closing the window.

Scott wanted to tell his brother to go fuck himself, but he didn't dare. Not after what his dad had said before he left on his business trip. It had started a month ago, when Scott was brought home at midnight by the police after he had been caught vandalizing the neighborhood. For the first time ever, his dad used a paddle on his bare butt. But as bad as that was, it wasn't the worst part of his punishment.

Normally, thirteen-year-old Joel wasn't invited to any of Scott's punishments, and vice versa, but their dad decided that allowing Joel to witness Scott's punishment would make it an even greater deterrent to Scott in the future. During his time out after the paddling, their dad stated that since Joel was acting much more mature than Scott, maybe Joel should be in charge when he wasn't home. "I trust you," he said to Joel. "Don't go too far."

But Joel was intelligent, and he knew exactly how to extract an even worse punishment for his brother. "Dad, if I'm more mature, why does he have hair down there and I don't?" It wasn't true, Joel did have hair, but his dad didn't know that.

"Don't worry Joel, yours will grow in," their dad said. "But I can make it even for now." He disappeared, but when he came back he had a bucket of water, a spray bottle, and a couple of towels. When he was done, all of Scott's pubic hairs were gone, very much to Joel's delight.

Scott got detention at school two weeks later and was nearly suspended from school for a 'verbal disagreement' with a teacher. True to his word, their dad left it up to Joel to punish him while he supervised. To his surprise, Joel handed it very maturely, explaining to his brother what he had done wrong, what he should have done, and how he was to be punished. The spanking he delivered was not as severe as the previous one, but since it was delivered by his younger brother it hurt Scott even more emotionally.

On a Friday a few weeks later their dad had to go out of town on business for the weekend. With a caution to Joel, he informed both boys that Joel would be in charge. Joel was to refrain from any sort of corporal punishment, but their dad said that if he came home and got a bad report from Joel, he would punish Scott first and then allow Joel to punish his brother again.

When the boys got home from school, things were fine for a while, until Scott said he was going out with friends. Joel said he was to stay home and help prepare dinner. They argued, and Scott lost his temper completely and reached out to push Joel down, but accidently pushed him into the counter, where his head hit hard, leaving a big bruise and a small bump.

"That's it, I'm calling dad, and he can deal with you when you get home," Joel had said.

Not wanting that, Scott had pleaded with his brother. Joel listened, and offered a punishment that a smarter boy would have turned down, but Scott had never demonstrated much intelligence.. The punishment? Scott accepted that until their dad got home that he was to be a virtual slave to Joel, and do anything he was asked to do. To seal the deal, Joel took a couple of pictures of his head and sent them to his best friend, with the understanding that if Scott reneged on the deal their father would see the pictures.

On Saturday, Joel had made few demands. The worst one was that Scott had to be naked. And Joel found the stuff their dad had used to remove his pubes, and made Scott use it again. It wasn't until that night at bedtime that he said, in a conversational tone, that he wanted a blowjob.

"Go fuck yourself," Scott said.

"You may regret that later. Are you going to do it or do I send the pictures to dad tonight?" Scott gave in, and that night Joel went to bed very happy while Scott felt sick.

After that, Scott felt he was committed to anything Joel wanted, thus on Sunday afternoon he found himself mostly naked in a snowstorm, making a snowman because that's what Joel told him to do. Now that it was done, he hoped his brother would let him back inside, but instead Joel had ordered him to stick his dick into the snowman's mouth and get a blowjob from it.

Scott positioned the ladder and was about to climb up when the window opened again. "Get it hard first Scott. Your snowman can't suck you if you aren't hard." Again, the window went down. Scott was freezing, but he knew Joel wouldn't care. He pulled off a mitten and began doing his best to get it hard.

Once hard, he climbed the step ladder and without hesitation thrust his dick into the mouth of the snowman. His balls shrunk even further up under his groin as the cold sucked all the heat out of his dick. It was so cold it was burning, but Scott was afraid to pull it out too soon.

The window went up a third time. "Okay, that's good enough. Come on up."

When Scott reached the porch, Joel said, "The mail has come. Take the rest of your stuff off and put it inside and go and get the mail."

Scott removed the tee shirt, the mittens, and the boots and tossed them onto the floor inside the sliding glass door. The momentary warmth of the house felt good, and his brother was not in sight, so he took a minute to warm himself.

Even colder now that all of his skin was exposed again, he made his way down the walk to the driveway. Scott was concerned. Joel had sent him out front naked.

"Maybe he's making a mistake," Scott said to himself. "Maybe if a neighbor sees me they'll tell my dad and he won't be in charge of me anymore." He rounded the corner and was immediately hit by a snowball. In the drive were Joel and two of his friends, Warren and Leon. Unlike him, they were all dressed in winter gear.

He was hit twice more as he retreated to the back yard, shivering violently.

"Surrender," Joel yelled as he and his two friends followed him into the back yard. Scott put his arms up, signaling he was surrendering.

"Five push ups and a dozen sit-ups, then run in place until I call you," Joel said. Joel and his friends watched, laughing, as Scott had to lower his body down into the snow to do the first pushup. Then Leon, who was the smallest, ran and got on his back, driving him even deeper into the snow.

"Are you going to tell your father about this?" Leon asked. Leon was twelve, a year younger than his brother Warren.

"No, I told him I wouldn't." Scott knew that his behavior towards his brother's friends could make or break what would happen next.

Leon got off of him and stood by as Scott finished the last two pushups. When he rolled onto his back, Leon quickly pushed snow over his groin, making his dick and balls shrink even more. Scott completed the twelve sit ups, and started running in place as the boys went back inside. He could hear the timer on the microwave go off a few minutes later, and all three boys appeared at the sliding glass door with cups of hot chocolate in their hands.

After a few minutes of watching him suffer, Joel opened the door. "Come on inside," he yelled.

The house felt hot after being outside for nearly an hour naked.

"We're going to play a game called 'hide the sausage'," Leon said. "Lean over the side of the couch with your legs spread to the sides.

Scott was trying to figure out the purpose of the set up. It would be perfect for spanking, even better than the position his dad had used.

Warren and Joel came into the family room after a few seconds. "Here Leon, you know what to do with this, right?"

"Yeah," Leon said. "Grease his butt hole."

Suddenly Scott had an idea of what they had planned. "No, Joel, please, you can't. That's too far." He grunted as Leon stuck a cold finger up his butt, covered with something cold and greasy.

"Actually, I was just going to let Leon play, but now that you talked back, I think Warren and me will play too."

"Dad will be home tomorrow," Scott began and then instantly regretted it.

"Let's decide right now. Remember yesterday when you told me to fuck off and I said you'd regret it? Do you think dad will believe his favorite, nice son would do anything like this to you? If so, I'll free you right after Warren sends the pictures and tells dad that I didn't call him because you threatened to hurt me even more if I did. The bruise is still visible. Or are you going to tell us you would rather play the new game? After all, it was your idea in the first place."

Scott was sure Joel was right. His dad would never believe this, just as he had decided the night before that their dad would never believe that he would give Joel a blowjob just to avoid getting punished. And given his past with Joel, his dad would believe it if Warren said he took the pictures because Joel was scared of him.

"I want you to play the new game," Scott said, feeling closer to tears then more than ever. He grunted again as Leon smeared more grease into his hole, reaching a finger as far inside as he could.

"Good," Leon said as he leaned over to speak into Scott's ear. "Cause I really, really want to do this."

Scott heard the sound of a zipper, and a minute later he felt Leon snuggle up behind him. Leon's dick led the way, and Leon used his hands to force Scott's butt cheeks apart. Then he felt the tip of Leon's dick as it slid past his hole and into his ass with just a minor bit of pain from having his asshole forced open.

"Oh, damn, you won't believe how this feels," Leon said as he began driving his hips forward.

"Just get done with it," Warren said.

Scott could hear the sound Leon made as he got closer and closer to climax. Leon had been jacking off for a year, but nothing he'd ever done made his dick feel like it did right then. As he drove in as deep as he could, he felt something he'd never fully felt before. "Hey," he said out loud. "I think I just shot." He pulled out and saw something white and shiny on the end of his dick. "Yeah, I did! I came in his ass!"

"Are you going to be good or are you going to cause trouble or make more threats," Joel asked his brother.

"I'll be good, sir, I promise. No more threats."

"So, you'll let me do anything I want, right?"

"Please, Joel, please be kind. I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm sorry about all the stuff I've done to you."

"I'll take that for a yes," Joel said. "And give you a choice. Blowjobs for me and Warren, as many as we want whenever we want them until dad gets home. Or we both fuck you."

"I'll suck you, as much as you want," Scott said. The only thing saving him was that tonight would be the last night of this. His dad would be home tomorrow.

"Oh, by the way, while you were outside having fun, dad called. He can't get back because the airport is closed. And the schools here are closed until the streets are cleared. I told him you have been behaving much better than you ever have before, and now he's not so desperate to get home. He said he hoped to be home by Tuesday as the storm is expected to end tonight."

"So I can do this again and again?" Leon asked with excitement.

"Maybe, we'll see how well Scott follows directions," Joel said.

"Wow," Warren said as he passed a window. "Look at how deep the snow is. This has to be a record. It must be three inches [8 cm] deep and it's still coming down."

"It's really dark too," Joel said as he joined Warren at the window. "I wish we had a newspaper, I wonder how long this is going to last." He turned and looked at Scott. "Put your boots, cap, and gloves on and take a quarter from the jar. Ride your bike down to the store on the corner and buy a paper, will you Scott?"

Know he was being tested, he hung his head, but said, "Yes sir," to Joel. He pulled the boots on, his cap, and put the quarter inside the glove.

"Be careful out there on your bike, it might be slippery. You can walk if you think the bike will be too dangerous."

The store was three blocks away. Scott knew it took about fifteen minutes to walk to the store. Even in this weather, he guessed he do it on bike in as little as five minutes. That would be ten minutes, outside, completely naked in the cold. Even though it was dark, it was only approaching six at night, so nobody would be in bed. The greater danger wouldn't be the cold, it would be getting caught.

"I'll take my bike and be careful," he said. He stepped out the back and immediately shivered. His bike was in the garage, and he was glad he had a mountain bike with wide knobby tires, as the snow was several inched deep already. He left the garage door open and rode down the driveway to get a feel for how it was. As scared as he was at being caught, he was a lot more scared of Joel, so he turned to the left onto the street and rode as fast as he dared.

What he didn't expect, and his brother probably didn't either, was the number of kids that were out making snowmen in the front yard or using cardboard to try and slide down the shallow slope of the driveways. None of them were expecting anyone to be out, and the falling snow greatly reduced visibility, so he made it all the way without anyone yelling out as if they had seen him. He parked the bike on the side where there were no lights.

He was freezing cold, and as he peeked around the corner he slipped and fell and slid two feet out into the open.

"Scott? Scott Butterfield, is that you?"

It was the voice of a kid he knew from school, Owen Mitchel. He got up and tried to hurry back to his bike, but it was too late. Owen came around the corner, followed by his younger brother Oliver.

"That is you," Owen said. "What the hell are you doing out in the middle of a snowstorm naked?" Owen was laughing, as was his brother.

"I lost a bet, and I have to get a paper," he said. He pulled off the glove and held the quarter out with one hand while he used the other to hide his junk. "Would you get it for me? Please?"

Owen ran forward and grabbed the quarter and then ran to the front. "If you want it back you have to catch me," the twelve-year-old shouted.

"Come on Owen, please get the coin from your brother. I'm freezing and I don't want to have to make this trip again."

"Oliver is standing in the middle of the parking lot," Owen said. "Go and get him. And you'd better hurry because four of his friends are in the store and should be out, oops too late, there they are.

"Scott Butterfield is around the corner, and he's naked," Scott heard Oliver yell. Moments later, four more boys came around the corner. "Grab him and pull him out into the light," one of them yelled and they all ran for Scott.

He didn't fight them very hard. If one of them got hurt, his dad would hear about it and that would be very serious. He let them bring him all the way to the corner under the street light where anyone a quarter mile away could see him.

"You want this?" Oliver said, holding out the quarter. "Then go chase it." He threw it down the street as far as he could.

Scott struggled to keep his eyes on the coin as he chased after it. The only saving grace was that the snow hadn't been disturbed and it was easy to spot where it landed. And then it dawned on Scott that he was naked on what was usually one of the busiest streets in the area, and not a car was out. He recovered the quarter, but the five younger boys were now standing between him and the paper vending box.

"Look, he's getting a boner," one of them yelled.

"Okay boys, you've had your fun," Owen said approaching them. Let him get his paper before he freezes to death."

The five boys reluctantly parted, allowing a wary Scott to get the paper. As he started for the corner, the door opened and the clerk, a teen boy just slightly older than Scott, said, "Hey, you, come in here or I'm calling the cops."

The last thing Scott could afford would be to have the cops deliver him home again even if his dad wasn't there. He went up to the door.

"Who did this to you?"

"I lost a bet. It was only supposed to take me a couple of minutes until the kids took my quarter."

The kid looked out at the younger kids, and they started moving along, followed by Owen. "You want to warm up for a minute or two?" He held the door open. "Go over there by the bread. That's the warmest spot in the store."

Scott followed him inside and went to where he had pointed. The clerk came back with a handful of paper towels. "Let me brush the snow off you."

"Thanks, but I can do it," Scott said, but the clerk didn't release the paper towels. Scott looked down and noticed the clerk's pants were tented out noticeable. "Uh, thanks, but I need to be going," he said. The clerk made one last wipe, rubbing his hand over Scott's erection as Scott pushed past him and out the door as fast as he could go.

When he got home, Joel wanted to know everything. Scott decided there was no harm in relating what had happened and a risk if he didn't, so he told them everything.

"Damn it, I lose," Leon said when he got to the part about Oliver and the other boys.

"He bet you'd lie about that," Warren said. "Oliver called Joel and told him. We already knew."

"Is that all that happened?" Joel asked.

"No. I think the clerk is gay." He told them what had happened inside the store. "So, what about this bet your brother made?" he asked Warren when he was finished with the story. He noticed Leon's face was bright red.

"He has to go outside naked and fuck the snowman," Warren said.

"Is it cold outside?" he asked.

"Just get naked and get out there before we make you build your own snowman in the front yard," Joel said. He and Warren laughed as the twelve-year-old tried to strip without being seen by any of the older boys. He finally gave up and took off the last of his clothes and ran out the back door totally naked.

"You were naked on Crestview Road?" Warren asked. "The busiest street in town?"

"Yeah. It was deserted. No cars anywhere, not even tire tracks in the snow."

"You sure the clerk was gay?" Joel asked as soon as Leon was outside.

"Yeah. He really wanted to touch me. Actually, he did, but just for a second."

"I want to go," Joel said. "I've got an idea for something. And you are not going to like it, but you will do it, won't you."

"Joel, if you order it, I'll go, but the wind is picking up and the temperature is falling. I think I was getting close to frostbite as it was. It's a lot colder now than it was when I was building the snowman and I think walking that far naked would be dangerous."

"You can be dressed. Wear the tearaway sports pants we both got for our birthdays." Joel said. He grabbed Leon's clothing and ran to his room, returning with just one item just as Leon ran back inside, his dick hard and covered with snow.

"That sucked," he said as he wiped the snow off his tender parts. "Quit playing with yourself and put these on, we're going to the store for pizza," Joel said, tossing his pair of the tearaway pants to Leon.

"Where's my clothes"" Leon asked.

"Locked away safe," Warren told him. "Wear those or go without pants, it's up to you." Warren didn't know what Joel had planned, but Joel's plans were always good ones and it didn't bother him to think the next one might incorporate his younger brother too.

"Boots, hats, heavy jackets, and gloves, let's go," Joel said as soon as Leon had the pants on. Leon wanted his shirt, or any shirt, but Warren said he didn't need it and to hurry up and get his stuff on for outside.

Dressed in the tearaway pants, coats, hats, and gloves, it wasn't as bad outside as when he was naked. Unlike Leon, Scott knew that just a pull on each side of the pants would unsnap them and leave him naked again. He could only hope that it wouldn't be outside.

When they reached the store Joel was glad to see it was still open and brightly lit. There were no other customers in the store.

"Excuse me sir, but my brother admitted that he was very rude to you when you were just trying to help. He'd like to apologize to you."

Joel stepped aside and looked at his brother. "I'm very sorry for the way I behaved sir," Scott said, still confused as to where this was going.

The clerk, who was confused and somewhat leery of the five boys, started to say something, but Joel cut him off.

"He'd like to show his appreciation for you trying to help him and not calling the police. If you could turn off the security cameras and erase the images of him naked, he will give you a blowjob." Leon studied the teen's face and saw what he wanted. "For a minor price, of course."

"Uh, this is my dad's store, I just work here. I don't have access to the safe, and there have been almost no customers today, so the cash register is empty."

"We're not here to rob you, we just need dinner. Four of the frozen pizzas will be fine. And my brother will do it, no tricks. We just don't want video evidence of the prank we played on him."

The video evidence had already been copied by the clerk onto a thumb drive and then deleted from the tape. The clerk knew his dad would might review the tape but wouldn't notice a piece had been deleted.

"I backed the tape up to where he came into the store, so that's already gone. And I can cover the cost of the pizzas so inventory matches." He hesitated.

"Is there something wrong?" Joel asked him.

"No, it's just that, well, this seems like a trick. Like I'm being set up."

"I hadn't thought of that," Joel said truthfully. "This is no trick. We just want the pizzas, and my brother will pay for them as I explained."

"No, I don't think so," the clerk said. "This doesn't feel right. Nothing happened in here earlier. I don't take blow jobs in exchange for inventory. In fact, I don't take them at all. I've never had one in my life." It wasn't true, he'd given away stuff before, mostly beer to kids, in exchange. But he gave blowjobs as often as getting them. But he was scared these kids were wired and the cops were just a block away listening.

"If we were cops, or working with the cops, would we do this?" Warren said as he pulled both sides of the pants his brother had on. There were four snaps on each side and they quickly came undone, leaving Warren with two halves of pants and Leon exposed.

Before Leon could even react, Warren used the treasure he had found in the back of the store while Joel was talking. A pair of toy handcuffs, which he quickly used to cuff Leon's hands behind his back. He was sure Leon wouldn't know about, let alone find, the little buttons that if pressed would release the locks.

"By the way, we'd like those for free too, if we have a deal." Warren turned to his brother and showed him two dangling keys. "Be nice, don't yell, and I'll unlock you in a little while."

Joel was impressed by his friend's actions. He'd also noticed that the clerk's pants were tented, and the tent jerked when Warren exposed his brother's middle. "Is there another pair of those?" he asked.

"Yeah, about six more. You want a pair for Scott too?"

"Do we have a deal? Four pizzas and two pairs of cuffs? We're not working with cops, and I own my big brother. He does what he's told." Joel turned to Scott and said, "Show him. Take of everything."

Scott knew that refusal would be trouble, and that even delay might cause Joel to go make him go further than a blowjob. He pulled off the gloves and hat and stuck them in pockets on the jacket, and then took that off too, showing that he had no shirt on. Then he pulled down the sides of the tearaway pants and quickly stood there in just boots. Once he was naked except for his boots, Joel used the second pair of cuffs to bind Scott's arms.

Behind him, Warren had also unzipped Leon's jacket. He wished he'd made Leon take it off before cuffing him, but with it unzipped it still showed that Leon was naked. He pushed his brother forward to stand next to Scott. "You can touch my brother, but he won't be giving you a blowjob. That's Scott's job."

"Over by the bread, where it's warmer," the clerk said.

The clerk was sixteen, and this was way beyond anything he'd ever encountered. And now they boys were standing, exposed, in front of the camera that was not part of the security system. It was his alone, and it was in the one spot in the store where no security camera could see them. The hell with cops, he couldn't believe that they would strip the little kid. He wondered how old the older kid was. His face and height made him look like fourteen or fifteen, but he had no pubs at all. He wondered what hold the younger one had, but it didn't matter. He wanted this. "Deal, he said as he came forward.

The clerk quickly freed his dick, which was hard, jerking, and dripping precum. He saw a look of total revulsion on the older boy's face as he dropped to his knees and knew the kid was going to do it. If cops were coming, they'd have come in as soon as he said "deal." This was the real thing.

Scott saw the clerk coming. He looked younger behind the counter, but his dick was at least six inches [15 cm] long, and thicker by far than his own. Thick, black hairs covered most of the clerk's groin and sack, and he was dripping cum as he approached. He closed his eyes and when he felt the tip at his lips he took it in.

At first, he tried to take the older teen's entire dick into his mouth, but when it hit the back of hid throat and he almost gagged he pulled back slightly, using his lips on just the top half.

The clerk was enjoying the soft tongue rubbing across the tip of his dick, and tried driving in deeper, but he heard the boy retch and understood the problem. This was certainly the first real dick the kid had ever had. He settled for just having half his dick in the boy's mouth, and after a few minutes, it was enough. He came all at once, his knees buckling as he shot his load, his dick going soft quickly even though it was still in the boy's mouth. He'd had a few blowjobs, but this was one he would remember.

"You'll take care of the security cameras?" Joel asked.

"Yes, of course. But not until you leave."

"Why?" asked Joel.

"Because, my father will review them. He won't notice when I back up the tape to before you came in, but if you leave without him seeing you enter he will notice that."

It made sense, so Joel unlocked the cuff on Scott and told him to get dressed. Next to him, Warren was snapping the pants back onto his brother without freeing his hands. "Nice boner Leon," he said when he got to the top snaps.

Once they were dressed again, Joel made Scott carry the four frozen pizzas and headed out. One thing that he hadn't told the others was where they were going. When Oliver called him to report seeing Scott naked he also said that his parents were not home either and that Owen was in charge of him and his friends and invited Joel to join them.

"Turn right," Joel said as soon as they were outside. Leon wanted to know where they were going, but Joel didn't say. Oliver's house was just a short walk down Crestview Road. Standing next to Warren and behind Scott and Leon, Joel tapped Warren on the shoulder and then pointed at Leon, then to himself and then Scott. Then he made a motion of clenching his fists and pulling his arms to the sides quickly.

Warren suppressed a giggle, knowing exactly what Joel wanted. As Joel grabbed the tearaway pants Scott was wearing and began pulling them to the sides, Warren did the same to his brother. In seconds, Scott and Leon were naked from the waist down to their boots on what would normally be a street full of cars.

Leon began complaining immediately and threatened to tell his dad. Scott accepted it as part of his brother's plan to control him and milk every bit of humiliation he could from him before their dad got home.

"If you shut up, and if you promise to not tell, I will let you have the pants back when we get where we're going," Warren said. "By the way, where are we going Joel?"

"That house on the left in the next block with all the lights on and the six boys having a snowball fight in the front yard," Joel said with a smile that only Warren saw. "Oliver Mitchel's house. We are bringing them supper."

"No, please," Leon begged. "I'll be good. I won't tell. I'll even do what Scott did. Just don't make me go there naked."

"You're not naked," Warren said. "Not yet. However, if you do what I tell you for the rest of the night and promise me you won't tell dad, I will not allow any of them to do anything to you and I will remove the handcuffs. But they are going to see you naked and you will remain naked until I say otherwise."

"But, but…"

"No buts. If you're going to tell dad, I'm going to make it worth it. I won't stop them from doing anything they want to you. And I know that Oliver is one twisted son of a bitch. If you want protection, those are my terms."

Leon had no choice but to accept. He didn't really think his brother would allow the other boys to do anything to him, but then he remembered how much he had enjoyed sticking his wiener into Scott's ass, and thought better of it. "I promise not to tell dad, and I'll do what I'm told, but only if you keep them from, uh, doing anything."

"I already gave you my word. We've never broken promises made to each other, and I won't start now and I trust you won't either. So, you're safe."

Leon didn't feel safe. The most private parts of him were on display, he had a boner (that he was sure was getting frostbite) and his arms were cuffed behind his back. And now, they were now close enough to see that two of the boys were in his grade. Mike and Carl would tell everyone else as soon as they were back in school. But it was too late now, Carl had already spotted them.

"Hey, look, it's Leon Carpenter," Carl yelled and started running towards them. The other six boys ended their snowball fight and followed him. Owen, who'd been watching from the porch, came too.

"Still naked I see," Owen said to Scott. He looked around and said, "We'd better get inside. I wouldn't want anyone to see you two."

As they hurried to the house, Warren told Oliver that nobody was to touch his brother. "They can look, they can laugh, but none of them touches him. Okay?"

"I'll make sure of it," he said. "I like the cuffs. Do you think I can borrow them?"

"Yeah, I guess. I have to take them off anyway to get my brother completely naked. What do you need them for?"

"Don't need, want. I what to have some fun with a couple of my guests." He didn't say which two.

Ahead of them, Mike and Carl were walking next to Leon. They heard Oliver tell them that he was not to be touched, which was a bit disappointing, but they didn't want to go against Oliver. He was known for playing nasty tricks on occasion.

"You know the cuffs are toys, right?" Carl said. "I have a pair at home. Right next to the key hole is a tiny button. You press it down and the lock opens."

That was news to Leon, he'd never even thought they might have a secret release. He was tempted to free himself, but he remembered he'd promised his brother to do what he was told. He decided to wait and see what happened once they were inside.

"Hey, I made a promise to Warren and I can't do anything to him, but when he takes these off me do you and Mike think you could talk a couple of the other kids into stripping him and maybe putting the cuffs on him? Nothing nasty, just scare him and embarrass him. Like he's doing to me."

"Yeah, sounds like fun," Mike said. "I'm sure the other boys will help. Especially Oliver. And the safety release can be kept from working by putting a piece of thick tape over the hole. I learned that the hard way once."

Once inside, Warren released the cuffs from his brother. "Remember our deal. Take everything off. You can have the pants back when it is time to leave."

Scott was also ordered to take everything off, and then to start making the pizzas. Oliver's friends giggled and laughed at the two naked boys, but when Joel and Warren weren't looking Oliver called them over.

The eleven boys made quick work of the four pizzas, and while Scott was ordered to clean the kitchen the other went into the family room. While others were eating, Mike snuck out and used thick packing tape to seal the holes that contained the emergency release buttons on the cuffs. He stashed them behind a cushion on one of the chairs.

The boys had a plan, but first Oliver needed to get Joel and Warren to take their shirts off. "Shirts off, everybody" he said, and removed his own shirt. "We're going to play a game to test your courage." He went to the pantry and came back with two chip clips. Here's the deal. I hand these to someone and you have ten seconds to put them on like this." He had to squeeze one of his nipples to get it to stand out before he could put one of the clips to his nipple. He stood there and pretended to show pain before removing it.

"First up, Joel and Warren." Oliver handed the two clips to them and said, "Time starts now."

Not sensing a trap, Joel and Warren both placed a clip of one of their nipples. That was the signal for other to start. There would be two teams, each with two thirteen-year old's and one twelve-year-old. Oliver, Tayler, and Carl attacked Joel while Danny, Jake, and Mike went for Warren with help from Leon. Both Joel and Warren were taken by complete surprise and quickly found their hands locked behind their backs. Then their pants and boxers were quickly removed.

"Are you going to help them?" Oliver asked when Scott came into the family room.

"I do what I'm told," he said. "And so far, my brother hasn't ordered me to do anything."

"Free us," Joel ordered.

"I don't think so. I think we were fooling around here and as happens when there are this many boys and no adults, it got a little rough. You fell and hit your head. I'm looking to see if you need medical help, but it doesn't look that bad. I'll call dad and ask him if I need to call an ambulance."

Joel suddenly realized that his hold over his brother was gone. He'd already realized that he couldn't feel the recessed pin in the handcuffs because of the tape. And he also knew that Oliver was someone who would get too much enjoyment from having him naked and helpless.

"I'll make a deal," he said to Scott. "Help me and Warren, and you can do whatever you want until dad gets home. No more being my slave. No more naked."

"Not good enough. I think Owen and I need to go to the kitchen and relax for a while." Scott glanced at Owen, who shook his head to indicated that wasn't a good idea to leave them alone with his brother. Scott ignored it. He knew all about Oliver's reputation and had no intention to leave his brother alone and helpless with him.

"What do you want?" Joel asked, his voice showing that he was willing to submit.

"You and Warren have to agree together because you are both in this together. You both will do what I say. Everything, without threats or complaints. You will do it and thank me for telling you to do it. It won't be pleasant, but I'll promise you it won't be as bad as what you put me through."

"Yeah, me too," Leon said, mostly to his brother. "I'm gonna be in charge of you now."

"No, you are not," Scott said. "You had fun with me. You enjoyed my suffering. You also will do what as you're told. And you will promise your brother that you will follow my directions and not tell your dad. Or I walk out of here and leave you to whatever happens."

Scott hoped that Leon was smart enough, or scared enough, to not let him leave, because he wasn't going to leave them alone. He had kept his voice even, but let anger into it, and now he kept his eyes on Leon with no expression on his face.

"Okay, if my brother agrees I will too," he said. Then in a soft and scared voice he said, "Please don't leave me here."

Scott snapped the tearaway pants back on. "Okay. Just one thing before we go home," Scott said. "The three of you will ask each of the other boys if they want a blowjob. If they do, you will give them."

Scott heard a couple of deep breaths being drawn along with two boys saying, "Cool."

"Are you good with this?" Scott asked Owen.

"Yeah, just don't leave them with my brother," Owen said.

"I never planned to."

While Owen and Scott were talking, Oliver stepped up to Joel and with an evil smile said, "Ask me nicely."

"Can I give you a blow job?" Joel said, fighting back tears. This was about the worse thing that he could ever say to Oliver Mitchel. Oliver didn't even answer, he just pulled his pants down and showed his five-inch-long [13 cm] boner. The glans was a deep red color, and a drop of precum could be seen in the tip.

While Joel was getting in position to suck Oliver, Taylor had approached Warren. "Sorry about this Warren, but I've never had a blowjob and don't want to miss out on this chance." Warren asked his question, and Taylor said yes, but he started to take Warren to another room until Scott stopped him.

"In here, in front of witnesses," Scott said. "They don't leave my sight. If you don't want to do it here, then good, you don't have to. But I these guys are not leaving my sight."

In another corner, Carl and Mike had moved in on Leon. "Please guys, don't make me do this," Leon begged.

"I heard Scott say you had to do it without complaint, so stop complaining," Mike said. "Just suck it for a minute." He dropped his pants and underwear to expose a three-inch [8 cm] boner, with no hair around it. "Open wide," he said.

When it was done, Joel had giving a blow job to Oliver, and Danny and Warren to Taylor and Jake. Leon did the two boys from his grade, Carl and Mike.

Scott unlocked the handcuffs. He took Warren's shirt and tossed it to Leon. "You came here without a shirt, so you can wear your brother's while he sees how it feels." Knowing Joel's shirt wouldn't fit him, he made Joel put it in his boot. He also made Joel and Warren put their boxers in their boots and just wear pants. Once they were dressed, they headed for home.

"Cut through the brown house over there and you'll end up on your street nearly a block from the store," Owen said. "And thanks for stopping by. We definitely enjoyed your visit."

As they walked without talking, Scott noticed the snow wasn't falling as hard, and then, as if a switch had been thrown, it stopped completely. A moment later, the wind came up from the north, and he could feel it rapidly getting colder.

"What happens now?" Joel asked when they were home. He, Warren and Leon knew they were expected to be naked and stripped without being told.

"You were both perfectly fine with allowing Leon to fuck me," Scott said with no feeling of remorse for what he was about to say. "So now, you will both ask him to fuck you, starting with you, Warren."

"Please," Warren said. "We're sorry. Please don't do this."

"What happened when I begged?" he asked.

"I don't want to do this to my brother," Leon said.

"Fine. You can do my brother twice."

"No!" Warren said firmly. "Leon, I screwed up. I never tried to stop Joel. I never said we shouldn't do this. I watched and enjoyed watching. And then I turned on you. This is fair."

Scott smiled. "Finally," he said to them. "One of you has a set of balls to admit you were assholes."

"So, what does that mean?" Warren asked cautiously.

"It means that you can ask me for a better deal. Suggest one that the three of you think is fair. If I agree, you are bound to it. If not, we pick up again from right here. I'll be in the kitchen."

He waited for ten minutes. Then another ten before deciding something wasn't right. He returned to the living room where the three boys hadn't moved from where they were when he left. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Can't come to an agreement?"

"Actually, I think we could, the problem is we know we don't want your first offer, but we have no idea what you do want," Joel said. "We know you're angry, and for good reason, but that means we can't discuss it with you."

Scott realized that was a truthful statement. He stood there for a minute thinking. "I want to end this. All of it. But you three are not going to get off easy. It isn't fair."

"Okay, we agree, we deserve some kind of punishment," Warren said. "Do you want blood? Frostbite? Dicks up our ass? We aren't in favor of any of that but we think that's what you want from us."

"What?" Scott said, totally surprised. "Why would you think that was what I had in mind?" Then he paused and thought about how he had just responded. He held up his hands. "Okay, that was an angry response that didn't help. I'm sorry. I am pissed at you guys. All three of you. Give me a few minutes to calm down and think about what I really want and what is fair."

He returned to the kitchen and considered all that had happened, and how it came to be. Then he realized that if he hadn't lost his temper and hit Joel, probably none of it would have happened. Joel hadn't taken advantage of the situation at first. He considered how he felt about Joel being in charge of him, and he resented it, but without it he was a total ass and had lost the trust of his father. He got out a piece of paper and started writing.

He returned to the living room. "I've decided. You guys can either accept the punishment I'm about to lay out, which you will find very revolting, I'm sure, or you can forget about it. No punishment at all. I won't even attempt to trick or blackmail you into anything. It will be over."

"But not forgotten," Joel said. "Why would you offer that?"

"It doesn't matter, we're taking it, right?" Leon said.

"Shut up Leon," Warren said.

"Why did you guys turn on Leon? That's when things really started to go south."

"Yeah, why did you?" Leon asked. "I didn't do anything."

"Shut the hell up, Leon," Joel said, sounding very irritated. "Are you suggesting that this is Leon's fault? Because of something he said or did?"

"No. The fault is all mine. I lost my temper and hit you and could have hurt you. You had authority over me given to you by dad. I pleaded with you to punish me yourself and not tell dad, and that's what happened. It is all my fault and mine alone. But suddenly, without warning, you turned on Warren's brother. Do you have any idea why?"

"Because Joel was in charge of you, and I was in charge of Leon, and what we were doing was fun," Warren said. "And I wanted to treat my brother the same way. God, what an asshole I am."

"I think that's what happened too," Scott said. "So, now, calmly and quietly, here is your punishment. All of it, nothing to be added later. Like I said, accept it or walk away and live with the knowledge that you got away with it." He pulled the paper he had written out of his pocket.

He pointed first at Joel and Warren. "First: You two will use the stuff my dad, and then my brother, used on me to remove pubic hair. You two will use it on yourselves. Today, and again in three months." Scott saw a satisfying look of embarrassment on Joel and Warren's face, and he didn't miss the grin that Leon had. He continued reading from his list.

"Second: Joel-you will give me, Leon and Warren a blowjob, and the others get to watch you do it." Leon giggled.

"Third: Warren, you will give your brother and Joel a blowjob, and then give one to me. And like with Joel, the others will be there to watch."

"Four." He pointed at Leon, who immediately stopped giggling. "You will give your brother, my brother, and me a blowjob. Again, with the others present." The smile disappeared from Leon's face.

"Five: None of this is ever told to anyone else, including parents. Spoken promises must be made to secure this, which brings me to number six."

He looked back at Joel, who squirmed with the knowledge that this one would probably be the worst.

"Six: Warren and Leon have a deal where they don't break promises made to each other. I heard Warren say they never have broken one." Warren was nodding his head. "You agree to form the same deal with me. A promise made between us will not be broken."

"Eight. The last one, you again Joel."

"Shit, here it comes," Joel said, fearing the worst.

"You will remain in charge of me. But when I screw up, and I'm sure I will, you have the choice to either tell dad and let him punish me, or you can punish me yourself. Your punishment will result in me giving up to twelve blowjobs, depending on what I did to earn a punishment. You pick the number, and who I give them to. I can complain, or explain why I did what I did, and you have to listen, but in the end the extent of the punishment is up to you. Losing my temper and hitting you would probably be a ten or more."

"And I can make you give them to anyone?" Joel asked.

Scott thought for a second. "Let's limit that to anyone below the age of seventeen," he said. "And they don't all have to be given to the same person, you can decide who gets how many. Again, I get to try and convince you to change, and you have to listen, but I can't overrule your decision or back out. And that is a promise. Remember number seven on my list."

"Why would you agree to that? Take a spanking from dad and be done with it."

"First, I've lost his respect. Second, his 'spankings' are getting more and more brutal. And third, I need to change. I need to learn to control my anger. And if I have to give you and your friends blowjobs to make me think about that, then maybe that is what it will take. I hated doing it. You guys gave one to your friends, so I'm sure you know how that feels. But I want you to promise me that the number you decide to order, and the people who will get them, reflects on the how serious the violation was."

"That's it. That's the punishment. Nothing else gets added. And you can walk away from this and just suffer a guilty conscience. But you all need to agree on what the answer is. I'll be in the kitchen."

It took thirty minutes before they called him back. "We agree," Joel said. The others indicated they did too. "Only, Leon didn't feel we were being punished enough for what we did to him. We made a separate agreement with him. You'll be getting a blowjob from me and Warren each day after school for five days, and Leon will be there to watch. We're hoping you agree to that, because if not the three of us don't have an agreement regarding your list and we're out of arguments."

"I accept," Scott said. "It took half an hour to come up with that?"

"Leon thought we should give a blowjob to Oliver, Taylor, and Danny, plus Carl and Mike," Warren said. "We basically told him we wouldn't, but our response to him was rather rude."

"Good for you. I'm glad you didn't agree to that. It would have caused too many other problems."

"Actually, that wasn't even the reason we refused," Joel said. "We just didn't want to do it, period. From there we narrowed it down. We'll be sucking his dick for a week too. And Warren made a promise with his brother for something. Even I don't know what it is, and Warren has promised his brother he won't tell me or you."

"If he agreed to it, its between them, and I won't ever try to find out what it is. I hope you feel the same way."

After that, it was just the necessary promises as part of Scott's deal, and then the payment. It wasn't as satisfying as Scott had thought it would be, but later Joel put it in perspective. "As punishments go, that was the worst. I hope you never have to be punished that way again."

Scott hoped so too, but he knew it was unlikely that he would succeed in changing that quickly.

The End