U. N. Known Writer

Matt Gets Shortened

Chapter One
Matt & Matty

Matt Ashton seemed pretty much like every other fourteen year old boy at Broadchurch Comprehensive but as I was soon to find out that wasn't entirely the case.

Of course its not easy making friends at that age, especially when you've just transferred in from another school like I had back then, but Matt was one of the first to make me feel at home. At first I couldn't understand this as he was already one of the most popular boys in the school so it wasn't like he was short of friends of anything, but it sure went down well with me, I can tell you.

I guess if I'd know his secret then, I probably wouldn't have wanted to be his friend, but to look at him you'd never have thought he had a secret let alone just what it was. I mean, he looked normal enough with his short brown hair all gelled up on top, and trim to the sides, and dressed in the same clothes everyone else wore. My hair was short then, as I was growing out a rather savage crew cut from the previous summer but other than that we were pretty much the same.

Anyway, after we got passed the usual awkwardness two boys always face when they meet for the first time, we got along like a house on fire and over the next few weeks and then months, we covered just about every subject you could think of, and then some. Soon, Matt was coming around to my house both after school and at the weekends, where we got up to all usual stuff teenage boys did. Strangely though, we never really went to Matt's house. The reason for this, Matt always blamed at the feet of his little brother Tom, although he'd never say anything more than that. Then, out of the blue, I received a call from Tom himself.

"Is that Jon Tyler?" the soft spoken lad had asked.

"Yeah, who's calling?" I replied.

"It's Tom Ashton. Matty's brother."

"Matty?" I asked before my brain caught up with what he'd said, "You mean Matt. Matt Ashton?"

"That's what I said," he sighed, given me a mental image of the youngster, standing with his hands on his hips.

"So what about him!"

"Well, Matty told me about the trouble he got you into and he wants to say he's sorry, and to let you know that you won't be the only one to be punished for it."

"Oh, that!" I shrugged into the phone, "That don't matter, my parents didn't do anything anyway."

"That's not the point!" the twelve year old snapped, "Matty did wrong and he should be punished, even if you weren't."

His tone took me back a bit and I probably should have told him not to be so damn rude to his elder but, hey, he was the little brother of my best mate, so I let it go: "Oh, okay!"

"Right! Just make sure you're round at house at ten on Saturday!"

And with that, Tom Ashton hung up on me and left me standing there holding the silent phone, like he'd just dismissed me before I could even answer him. Well, I can tell you that my first reaction was to phone him – or rather Matt – straight back and give him/them a piece of my mind but, even as I searched the speed dial for their number, I had a change of plan and, instead, thought that I'd do it in person, at the weekend and, at the same time, have a good nose around, Matt's house.

***

On the day in question I turned up, right on time, but was surprised to find it was Tom Ashton who answered the door rather than Matt, or their parents. I had my speech ready, but wanted to give it to both the brothers at the same time, so went in when invited, and sat on the sofa when Tom suggested it, while he sat in one of the chairs at the other end of the room.

"Matty will be done in a second," he said, crossing his thin jeans covered legs, like an old man, which, now I came to think about it, was pretty much how he talked as well. "By the way Jon," he then added out of the blue, "Did you know that both Matty and I are actors."

"Yes," I said, "Matt told me."

He nodded, his heavily cropped head: "And did Matty also tell you that sometimes, when we are getting ready for a role we try to live as much in the character before hand, so we can be comfortable with it when the time comes to perform on stage, or in front of the cameras."

"Yes."

"Of course," he continued as if I hadn't said anything, "Matty tends to get all the lead roles because of his looks, while I end up being cast as some brat or other."

"I see!" I said, and I could. Matt was rather good looking, with his good solid built and cheekily boyish face while, Tom, on the other hand, was somewhat bony, with a stern narrow face, beneath his cropped head.

"More often than not, it is my character that is a little bully while, Matty is the bullied hero, but there are also occasions where my character gets Matty's into trouble. Do you understand?"

I didn't, not really, but there was no way I was going to admit that, especially to a younger boy, so I said nothing and just waited for him to continue, as I knew he would.

"Anyway," he finally said, "The point is that sometimes Matty and I, will do things that seem, well, a little odd, but it's okay cos we're only acting. Right?"

"Right!"

"And, if you do see us doing anything unusual then it would probably be best if you didn't tell anyone, cos they probably wouldn't understand. Matty says we should trust you, and I hope that he's right. Is he?"

"Sure!" I nodded, a little insulted that anyone, especially a little kid, would even think that of me, "Of course. I'm no grass!"

Tom nodded back: "Good! In that case, I can't see why we can't get started."

Suddenly Tom rose up from his chair, and went over to the doorway, which he poked his head around to yell for his brother. "You can come down now!"

I smiled at the tone this youngster was using. It almost sound like he was telling his big brother what to do, and while I didn't have any siblings, I still knew I wouldn't have stood for that if I had had. Still, moments after young Tom had shouted, I could clearly hear a door open upstairs, followed by the sound of feet coming across the landing and then, down the stairs. What was going on?

Then another boy appeared. A boy even younger looking than Tom, and smartly dressed just like the kids in the old photos on the walls of the Broadchurch Junior school complete with shirt, tie, v-neck jumper, grey shorts, socks with blue tops, and highly polished black shoes. His hands neatly held behind his back, as he walked formally into the room, using the full stride of his largely bare legs. It only being when the boy actually entered the room that I realised it was Matt.

"This is an old form of punishment!" Tom explained. "From the old days when, if a teenager was thought to be behaving like a little kid then he'd be 'shorted' and made to dress like a much younger boy, until he'd proved that he could act his age."

I sat there stupefied looking at by best friend, who no longer looked like his fourteen year old self, but, like a ten year old. A somewhat tall ten year old, but still, a ten year old. The entire effect created simply, it seemed, just by the change of clothes, and taking the gel out of his hair, so it could be parted down one side. Of course I'd suspected that this was even possible, let alone that Matt would do it, but now to see it in front of me was just so strange that I couldn't really say anything, and just waited to see what would happen once Matt was in the room.

"Come and say hello properly Matty," instructed Tom at that point. "Turn around so Jonathan can see you!"

My mouth opened to correct the overly formal use of my name but no words would come out as, slowly, Matt spun around on the heels of his Sunday best shoes so I could inspect him. Not that there was very much of his uniform clad body that I hadn't already taken in. Not until he turned around anyway. Then he had his back to me and I did notice something that I'd never really taken any notice of before. Matt's bum, which tightly encased in those short shorts, looked so tight and so round. Then, as he completed the turn, I noticed something else as well. Something at the self same level as I'd been looking. There, slightly to the right of the shorts fly zip was a four or five inches [10-12 cm] of lump running down Matt's thigh and stopping just before it reach the hem. A lump that could only have been his prick.

Quickly to tore my eyes away, up to his face, where he was already blushing slightly, no doubt, highly embarrassed both at the way he was dressed and the fact he so clearly had an erection.

"Introduce yourself Matty," instructed Tom.

"My name is Matty Ashton," Matt said, holding out his hand for me to shake. His voice even sound like it had never broken which, of course it had, and yet, as he finished his introduction, it clearly cracked, "I've been a bad little boy and I'm being punished."

"Er, yeah, I can see that," I stammered. "Oh, I'm Jonathan Taylor."

"Pleased to meet you," said my best mate like he'd never seen me before this moment, but then, he turned to his brother and broke his character, "See I was right, he's not mad?"

"Mad?" I asked, "Mad about what?"

"About this," Tom replied, pointing at his brother's bare legs. "and about coming around here, instead of Matty going to your place as usual."

"Oh I see, well I guess Matt could hardly come to my house, like that, could he?" I laughed at the thought of it. But I was the only one.

"He does go out!" Tom said.

"Sorry!"

"I said Matty does go out, like that," the youngster explained, "You see, his 'shortened' punishments sometimes last all weekend, so if we go out then that's how he goes. Just like that."

"But? But your parents."

"They back our 'rehearsals' totally," smiled Tom. "It's just a shame Matty can't go to school in his shorts, then his punishment would be complete, but I don't think we'd get away with that, do you Jonathan."

"No. No way! He'd get beaten to a pulp" I laughed at the idea, and this time Tom joined in, although Matt didn't. He just looked disappointed although he did brighten up, with what his brother said next.

"Speaking of Matty getting beaten, I guess its time I told you about his punishment."

"Punishment?" I asked, well gasped, really.

"Of course, Matty gets spanked as part of his punishment. Of course," Tom added, "he doesn't really get beaten as we don't want to leave any marks, on him, although sometimes we do, when it can't be helped."

"Oh!" I said, wanting, but not daring to ask just what that meant, although it did explain at least a couple of occasions when Matt had been shifting about in his school chair, on a Monday morning. And speaking of chairs, I suddenly became aware of a straight back chair that had been placed in the centre of the room and where Tom had now positioned himself.

Once the twelve year old was comfortable, us two fourteen year olds started to move. But while I sat back down on the sofa, Matt – or Matty as I was now starting to think of him despite myself – moved obediently in front of his brother in what was, so obviously a well-rehearsed ritual, just as was the script they then started to recite.

"Matty Ashton," Tom said seriously, "You have been a very naughty little boy, and now it is time for you spanking which I think will be three sets of six. Understand?"

"Yes Tom," Matt said, his voice still high and creaky.

"Begin," Tom said simply, at which point Matty stepped forward and obediently laid his slim body down over his little brother's waiting lap, with his buttocks pointing almost directly at me. All tightly encased in the, by now, very tight shorts. At the same time, Tom raised up his skinny arm and bought his hand down sharply on the upraised rear.

SMACK!

"Ouch! One," Matty said, the moment the blow landed.

Again the hand was lifted, and again it came down.

SMACK!

"Ow!" Two!"

And so it continued with Tom waiting after each blow until Matty could count it off which took longer and longer as the number of blow added up. By the time the sixth was reach, Matty's legs were kicking around a little as the blows landed but other wise he had taken the spanking rather well although I did notice, as he was helped back to his feet, that there was slight wetness in the corners of his eyes, although no real tears, as such.

"It stings!" he complained, sounding just like a little kid, his hands running over his buttocks.

"Nonsense," Tom snapped back, " that's only the beginning. You know what to do?"

Matty instantly stopped rubbing his bottom, and walked over to stand directly in front of me. "I've been a naughty little boy," he said to me, "Please will you spank me six times on my bottom."

I couldn't believe it – well I could hardly believe any of it but this was something else – here was my best mate from school not only dressed up like a little kid but actually asking me to spank his bum like he was one. And before I could answer he was bending himself over my lap and wriggling himself over my thighs, against my stomach, until his bottom was presented to me.

"Six spanks please," he said still in the little kid voice, "I deserve them so make them hard ones."

I looked down at the tight shorts that were just about holding in the tight, well rounded buttocks, and suddenly wondered what his bare bum would look like, and if it was red yet. And, as I thought that, at the same time, I found myself raising up my right hand, and bringing it down on Matty's right buttock.

"One!" he said, but without the gasp that had accompanied all of his brother spanks. That I took as a challenge, and raised my hand for a second time, bringing down with even more force onto Matty's buttocks.

"Two!" he said with only the slightest gasp.

I did it again.

"Three!"

And again.

"Four! Ow!"

At last I had the response I wanted, and even got to watch as his long bare legs kicked and squirmed, which only seemed to heighten my excitement further.

"Five! Ouch!" He yelped, followed quickly by…

"Six! Ow-ouch!"

My final blow produced the best response of all of my spanks which made me feel so much better as I helped Matty up to his feet where I was surprised to see his face was now even redder and clearly tear stained, although he was obviously trying to hold the tears back, with only moderate success.

"Okay, I think we'll take a break here," Tom spoke up, "Matty you go and stand in the corner, while Jonathan and I, have a rest."

"A rest?" I whispered, once Matty had moved from in front of me.

"You'll need one, trust me. The last spankings is tiring for us as well as for Matty. In the meantime do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

I waited until Tom had left the room, and then I got up and went over to my best mate who was doing just as he was told. Standing in the corner of the room, with his nose pressed to the wall paper, and his hands on his head. His spanked bottom poking out into the room like an open invitation for what was obviously going to be coming his way shortly.

"What's going on Matt?" I whispered to him. "What's this all about?"

"It's just something Tom and I do," he replied in his normal voice which was, quite frankly, rather odd coming out of an apparently little kid's body.

"But, why?"

"It's just something we do, that's all."

I knew there had to be more to it than that, especially given the lump in Matty's shorts that had never really gone down all the time I'd seen him, including while I'd been spanking him, but I also knew he was hardly likely to tell me about that anymore than I'd be likely to tell him about the stiffness his spanking had caused in my own jeans. But, as it happened, he didn't have to tell me, Tom was going to…

Chapter Two
On Stage

Every year the Broadchurch Players performed a play in the town hall, and which would run for a week before closing. The year before I moved to Broadchurch this play was a domestic comedy staring Barry Allen – he actually stared in everything they did and was also the producer and director – and for the first time would feature a young boy, as the 'son'. Now, the boy they wanted had to be about ten or eleven, which Tom Ashton was then, but, when Tom went for the audition, Barry thought he looked too "rough" and not right at all for the middle class 'scamp' they were looking for. Matt, on the other hand, they he thought was perfect, even though he was only there to support his kid brother.

A week or so later and the rehearsals started and Matt turned up script in hand with only one question he wanted to ask. "Mr. Allen," he said, "About the end of the play."

"Yes!" the man replied.

Matt blushed a bit, "Are you really going to spank me on stage?"

"No, not really," the man laughed, "You see, the audience will never know if I do, or not, that's the point. All they'll see will be you bending over my knee and then I'll give you one or two light slaps, and then the curtains will close, hopefully with the audience still laughing at your comeuppance."

"You're not going to hit me hard are you," the soon to be thirteen year old, ask.

"I take it you've not been spanked before then?"

"No, sir!"

"Well, don't worry then, it'll look like something as I'll raise my arm right up and make a big deal of spanking you, and will have to make sure there's some sort of sound, but that'll be all. Okay."

"Sure."

"Anyway, we'll try it out shortly so you can see what it's like, and if you don't like it we'll change it, okay."

"Okay!" Matt smiled.

The rehearsals got underway with the cast running through various scenes in their everyday clothes while they waited for their costumes to be finished. Matt's part wasn't actually all that big, as he only had a few lines at the start when a practical joke he was playing set off all the event that were going to follow. Then, right at the end, all the adults finally work out just who's fault everything was, and at that point Barry, positions a chair centre stage, and beckons the apparently hiding boy to him. Matt then walks in short nervous steps over until Barry can get hold of him around the waist, and lift him onto the man's knee, at which point the slaps start to fall, and so does the curtain.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"There, told you it wasn't so bad," Barry said after the first run through, as he helped Matt back onto his feet, so he could turn to his assistant. "How did it sound out front?"

"A bit muffled, like you thought," came the reply from the darkness at the back of the hall.

"That'll be the jeans, I guess, it'll sound better once Matt's in costume."

It was another four weeks before the costumes turned up, and this could be proved the case. By now all the cast were more than familiar with their roles, and Matt was getting used to acting like a naughty little boy once more, although it wasn't until he actually put his costume on that he felt like one but then, even when he'd been ten he'd never worn anything like the short black shorts he wore for the play. These were, not surprising a little too short for him having been made for a real ten year old, and rather tight, but he got used to them, and even he had to agree that this time when Barry play slapped his bottom, it made a much better sound. A strangely exciting sound, at that.

The play opened on time, and despite some nerves by the lesser professional members of the cast the first few performances went okay, with each one getting better and better with nothing actually going wrong until the final performance. Although, whether this was just coincidence Matt couldn't be sure as he was fairly sure he saw his still jealous kid brother messing around in the wings just before the play started, but put it out of his mind so he could concentrate on his role, until the moment the curtains didn't close at the end of the play.

The audience were tittering as the mischievous little imp Matt was playing, move slowly towards the furious Barry. Then, as they realised just what was going to happen they started to laugh, and some even cheered, as Matt was upended over the adults knee.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The blows fell on cue but, the curtain didn't. Barry paused what he was doing to glance to the sides but, such was the staffing of the Broadchurch Players that there was no one there. The curtains should close automatically, and it would take some time for the stage crew to get there and, in the mean time, there was only one thing he could do, to prevent spoiling the otherwise perfect run of the play. He was going to have to keep spanking his young co-star.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Thankfully the audience didn't realise anything was wrong and kept on laughing.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Matt, of course, did know something was wrong, but, being a professional, albeit a young one, he tried his best to cover up what was happening, even though it was getting more difficult by the second.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The audience noticed how the short trousered boy's bottom was raising itself up as much as it could, a sure sign – they assumed – that it was getting very uncomfortable.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Barry too, noticed this but he reasoned that, Matt would say something if he wanted the spanking to stop, and, anyway, he had his reputation to protect so he wasn't going to stop until he had too.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Then, finally the curtains came to life and covered the spanking pair, who instantly stopped as tumultuous applause broke out from the auditorium.

"You okay Matt?" Barry asked as he lifted the boy from his lap, and they headed into the wings so the stage could be reset for the final bows.

"Sure," Matt replied, nonetheless rubbing his bottom, "Stings a bit that's all."

"You could have asked me to stop, you know?"

"What and ruin the play, no way."

Barry smiled at that answer, and ruffled the lad's hair. "What a trooper!" he laughed turning back towards the stage. "Okay, here we go. Encore time!"

Matt continued to rub his bottom as he queued up to wait his turn to take his bow along side Barry, right at the end, and then did it again, as the bows finished, to be rewarded with an extra laugh from the audience.

"Nice touch that extra rub," Barry congratulated him, when the curtain came down for the final time. "We should keep that in."

"The spanking?" Matt asked with a smile, "You want to keep the spanking in?"

"Well I meant the rub at the end, but sure we could keep the spanking in, as long as you don't mind, of course."

""Oh," Matt said, "I don't mind, although if we are going to do it every night then maybe we could make it a bit shorter though cos it really stings."

"Sure. Why not?"

"Well it did get a good laugh didn't it?"

"Yeah, it did that," Barry, lowered his voice, "But then that wasn't the only reason you won't mind being spanked is it. You enjoyed it too didn't you?"

Matt blushed, "Well, I… I don't mind."

"Indeed," Barry laughed, "Although if we are going to do it every night than you'd probably best wear something under your shorts."

"Won't that ruin the sound?" Matt asked seriously.

"No, not that much but it will stop something else happening."

"What's that?"

Barry, didn't say anything, he just had a quick glance down Matt's body before he suddenly thought of something else he should be doing and turned away from the confused boy.

Matt didn't remain confused for long though. Once the adult had left, his eyes followed the path the producers had taken and that's when he saw it. Poking out the front of the thin shorts he was wearing. His own erection. And then, as if that wasn't enough, he finally realised just what Barry had meant by saying he'd 'enjoyed' the spanking and that, even more shockingly, it was true.

Chapter Three
Practising Brothers

"Hey did you see that new script that came in the other day," Matt asked his brother one day as they sat at home doing not very much.

"Nope!" Tom replied, with some surprise. "What's it about?"

"It's about a new boy going to school in the old days, and the things that happen to him."

"Great! Another movie about school, brilliant. All drugs, and knives and girls getting pregnant is it?"

"No, nothing like that, it's set in the old days."

"So what happens then. Nothing?"

For reasons that were soon to become obvious Matt, decided to play the next part of what he was going to say down a bit, "Well, not really, other than the kid gets spanked."

"Like in that play you did, you mean?"

"Sort off. Only this time he's spanked on his bare bum."

Suddenly Tom was interested, "Really, they're going to show that in a film?"

"No, probably not. They'll just show his belt being undone and then his ankles when his trousers come down, and then you'll see the teacher spanking something, and here the boy crying over the teacher's knee, like always."

"He cries? How old is this kid?"

"About my age."

"And he cried, what a baby?"

"Yeah right, bet you'd cry if you got spanked on the bare bum, like I have?"

"'You Have'? What do you mean 'you have'? You only got spanked on them little shorts you were wearing in that play, not on the bare bum."

Matt blushed at his slip up, but pressed on with what he was saying anyway. "Yeah, and even then I felt like crying, bet I would have if it'd been on my bare bum, just like you would have."

"Would not?"

"Course you would. You cried when them big kids pretended to beat you up in that TV show you did."

"That's cause one of them pinched my balls when no one was looking."

"Yeah right?" Matt teased, even though he knew that's just what had happened. Still, he needed to egg his brother on, if what he wanted to happen was actually going to happen. "I still bet you'd cry if someone spanked you on the bare bum."

"Yeah, well that ain't going to happen is it, so it don't matter."

"Wanna bet it ain't going to happen."

Tom gave his big brother a funny look. "What's that meant to mean?"

"It means that I bet I could make you cry if I spanked your bare bum."

"No way!"

"Okay then," Matt closed his trap, "Prove it."

Instantly Tom realised both what was going on and that there wasn't an easy way out of it. If he refused the challenge then he'd look like a wimp, especially after what had happened during the play, but, on the other hand, he wasn't sure if he trusted his brother to spank him, especially after what had happened during the play. Still, he hadn't played all those annoying little brother roles, without picking up a thing or two. And he used one of them now.

"Okay, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"That I spank you afterwards."

Matt didn't answer straight away which his brother took to be a sign that the deal was about to be called off, but what it actually was, was Matt congratulating himself on the success of his plan. This was, just what he had wanted to happen, as he'd known all along that Tom would never have agreed to being spanked without the chance to do the same back. However, instead of jumping for joy like he really wanted to, Matt, just nodded his agreement.

"Alright then," Tom then asked, "What do I have to do?"

"Oh that's easy," his brother told him, "Take your trousers off, and get over my knee."

Matt watched as Tom nonchalantly undid his jeans and slid them down his legs, followed by his somewhat over sized boxer shorts. Then, with his long shirt trailing down over his privates, the twelve year old climbed across Matt's lap, and lay still. Matt, for his part, then had to gingerly lift the back of his brother's shirt tail away from the narrow yet still rather rounded, buttocks.

"Are you going to count them, to make sure we both get the same amount?"

The question pulled Matt back into the room, but this time he did have to ponder it as it wasn't something he'd actually thought about. Still it seemed like a good idea, so he agreed. Then, raising his arm up high he bought it down on Tom's bottom.

SLAP! – "One!"

The sound was great but, that's all there was. Tom didn't make a sound.

SLAP! – "Two!"

Still nothing, although already Tom's bottom was starting to get pinker.

SLAP! – "Three!"

SLAP! – "Four!"

Matt tried a surprise follow up to the third blow and it worked, to some extent with Tom waggling a little on his knee.

SLAP! – "Five!"

SLAP! – "Six!"

Finally it was over, and Tom was allowed to get up, somewhat triumphantly even though his buttocks were stinging. "See," he said, "I didn't cry. Now let's see how well you do Matty."

"Don't call me that. My name's Matt." Yet even as the thirteen year old was protesting about how old he was, he was already unfastening and lowering his trousers. He then moved next to his brother but didn't climb over Tom's lap, instead he waited until his brother, reached for him, and pulled him down into the spanking position.

Matt actually blushed now for he thought of how Tom's bent over bottom had looked to him and he knew that his fuller, rounder, more muscular bottom would look even better draped as it now was across someone's knees. Not that he had all that long to think about it before…

SMACK! – "One!"

If Matt had thought his first spank hadn't hurt Tom, then the he was sure the opposite wasn't true. Or maybe he just hadn't been as prepared as his brother had been. Whichever it as, the blow caused him to gasp before he could stop himself.

"Want to give up?" Tom teased him.

"Course I can!" the teenager replied, making sure he tensed himself up this time so it wouldn't hurt as much. Or at least he hoped it wouldn't.

SMACK! – "Two!"

Matt tried for all he was worth to both keep still and quiet.

SMACK! – "Three!"

It didn't work though. The sting was just so uncomfortable.

SMACK! – "Four! And keep still!"

Tom teased his brother, pleased that his brother was squirming more than he had.

SMACK! – "Five!"

By now Tom's hand was stinging nearly as much as his bottom was but he wasn't going to give up, just yet. Not when he had one more to go.

SMACK! – "SIX!"

Reluctantly Tom allowed his brother to get up. "See, I didn't cry either!" Matt said, while making sure to keep his back to his brother, and not so Tom could see just that his bottom was a lot redder than Tom's had been.

"Guess it's a draw then!"

"Well we could, I guess, or we could raise the stakes!"

"How!"

"Well, in the old days they didn't just spank kids with their hands, sometimes they used other things. WE could try that, until one of us cries?"

"Things? What things? Such as?"

"Slippers. Hairbrushes, leather straps, stuff like that," Matt said, trying to sound nonchalant and failing in his excitement, "Oh and the cane of course."

"The cane? Shit Matt. That's going way too far."

Matt's face dropped: "Yeah! I guess."

Chapter Four
Rehearsals.

"So what happened after that?" I asked when Tom paused in his story, following a strange sort of snort coming from the corner where his big brother still stood. "Did you spank him again?"

"Of course," he smiled, "but not until after I'd caught him spanking himself."

"Himself? He spanked himself? How?"

Tom laughed: "Rather easily as it turns out."

***

Twelve year old Tom Ashton wasn't having the best day, on what would turn out to be one of the most memorable days in his, and Matt's life. First off everything just seemed to be going wrong. It started when he woke up late for school, and continued when he discovered that he'd left most of his homework behind in his rush to leave. Then, if that wasn't bad, and even though he'd managed to postpone the resulting detentions so he could still get to his drama club meeting, he then found out that it too had been move back a day, leaving him no option but to miss it. In fact, about the only thing that did work in his favour was that the bus was on time, to take him home but, even that turned bad, when he found out his schoolboy bus pass didn't work on that particular bus.

Finally reaching home, the sound of music coming from the upper windows, confirmed to Tom that Matt was already home and that he wouldn't be getting any peace there either. Resigned to that fact, Tom let himself in and headed directly to the kitchen, where he fixed himself a boy sized snack and drink while he contemplated just what he was going to do with the unexpected free time. And it was while he was doing this that a new sound started to make itself hear above the heavy beat of the rock music playing above his head. A sound that was strangely familiar and yet one which Tom couldn't quite put his finger on. Intrigued he went to investigate.

At the top of the stairs, Tom slowly realised what the sound reminded him off, but couldn't believe that was correct, after all he'd only heard the sound a couple of times, and then under different circumstances.

THWACK!

There really wasn't any doubt about it now, but even so, Tom continued towards the slightly open door to his brother's bedroom.

THWACK! – "Oh-ouch!"

That confirmed it for Tom, even before he could see anything he knew what was happening. Someone was getting spanked. But who? And by who?

THWACK! – "Ouch-oh!"

Clearly one of the people was Matt, as Tom would recognise his brother's voice anywhere, but who was the one doing the spanking?

THWACK! – "Oh-ouch!"

Tom reached the door and peered furtively through the narrow gap. He was no longer worried about what his brother might think of his spying but he didn't, as yet, want to revel himself to the other person, whoever that was going to be. However, when he saw who it was, he couldn't believe it. So much so, that he actually closed his eyes, pinched himself, and then opened then again only to find the exact same scene in front of him.

Some of the scene Tom saw that day was just as he'd imagined it to be. Matt was indeed on all fours on his bed, being spanked, but there were several things that weren't as he expected. The first being that his brother was totally naked and the second that there was no one else in the room at all. Matt, himself was the one both giving and getting the spanking. In his hand, he held a what looked like an oversized ping-pong bat, and was using that to beat his one bottom.

THWACK!

The bat landed on Matt's right buttock, and then he swapped hands to do the same to the other side.

THWACK!

After each blow the fourteen year old gasped at the pain he was inflicting to himself. Clearly he wasn't holding back, as he punished himself, for something or other.

THWACK!

Tom watched on, unable to tear his eyes away now, taking in every detail of his big brother's body and how it was now glistening in sweat that somehow made the muscle's working under the skin all the more defined. Yet, that wasn't the most remarkable thing Tom noticed, or the thing that had his most attention. That was in the area that wasn't tanned a light brown by the sun and which would have normally been covered and left a pure white. It wasn't white now though. At least not at the back. Instead, Matt's bottom literally appeared to be glowing a deep, dark red.

THWACK! THWACK!

Then, after a slightly out of place blow, Matt moved on the bed, inadvertently, showing Tom something else. Something that proved what the younger boy had suspected after the last time Matt had got him involved in such activities. Despite the obvious pain he must have been in, Tom was clearly enjoying himself as his prick was rock hard, and pointing out in front of him.

THWACK! THWACK!

With every fresh slap of the wooden paddle on his rear, Matt's erection would jerk and bounce the sheer force of the impact, so that he was by now jiggling and dancing in time to the beating.

THWACK! THWACK!

From his vantage point, Tom soon realised that the incredible sight he was witnessing, was causing his own body to react in the same way as Matt's was. Sometime during his spying his own pricklet had swelled within the confines of his school trousers and was starting to leak into them. TO prevent this – or so he told himself – Tom unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hardness. Yet, as cool air started to circle around his groin his fingers never left himself, and no doubt he would have began to masturbate had Matt not suddenly altered what he was doing.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The change in spanking tempo, bought Tom quickly back to the sight before him.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Matt was now kneeling upright, and using just the one hand to continuously administer the beating to himself, while the other, was wrapped firmly around his erection and he was, masturbating. Hard.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Both of Matt's hands were now flying through the air in an up and down motion. One punishing himself, the other rewarding himself, presumably for that punishment. There just wasn't any way, Tom could see that Matt could keep up that sort of punishment, and he was right.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWA…… "Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhh!"

With that loud shout of triumph, Matt dropped the paddle on the bed, grasped his groin in both hands, and sprayed semen high into the air, moaning loudly as he did so. Only when every last drop of his teenage cum had been milked from his organ did the fourteen year old finally collapse down onto his bed, and allow himself to rub his clearly very sore buttocks, while gasping for breath.

Feeling every bit as exhausted as his brother, Tom realised the show was now over, and that he'd best get out of there. So, tucking himself away as he went, he crept back downstairs, towards the front door where, after quietly opening it, he made a great show of slamming it shut and shouting "Anyone home?"

There followed a great deal of clearly panicked activity from upstairs, including several loud curses, and a few thumps of things falling, before, Matt finally appeared, his face still flushed bright red. "What are you doing home?" he gasped.

"Drama club was cancelled," Tom smiled, "So I thought we could rehearse my part here instead. That's okay, isn't it?"

"Er…. No… sorry… can't!" floundered Matt, until he found a way out, "I've got to go somewhere."

Tom made no comment or attempt to stop his brother, as he was too busy trying not to laugh at the strange way Matt was walking, all stiff and slowly and resisting the temptation to just blurt out what he'd seen, or at least, to kick Matt up the bum for being so stupid as to not lock the door before he started to enjoy himself. As it was though, Tom allowed Matt to leave, and then dropped the catch on the door before he went back upstairs.

Slipping back into Matt's bedroom, Tom started to look around for any more signs of what had been going on, something with which he could confirm what he already knew. Anything. And he found it. Hidden under a loose floorboard in the closet. There, was not only the very same paddle that he had so recently seen put to very energetic use, but quite a lot of material as well.

Some of the material appeared quite innocent on the surface. Some of it was even mirrored around the rest of the room, being the usual sort of things that they boy's used for their acting. Amongst these was, of course, the script for the play that had seemingly started Matt down the road of spanking but there was more too. There was also a costume, like the one in the play, only it was new. And that wasn't all that was new either.

At the bottom of the pile were several digital memory cards. These were also practise aids the boys used so they could judge their own performances before they went public, but it that were the case then there was no way they should have been hidden. Wondering why they were hidden Tom headed straight for the computer in the room, booted it up and started to go through the files on the various memory cards.

Chapter Five
Acting Out

"So what did you find then?" I asked, again breaking into Tom's monologue.

"Oh nothing much!" he paused, waiting for Matt to react which he did, even though we couldn't see his face, "Just, videos, audio tracks, loads of pictures and stories."

"Stories?" I asked, having expected the rest.

"Yeah, stories. Well plots some of them. Even a couple of scripts but all about the same thing."

"Which was?"

Tom laughed, nodding towards his brother: "What do you think Jon, that?"

"You mean?"

"Exactly. They were all about old fashioned short trousered schoolboys being spanked, bullied, tied up and all sorts of stuff like that, and, in some of them little Matty had even changed the name of the kid who all this stuff was happening to, to his name."

"So he'd think it was happening to him?"

"Exactly," Tom repeated, before expanding on the other things he'd found, "OF course, there was more of the same on the pictures too."

"Such as?"

"Such as pictures of little Matty being spanked, or being tied up, or even, sometimes, being both tied up and spanked, at the same time."

Just then something clicked in my head: "Hang on," I said, "How come, if he was doing all this stuff on his own, how could he be tied up and stuff."

"Easy, he wasn't really tied up, it just looked like that on the pictures."

That didn't help so Tom went further.

"It's easy really. All Matt had to do was to, say, tie his legs together, put some sticky tape over his mouth, and then put his hands behind his back where the camera couldn't see them, and act like they were tied up. Simply really."

"But the spanking?"

"Again, easy to fake for a photo. For example, in this one set Matt put the camera down low so it was at about the height of someone's knees when they are stood up. Then, he'd put a chair in front of it, making sure that the camera could only see just above the seat. On this chair he'd put some old jeans that he'd stuffed with clothes and put some shoes on the floor at the bottom, so it would look like someone was sitting there. Then, all he would have to do was to bend over the 'lap' he'd made, and spank himself. If he frame it right then you wouldn't be able to tell there was no one there but him, and it would look like someone was spanking him. Simple really."

"Wow! That's clever!" I admitted.

Tom shrugged, then smiled: "I guess it is. Certainly clever than the little videos he had on that disc."

"Videos! Of what?"

"What do you think?"

"Tell me!" I asked, and Tom did…

***

It wasn't until sometime afterwards that Tom found out what triggered the scenario that was to be the main feature on his big brother's video collection but, like everything else it sort of went right back to those malfunctioning curtains at the playhouse. Apparently since that occasion Matthew had started to do the sort of research that would have normally gone into a role before it happened, and that search into old fashioned punishments had, led him, eventually to books written in the period, at the local library. This, approach, both boys knew was the best to find out about how things were at any point in history, and, sure enough, it wasn't long before Matt found just what he was looking for.

The book in question, wasn't even really about spanking as such, being an autobiography of some minor 'star' the teenager had never heard off, but it did tell of the actor's time at an, also minor, British public school back in the 1950s, and in particular the way he had been received as a new boy. This single, and somewhat short paragraph in rather graphic detail of the prolonged slippering he had been forced to endure. And Matt read it so many times that he could recite it. Something he actually did on one of the audio files.

Unlike all the other spankings Matt had read about, this account was the first he'd come across that didn't involve an adult, or parental figure, and that fact, made it all the more exciting for him. Somehow, the fact of the boy being taunted, stripped naked, and then held down for a sustained spanking by boys his own age, just made it all the better. Even the first time he'd read it, standing by the shelves in the library, Matt had felt a familiar stirring in his trousers and, before he'd reach the last line, he was as hard as he could be, and was soon excusing himself to the library's toilet to take care of business. Naturally, once he'd finished, he wasted no time in checking the book out.

Visualising the spanking the unfortunate future celebrity endured, Matt would imaging the helpless' boy's bottom turning redder and redder as he squirmed and cried, in the clutches of his peers. However soon, the roles were reversed and it was Matt himself who was naked and humiliated, as his behind was blistered while his classmates watched and laughed, waiting for their turn. It was, he was soon convinced, something that he had to experience for himself, if he was ever going to fully understand what was going on. Thanks to his theatrical training he knew just how to make it happen.

A few days later and, with the house to himself, Matt was all set to go. He'd even managed to find a rubber soled slipper, in the props bin at the theatre that was just like the one described in the book. Test swots on the edge of his bed had already proved just how effective a weapon it could be, if swung hard enough from the heel.

THWACK!

The sound alone had been enough to give himself another erection, as he wondered why he'd never thought of spanking himself before. Still, before he could get down to it, he had to set up a couple of things. One of these was an audio prompt file that would provide all the other voices needed to make the scene seem real, and the other, was, of course, the digital camera that would capture the performance for later playback.

Finally ready, Matt moved into position, in the centre of camera shot, put his hands behind his back, and got himself into character.

"Strip!" the order boomed out from his computer right on cue. The added amplification, making Matt's own voice sound so much unlike him, that he actually turned around in surprise.

"Strip off! NOW!" the recording demanded a second time and this time, slowly, in a hushed silence, Matt did as he was told. Slowly removing his school uniform – well what else would he have been wearing – until all he had on was his underwear.

"Strip it all off!"

Standing alone in his own empty bedroom, Matt imagined a good dozen beady pairs of young eyes looking on, as he slid his underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them. On the camera's playback monitor he could see that the imagined humiliation of being told to strip naked, was causing him to blush but that it was also causing his prick to remain hard.

"Hey look at his willy!" the recording said, in a slightly different voice. "It's tiny!"

"He's barely a boy at all!" said another, similar voice, even though this obviously wasn't the case.

"He hasn't even got any hair yet!" again this was another disguised voice, and also clearly wrong, as Matt did have a nice bush of dark curls around the base of his by now, rampant prick.

"Yeah but look at his bum. It's enormous." That also wasn't true, as Matt's buttocks were about average for his size, still, what that voice said next was true. "I bet it'll be great to spank it."

"Let's do it. Let's spank him!" all the voices said together in multi-tracked harmony.

"Kneel down!" commanded the first voice, once the other had stopped laughing, "And bend over."

Slowly, apparently reluctantly, Matt did as he was told, bending himself over the end of his bed, with his legs neatly together.

"Spread your legs," he was told, before the voice added to his humiliation further by then saying: "Show as your bum-hole."

Matt blushed some more as he followed his own recorded orders, and spreading his knees along the carpet until not only did his tight backside poke out, but that his genitals dangled down between his legs, visible to anyone, and the camera. A chill air blowing around his most private parts, accentuated his nakedness, and embarrassment so much that even with his face pressed to the bed, he could picture all the gleeful eyed little boys staring at his tight little hole, and smooth, milky-white buttocks.

"Now we'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget," the recoding announced. Followed by a chorus of…

"Give it to him good."

"Whack his bum!"

As those voices echoed around the room, Matt's own arm drew back as far as it could reach, and then swung down.

SMACK!

"Ooh!" he asked, a jolt of pain running right through his right buttock, followed by a red hot tingling sensation that seemed to last for ages. Or, at least, until he did the same again.

SMACK!

The second blow to his left buttock was less of a surprise, and was to be the real start of what was to follow.

SMACK! SMACK!

Suddenly, Matt found his motivation for the scene, and by twisting his torso ever so slightly he could produce a most satisfying sound and result.

SMACK! SMACK!

And, as he warmed up his spanking action, so his bottom was warmed up at the same time.

SMACK! SMACK!

It was almost as if he could actually feel his bottom turning red.

SMACK! SMACK!

Matt was totally into his role by now. He didn't even need to look to know that his prick was still rock hard as he could feel it twitching and bouncing wildly in full view of both the imagined spectators and the recording camera.

SMACK! SMACK!

"He's still got his stiffy!" a voice in his head, rather than on the tape said, adding to the voices he'd prepared earlier calling for him to cry.

SMACK! SMACK!

The ferocity of the blows increased, and so did the groans coming from the self spanker, whose bottom was already paying a high price for an over active imagination.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Ouch!" he yelped. But, clearly no one was listening, least of all, himself.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! OUCH!" he shouted, his bottom really burning way, beyond anything he'd experienced on stage with Barry Allen.

SMACK! SMACK!

He wasn't going to be able to take much more of this, but even that didn't stop Matt. He was a professional actor, and had to complete the role he'd set himself, no matter what.

SMACK! SMACK!

The blows no longer had the precision they once had, which did lesson their impact, but at the same time, widened the area under attack.

SMACK! SMACK!

Crouched and spread over the end of his own bed, Matt continued to spank himself, his bottom jerking up and down and from side to side in a futile attempt to avoid the approaching slipper.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Ouch!" he yelped so often that the words were almost becoming one.

SMACK! SMACK!

It was no good he was going to have to finish and finish soon. Already tears were leaking from his eyes and streaming down his face.

SMACK! SMACK!

Matt's left hand slipped down between his legs.

SMACK! SMACK!

And while his right hand continued to spank himself, his left went into overdrive on his prick.

SMACK! SMACK!

Quickly the climax that had been building from the very moment the scenario had started reached the point of no return and even then the slipper continued to fly.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Ouch, Ow!" Matt continued to cry until, finally, he added "Aaaaargh!" to his calls and at that point his prick exploded into his mattress with the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had in all his fourteen years.

And for the next five minutes or so he just lay there, over the end of his bed, unable to move, with his bright red bum, pointing at the camera, savouring the painfully intense, but wonderful sensation of being very firmly punished.

Chapter Six
Caught Out

Tom Ashton felt strangely nervous as he heard the first sounds of his brother coming out to the garage. It as over a month since he'd first caught his brother rehearsing for his private plays, and now his plan was about to come full circle for, he was about to spring a little surprise of his own.

Since watching Matty in action, Tom had kept a close eye on his brother, and noted, with a smile on face just how often it was becoming that Matt would work with the gate of someone who'd been riding a horse for way too long. Not to mention the way the fourteen year old would often choose to remain standing even when there were more than ample seating to go around!

Of course watching wasn't the only thing that Tom did, as now he had a short cut into Matt's most private thoughts and actions, he no longer really needed to actually see what his brother was doing all the time, as he could just read about it, either before he did, and or after he'd done it, as Matt was very keen on noting down everything he did, often in way too much detail. This time though, things were going to be different for Tom had to see what was going on, if he was going to video it, for himself.

Forewarned that Matt was taking his adventures out of the safety of his bedroom for a chance, Tom had leapt at the chance to scout out the best place from where he could watch all that was going to happen, without the risk of being caught.

Ducking down behind the barricade of discarded bric-a-brac, Tom peered through the single hole he'd left in his defences, to where Matt had set up the scenery for the play he was about to act out that would, start the moment he appeared through the garage door.

Suddenly Matt was on the scene, or rather Matty was, as the teenager was dressed in what had recently become his favourite costume for his plays and he certainly looked the part, even Tom had to admit that. His long grey socks pulled up tight to the underside of his bare knees, while his tie was tied tight, and his shirt newly ironed, as were the grey shorts he was wearing and which, along with the gel washed from his hair, made him looked every bit the new boy at some posh prep school. The only thing out of place was the rucksack he was carrying over his shoulder, in place of a leather satchel. That, however didn't stay long, as it carried the props he would be using and which he now laid out on the side of a low table so they'd be in easy reach.

Mentally Tom ticked off the items along with his brother both of them checking everything was there: the small rubber ball, a 12" wooden ruler, roll of wide sticky tape, an old fashioned hairbrush with a wide wooded head, several lengths of rope, a small white pot, and a final item – the one Tom was most keen on seeing – wrapped in a cloth. All of these, and perhaps more, would be used by Matty on himself as he worked out the scenario he'd created of a new boy being initiated by his school chums.

Standing in the middle of the garage, Matty got himself into character, by performing the first actions on the script he'd committed to both memory and his computer's hard drive.

SLAP!

A bright red hand print slowly became evident on one of the teenager's otherwise brilliant white thighs.

SLAP!

A second mark appeared, along side it, covering the other side of the long lean thigh, the two of them blending along the top where they joined.

SLAP!

A third one sliced across the top, making Matty gasp slightly with the sting it created but he was soon doing the exact self same thing to his other leg.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

By the time he'd finished, both of Matty's thighs were covered in shades of reds and pinks from the slaps he'd inflicted on himself as he pretended he was being leg slapped by his new classmates at the start of his initiation.

SMACK!

The ruler flew through the air, in a blur and landed right across the teenager's already slapped thighs, once more causing him to stifle a cry as it left what were soon looking like bright red train tracks across first one leg and then….

SMACK!

… the other was similarly punished and not just at the front either.

SMACK!

SMACK!

The ruler soon made those stinging tracks along the backs of Matty's thighs too, which even though they'd been self inflicted, still caused the teenager, to pause, and suck in his breath at the sting they created. This paused Tom found strangely disappointment as with just those few smacks he'd felt his penis stiffen inside his jeans, but as Matty turned from him to replace the ruler amongst his props, Tom felt himself softening once more, but then…

THWOP!

The hairbrush came out of nowhere, swinging around Matty's slightly bent over body, catching Tom completely by surprise, but not the contents of his jeans which, from the sound alone, started to harden.

THWOP!

Holding the brush by the ornate handle, Matty's arm swung around behind himself to deliver a short sharp blow to the seat of his shorts.

THWOP!

Then, by swapping hands, and leaning slightly the other way, he did the same thing on the other side, making sure that both buttocks were punished equally.

THWOP!

Tom was soon transfixed. He'd seen similar things before but mostly on film, seeing it here, live not ten feet from where he was, it was completely different.

THWOP!

The sound along, loud, deep and sharp, was enough to realise just how much those blows must have been hurting his brother, and yet, Matty didn't look like he was going to be stopping any time soon.

THWOP!

Plus, although he was now hitting himself even harder, with a harder object, than he had been moments before, it looked as if these blows were barely bothering him but then, as Tom reasoned, Matty probably had a lot more experience of being spanked on the rear, rather than on his legs where the marks would be more likely to show.

THWOP!

Suddenly remembering why he was there, Tom zoomed in with the camera, trying to get as tight a frame as he could on the older boy's short clad bottom.

THWOP!

This meant, that as each successive blow landed, he could actually pick up the ripples of flesh beneath the grey cloth, as the blows moved out.

THWOP!

Tom just hoped the tiny, microphone built into the video camera's housing would be enough to pick up the full range of sounds that were already filling the room, as for obvious reasons, he was unable to use the external boom mike.

THWOP!

"Enough!" Matty suddenly exclaimed, making Tom jump, which, in turn, caused, the younger boy to nudge against the sides of his hide, rattling the structure. The slight noise this created being just enough to get Matty's attention. The older boy looking towards the source and unknowingly directly into the family video camera, that was at just the right magnification to pick up the small tears just starting to well in the corners of his eyes. However, even as he was looking, his hands were doing something else, in preparation for the next scene.

WHOP!

The sound that filled the garage was different now and for good reason as Tom soon discovered when he returned to the view finder, for Matty had taken off his shorts and was now receiving the back of the brush on his underwear. This though wasn't the underwear that Tom was used to seeing his brother in. Instead it was both briefer and tighter. Very tight in fact and if anything even more childish than the school boy uniform he was still wearing some of.

WHOP!

The briefs were just that. Brief. Made of light blue material they were decorated in small red and white symbols that Tom couldn't quite make out, and bordered with dark blue hems around the very tops of Matty's legs, and a white band around his waist. Or rather an inch or so below his waist. They were, clearly a couple of sizes, at least, too small for the fourteen year old's equipment too, for they bulged very obscenely at the front and didn't quite cover his entire buttocks at the back with both the start of the twin cheeks on the lower side and the opening of his crack at the top, visible outside of the covering.

WHOP!

Yet still Matty spanked on.

WHOP!

He changed hands with every other blow, but the results were the same each time.

WHOP!

The more he spanked himself then the more there would be redness around the fringes of his underpants, and no doubt under them as well.

WHOP!

But there was one difference.

WHOP!

Matty was openly crying now.

WHOP!

There were none of the hysterics of a real little boy crying his heart out from a hairbrush spanking, but all the same, Matty was sighing, moaning or groaning, as each blow landed on his nearly defenseless rear.

WHOP!

Sweat matted his hair to his brow, from the heat he was generating in his behind, and which was quickly transferring itself to other parts of his body, which, as he was about to find out, was a problem.

WH--!

A combination of poor aiming and wet hands, caused the hairbrush to go sailing right passed the intended target and off into a corner of the garage, although thankfully not the corner where the spy was hiding out.

"Shit!" both brother mumbled for different yet similar reason, of the spanking having to, obviously finish or so Tom thought anyway.

Remaining in position where he'd been all along, Matty reached back, with both hands on his hips. His fingers slipping inside the waistband of the briefs and slowly lowered them to his knees. This, naturally exposed the full redness of his buttocks to his brother's video camera, and Tom wasted no time in zooming in as close as he could so he could take in the full redness of that particular area and plenty of redness there was too. That though wasn't as apparently red as Matty wanted it.

SMACK!

His hand landed this time, on his now defenseless rear, but with all the punishment that had gone before it, that was more than enough to cause him to gasp.

SMACK!

Again on the other side, in once more the slow repeated performances that ensured every part of Matty's buttocks was equally initiated into the new gang of imaginary school chums.

SMACK!

This time, however, the punishment was to be as short as it was effective.

SMACK!

Just four short sharp blows were enough to get whatever results it was Matty was after for once they were delivered he was standing tall in the centre of the room with his hands folded on top of his head. This, Tom knew from his earlier reading of the running order, was the part of the plot where the other prep school boys would inspect the newly spanked, naked new boy's body while he stood before them crying. So, that's just what Tom did, albeit with the added help of the camera.

Zooming in close, until his brother genitals filled the small screen, Tom checked out every millimetre of Matty's groin. Checking out the goose-bumped flesh of his pubis, down to the small bush of pubic hair, clustered around the root of the organs themselves. The long hard penis, pushing itself up good a stiff from that hair nest, and the twin sac of testacies that swayed beneath it all. In fact, although he dare hardly admit it to himself Tom could have stayed looking at Matty's excited groin for a long time, but, as it happens sounds filtering through the microphone, soon took his attention away.

SNAP! SNAP!

At first, Tom thought Matt had taken a couple of photos of himself only he couldn't work out how, as there was no camera in the house that made the metallic sound he'd just heard. But then, a glint of light gave it way and Tom cast his eyes down to his brother's feet, where fastened around each ankle was the steel band of a pair of long chained handcuffs that would, effectively prevent him from moving any faster than at a short shuffle. They didn't look like toys either, but like real modern leg irons, which no doubt Matty had borrowed from somewhere on the pretext of using them in some play or other. Which, in a way he was doing. Just that it was a one boy show, without an intended audience.

Slowly Matty started to walk in a short circle around the centre of the garage, as if he was being forced to march by his captures. His hands remaining on his head, which, in turned pulled up the hem of his shirt to show off his still rampant erection and the flaming red state of his punished buttocks and upper thighs.

After a short while, he clearly got tired of this, not just from the boredom of it, or the imagined humiliation of being paraded as such, but from the sheer effort it took to walk with manacled ankles.

Soon Matt returned to his stock of props and was setting up the next stage of the plot. This was one that Tom had been particularly looking forward to, so he was careful to focus in as close as he could, only to find his view nearly entirely blocked by the punished body of his big brother.

Slowly but surely Matty positioned himself on all fours with his bright red buttocks high in the air as if they were being further punished in order to encourage him to perform the next part of his test. This, he should have been, but for reason that were about to become apparent he was no longer spanking himself. Instead he concentrate more on what he was doing at the other end of his body. His head now moving very slowly up and down, as if he were nodding. Only, as Tom soon discovered there was something else to it for Matty was still gasping, and yet he wasn't being punished. So what was he doing?

Craning his neck as much as he dared, Tom tried to see around his brother's body, but short of exposing himself, he just couldn't make it out. Of course, he knew what Matty should have been doing and, it did look like that's what he was doing, but yet, Tom still wanted to see it for himself before he was sure and, naturally, for the tape he was making of it all. However, what he did see was Matty's hands coming out from beneath his head, already with a set of handcuffs snapped tight around one wrist.

Up behind his back went the teenager's hands, and as Tom zoomed in, he flicked the cuffs into place and a short snap latter the second cuff was in place, and Matty was now, theoretically helpless. Tom however knew about these restraints as they were theatrical and had a quick release mechanism built in so the actor wearing them couldn't become trapped. However, as Matty was now demonstrating, if the audience didn't know that then they looked about as real as they could be.

Suddenly a thought occurred to Tom, once which he hadn't thought off before, despite reading the plot line now being followed a dozen or more times. With his hands cuffed behind his back, just how was Matty intending to wank himself off when all his play acting had finished? Even if he couldn't see it for himself then Tom would have known that, by now, Matty's prick would have not only been hard but leaking, just as his own was, inside his jeans. Tom though, couldn't masturbate for the very simple reason that it would jiggle the camera about, no matter how much he wanted to which, he had to admit was rather a lot at the current time especially with what he saw next.

Pulling back the focus from the chained wrists Tom once more passed the camera over his brother's heavily spanked bottom, and in doing so spotted something he hadn't seen in the script. There, right up tight between the now slightly spread red buttocks was an item that had clearly been put inside Matty's anus.

At first Tom couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him but the flash of the occasional black object, couldn't be anything other than what he thought it was. Zooming in with the view finder only confirmed that, in fact someone – no doubt Matty himself – had pushed the item so far into himself that it had actually become lodge there, in his areole. This was a total new happening to Tom, and for the first time he realised that all those times he'd seen his brother walking funny, the reason may not have been yet another spanking Matty had given himself, but that he'd been putting things in his bottom instead. Of course he shouldn't have been surprised given what was coming up in the script, and, of course, just what Matty was doing with his mouth, but he was.

As time went on Tom was slowly able to see just what Matty's mouth was doing, as slowly but surely, the older boy's body was turning itself around a central point that just happened to resemble an erect human penis.

It was a dildo, of course, and just where Matty had got it from, Tom had never been able to find out, or indeed, for that matter had he actually been able to find the dildo itself during his numerous sweeps of his brother's bedroom so this was the first time he was seeing the sex toy. It was, he soon realised the exact same jet black colour as the item nestled between Matty's buttocks which could only mean one thing, the two items were the same, other than in size and, they were both doing the same thing. Entering Matty's body.

The dildo had been, Tom now saw, attached to a piece of wood that kept it in the upright position from where the top could disappear directly into Matty's mouth. Naked, spanked and chained up apparently helplessly, Matty sucked on the dildo as if he was scared of another spanking to his no doubt , already very sore bottom.

Slobbering up as much saliva as he could manage the fourteen year old actor, already had a good three or four inches [8-10 cm] of black rubber in his mouth but clearly that wasn't enough for his plot line as he pushed his stretched lips further and further down towards the base. In his mind, he could hear the cruel taunting of his little class mates urging him to take it all inside him, and that's what he was going to do. His jaw already cranked open to a wideness that would make his dentist more than happy, as he wriggled his head around whenever the crown of the dildo hit the back of his mouth. From there, he pushed and pulled until finally, he was able to get it past the last remaining obstacle and down into his throat.

Tom's eyes were wide at what he was seeing. With his hands chained behind his back, Matty had little control over the front portion of his body, and his knees providing his only contact with the ground. Yet, still, his head bobbed up and down over the dildo, going further and further down at each attempt. In fact, aided by the view finger, Tom could actually see Matty's larynx expanding as the dildo was pushed into his throat. This was the first time Tom had actually seen anyone sucking anything that resembled a prick, and it made him so hard that his own pricklet actually hurt.

Unable to resist any longer, Tom gave up holding the camera with both hands and slipped on of them down to cup himself through his jeans. His imagination was every bit as highly trained as his brother but while Tom saw a gang of little kids standing around him as he worked on the inanimate object, Tom saw himself in place of the dildo, with Matty's tear stained face, sucking him off. Only he didn't get to hold this image for long.

Suddenly Matty jumped up from his sucking duties, and in one fluid motion was up on his feet but only for a brief second. No sooner was he standing upright than he was crouching down again, in slight squat and reaching behind himself with his chained hands. A strange straining expression appeared on the teenager boy's face, before it was replaced with one of relief as the item was expelled from his bottom.

Laying on the garage floor, Tom zoomed in to confirm his suspicions. It had been a miniature version of the dildo that Matty had clearly pushed up his bottom, in his bedroom, just before he'd put on his little prep schoolboy underpants and short shorts. The shape was a little different than the larger version as there was a narrow section at the bottom of the inserted item, before it came to a stop which made it look something like some sort of plug. A butt plug in fact.

Chuckling to himself at the name he thought he'd made up, Tom pulled his focus back to the main scene just in time to witness the final act of his big brother's play.

Remaining in his crouch, Matty had, by now, back up slightly so he could reach with is chained hands for the small blue pot. Slipping the lid off he used the contents to lubricate the hole in the centre of his bottom, just as he'd done for the butt plug. Then, when he could slip a couple of fingers easily into himself, he moved for the final time, until he was positioned directly above the main dildo.

Tom barely dared to breath as he watched his brother make the final few adjustments to his alignment, in order to ensure the dildo's crown was directly above his already stretched anus. Then, with small but sharp drops, he first tested himself, and then, he closed his eyes and dropped down.

"Owwww-ooohhh!" the teenager cried as he was fully penetrated. Thankfully the butt plug had, as he'd planned, opened his anus sufficiently to allow almost the entire length of the dildo to go all the way inside him at once, and he found himself practically sitting on the ground, albeit with one very obvious difference. The six inches or so [15 cm] of solid rubber that were lodged in his backside. There, for a few minutes he remained, impaled upon the dildo just like the new prep schoolboy in his story, but unlike that fictional youngster, Matty didn't have a gang of peers around him urging him on. Instead he had the cramp in his spanked thighs, telling him to hurry up.

Once more Tom couldn't believe his eyes. No matter of script reading could have possibly prepared him for what he was now witnessing, yet, either with his naked eye, or via the viewfinder, he could actually see the thick black dildo, moving in and out of the surprisingly white splayed legs and buttocks. Buttocks that were going up and down with increasing speed as Matty started to really fuck himself on the sex toy.

"Oh fuck!" Matty moaned ironically, as he was repeatedly penetrated by the inanimate object, the crown of which would, on occasion, brush across the most secret of spots deeps inside him. This would send a rush throughout his body but mostly directly down into his prick. His organ now engorged about as much as it could be without it actually exploding. The foreskin long since peeled back from the ruby red crown, that leaked and pulsated as wave after wave or an almighty orgasm built inside the teenager.

Suddenly, Matty's back arched, his loins shot forward and his lost his balance, yet even as he toppled backwards onto the dildo, his prick erupted, sending a shower of teenager sperm high into the air, and out across the garage. And, although the spray became weaker with each blast, it was nonetheless highly impressive to the preteen watching from the corner who was, at that very moment also doing the self same thing, albeit a little less impressively.

Chapter Seven
Duel Play

There they were, neatly folded on his bed. Pristine in their condition, apparently recently ironed. Just sitting there on his bed as if that was the most natural thing in the world and it wasn't. As much as Mat Ashton could hope it was. It wasn't.

Standing frozen to the spot, the teenager thought back to the recent events. His arrival home from school had been uneventful. Sure Tom had been home before him which was a little odd, but Matt had thought nothing of it, even when Tom had asked him how his day had been. That was, he now admitted unusual, but as Tom had quickly added that there was a surprise waiting for Matt up in his room, he'd thought no more about it wondering what the surprise could be. Only it wasn't so much as surprise as a bloody great shock. There they were, just sitting there. A neat pair of grey schoolboy short trousers. Not that Matt should have been all that surprised to see them, as they were, after all, his.

It had started, of course, back with Barry Allen's play, but had grown completely out of control, as even Matt could recognise, and yet that hadn't stopped him from apparently refusing to wear shorts at any time in public. This his parents had accepted, much to his disappointment, as he had half hoped that they would force him to wear shorts but, instead, he wore long trousers, whenever there were other people about while, secretly wishing that he had dark tanned legs, like one of the famous five, and could have a life of adventures, that would lead him into peril and other, exciting activities.

Then, on a shopping trip – something he was now old enough to do on his own of course – he had wondered into a somewhat high brow store in order to get a present for his mother, when he just happened to end up in the school outfitters and there, amongst all the other, regular uniforms where some very traditional grey shorts.

The instant Matt saw them he was swept away once more back to the time of the play, where young boys got called 'scamps' and ran around doing all sorts of naughty little things that would, always end up with the same retribution. Yet, even that wouldn't stop them from having a ripping time, that, somehow the shorts would give them. Somehow, you just couldn't be a 'criminal' if you were wearing shorts.

Quickly Matt's eyes scanned the rails, wondering what the biggest size would be, only to find much to his surprise that they actually went all the way up to a '12-13' in order to cover the final years in a local prep school. Well, before he really knew what he was doing, Matt was counting his money, and then he was up at the till, nervously paying for his new item without a thought for what his mother would open on her impending birthday.

At home, Matt stuffed his new shorts into his special – but not as private as he thought – hiding place, where they would stay whenever someone else was in the house. However, if his parents and brother went out, then, out would come the shorts and, soon Matt would become Matty, dressed in the shorts, along with the rest of his real school uniform, and he'd be in front of the wardrobe mirror, admiring the traditional little schoolboy, who couldn't be more than ten or eleven.

Despite using them in his ever increasing number of 'practise' plays Matty took to doing his homework in his shorts, again in front of the mirror, so he could admire the way his knees were exposed, along with a fair bit of his thighs, below the table he used as a desk. Of course, he was always very careful not to be caught, as the humiliation would just have been too much, especially from Tom even though he probably could have explained them away as some sort of acting trial. At least once, anyway. But now, that ship would have appeared to have well and truly sailed.

The shorts now lay on the bed, open and exposed and for the first time, Matt saw them like any normal fourteen year old comprehensive schoolboy would have, with apprehension and, fear, at what it could mean. And then it hit him what this could really mean. For, if the shorts have been discovered then, everything else in his hiding place would have also been found. Quickly he rushed to check.

The hiding place was empty. Gone were all the items Matt had been storing there to be replaced with a single typed note which confirmed his worse fears. "Change into the shorts. And wait," it said simple.

Unable to think of just how much trouble he was in, Matt did as he was told. Taking off his long school trousers and replacing them with the once happy feeling of wearing the shorts. Even under the current circumstances he still felt the thrill of buttoning them around his waist, and tucking his shirt in, even pausing to pull up his socks, to the traditional point just below his knees before he turned to put the trousers away. Only, when he did so he got another shock.

The inside of his wardrobe was completely bare. All of his clothes were gone. Everything. His jeans, his sweat shirts, jackets, everything was gone. And, what's worse, the same was true about his chest of drawers as well. What was going on? Clearly this was all some sort of punishment, but his parents had done nothing like this before. In fact they'd barely punished him at all, so what was going on. All he could do was wait. So, sitting on the side of his bed, that's what Matt did.

It wasn't a long wait as it turned out, although to Matt it felt like an eternity. Still not more than ten minutes had actually passed before they came the sounds of someone coming upstairs. This, surprised Matt as he hadn't heard the front door open, announcing the arrival of his parents back from work, but then he did have a lot of thoughts on his mind. The footsteps, nonetheless, came directly to his door, and then into the room, only when Matt looked up, it wasn't his Dad, or even his Mum, he saw but Tom.

Dressed in jeans and a sleeveless red t-shirt, the younger boy stood with his hands on his hips directly in front of his brother, with a stern look on his face. "I know what you've been up to, Matt," he said simply.

Matt swallowed, and tried to speak but found he couldn't.

"And for the things you have been doing, you should be punished," continued Tom, "And, seeing as it is something you seem keen on doing I have arranged it so that you can wear the shorts from now on."

From behind his back, Tom produced a plastic bag, into which he quickly stuffed Matt's final pair of long trousers. "This is the last pair of long trousers you will wear from now on and if I find out that you have been cheating then I will see to it that you are in for a spanking, understand."

"A spanking?" Matt's lips suddenly started working, "From who?"

"From me," Tom said simply, "In fact I think I'll give you one now. Come over here."

As if by magic, Matt saw that Tom was now holding the wooden hairbrush that had once also been part of his secret stash, and he realised, that, somehow, not only had his little brother found his secret stash, but that he was now apparently acting out, one of his most vivid fantasies from it. That of a boy – Matt – who finds himself under the control of a younger boy, and given that this was something he had long thought about, it was way too good an opportunity to miss out on. Getting up he walked over to his desk and pulled out the chair.

"Bend right over it. Hands on the floor. Get your bum all the way up."

They were lines from one of the scripts Matt had written, so he knew just what to do. Standing up on the tips of his socked toes, so he could reach right over both the back and the seat of the chair. This naturally, pushed his rear all the way up, and he could had the familiar sensation of feeling the cloth of the shorts tightening across his buttocks.

"That's right! That's what a naughty boy looks like, as you well know young Matty, and you'd best get used to it, as it is a position you are going to find yourself in very often from now on."

Matt's heart did a double beat, first at the use of the name he used for his younger alter-image, and a second time, at the phrase "from now on". That line, was just delivered far too easily and wasn't one from his script. But before he could over think that, it started.

TWHACK!

"Ouch!" Matt yelped.

"It's meant to," Tom snapped back, just as he was supposed to, as he delivered another stinging blow.

TWHACK!

"Thought you'd be used to this by now," Tom teased.

TWHACK!

"After all the times you've done it to yourself."

TWHACK!

"Well, you'll be used to it before too long."

TWHACK!

"Just like you'll have to get used to wearing your shorts from now on."

TWHACK!

"Because you'll be wearing them, all the time around the house and…"

TWHACK!

"…maybe sometimes when you go out too."

TWHACK!

"So you'd better make sure you are a good little boy, or else."

TWHACK!

"Do you understand Matty?"

TWHACK!

Matt chocked back his voice so he could answer: "Yes!"

"Yes what?" Tom snapped, delivering a stinging slap across the backs of his brother's bare thighs.

SLAP!

"Yes Tom."

"That's better!" the younger boy said, before he told his brother to get up. Then, before Matt could think about anything, Tom grabbed his hand and marched him downstairs to the kitchen.

With everything that had been going on, it's no real surprise that Matt hadn't heard his parents come home with the take away they'd promised their sons, but did with a snap when Tom marched him with on into the kitchen as if nothing was amiss. Matt however was suddenly very well aware of everything that was amiss. The main one being that he looked like a little boy in his neat school shorts, long socks and school uniform and, of course, there was the matter of the tears in his eyes and the ache in his bottom. Not that his parents seemed to notice either.

"I've told them we're rehearsing for a secret role," Tom later explained, "so they won't say anything about what happens, or, whatever you are wearing."

That, is just what happened. The rest of the evening passed pretty much as any other in the Ashton household, with the only exception being the bare legs of the older son. Well, that and the fact, Matt found it very difficult to sit still, while they watched finished their meal, and then watched TV. Not that he saw, that much of the TV as Tom told him to volunteer to do the washing up, and then sent him to bed early for which he was actually relieved.

***

The following morning, Matt, surprisingly slept in slightly, and like many a teenager was slow to rise, in the morning, especially as he could still remember clearly the most wonderful dream he'd been having about being forced to wear shorts. Then, as he stretched, he discovered that, he was actually wearing pyjamas, something he hadn't done since he'd been a little kid. And, then it all came back to him. His hand slipping down, inside the back of his pyjama trousers – which he now realised had been cut into shorts also – and felt the warmth that still remained in his buttocks from the spanking Tom had given him with his own hairbrush. And there was more to come.

"Right Matty," Tom burst into the room, still wearing the same clothes from the day before, "Time you were up and out of bed as we have some unfinished business from yesterday to complete."

Without saying another word Tom pulled out the chair from Matt's desk.

"But…" Matt protested. "You spanked me yesterday."

"That was only the warm up as, well," the twelve year old laughed, "You didn't think I'd spank you on your shorts as a punishment did you?"

Matt's eyes went wide: "You mean?"

"I'm going to spank you on the bare bum, just like you spank yourself. Now hurry up or I'll do it again tomorrow."

Beaten back by the logic, Matt climbed out of bed, walked over to the chair, unbuttoned and dropped his pyjama shorts, and bent over the chair exactly as he had the previous night with his hands on the floor, his body arched over the seat, and his bare feet on tip toe. He was now fully stretched and obviously presenting a perfect target.

"This time, as this is a real spanking, you will count out each smack so I don't loose count. If you don't then I will start again. Understand?"

"Yes Tom."

"Good. Then I'll begin."

WHACK!

"One!"

The force of the blow, appeared to push the words out of Matt's mouth with a gasp.

WHACK!

"Two!"

Already Matt could feel a couple of tears gathering in his eyes, as apparently the previous day's spanking hadn't subsided nearly as much as he'd thought it had.

WHACK!

"Three!"

In fact it felt like he'd been spanked all night. Probably every night.

WHACK!

"Four!"

There was simply no way he was going to be able to hold in the tears, as he had last time.

WHACK!

"Five!"

If only he hadn't been such a trooper, during the play all those months ago. If only he'd complained about that spanking then, he probably wouldn't be having this one now. If only.

WHACK!

"Six!"

There he'd done it. He'd survived the traditional six of the best, only, Tom wasn't stopping.

WHACK!

"Seven!"

WHACK!

"Eight!"

Then the damn broke.

WHACK!

"N…nine!"

Tears burst from Matt's eyes making it difficult for him to speak.

WHACK!

"T…t…ten!"

Yet speak he must of else everything would start again, and he couldn't let that happen.

WHACK!

"E…e…e….eleven!"

Already this was feeling worse than anything he'd felt before. His legs were cramping from his position, and that was the least of his problems.

WHACK!

"T…t…t….twelve."

And then there was nothing. Nothing but the sounds of Matt's own sobbing that is. The teenager had been well and truly reduced the humiliated, painful state of a real spanked schoolboy, gasping for air as his bottom throbbed in the open air.

"Get up and go and lie down on your bed," Tom ordered.

Quickly Matt complied, happy to stretch himself out straight once more, even if it did mean putting some weight on his sore bottom. Still the cool bottom sheet covering his mattress, felt good, although the rope Tom started to wrap around his right wrist didn't.

"Keep still!" was all Tom said, as he continued wrapping the rope until there were a good three turns around his brother's wrist. Then he knotted it off, before stretching it up to the top corner of the bed, where he tied it a final time.

Matt watched opened eyed as the operation was repeated with his other wrist, and then with his ankles. As with everything else that was happening it wasn't a totally new experience to him, as he'd thought about being bound spread eagled before, and had even attempted to do it to himself a few times only to discover he couldn't – for obvious reasons – get himself fastened down tight enough to make it seem real. Now thought it was very real, as was the camera, Tom was using. Matt's camera obviously.

"I don't want you to miss anything," the younger boy explained, before, he used a roll of tape to blindfold his brother into darkness. Matt only just getting used to that, when a rolled up sock was pushed into his mouth, and a second round of tape, gagged him.

In silent darkness, Matt could do nothing but listen to his camera's shutter going of a couple more times, before Tom apparently sat down beside him and started to run his hands all over his body. At least, Matt through they were Tom's hands for they felt a little odd especially whenever the moved into his armpits, or down around his groin. Not that Matt thought that much about it, he just wanted Tom to hold his now rampant prick, only Tom never did.

"You really do like this don't you Matty?" Tom asked, and Matt nodded. "Well, seeing as I've gone to all this trouble for you there's something you can do for me now."

Tom moved up, over his brother until he was sitting on Matt's chest. Then with his knees pressed up tight on either side of the elder boy's face, he peeled back the tape from first the blindfold and then the gag.

It took a few seconds for Matt's eyes to adjust to the light in his bedroom and when he did all he could see was one thing. Tom's erection that jutted out of the his little brother's jeans, directly at his face. Subconsciously, he licked his lips.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tom teased, moving his hips so his prick brushed across the top of Matt's lips. Instantly those lips parted. Slowly Tom leaned forward, aiming his pricklet at the open mouth of his helpless big brother. He kept moving forward, until the crown was inside.

"Make it good and wet!" the bound boy was told. "It'll be for your own good."

It was another line from one of Matt's own fantasies so he knew what was coming and the reasons why he had to make such a good job of sucking his little brother's pricklet, even though it make him choke more than a few times, whenever it was poked into places he wasn't expecting it to go.

"Okay," Tom said when he'd had enough, "Get back over the spanking chair."

Matt pulled on the ropes holding him to make the point that he couldn't move, only to find that he was untied. That, however didn't remain the case for long, as, once he was back in the familiar spanking position, he was soon tied up once more. This time with his hands trapped on one side of the chair and his ankles, spread apart on the other. The entire weight of his body, resting on his hips, on the back of the chair.

Tom, once he'd taken another couple of pictures, found the jar he wanted and returning to his willing prisoner, patted Matty's still ruby red buttocks. He didn't spank him anymore though, just parted the buttocks and began to spread the apparently cooling gel on and around the elder boy's bottom.

Suddenly Matt realised that not only had Tom read and understood his most secret fantasies but that he was going to re-enact them all. Apparently it wasn't enough for the younger boy to spank and humiliate him but that, even at his younger age, Tom was turned on by what he was doing. For all the time he'd been preparing Matt for this final act, his twelve year old erection had remained as hard as it had ever been. In fact, it had probably been hard all along although this thought did little to make Matt relax as a finger started to centre in on his arse hole.

His body giving into the probing finger, Matt sighed as the finger slipped inside him. He squirmed against the strange sensation of the finger that wasn't his own, inside his bottom but he was, unable to dislodge the finger. Not that this was his intent as he'd discovered that just be squirming, he was able to rub his own rampant erection against the chair he was bent over.

Then a second finger joined the first, and Matt had the totally new feeling of two fingers buried deep, to the hilt, inside his rear, feeling and poking around inside him. Then, suddenly they were gone.

A cold hard object, appeared at Matt's anus. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it, as it was pushed deeply into him from the back. All the way up to and across his prostate in such a way as he was powerless to resist it. He even pushed up with his hips to meet the object, even though he could barely move a muscle.

"DO I take it you're ready to be fucked?" Tom laughed.

Matt turned, as much at the coarseness of his brother's words as for their context, and his eyes were once more greeted with the site of Tom's hard shaft. Soon, though it was gone from his eye line only to reappear, behind him, pressed against his anus.

Tom started to push forward with his hips, and almost instantly, thanks to the previous fingering, the lubricant being used and, of course, all of Matt's own work with various homemade sex toys, the elder boy felt himself being invade. His head dropping down on to the chair seat, as he felt his little brother's pricklet being pushed all the way into his hole, until Tom's balls were up against his well spanked buttocks.

Then, his hands holding tight to Matt's hips, Tom started to screw Matt. His pricklet pushing in and out of the technically virgin bottom at an ever increasing speed while, Matt matched him every twitch of the way.

Given that he was living one of his fantasies it wasn't long before Matt was feeling his own balls retracting and he knew he was about to cum like he'd never come before. He started quivering, his bottom wiggling, and grinding back into the invading pricklet as he got closer and closer to shooting. This, in turn, appeared to make Tom even more impatient to come himself, so that he started to fuck so hard, he actually started to free his brother from his not-so-tight bonds.

"Arrraaaggghh!" Tom cried as his pricklet started to twitch inside Matty's rear.

This twitching then triggered something inside Matty that caused him to instantly start shooting his teenage come all over the chair he was both bent over and bound to, while, at much the same time, Tom was then doing the same – albeit with a lot less mess – deep inside Matt's rear.

***

"And that's when I knew I had him, so to speak!" Tom Ashton explained to me when he finally finished explaining how he'd come to control his brother, who was still standing in the corner with his hands on his head, like the naughty little school boy he, apparently thought he was.

"So you see," the cocky twelve year old continued when I didn't answer, "Now I can get him to do anything I want. Or anything you want, come to that."

"I want?" I asked, my voice as dry as my boxers were wet.

"Yep, anything you want," he laughed, "ANYTHING!"

The End