Page 21 of Thwack!

Devon glanced back at him, so he made a turnaround motion with his finger until Devon got faced into the corner the way Sloane wanted. And man, that ass. It was killing him. He slid a hand into his jeans and stroked himself as he admired it. Devon was crying, softly but audibly, and it was absolutely driving him wild. He’d intended to make Devon stand there a good ten minutes, but he couldn’t wait. He needed to come, which meant either letting Devon go to bed or…

He walked over to the corner and leaned into Devon’s back.

“Devon?”

Sniffle.

“Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

Devon nodded, but it took him a moment to pull it together enough to talk. Sloane crowded him deeper into the corner, trying to transmit a sense of warmth and forgiveness and love.

“I’m sorry I came home late.”

“Good boy. What else?”

“I’m sorry I talked back to you.”

“Yeah.” Sloane dropped a kiss on top of his head. “Anything else?”

Silence for a moment then, “Thank you.”

“Thank you for what?”

“For caring about me enough to correct me.”

Sloane’s heart was as full as his cock. They both came close to bursting. He loved this little dude, sass and all. “Devon, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want me to show you how much I care about you? Do you want me to fuck you?”

Devon leaned his head into his arms and nodded. Tears ran down his cheeks as Sloane groped for his wallet and the lube and condom he kept there. He prepped Devon gently, one hand pressing him into the corner as he got Devon nice and slippery.

“I love you, baby,” he said as he guided his sheathed cock into Devon’s ass. “I spanked you because I love you, and I’m fucking you because I love you, and I’ll always take care of you because I love you.”

Devon cried harder, gasping into his arms as Sloane reamed him, going as hard with his cock as he had with his hand. Devon’s ass felt even better than it looked—red hot and virginal tight—and Sloane was ready to come within moments. He threw a hand around Devon’s waist and grabbed for his cock, which was leaking up a storm. He stroked Devon to a violently loud orgasm then came himself, unloading with his balls tight against Devon’s twitching ass.

When Devon stopped shuddering, Sloane withdrew and did up his pants. He helped Devon step out of his, then lifted him and carried him down the hall.

“This is your bed,” Devon pointed out when Sloane deposited him gently under the covers.

“Our bed. I meant what I said out there, Devon. I’m going to spank you and fuck you and take care of you. Because I love you.”

Devon rolled toward him with a sleepy smile. He’d never looked more angelic. He whispered thank you and something that might have been I love you too before falling asleep like the baby he was. The most beautiful, perfect baby who’d just needed to get his hide tanned.

~~The End~~

If you enjoyed the brotherly love aspect of this story, you might like Baby of the Family, which features two brothers getting down and dirty with spanking and more. Or if you want to go deep into step-family spankings, try Not My Kid, in which a stepfather (or is he?) learns that there’s only one way to handle his stepson

Due to the taboo nature of the relationships described in these books, they’re only available from Smashwords (the links go to my website)

Towel Boy

“Oh, towel boy.”

“Hey, towel boy!”

“Yo, towel boy. Over here.”