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The wait for book four of Kingswood is nearly over, so for now, here's a standalone story (that may one day have other parts written too) for you to enjoy. Inspired by, but not based on, true life events, it is my pleasure to present for your entertainment...

Chippy Boys

Hi, my name’s Huey and my after-school job when I was fifteen wasn’t glamorous, but it did lead to my very first time as a Dom. I worked in a chippy (For anyone outside the UK, if you don’t know what that is… google!) My job was simple. Tedious, thankless, seemingly endless, but simple. I made the chips. Bags of potatoes came in, I slaved away for a couple of hours, and by the time I left they had enough chips to keep them going until I came back the following day.

Yes, I know, this is a really sexy story and you’re already touching yourself… or not, but don’t worry, I’m getting to that. The chip shop was a family-owned business, run by Mr and Mrs Badrashi, who lived above the shop with their three sons – seventeen-year-old Tadeen, fifteen-year-old Yeraz, fourteen-year-old Azeeb – and one daughter – eight-year-old Zoya.

I didn’t really have much to do with most of the Badrashi kids. Every day I’d get to the shop right before the Badrashi’s got home from picking them up from school, so I might get a casual greeting in passing as they all headed upstairs to their home above the restaurant, with one exception – Yeraz (or just Raz as he preferred). Although we were the same age, we didn’t go to the same school so I only knew him from work and he was… well, there’s really only one way to put it – Raz was a dick!

Barely a day went by when he didn’t show up in the small back-room that adjoined the main kitchen to tease, insult or generally belittle me. I had been a little taken aback when he first started doing it, and considered telling his parents or even just quitting, but it became obvious pretty quickly that ignoring him was really getting under his skin. Every day he would show up with insults about my school, my appearance, the fact I worked for his father, basically anything he could think of to pick on… and I just let it wash over me as I went about my work, actually enjoying how irritated he got that I never rose to it.

So that was it. I did my job, kept to myself and had my daily visits from Raz. It likely would have continued exactly like that if not for Tadeen. I’d never really spoken to Raz’s big brother beyond the casual daily greetings, so I was more than a little surprised the day I received a message from him on Facebook. At first I wondered whether he was about to take up his brother’s hobby of insulting me and prepared myself for the awfulness awaiting as I opened the message. What I saw was… not insulting, at least not to me!

The message was just a picture. It appeared to be a photograph of a page from a diary. It started, ‘OH FUCK! Huey got a haircut and he looks amazing. I swear I almost cried when I saw him today. LOOK HOW CUTE!!!!’ Beneath it was a photograph of me, obviously taken without my knowledge as I was just going about my daily duties. It was from just a couple of weeks earlier and I had, indeed, had a haircut the previous day.

The diary entry went on, ‘I know I said yesterday that I was going to try being nice but… I can’t! Something is very, very wrong with my brain! I go to talk to him and my legs feel like jelly and I want to cry and the horrible stuff just comes pouring out. I swear, I tried, I REALLY did. I don’t know why I’m so broken. I guess it might have something to do with knowing I’d be disowned and thrown out onto the streets if mum or dad ever found out I was even thinking this stuff, but whadda I know!?!??!?!?? On the bright side, when I insulted him today he actually looked at me. I love it when he looks at me because his eyes are so fucking beautiful and when he looks at me, I get butterflies in my tummy, which happened today and I hate it but I want to keep feeling it and to talk to him without being a huge cunt. Ugh, I’m so broken. Save me!’

I really wasn’t sure what to make of the picture. Being not-out myself, my immediate concern was whether Raz was actually at risk of harm. The mention of being kicked out if his parents knew, paired with the fact his big brother seemed to have gotten hold of something with his very personal thoughts, made me think something bad was about to happen. For now I replied to Tad (Tadeen’s chosen nickname), [Why are you showing me this? Are you outing him? Or expecting me to?]

Tad replied almost instantly with [Raz is a dick. I’ve heard the shit he says to you. Figured with this you could either make him stop or…]

[Or?] I sent back curiously.

No reply, though the message was read.

[Or????] I sent.

Still nothing.

[Or what, Tad??????] I demanded.

[Or you might do ‘something else’. I’m not as backwards as mum and dad. Not gonna say any more, but maybe this will help!] Tad replied, along with another picture.

It was another extract from Raz’s diary. I had no idea when it was from, but it certainly got Tad’s meaning across. It stated, ‘Had another dream about Huey last night. I don’t really remember a lot about it except that Huey was there and he was doing stuff to me and I REALLY enjoyed it. Woke up so horny I had to knock one out before school. Did it with the classic ‘Huey doms me’ fantasy. I swear, it hit the fucking ceiling!]

[Wow, okay, well thanks I suppose!] I sent back, and just received a smile emoji with a thumbs-up.

The messages were quite surprising. I certainly never would have suspected that was how Raz felt and part of me was already convinced it wasn’t true. This could all be some elaborate ploy by Raz to continue tormenting me further, but… what if it wasn’t!? If it was true, Raz liked me. Did I like him? Well obviously I didn’t LIKE him, because he spent every day being unpleasant to me, but I was horny, fifteen and not very experienced, so the prospect of ANYONE being interested in me was hard to pass up.

*****

I wasn’t quite sure how work was going to go the next day. Would Raz say anything? Would Tad say anything? Would I say anything? I did say something. I said hello. Tad said hello. Raz said hello. It was all very anti-climactic! I started working, wondering whether I was still in the middle of some elaborate set-up.

I was recalibrating the flux capacitor to ensure the flarknards all lined up… or something. Does it matter? You’re not here for a chip-making tutorial. What matters is that I was working in my dingey little back room, looking away from the door when I heard, “Hard at work, or hardly working?”

I sighed at the tedious comment, but stopped and turned to see Raz sitting on a worktop that I knew I would now need to clean again before using! I stared at him and remembered what was written in the diary - when he looks at me, I get butterflies. Instead of the usual eye roll and look away I just… carried on staring! If my usual fleeting glance gave him butterflies, then today I was going to give him an entire fucking lepidopterarium! (That’s a butterfly habitat – congratulations, you just learned something!)

I was still sceptical of the whole thing, but as my gaze remained fixed on Raz, I saw his usually cocky smirk falter. He shuddered and gasped slightly. Either this guy was the world’s greatest actor (and spoiler alert, he was not!) or the pictures were genuine and he really was into me (spoiler alert, he was!). He started to lean back slightly, looking somewhere between excited and scared.

I turned away, not so much to give him a break, more to just regain my own composure. Raz liked me! So… confession time. I might have also liked Raz. I know it’s stupid and probably a bit cliché. It’s not like he was a full-on bully, but he certainly wasn’t nice, so liking him just never made sense. I guess it was more of a physical attraction because he was annoyingly cute. Allowing myself to accept the possibility he liked me too was unnerving and I didn’t want to let it show.

“Something I can do for you?” I asked casually as I resumed working without looking back.

“I… I… umm…” Raz stuttered.

Raz stuttered!? Raz doesn’t stutter. Fuck, this guy had it bad for me. One glance and a floodgate had opened! Actually, I had just turned a tap on too fast and splashed myself with water, but the timing fit the floodgate metaphor, so let’s just go with it!

“Ha, loser!” Raz laughed at my sudden wetness, quickly back to his old ways.

I turned and stared at him again as I asked firmly, “Sorry, what was that?”

“I said… I said… ha… loser!” Raz said, looking thoroughly shaken by my prolonged stare as I took a step closer to him.

I held his gaze for several hours, or at least I imagine that’s how long it felt as I stared him down. “Really?” I asked, shaking my head a little.

He shrunk back sheepishly.

I stepped closer, now within touching distance… I assume, I didn’t try. “Do you ACTUALLY think I’m a loser, or are you just fill of shit?” I asked. I don’t know why I asked it. I don’t know why I was so bold. More importantly, I don’t know how I did it without throwing up, as I felt like I could at any moment.

Raz gulped again and finally broke the eye contact, staring back at me as he stuttered, “I… I was… just…”

“Just what? Just trying to annoy me?” I asked, cocking my head one way.

“No,” Raz said awkwardly.

“Just trying to upset me?” I asked, cocking my head the other way.

“No!” Raz said more firmly.

I edged a little closer, so that I was almost touching his knees as he remained sat on the worktop. I lowered my voice a little and asked, “Maybe… just trying to get my attention?”

“No,” Raz said feebly, shaking his head the tiniest bit.

I leaned in closer, still avoiding actual direct contact, and whispered, “Be honest!”

Raz gulped, then tried to speak but only shuddered. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before whispering back, “Yes!”

His breath smelled like M&Ms. I found it strangely amusing and it caught me a little off guard, almost to the point where I missed him admitting to wanting my attention. Almost, but not quite. “Tell me, Yeraz,” I said as I pulled back, “Why exactly are you trying so… hard…” I Paused to glance for a split second down at his crotch, “…to get my attention?”

Raz averted his gaze, staring down at his hands as he muttered, “I don’t know.”

“Look at me when you talk to me, Yeraz!” I said with a firm tone that I hadn’t even known I was capable of until the words passed my lips.

Raz’s eyes shot up and he stared at me anxiously.

“I… I should…” he said as he slid down off the worktop and edged towards the door.

My arm shot out and my hand slapped against the wall, blocking his exit as I said, “No you shouldn’t. Not yet!”

Raz recoiled and let out a slight whimper that made him blush slightly. He had been slowly turning red as we spoke, but this was like a sudden shot of dark crimson to his cheeks.

There really was no point in dragging this out. In fact, I realised this could be my only chance. After an encounter like this he might start avoiding me entirely, so I needed to act. “I asked you, Yeraz, why you’re so eager to get my attention!” I demanded firmly.

“My… friends call me… Raz,” Raz stated, forcing himself to look at me despite the obvious nervousness it was inflicting on him.

“Well would you call someone who does everything he can to insult you a friend… Yeraz?” I asked pointedly. There it was. As much as I liked just standing up to him, as well as seeing his obvious anxiety, there was also a slight hint of revenge about my treatment of him.

I saw Raz’s mouth open, close a little, open again. He was trying to speak, but nothing came out. He sniffed, clearly about to burst into tears.

Okay, Raz may be a dick, but in that moment, so was I and I knew it! “Hey, don’t be upset,” I urged him. “I think you’re a dick,” I told him, because if you’re going to insult someone, have the nerve to say it to their face, “But I know why you’ve been doing it!”

“You… do?” Raz asked, eyes wide, visibly terrified.

“You like me!” I said accusingly.

His eyes widened even further as his face, already looking anxious, contorted into one of absolute mortal terror.

“Relax. I’m not telling anyone,” I reassured him, then smiled a little as I went on, “I’m not even gonna ask you to confirm or deny it.”

“You’re not?” he squeaked, not looking much more at ease.

“No, I’m not,” I said, pausing to allow him a moment to take it in, “But here’s what’s going to happen! You’re going to go away now! You’re going go to your room and you’re going to take all of your clothes off and you’re going to sit in a chair, facing the door, with your hands behind your head. You’re going sit like that and STAY like that until I finish work and then I’m going to come to your room!”

“Wh… what for?” Raz asked shakily, then frowned at himself slightly and changed his question, “I mean… what if… I don’t do that?”

“If I come into your room and you’re not… undressed,” I let my eyes roam down him and back up, “Then I’ll go home and I’ll never mention ANY of this ever again, no questions asked!” I pulled my hand away from the wall to clear the path to the door, keeping my eyes fixed on Raz. “Understand?” I asked firmly.

Raz remained silent for a moment, nodded and then ran out.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” I whispered to myself, in a really well-planned moment of narrative self-exposition. No, but seriously, my legs were shaking and I had to grab the worktop to steady myself. I hadn’t planned to say it, mostly because I hadn’t expected any of this to be remotely real! I took a few moments, cleaned the worktop and got back to work, already wondering whether Raz would be waiting for me.

*****

Thirty-four minutes later, not that I was counting, I was finished up for the evening. I had showered in my private bathroom. Okay, i’ts not a private bathroom, but all of the waiting staff Mr Badrashi hired were young, pretty and female (cliché much!?), so the male staff bathroom was basically only used by me. The staff bathrooms were on the floor above the restaurant, along with three of the bedrooms, while the remaining two bedrooms and living room were another floor up. Raz’s bedroom was straight across the hall, so as I stepped out, I was already in position to go inside.

At first, I wasn’t even sure I should. What if he had been offended by what I did/said, and also by me just walking into his room. I might get fired. Or worse, what if he had actually DONE what I said? Was I about to walk in on a scared, naked, submissive teenage boy? I didn’t wait long before I reached out and opened the door. There he was… not naked! Shit! But he was sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head. NOT shit!? Definitely a mixed message.

Feeling the assertiveness bubble up again, I stated confidently, “I said naked!”

He looked at the open door in a slight panic, presumably terrified of anyone hearing the conversation. As soon as I closed the door he said, “I know. It’s just…” He paused, glancing down at himself. He seemed like he really had to force himself to look back at me as he said barely above a whisper, “I’m just… kinda… well… I’m… kinda hairy.” When I didn’t respond immediately, he gulped and added, “Sometimes… people say mean things about it or… or… don’t like it!”

I walked closer, feeling rather tall as I towered over him in his seat, then slowly reached out with one hand. I went deliberately slowly just to avoid making him flinch. I reached for his face and let a fingertip gently graze across his philtrum, which was accentuated by a strip of black peach fuzz that just screamed, ‘I should have started shaving already’. I smiled gently, especially as I saw him looking terrified as I did it, and said, “I kinda guessed you would be. I’m sorry some people are dicks. I understand. People take the piss out of me for smelling like fuckin’ potatoes!”

“Yeah, including me,” Raz said sheepishly.

“I wasn’t gonna mention that, but yeah,” I shrugged as I moved back, “But… don’t worry about… how you look. I’m not doing this to humiliate you!”

Raz gulped again as he nodded.

“So,” I said as I turned and grabbed the door handle, “I’m gonna step back outside. I’m gonna wait thirty seconds and then I’m gonna come back in. You know what I told you to do, and this is your last chance to do it, otherwise, message received!” I didn’t wait for him to respond or acknowledge, I just opened the door and stepped out as I started counting in my head.

One. Two. Three… okay, you get the idea, let’s not make a maths lesson out of it. I counted out the time, genuinely unsure what I would find when I opened the door. I could hear a lot of movement inside, but tried not to let my mind run wild with what it could be. At thirty, I opened the door and there he was… naked. Shit! I froze for just a moment, genuinely surprised he had obeyed, then quickly stepped in and shut the door.

Yeraz was, as I said before, an annoyingly cute boy. He had the usual jet black hair, dark eyes and pale brown skin that came from his Pakistani heritage. His lips were plump and full and topped with the dark fuzz I had already teased. He sat fully nude, with his fingers interlinked behind his head. His forearms, usually covered by his school shirt, bore a coating a soft, black hair, while his exposed armpits each had a little black patch too. His thighs were pleasantly thick, bulky from muscle without looking muscular, while his shins were slender with well-defined calves, all covered in a heavy peppering of black hair.

His mid-section was thick, bearing the slightest hint of abs, on show more from the pose than any kind of real definition, with a dark strip of hair running up the centre. The trail stopped very slightly before the faint line of his pectorals, once again defined by his position and likely to look a little chunkier when he lowered his arms. The break in his body hair didn’t last long as the centre of his chest bore a diamond of faint, dark hair, with just a few odd stragglers around each of his plump, pert and pointy nipples.

While the rest of him was a definite draw for my eyes, I can’t deny my gaze being drawn to his dick. The reasons were threefold. First and foremost, it was a naked, exposed, real-life actual penis and I was a horny fifteen-year-old, so how could I NOT be mesmerised?! Secondly, he wasn’t just hard, he was sensationally, throbbingly and almost achingly rigid as he sat exposed before me. And lastly… fuck, he was big! Not necessarily in terms of length, though he was very comfortably on the bigger side of average, but more from the girth. His cock was thick, with an even wider bulbous, flared head. Below the sizeable cock hung his hefty and full-looking balls, which were surprisingly smooth considering the dark bush of pubes and the rest of his hairiness.

“I… it’s… I know I might be… umm… I mean…” Raz stuttered. That was still taking some getting used to, a nervous Raz!

I raised a hand, with one finger pointed up that I pressed to my lips to indicate I wanted him silent. He nodded and complied. I moved a little closer as I unashamedly allowed my eyes to roam every inch of him. I slowly paced round and stopped behind him. With his hands still on his head, his elbows poked out to each side, and I placed a hand on each of them. He gasped at the first contact, while he let out a gentle moan as my fingers slid down to caress his triceps.

Holding my hands in place for a moment, I leaned in and breathed gently onto his ear, causing another shudder before I whispered to him, “You’re really beautiful!”

I heard a noise that was half a deep breath and half a grunt of delight at the compliment.

I allowed my fingers to slide the rest of the way down his arms. As I felt his fuzzy armpit hair briefly, and heard a gentle giggle as I unintentionally tickled his armpits, I continued my slow exploration of his body. I felt the firmness of his nipples at the same time he let out a pleasured whimper.

“Do you like that?” I whispered to him.

“Yeah,” he said back dreamily.

“Do you want me to do more?” I asked salaciously, letting my nose graze his ear as my thumbs and forefingers tweaked at his pert nipples.

“Yeah,” he gasped.

“Do you… like me?” I asked curiously. I know it seemed obvious, but it’s always good to check!

“Yeah,” he whispered, like saying it aloud would suddenly bring his parents running into the room. Before I could ask anything else, he sniffed a little and said, “I’m sorry I’m so shitty to you!”

“It’s alright,” I whispered back to him, “You’re a dick, but I get it. Just… stop being a dick, okay?”

“Yeah, I will, I promise!” Raz said urgently.

“Good,” I said, then let my lips graze his ear this time, getting a shuddery moan in response, “Just don’t do it again, okay… Raz!” I stated, then waited a moment to let him register what I’d called him. I heard him smile. I know that makes no sense, but I swear, I heard him smiling. “Because I like you too,” I said gently as I released his nipples and let my arms fully encircle him, hugging him from behind.

Raz let out a noise that was probably a failed attempt to speak, but it sounded pretty happy, so I kept hold for several moments. When I let go, I moved around in front of him, and he began lowering his arms.

“Nuh-uh!” I said, shaking my head as I grabbed his elbows to push his arms back into position, “I didn’t say you can put them down, did I?”

“No,” Raz said breathily, then added a few moments later, “Sir!” He looked as surprised at the addition as I must have.

He had obeyed everything I told him so far, backing up what I’d read in the diary entry, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise but somehow it still was, albeit a pleasant one.

“You can… humiliate me,” Raz said, looking up at me doe eyed. As I frowned at the apparent non-sequitur, he seemed to catch on to my confusion and said, “Before. The first time you came in. You said you… weren’t doing this to humiliate me, but… you can. If you… want to, I mean!”

“I think the question, Raz, is…” I said as I leaned in so close that our noses were almost touching. I noticed his lips part slightly, possibly in anticipation. I didn’t kiss him. Instead I moved a little to the side to let my cheek graze his own, moving my lips towards his ear to finish asking, “… do YOU want me to humiliate you?” I poked out my tongue to gently stroke up his ear before closing my lips on it, nibbling playfully as he let out another pleasured whimper.

“Yes!” he yelped, “Please!”

“Please what?” I whispered in his ear before pulling back to stand, making eye contact once again.

“Please… please humiliate me, sir. I deserve it and… and I want it, anything you wanna do, just… just say it and I’ll obey!” Raz said, eyes wide as he seemingly struggled to comprehend his biggest fantasy suddenly playing out in real life. He was visibly trembling, while his cock was oozing precum.

“Really? Anything?” I asked with a lop-sided grin, the assertive façade that had gripped me still masking the excitement and terror running through my mind. I could barely believe this was happening either, but the idea that formed in my mind struck me as even more unbelievable. If he wanted humiliation… I could give it to him!

“Literally… anything,” Raz gasped, nodding emphatically.

“Well in that case, for now I just have a very simple instruction for you,” I said jovially, “You’ll sit there and you won’t move and you won’t speak unless I tell you to. Got it?”

He gulped and nodded. The fear in his eyes massively intensified as he saw me head to the door.

“Be right back,” I said as I stepped out. I exhaled heavily. I had no idea how I was doing what I was doing, how I was taking charge of him and controlling him. Being dominant hadn’t really ever been a fantasy of mine, but it was a thought I always enjoyed. Actually playing it out though, feeling the power, asserting my will, it felt beautifully intoxicating. After taking a moment to compose myself again, I paced down the hall and knocked gently on another door.

As the door opened and Tad appeared, he frowned in mild confusion and said, “Umm, hey!”

“Why did you send me those pictures?” I asked. I hadn’t intended to, but as soon as I saw him, the question just came out.

“Because Raz is an annoying little shit when he’s all pent up and frustrated, so… I thought this might help him get a bit of relief,” Tad explained frankly. His eyes darted briefly to the side, in the direction of his brother’s room as he asked, “How’s it going?”

A grin spread across my face that probably gave all the answer Tad needed. “Pretty well,” I nodded, “Any chance you wanna see the… what was it, ‘annoying little shit’ being REALLY embarrassed?”

“I… umm… why… umm…” Tad stuttered.

Oh! OH! Oh my fucking god! Suddenly he was the spitting image of his little brother. They had the same nervous stutter.

“No, I… uh… umm…” he continued floundering.

And just like that, the façade returned. Smiling wickedly, I reached up to hold a finger to Tad’s lips and hissed, “Shhh!” He stared at me silently for a few moments until I asked, “Tadeen… just being theoretical…if you kept a diary like Raz does… would it contain a lot of the same… fantasies?”

Tad didn’t reply, even when I pulled my hand back from his mouth.

“Okay, maybe you don’t want to say it,” I acknowledged, “So let me give you… an opportunity!” I took a casual step backwards and glanced down the hallway, then back to Tad and said, “I’m about to go back into Raz’s room. If you’re into the same shit that Raz is into, then you’ll follow me. If you’re not, all you need to do is shut your door and this conversation never happened!”

Tad gulped, but remained otherwise motionless and silent.

Giving the nervous seventeen-year-old a final smile, I turned to head back to Raz’s door. As soon as I had my back to him, I mouthed, ‘Oh my god!’ to myself. This day was certainly not ending up the way I had expected! I had to stop myself gasping as I heard something – footsteps behind me! I stopped at Raz’s door and turned to smile knowingly at Tad.

“Okay, rules are simple,” I said with a cocky grin, “Just do everything I tell you to. Got it?”

Tad nodded, squirming a little as he tried pathetically to hide his erection. Tad with an erection. Any other day, those words alone would have been enough to floor me. Today, it was barely an afterthought. He was almost as cute as Raz, bearing an unmissable family resemblance, though he was taller and leaner, and his jaw bore a covering of short black stubble. The rest of him I had never seen, though that was hopefully about to change.

I opened the door to find Raz still sitting there, though he sat up a little straighter as he saw me.

“Fuck. No!” Raz yelped as he jumped from his seat to try and hide behind it as he saw his big brother walk in.

“Yeraz!” I said disapprovingly. “You were told to stay where you were and not speak!” I explained, then looked to Tad and instructed, “Shut the door!”

“But… but…” Raz stuttered, cowering behind the chair to conceal his nudity from his sibling.

Tad stared at the younger boy, blushing almost as heavily as Raz too.

“Okay, you need to be punished for disobeying and then we can try again,” I said as I walked over and pulled the chair away from Raz. I sat down in it and said, “Get over my lap. Now!”

“But he’s here!” Raz said, still curled up to hide his shame as he glanced awkwardly in Tad’s direction.

“Yeraz, I’ve told you what you need to do. Right now, you’ve earned five spanks for moving and one for each word you’ve said. I will add another one for every word you say and another TEN if I have to tell you to get on my lap again!” I explained firmly.

Raz let out a whimper and stood, doing his best to conceal his throbbing erection and balls from his brother. Without another word, he placed himself over my lap, wincing as he had to expose his crotch momentarily to use his hands to steady himself.

Staring down at his butt, I was surprised by how smooth it was compared to the rest of him. It was certainly not hairless, but the hair was far from excessive. “You’ll count out each spank as I do it, followed by ‘Thank you sir’. Nod if you understand.”

His nod was accompanied by another whimper.

“You,” I said, glancing to Tad, “Come stand here and watch!” I pointed to the spot right in front of me.

Tad walked over and stopped, staring down at his brother’s exposed back, butt and legs.

“What do you think of his arse?” I asked with a wry grin.

“I… umm… I thought it’d be hairier by now!” Tad stated, blushing from talking about Raz so intimately.

“Yeah, I thought that too,” I smirked, enjoying the groan I heard from Raz over the fact his own brother was talking about his naked body. “Well, let’s get started!” I said cheerily. I raised my hand and let it swing down onto one of his buttocks with a gentle, fleshy slap. When I didn’t hear anything beyond a slight grunt, I cleared my throat to prompt Raz.

“Oh, one, thank you sir!” Raz said meekly.

“Good boy,” I said, and instantly felt his erection throb against my leg. I slapped my hand down once more.

“Two, thank you sir,” Raz gasped.

The spanking continued, with Raz’s butt gradually reddening and his grunts getting more intense as the stinging intensified, but he did as he was told and counted up each one. As he called out, “Twelve, thank you sir!” I let my had casually stroke his stinging rump and told him, “When I get up, you’re going to take your seat back on here, in the position you were in before and then you’re going to do what I told you and sit still without speaking until I tell you to. Is that clear?”

Raz nodded as he slid off my lap and into a kneeling position, holding his arms over his lap to conceal himself while he still could. As soon as I vacated the chair, he jumped up to sit on it, then hesitated a moment. Just as I was preparing myself to prompt him, he let out a shaky sigh and raised his hands to his head. That was it, he was now fully on show to his big brother, his cock raging hard and slick with the copious pre-cum he had been oozing all through the spanking.

“What do you think of your little brother’s dick?” I asked Tad with a smirk. I really didn’t need to emphasise any particular part of it. There wasn’t any part the question that wasn’t already mortifying.

“Very… hard!” Tad said, actually smiling a little as Raz whimpered and closed his eyes for a moment. “And bigger than I thought it’d be!” Tad added, making his younger brother shake his head in response.

“I’d ask if it’s bigger than yours,” I started, pausing to grin at Tad, “But I think it’d be easier to just see for myself!”

“What!?” Tad gasped as Raz’s eyes shot open.

Sauntering behind Raz to turn him slightly in his chair so we were both looking directly at the older boy, I said curtly, “Take off your clothes!”

Tad tried to complaint, “But…”

I raised a hand to immediately silence him and said, “Unless you want me to do to you what I just did to Raz, you’ll do as you’re told!”

Honestly, Tad looked like he was considering disobeying because he actually wanted to get spanked, but he seemingly couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he quickly stripped.

The resemblances between the two siblings continued as I saw more of Tad exposed – the same hairy forearms and legs, identical pert nipples, the same bush of pubes and slight tufts in his pits. His torso differed slightly, in that he was a little slimmer, lacking his little brother’s thickness, though his trail of hair from his stomach continued all the way up into a slightly heavier patch in the centre of his chest.

Tad had briefly covered up but realised without prompting that it wasn’t acceptable and dropped his hands to his sides. His dick was undeniably smaller than his little brother’s, probably an inch shorter and visibly slimmer. It was still average, rather than small, but seemed a little diminutive if only by comparison. Raz’s dick pointed almost straight up when erect, even when he was standing. Tad’s pointed straight out ahead of him instead.

“Wow, I guess you’re the big brother now,” I said to Raz as I let a hand slide down his shoulder and onto his chest, tweaking a nipple as I stared ahead at Tad. “How does that feel?” I asked, grinning at the naked older boy who looked like he was already regretting his choices.

“Kinda… funny,” Raz said, managing a slight chuckle. It got a gentle scowl from Tad.

“Well maybe that’s something for the two of you to discuss another time!” I said with a snigger. I wrapped my arms around Raz once again, with Tad’s eyes fixed on us. Letting one hand caress across Raz’s chest, my other slide down his stomach, onto his leg and then slipped down to caress his inner thigh, barely avoiding his hefty balls. I felt him shudder in my arms, gently pushing his hips forward a little in response. “Do you… want to cum?” I whispered to him, loud enough for Tad to hear too.

“Yes,” Raz gasped, “Please sir, make me cum!”

Tad looked shocked at the words from his little brother, though his dick twitched in response.

“Okay, you’re gonna tell me where to touch and what to do,” I explained, getting immediately confused grunts from them both at my seeming submission of control. Grinning as I pulled my hands away from Raz, I moved over to Tad and finished, “And I’ll do it… to him! And once HE cums, then… maybe… you can too!”

“Fuck!” Raz gasped, then added a nervous, “Sorry!”

“That’s okay,” I smirked forgivingly. It seems I was strict, but not harsh! “Okay, tell me what to do… to your brother!” I ordered him.

“P… play with his… his nipples!” Raz said shakily.

I reached out and placed my palms flat on Tad’s chest, smirking a little as I felt him shudder, then moved my hands round to grip gently onto his nipples. Tad let out a pleasured groan and I saw Raz squirm a little in his seat. “Well, looks like you both like that,” I observed teasingly, “I wonder what other things you’ll both enjoy!”

“Pinch them,” Raz gulped. As I gave a gentle squeeze and heard Tad gasp a little, Raz added, “Harder!”

“Oh, you like a bit of pain,” I said happily as I pinched hard. When Tad’s legs wobbled a little, I added, “And so does Tad, it seems! What else would you like me to do to you?”

“K… kiss…” Raz stuttered but blushed at even saying the word. He steeled himself a little and tried again, “Kiss his neck!”

Moving behind Tad, who stood easily a foot taller than me, I chuckled and said, “You might need to kneel for me!”

“Gladly!” Tad replied, then cringed as he realised what he had said and shook his head as he dropped to his knees.

I laughed at the willing compliance, and even moreso at the look of absolute shock on Raz’s face. I started kissing around Tad’s neck, enjoying the ragged breaths I could hear from him as he enjoyed the feel of my lips on his skin. Flicking my gaze over at Raz, I could see him staring longingly, his cock pulsing in time with his raised heartbeat.

After enjoying the pleasuring of Tad’s neck for a few moments, I pulled back from him. “Actually,” I said thoughtfully as I looked at the younger sibling, “I think you should knee too. Right here in front of him!”

“Yes sir,” Raz gasped as he slid from the chair onto the floor and shuffled forward to the spot I had indicated.

“Hmm, that’s not right,” I said disapprovingly as I saw the two boys both looking away, “You should be looking at each other!”

The moment they made eye contact, the awkwardness was almost palpable. I remained silent, letting them wallow in the awkwardness as they both knelt naked and hard and red-faced. After leaving them in their shared embarrassment for a little longer, I knelt down beside them and asked, “What would you want me to do to you next?”

“Just… just… make me cum,” Raz whimpered, shaking his head, looking close to spontaneously erupting already.

“Oh, so… maybe take hold of you like this,” I said as I reached out to grasp at Tad’s dick. Both brothers gasped. “And just start stroking?” I asked as I began to jerk him off.

“Yeah, yeah,” Raz squirmed, “Just like that. A little faster!”

“Keep looking at each other,” I whispered, smiling as they continued blushing at the intimacy.

“And… play with his nipple when he’s getting close!” Raz rasped excitedly.

“Well… are you getting close?” I asked Tad with a wicked grin.

“You fucking kidding me!?” Tad replied with a wry grin.

I sniggered and reached out to grab a nipple, pinching it tightly as Raz had requested earlier.

“Ah fuck!” Tad gasped as he began to shoot. The spunk didn’t have far to fly, splashing heavily against his little brother’s stomach and chest as his cock throbbed and pulsated within my grip.

It was hard to tell which of them looked most shocked. Cumming on his younger sibling was likely not something Tad had expected he would be doing today… or ever, but feeling his big brother’s jizz sprayed across him had to be a pretty shocking sensation for Raz too.

“On your back!” I said to Raz, pushing him a little so he dropped backwards to lie flat on the floor. “Clean him up!” I said to Tad.

Tad started looking round, but stopped as he felt my hand grasp at his jaw, my thumb and fingers squeezing at his cheeks.

“No, like this!” I said, squeezing to open his mouth.

“Fuck, you serious?” Tad gasped.

Still holding his jaw, I leaned in to kiss him passionately on the lips. He tensed up, Raz gasped, I almost shot in my pants, it was all very intense! The kiss barely lasted two seconds before I pulled away and growled, “Dead serious. Now clean up your damn mess!”

“Oh my god,” Raz whimpered, closing his eyes as Tad knelt over him. “Fuck!” he gasped as he felt his brother’s tongue working its way across his body, lapping up his own spunk.

Tad continued the tongue bath of his little brother, then looked back round at me, his cheeks shiny with the mix of saliva and spunk.

“Great,” I said happily, “Now Raz, do you want to cum?”

“So fucking much!” Raz replied, almost in tears from the anticipation.

“Great, well… you can!” I said with a smile, then took a step towards the door. “Tomorrow!” I added casually.

“What!?” Raz exclaimed in shock.

“Yeah, I think we’ll pick this up tomorrow!” I said as I continued towards the door. “Until then… no touching and definitely no cumming. That applies to both of you!”

Raz sat up and stared at me as he stuttered, “Y… y… you can’t… be serious!”

I sniggered a little as I headed back over to him. I squatted down, stroked my hand briefly across his chest and then pulled him into a kiss, much like the one I had just given his brother. Once again, as I parted I growled, “Dead serious!”

“Fuuuck,” Raz whimpered as I walked away again.

I stopped at the door and looked back at the two naked brothers. Smirking cockily at them both, I said, “I think working here just got a LOT more fun. See you both soon!” I didn’t even wait for their response. I just left the room, shut the door and went home.

And that’s the story of my first time as a Dom. It’s safe to say I had more fun with Raz and Tad, but that’s really a story for another day. Thanks for listening.