Gay college boy Ryan gets his revenge on his abusive brother-in-law Jack in part 2 of the spanking series.
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Brother-In-Law Spanked
by Allan Ross
Ryan stood in the doorway of the living room for a moment, looking at his brother-in-law Jack as he slept, sprawled across the sofa in a white T-shirt and faded blue jeans. Jack had worked that Saturday morning, and when he had come home he had wolfed down a sandwich, taken a shower and told Ryan he was going to grab a few winks before he turned on the game. Ryan's sister Pam was out all afternoon on a shopping trip with some of her girl friends, and they would be having dinner out as well.
Ryan knew he should have gone somewhere, too. Staying home with Jack most likely meant a repeat of the previous weekend when Jack had spanked Ryan several times and also made Ryan blow him after each spanking. Ryan felt kind of bad about sucking his brother-in-law off behind his sister's back, but he hadn't put up much of a fight. He consoled himself that Jack had said that Pam didn't like to give head, so maybe he wasn't really betraying his sister. It wasn't like Jack was really having sex with Ryan, though for Ryan the occasion has been about as sexual as he could imagine.
This last week had been pretty weird since Jack had spanked him and he'd willingly sucked Jack's cock. It was hard to be near Jack and not remember the feeling of Jack handling him and spanking him and then the taste and texture of Jack's swelling dick sliding into his throat, Jack's scent in his nostrils, and the salty, creamy come filling his mouth each time Jack came. Ryan always got hard as a rock with the memory and then he would flush when Jack looked at him and avoid Jack's eyes, aware of Jack's mouth crooked into a knowing grin. Worse, Jack would physically tease Ryan if they happened to be alone together. A day or so after the first spanking episode, Ryan had been loading some dirty clothes into the washer in the basement laundry room, helping Pam out, and Jack had come in with a basket of towels.
"Aren't we being the helpful little brother?" Jack had said, sarcastically, dropping the basket on the floor. Then he had moved close, grasped Ryan's crotch with his right hand and planted several hearty spanks on Ryan's butt with his free hand, gently massaging Ryan's crotch as he spanked.
"Such a good boy hardly needs a spanking, does he?" Jack had said. "But I bet he wants one just the same, eh?"
Ryan knew he should have pulled away, but the quickness of his arousal as he felt Jack's hands on him and the warmth of Jack's breath on his neck combined with the spurt of pleasure he felt in his groin left him helpless.
"Don't, please . . . ,"Ryan had tried to say, but it came out more as a gasp. Then, after a particularly strong swat, Jack had released him, saying,
"I know what else you'd like to do for your old brother-in-law, but now is not a good time, right, Ryan?" Then Jack had left, leaving Ryan to regain his composure. The next several days had offered more opportunities for Jack to tease and torment Ryan.
The morning before, Ryan had been waiting for Jack to finish his shower, so Ryan could take his. Ryan had been leaning on the wall next to the bathroom, when Jack had opened the door, seen him there and said, loudly,
"Morning, Ryan. You can come in and shave while I'm showering, I'll just be a minute." Then Jack had pulled Ryan in and shut the door.
"All right, my boy, on your knees and give me a quick one," Jack ordered as he reached in and turned on the water. "Pam won't know as long as you get right to business."
As Ryan bent down he felt Jack's hands grasp his head, guiding his face to Jack's groin and his rising cock. If only his brother-in-law wasn't such a goddamn hunk, Ryan might have been able to resist, but he didn't seem to have the will power. As he licked Jack's stiffening shaft and then opened his mouth and took as much of Jack's dick down his throat as he could, sucking powerfully all the while, Ryan forgot about his doubts. When Jack came, Ryan swallowed every drop, reveling in the taste and smell and sound of Jack's gasps of pleasure.
Now, as Ryan watched Jack sleep, he realized he was hard again from the memories of being in Jack's power. But he also had begun to look at Jack with a new desire. He wanted to grab Jack's crotch or his ass; he even wondered what it would be like to spank Jack's butt-having the big guy sprawled across Ryan's legs, Jack's naked ass upturned and his jeans and briefs tangled down around his ankles. Ryan couldn't help rubbing his crotch as he drank in the sight of Jack relaxed on the sofa, one arm over his head and the other lying across his chest.
"I bet if I got his hands tied over his head, I'd be able to spank him without too much trouble," Ryan thought, "I just need to be sure Jack's really sleeping so I can get it done before he wakes up." Ryan decided to walk past Jack into the kitchen and see if he was really asleep or just lying there with his eyes closed. As he approached Jack, he heard a slight snore and saw that Jack's mouth was slightly open-he really was asleep, perhaps more so than he had intended if he had planned on watching the game from the beginning.
Ryan walked quickly into the kitchen and got the ball of twine out of the cabinet where some small tools, light bulbs and other miscellaneous hardware were kept. He was as quiet as he could possibly be as he cut off a section of twine long enough to wrap Jacks wrists together several times.
He returned to his sleeping brother-in-law and stood over him for a moment to see if this would awaken Jack. When Jack didn't stir, Ryan carefully reached for the hand that was lying across Jack's chest, lifted it gently, and then quickly brought it up next to Jack's right hand which was stretched back against the back of the couch and over Jack's head. Ryan speedily wrapped the twine several time around Jack's wrists, and this brought Jack awake.
"Hey, what the fuck . . .?" Jack said, startled out of his sleep and aware that something was amiss, but still a little bleary. He started to shift around on the couch, which made Ryan's job easier, and he quickly finished with a knot that held Jack's hands securely.
"What do you think you're doing, you little runt?" Jack said, fully awake now, lying on his stomach with his arms stretched above his head and glaring up at Ryan. He started to lift himself off the couch with his leg, but Ryan quickly grabbed the bottom of Jack's T-shirt and pulled it up over his head, leaving it wrapped around Jack's biceps, further hindering Jack's movements. Then Ryan knelt down and grasped his confused brother-in-law around his thighs and pushed Jack back down on the couch. Ryan freed his right arm and kept his left arm encircling Jack's legs.
WHAP! Ryan brought his hand down with strong slap right on Jack's butt, barely a foot from his face. Ryan kept his hand there a moment, feeling the curve of Jack's buttocks through the warm denim of his jeans. WHAP! WHAP!
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you little fag?" Jack growled, twisting his head to look at Ryan. "If you don't untie me and let me up, you are going to be one sorry-assed little shit!"
Ryan just increased the frequency of his swats for a minute, enjoying the feeling of heat on his hand as he continued the spanking.
"I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine, Jack!" WHAP! WHAP! WhapWhapWhap! "And what are you going to do to me, spank me?"
Ryan decided to give his right hand a rest and to get a little bolder. He also noticed that Jack wasn't putting up as much of a fight as he expected, which encouraged him to have a bit more fun. Ryan shifted his weight a bit, released Jack's thighs, leaned over Jack and reached down and under to grasp Jack's crotch with his right hand. He felt Jack's big cock through the denim-was it actually getting hard? Was Jack getting off on this? Ryan continued to spank his brother-in-law, but started massaging Jack's butt between spanks, just like Jack did to him.
"Stop that, you little shit! I'm not a fucking fag like you!" Jack sputtered. But Ryan noticed that Jack had spread his legs slightly, and was actually thrusting a bit against Ryan's right hand.
"Methinks thee doth protest to much, my sweet brother-in-law," Ryan replied, apply several hearty spanks to Jack's squirming ass. "But now I think it's time to get to the bare-ass part."
"Don't you fucking dare, Ryan!" Jack nearly shouted. "You'll never be able to sit down in this house again once I get my hands on you."
"Oooh, I'm so scared," Ryan replied, though he did feel a little shiver of fear, remembering the way Jack had set fire to his bottom previously. But it was too late to go back now. Ryan reached under Jack with both hands and unsnapped Jack's Levi's, pushing them down over his muscled thighs. He felt like running his tongue along the inside of those beautiful legs, but decided not to push his luck that far. Jack tried to stop Ryan from taking his jeans down by spreading his legs further, but Ryan managed to push them down to Jack's knees, preventing Jack from further thrashing about, though not preventing a great many threats and curses. Ryan slipped his hands under the waistband of Jack's white briefs and slowly lowered them, sliding them down across his brother-in-law's ass, slightly pink from the spanking Ryan had delivered so far. Ryan's mouth nearly watered as he saw the light dusting of hair in Jack's crack and the deep pink ball sac just visible between Jack's legs, the sweet curve of his buttocks and the dimple on his lower back where his ass cheeks curved upward.
"Ryan, you stop right fucking now," Jack ordered, menacingly. "If you spank my bare ass, I'll kill you, I swear it!"
"But Jack, how will you explain that to Pam," Ryan replied, more aroused than scared by Jack's threats. "It's time for the real spanking," Ryan continued, as he stood up and lifted Jack's legs by grasping the wadded up jeans and briefs encircling Jack's knees. allowing Ryan to slip under and sit down on the sofa, lowering Jack's legs back down so that Jack lay across Ryan's thighs. Ryan could feel Jack's big cock pressing against his leg causing him to nearly come right then.
SMACK! Ryan brought his right hand down with a powerful slap, the sharp sound amplified in the quiet living room.
"Hey!" Jack shouted, surprised at the stinging heat on his buttocks. "Stop it you little bastard."
Ryan paid no attention to Jack's profanity and started spanking Jack's bottom fast and hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK! Ryan's hand quickly became hot, and he knew what his brother-in-law was feeling, recalling what it was like to be on the receiving end the previous weekend. Jack's buttocks began to flush a bright pink as Ryan's merciless attack continued. Jack started to squirm and grunt involuntarily as the fire raged. Ryan began to intersperse his spanks with some rubbing of Jack's glowing butt, his hand gently moving into the crack between Jack's buttocks, and lightly brushing Jack's asshole and tickling his balls. Then Ryan reached over and around Jack's waist with his left arm and slipped his hand underneath to grasp Jack's stiff cock.
"Stop that, you little shit," Jack said, breathing raggedly and unable to control his contracting ass cheeks and thrusting, rock-hard dick.
"I will. Sometime," Ryan replied, peppering Jack's ass with some more spanks, but rubbing and fondling Jack's slick cock at the same time.
"Okay, okay," Jack moaned, grimacing in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Just stop. Please. I don't want to . . .F-u-u-u-u-u-u-c-k!" he yelled as he shot load after load of come into Ryan's hand and all over Ryan's leg. "Shit!" Jack said, "You'll never let me forget this, you little fag, will you?"
"Oh, maybe in a thousand years, or so," Ryan laughed, as he rolled Jack over, his brother-in-law's relaxing cock still leaking glistening white goo, Jack's hands still stretched above his head, his face flushed and his blue eyes looking right into Ryan's.
"Untie my hands, Ryan," Jack said, bringing them down to his belly so Ryan could reach them. "Now it's your turn."
Ryan felt a shiver of anticipation and fear and he untied Jack's wrists, his own cock still hard and straining against his jeans, slick in his briefs from his pre-come. But then came the shock. Instead of Jack sitting up and pulling Ryan across his knees to paddle him, Jack knelt down and reached for Ryan's crotch, unzipping his fly and then pulling his jeans down. Ryan blushed at the big wet spot on his white briefs where the tip of his cock was outlined against fabric, but Jack just shucked those down as well. Then, he leaned down began licking Ryan's balls and cock.
"Jesus, Jack, what are you doing?" Ryan moaned, as Jack's tongue bathed Ryan's shaft.
"If you don't know, what kind of fag, are you?" Jack replied, and then he took Ryan's cock deep into his mouth and begin sucking and slurping as if he liked it. In a moment, Ryan felt himself about to come, he'd been hard so long.
"I'm going to come, Jack, watch out," Ryan gasped, not knowing why Jack was blowing him, but guessing that he wouldn't want to swallow Ryan's come. But Jack just kept sucking, and Ryan couldn't stop himself.
"Holy shit!" Ryan yelled as he came, shooting again and again, grasping Jack's muscular arms, feeling Jack's big hands grasping his waist, knowing his brother-in-law was swallowing nearly everything he was pumping out. He lay back against the couch, his breathing slowing, watching Jack's mouth release his cock, come moistening his lips and chin. Ryan wasn't sure what this was about, but it had been incredible while it lasted. Even if Jack spanked him, really spanked him, for the rest of the day, it had been worth it!
Well, Ryan did find himself with a fiery red bottom and a mouthful of cock later that afternoon, but somehow, despite the sound spanking he received, he was not made to promise never to sneak up on Jack like that again. This left him even more befuddled about his hunky, but unpredictable brother-in-law.
Allan Ross