After what felt like an eternity at school on a Monday, Rodrick picked up Greg and took him home. Neither boy spoke on the way home. Instead, Greg let Rodrick play his rock 'n' roll music very softly as he thought. He was ill-prepared to be Rodrick's master. He needed new forms of punishment. He couldn't just spank Rodrick every day. That would not be a punishment after so long. So, he really had to think. No one was home as they pulled into the drive.
"I'm worried about Manny," Rodrick confessed.
"Maybe we should go check things out at the hospital later."
"If that's what you wish, Sir."
Funny, but that movie The Princess Bride came to Greg's mind. The part where the servant boy kept telling the girl "as you wish."
Rodrick headed straight into the house, but Greg pulled his backpack over his shoulders and went into the garage. He opened a few dusty boxes to see what was inside of them. Maybe some kind of tool he could use on Rodrick. Near the drums, he saw a crumpled piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of Greg, so he went over to see what the paper was. As he pulled the ball apart, he read the chick-scratch handwriting scrawled out on the paper. It was definitely Rodrick's handwriting.
It was lyrics of some sort.
Internal torment leaks externally
My heart batters my inside
So, I batter your outsides
Which batters your insides
All the while, you never know
know know know
My love for you.
Now, I let it all go and let you
Batter me up
Use me
Touch me
Anything as long as it is you
To me
I want to let you know
Then, nothing. "What? What do you want me to know?" Greg folded it quickly and put the paper in his pocket.
"Am I being too mean to you?" Greg wondered aloud. Finally, he shook his head. "This is what you want, isn't it? For me to pay you back for all you think you did to me."
Greg smiled to himself. For the first time in his life, he realized just how desired he was. Finally, he saw what he wanted.
Inside, the house was very quiet. Greg marched right up to Rodrick's room, without taking his backpack off. On his bed, Rodrick was writing on a note pad. Perhaps trying to make the song better. Or maybe it was something different. Homework even? He quickly placed it to the side and stood up. "Yes, Sir?"
"Take your shirt off." Greg commanded, holding his hands behind his back.
Rodrick quickly took his shirt off. Greg stepped to his skinny brother with light muscle definition. Maybe they could start working out together. Greg pulled his hands from behind his back and opened the clothes pins and let them clamp down on Rodrick's nipples. His muscles all tensed, making his appear to be more defined. Greg dropped to his knees and undid Rodrick's pants. They dropped to his ankles. He stood still in his white briefs. Greg's tongue lightly licked the dented in area of Rodrick's hip bone. A light hum pushed through Rodrick's lips. Greg opened his mouth and bit down hard on the spot. The hum turned into a cry of anguish. Greg didn't let go. He just chomped harder. But, he was careful not to break skin. Blood would break the rules. Something felt electric. The tip of Rodrick's penis stuck out of the top of his briefs.
Greg pushed Rodrick back against the bed and took two of his shirts and tied his hands to the headboard. Then, Greg left the room.