Aaron Carter's Dilemma


by Ricky Scarma <Ricky13@hotmail.com>

"You did great out there," Nick swiped his blonde hair back and flopped himself in a chair close to the door to the bands dressing room. In the doorway, hovering with looks of anticipation were the other members of the Back Street Boys.

Aaron Carter hardly gave any of it attention, removing his blue jacket and collapsing his 4 foot ten frame to the couch, burying his face into the cushions. He knew what was coming next. He grinned into the pillow, trying to stifle a giggle.

"But...."

The Infamous 'but' fell from Nicks lips right on cue. Aaron breathed a sarcastic sigh and rolled over to face the back end of the couch. He could just barely make out the boys standing in the doorway over the end of the couch and he wondered if they were mad still.

Nick gave his buddies a glare, rolling his eyes back as he waved them out of the room. They left with some shuffling and gripes. With his partners gone, and the knowledge that the brothers would be alone, Nicky lifted himself from the chair and walked to the couch bearing his little brother and sat at the end, near the boy's sock covered feet.

"But you need to quit trying to embarrass me and the guys AC!" Nick growled, clenching his teeth to drive the point home, "They're sick of it and I'm sick of it!"

Aaron pretended to be disinterested, his fingers working at a loose thread in the material of the couch.

"MAN!" Nick bolted to his feet, throwing his hands up, "Little brother you know how to push the wrong buttons sometimes!"

This outburst warranted a momentary glance from the boy, but he was soon worrying the thread and tuning the world around him out again, replaying the joke he'd played and stifling a giggle.

Nick gave a heavy sigh, then blurted "Look, we brought you along to give you some exposure. It was cool at first, even fun having you around, but you've become a real pain in the butt!"

Aaron showed no indication that he even heard his brothers' words and this irritated Nicky further.

"Well, we decided little brother," Nicky leaned forward towards the couch, almost whispering, "that the only way your going to really listen to any of us is if we talk to you on your level. Your ten years old and ten year old little brats need to have their butts kicked and that's what's going to happen!"

Aaron rolled over and sat on the edge of the couch, his brown eyes suddenly wide showing every sign of interest.

"I knew that would get your attention," Nicky smirked, standing his full 6 feet and taking in the boys expression with a bit of much needed satisfaction.

"What do you mean kick my butt?!" Aaron's prepubescent voice asked, his youthful features now slightly furrowed with this newfound concern.

"Simple," Nicky leaned down to his brother's level, grinning from ear to ear, "Your getting your butt slapped."

"Huh?" Aaron stood to his feet, more shocked then ever, "What!?" His brown eyes were far from defiant now, fevered with concern. This was not going well for him. The realization shook him as he studied his big brother's face for some sign he was joking. Maybe it was a gag to get him back.

"Oh, don't worry little brother," Nicky wiped his hair back and went to the door, checking the knob. "Mom knows about it and that's why she left early. She says it's my show now."

"She did not!" Aaron shrilled, reaching for the door. When he opened it he found a familiar dark face studying him. It was a scary thing to realize that not only were the other 3 members of the Backstreet boys involved, but his own mother and even his own bodyguard. He stared up at his friend who stood a few feet from the door, hands folded, his usually grinning face fixed in a scowl, and knew everybody was in on it.

He felt the shock of the impending dilemma reach even to his fingertips as he closed the door. But maybe it was still a joke, the boy hoped.

He turned his head to find his brother still playing out the part. Nicky had removed his jacket and stood ten feet from him, in jeans and a blue jersey, his eyes in the same disapproving look his bodyguard had given. Aaron felt the touch of fear then in the presence of his mentor and teacher, the brother who had guided him in his rising success and career. Even for a boy his age, Aaron had realized that his brothers' advice and his mother guidance was the driving force behind the achievements.

Now his older brother was showing a side that was very rare and scary.

Aaron always thought his pranks were harmless....and they were, until today. Today's creation had brought embarrassment to his brother, the other members of the band and to Nicky's girlfriend.

She walked away in tears.

No, not walked. More like broke away and fled.

Aaron turned away from his brother, feeling sudden shame but not wanting to let it show. The room was suddenly stifling and he wanted so much to be out of there.

"I'm sorry Nicky?" Aaron mumbled, flopping back on to the couch, leaning his chin on his hands.

"Ain't going to cut it this time little brother." Nicky brushed the apology aside, "Mom said I should do what she would have done if it was her you did it to." Nick lowered himself into an armchair staring across at a mirror and into the face of a stranger, the teen star of a popular music group, now in the bizarre position of both judge and executioner to his little brother. The eyes of the stranger was a mix of anger and sadness, an unsettling combination. "She said you should get a spanking."

"From who?" Aaron sucked in his breath and turned his chin toward his brother.

"From me."

Aaron squirmed uncomfortably, turning his eyes from his brother to stare at the floor.

"Lets do it." Nicky announced, standing to his feet.

Aaron flinched back against the couch, watching his brother approach with a surety the boy hadn't really seen much of lately, even with the brown eyes hinting uncertainty.

"Oh, come on!" Aaron whined, gazing at his brother with pleading, puppy dog eyes. "I'll apologize to her! I'm sorry I did it really!" The boy's eyes moistened, sprouting second thoughts into the mind of his older sibling.

Nicky turned his head, stared at the floor for a moment, then turned back after gaining a degree of strength, and simply stated "No." He avoided his baby brothers' eyes, "I have to do this. No choice."

Aaron's lips curled, as if stifling a whine caught in his throat, then his eyes dropped. He saw the belt in his brother's clenched fist, a piece of leather alien to the teens limb, as if it had sprouted from his fingertips.

"Stand up." Nicky demanded.

Aaron made no move to comply.

"Now!" Nicky uttered, taking a step towards his brother.

The tone of his brother's voice startled Aaron and he stood to his feet more out of impulse then compliance.

"Pull your pants down." Nicky said the words slow, as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to speak such things.

"NO!" Aaron screeched, plopping back to the couch.

"You either do it, or I get the boys in here, and they'll hold you down while I pull your pants down Aaron!" replied Nicky, his voice rigid and angry.

The boy's eyes were filling with tears against his wishes. He squirmed against the couch in his baggy pants and did what he could to avoid his brother's gaze.

"Look Aaron, I mean it, if you don't do it, I'll take them down and if I can't the boys can! Your choice!"

"Why do I have to have my pants down?" The boy bellowed, turning his distressed eyes to his brother.

"Because you can't feel it unless you do, now do it!"

Aaron made no move. He just sat with his fist on his jaw, his face a troubled scowl.

Nicky moved toward the boy and Aaron stood quickly to his feet.

"Ok!" The little mischief declared reaching for his midriff. His pulled up his shirt, exposing tummy, and the elastic waistband of his briefs and pants. His small fingers worked at the snap, then with a great amount of effort, unzipped the front of his pants.

Aaron looked up at his brother as if looking to find a sign of change in the older brother's mind. But there was none.

He let his pants slide from his hips and dropped his shirt. The boy felt embarrassed standing in the middle of the dressing room in front of his brother with his pants hanging at his ankles.

"Your underpants too," Nicky said, the words alien to even him.

"NO!" Aaron replied and bent to reach for his pants.

Nicky grabbed the youngster then, feeling every degree of frustration and impatience funneling through his teenage body as he secured his younger brothers arms by the wrist and maneuvered him to the couch.

"Let me go!" Aaron howled, squirming with all the effort he could muster.

Nicky fell back to the couch and pulled the small boy to him, working the kid's shirt over his head. Aaron struggled and fought the effort, but soon his shirt was off and he was left wearing only his briefs, his pants still hanging at his feet.

"Please," Aaron pleaded, realizing that his brothers strength was overpowering every effort he made to escape, "Let me go!"

Nicky was through with listening. He maneuvered his left arm over the boy's arms and head and struggled to get the scrawny legs under control with his own legs.

Then, suddenly, Aaron stopped struggling. Nicky hesitated a moment, using the moment to catch his breath.

"Come on Nick," Aaron was crying now, his beautiful singing voice now pleading with every effort his ten years could muster, "I didn't mean to make her mad."

"It's all the times you've done it Aaron!" Nicky grunted, "Everybody's real tired of it."

"I won't do it anymore!" Aaron pleaded, "I promise!"

"You already promised two times!" Nicky nearly yelled his response.

"But I really, really promise this time!"

"No way, no dice!" Nicky said and reached for the elastic waistband.

"Don't take my underwear down!" Aaron screeched and twisted his hips, but Nicky was quick and the boy's pale butt was bare. Aaron jabbed his brother's leg with his hands, but the elder brother ignored the effort and took his aim.

The slap was loud. Aaron jerked against Nicky's leg and hollered with all his lungs could muster. Nicky didn't hesitate, steeling himself for the task and bringing his hand down on his little brother's pale rear end.

Slap after slap crossed the youngster's bottom and the pale was soon a splattering of pink hand prints, then a solid crimson. Aaron kicked and screamed and howled while his butt felt the sharp sting of his brother's hand against his flesh.

Then the spanking stopped. Aaron lay bawling for all he was worth, exhausted in his prone predicament. But after a few seconds, he struggled to get up.

"Not done yet," Nicky stated, and reinforced his grip on his little brother, "Mom said I have to use the belt."

"NO NO NO!" Aaron squealed, squirming with all his effort.

"If you don't take 10 swats from the belt," Nicky sighed, "Then you get 10 swats from each of the guys with the belt."

Aaron only sobbed, laying weakly across his brothers lap.

"Bare?"

"Yup."

"How come!?"

"Because," Was all Nicky told him. His mother hadn't really specified a belt, but he should have given him the belt in the first place. He deserved it for what he had done to his girlfriend. She was never coming back after stunt like that and this fact had worked heavy in his mind with each swat he gave the little brat's butt. He was going to make him remember and the belt would put enough fire into the little boy's skin to drive home the memory.

Nicky released the boy and was prepared if he decided to make a run for it. But Aaron only got up slowly, totally unashamed at this point with his nakedness and rubbed his sore bottom.

"That's all, right?" He asked through tears. His blonde hair was wet against his cheeks and forehead, his soft cheeks pink and damp, "Just ten?"

"That's it," Nicky responded and stood to his feet and reached for the belt tucked away in the chair he had been sitting in earlier.

"Okay," Aaron complied, though unwillingly, still rubbing his hands across his buttocks.

"Bend over the arm of the couch," Nicky told him. Aaron walked slowly, his pants and underwear still clinging to his ankles. Nicky took notice of the boy's tiny penis, a miniscule javelin innocently pointing the way from between the boys legs. He wondered if it was a conscious response or just an involuntarily erection Aaron was completely unaware of.

The boy bent over the arm, clenching the cheeks still under the protection of his hands.

"Move your hands," Nicky demanded, "And if you move them back there anytime I will just start over, now move them!"

Aaron complied and began his sobbing anew.

The belt slapped the center of his already sore bottom with a resounding THWACK!

"OW!" Aaron bellowed, gripping the material of the couch with all he was worth.

THWACK! The second swat was harder and cut across both cheeks with such a fierce burn Aaron rammed his hips against the couch, knocking his knees.

THWACK!

Aaron screamed and his hands hovered at his sides.

THWACK! The belt cut the flesh of his right cheek, the burn scorching as the leather left the surface. Aaron screamed at the top of his lungs, his legs dancing madly while he fought the urge to reach back and ward off the blows.

THWACK! The next seethed the flesh at the top of his right leg. The boy howled, jabbing his kneecaps into the side of the couch while the pain spread from his backside into the stomach and throughout.

"Please stop!" Aaron pleaded, digging his fingernails into the cloth of the couch.

THWACK!

Aaron's high shrill followed.

THWACK!

"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!" The boy danced against the heat.

THWACK! Nicky noticed the deep red the boy's bubble bottom was taking on, crisscrossed with the stripes the belt left in the youth's flesh.

THWACK! Nicky let the belt swing hard. Aaron scream was choked with sobs.

THWACK! The final slap of the belt crossed both cheeks, hard and sharp.

Aaron's hands grabbed instantly for his butt, apparently keeping close count. Nicky watch the youth rub at the fire, dancing hysterically in the middle of the room, his penis, now flaccid, bobbing with each move.

"You sorry now?" Nicky asked, dropping the belt and flopping into the chair.

Aaron said nothing at first, struggling to control his sobbing and the pain ravaging his blistered butt.

"Aaron?"

"Yes!" The boy howled, "I'm sorry. I mean it!"

Nicky said nothing for awhile, letting his little brother recover. Aaron danced for a little while, rubbing ferociously at his butt before calming down. When he did, he just stood, still nude but unabashed, gently rubbing at the sting that would sure remain for a while, and wiping at relentless tears.

When Nicky decided Aaron was calm enough, he asked, "You mad at me now?"

Aaron said nothing for a while, turning his eyes away from his brother, a dark look in his face. But then he muttered, "No."

A few moments later he pulled his gingerly pulled up his briefs and pants and let Nicky give him a hug. They stood in the middle of the room for a few minutes in an embrace while Aaron finished his crying.

The pranks never ended. They were just less harmful. And the Tour went on.


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