Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2009 13:28:44 -0700 (PDT) From: T Claybourn <email@example.com> Subject: You Want Me To Do What? Chapter 12 I arrived home a few hours after I left the cabin. I don't know how long it took; I cried most of the way. I ran upstairs and grabbed my book bag, computer, clothes, and some personal stuff. I packed up my trunk with everything, then ran back up stairs and grabbed a few other things I would need. As I headed out the door, my cell phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Jon. "Dude, I am so glad you called; I need a place to stay!" I told him, even before he answered the phone. "Ok, fine; but what's wrong?" he asked. "Tell you when I get there," I told him, and headed out. The drive to his house only took ten minutes. When I got there, he was standing outside waiting for me. He could see I was in a state of panic, so he jerked his head toward the back of the house, and we made our way up to his old tree house. Once we got up there, I started to cry again; he just held on to me. "Dude, what's wrong? You and Ry break up?" he asked. I just shook my head. He was the only one of my friends that knew what was going on. "Come on, Chad, talk," he ordered. Between hiccups and sniffles and small bursts of hysteria, I managed to tell him about the weekend Ry and I had. I did not tell him that Dad and Uncle Dan was the other couple; I just said friends of Ry's. "That bastard" Jon said, as he held me close to him. "You can stay here for a while; mom and dad are gone till next Friday. You can stay until then, but, after that, if you're not patched up, you got to go somewhere else." I just smiled at him, and nodded my head. His parents were something else; but most parents don't always like their children's friends, especially if they find out one or two are gay. So I moved into Jon's room with him. Later that morning, my cell rang; I just looked at it as Ry's number came up. I let it go to voice mail; once it chirped, I listened to the message. "Pet, where the hell, are you?" There was a pause "We got up and you and the car were gone! Baby, please call me so we can get this taken care of. Please! I am worried sick. Love you." I deleted the voice mail. My phone rang again; this time it was dad; and again I waited. "Son, its Dad. Please, call me! I am so sorry I didn't put a stop to it sooner. Please, Son, call me. I love you." Again, I pushed seven on the phone to delete the message. Dan called next; more or less the same thing. I sat on the bed, thinking. Then I remembered that if Ry or the Dads came by, they could see my car. So I ran downstairs, and Jon and I parked it in the backyard. Jon lived in walking distance to the house; we just had to make sure we didn't get seen. It was about five that night, when I heard a knock on the front door. Jack, Jon's older brother answered it. "Hey, is Chad here?" I heard Ry ask. I stood in the open bedroom door, listening. "Nah, man, haven't seen him for a while," Jack said, closing the door a little when Ry tried to look over his shoulder into the house. "Well, if you see him, tell him we are looking for him. Alright, dude." Ry said, as he turned to walk away. Jack shut the door, and turned to see me standing there with tears in my eyes. I could feel Jon arms around my shoulders. "Ok, why am I lying to your cousin about you being here?" he asked. I just tipped my head back an looked at Jon, who shrugged his shoulders, and then I motioned for Jack to have a seat on the bed, and told him the story. "That fucking bastard! You want me to hurt him?" Jack asked. I almost started to cry again, but didn't, and I shook my head 'no'. I could not eat, even when Jack tried to bully me into it. Every time I ate, I got sick. Every time my cell rang I jumped out of my skin, it was either the Dads or Ry. About eight that night, I was going to bed, when it rang; it was mom, so I answered it. "Mom." "Yes, baby, it's me. Are you alright? Please tell me you're ok," she said. "Yeah, I'm ok," I told her, as I sniffed. "Baby, we're all worried about you. Please come home and we can work this out. Please, baby," she said. "I'm fine; I can't; I don't want dad upset with me." I told her that actually it was not Dad, but Dan I was afraid of. "Ok, love, but if you need me, just call; I won't tell them where you are," she said, and hung up the phone. Jack dropped us off at school on his way to work. I couldn't concentrate on anything; I just held the chair down. By Thursday, I was a nervous wreck, and I was sick as a dog. One day my history teacher asked what was wrong, and I broke down and told him the whole story; the man was in shock! "He's your cousin and boyfriend?" he asked. I just nodded my head. "He's twenty-one and your dad and uncle put you up to this so he could finish college?" he asked. I just nodded my head again. "Now you want out, and he will not let you?" I shook my head 'no'. "We were up at a cabin with a couple he knows, and they are into this slave/master stuff. One of them talked Ry into joining in, and dragged me into it, and I said 'no', but Ry did it anyway." I just looked at the floor. "He raped me," I said into my hands, and I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Jon's parents are going to come home tomorrow, and I don't have anywhere to go; I can't go home," I told him. Then he said, "You can stay with us until we can figure out how to handle this. I'm not going to get involved in the incest part of it, but I will help you come to terms with it." I just gave him a smile. "Thank you," I said. Once I got to his house, he got me settled in a small guest room. His partner was happy to have me. I remembered that he and my teacher were also in an S&M relationship. I also found out that his partner was a therapist in this kind of stuff. We chatted over dinner on Friday night. "Figures it is kind of scary if you don't know what you are getting into." He stops and sat down beside me looking over at me teacher he went on. "Would you like to go to a club and see how it really works?" he asked. I just looked at him. "Yeah, I did like it, but since I was forced into it, I was scared," I told him. He just smiled and nodded. "Would you like to go to a club and see how it really works?" he asked. I just looked at him. "I can't pass for twenty-one. Hell, I'm lucky I pass for sixteen," I told him. "Don't worry; I've got my ways," he said, with a laugh. So Saturday night, we headed out for a club in another town. Once we got in, I had to let my eyes get use to the dark, and my lungs get use to the smoke-filled room. Both my teacher and I were dressed in chaps, vest, a black thong, and boots. Our Master was dressed in similar clothes, but he had jeans on under the chaps. He signed us in as "thing one and two"; he was Master Stan. We then made our way to a room filled with young men. A few were dressed similar to what I had on; the rest were dressed like Master Stan. He went over to an older man and chatted with him for a few minutes, then waved me over. My teacher pushed me over to him. "His safe word is Popsicle," Stan said, and then left us alone. The man smiled at me and took me over to a table, where he sat me down and explained everything that he was going to do to me. "No sex at all; I don't do jail bait," he said with a smile. "If you get to where you have to shoot, tell me your safe word and I will stop and let you calm down; and then if you want, we'll start up again. If you get to where you can't settle down, tell me, and I'll let you go do your thing. Don't worry; we have about four hours. The whole time I was with Master X, I had to go settle myself twice. There were holes in the walls in the stalls, but I kept my promise to the contract. I only jerked myself, and let the other guy watch through the hole. By the time we left, I understood the game and was more than ready to let Ry be my Master Ryan. When we got home, it was almost ten. I grabbed my phone and headed to the room I was using. "Hello, a sleepy voice answered." "Dad," I said. "Chad, where are you, love? Do you need me to come and get you? Are you hurt?" He tossed questions at me faster than I could answer. "I am at a friend's house; I am fine; no, you need not come and get me; and I am not hurt," I told him. "I want to meet and talk, but not if Ry going to be there," I told him. "Ry's beside himself; he's sick with worry; we all are," dad said. "Dad, I want to talk to you alone. Please don't tell Ry where I am," I told him. "Ok, baby, come home. I'll stay up," he said. "No, I want to meet you at a motel," I told him. You decide which one; text me and let me know what room, and what time to be there tomorrow, and dad, don't tell Ry, please. Let me tell him when I am ready to face him again," I said. "Ok son. I'll get the room first thing tomorrow," he told me. I could hear mom say something, and dad told her to hush. That pissed her off. "Let me chat with mom," I said. "Yes, mom, I'm fine; yes, mom, I'll go back as soon as I get some answers; yes, mom, I still love you; no, mom I am not on drugs." I was not telling her that Jon and I got high every night after school. Sunday I received a message from dad, which said, "Room 210; keys at front desk; I told them I had visitation rights with my teenage son, today only; they let me have the room at ten; I will be there ASAP; love, dad." I got into my car and headed to the motel. When I got to the front desk, a lady asked me all kinds of questions. I told her what my dad had said, and she wanted to see ID. So I handed her my DL...she looked at me, and then handed me a key. "How come your dad is not with you?" she asked. "None of your business," I told her, as I grabbed the key out of her hands. I heard 'smart ass' as I walked out. When I got to the room, I opened it and flicked on the light. Then I turned on the AC; it was hot as hell in there. I dropped my bag on the bed, grabbed up my phone, and texted: "Here; where are you?" Then I got a beep, "Just got here," it said. I opened the door just enough to see out, and dad climbed out of his truck. I waited until he got to the door before I opened it all the way. He stepped in and hugged me tight, and then dragged me over to the bed, flipping me over his lap. I got swatted hard and fast. Then I got picked up just as fast as I got laid over. "That is for scaring the hell out of me; then he hugged me again. I just sniffed and rubbed my butt; the spanking hurt like hell. "God, dad, that hurt," I told him. "Good. Maybe you'll understand how scared I was when I found you gone," he said, as he stood up. "Alright, what's on your mind?" he asked. "This," I said, as I took his mouth into mine and kissed him. He pulled back at first, but soon let me take over, and we were soon on the bed kissing like to teenagers. "Chad, what the hell!" Dad said, as he pushed me away. "I want you to fuck the hell out of me before I go back to Ry," I told him. He just looked at me. "I told Dan I wanted to have sex with him and you, and Ry wanted to have sex with you. He got what he wanted; I got half of what I wanted, besides being raped by my lover. I want you to fuck me until checkout time tomorrow; just you and me. Please, dad, this is the only chance we are going to get, because when I go back to Ryan, I know things will change between him and me, and I will probably never get another chance for this. "Are you sure, Son?" he asked. I dropped my pants, and my dick was hard as a rock, sticking straight up. "I guess you are sure," Dad said. As he stood up, I quickly grabbed his belt and started to undo his pants. He let me undress him slowly; I was so turned on it was not funny. "I've always wanted to make love to you, Dad. I wanted you to be the first to fuck me, but Ry got that first. But it's alright; I really love Ry, and I always will, but my first love will always be you," I said, as I dropped to my knees, taking his dick into my mouth. Dad fell back on the bed, and I stopped long enough to lock the door, and pull his pants and shoes off all the way. Once we were naked, I climbed up on the bed and lay down beside dad, and rubbed his chest. "Tonight, I want to be your little slut," I told him. "The only thing is I don't want any bondage stuff. I figured out I like it, but not that much. I want Ry and me to go at it slowly. I think we went too fast at first, and it scared me. I mean, you and Dan have been doing it for a long time, and it just scared me, that's all," I told him, as I played with his nipples. "That's alright; it scared the hell out of me at first. I'm not crazy about it, but that's what Dan wants, so I go along with it," he told me. I just looked at him. "Son, it's not easy to tell Dan 'no.' I tried, but he just laughs, and we go back to our usual routine. I've tried since I was nineteen. So just sit Ry down, and lay down the law, and be firm with him. He lifted up my face and kissed me. "Let me make a call to your mom; she's worried," he said, and got up and grabbed his phone. "Hi. Yeah, he's fine; a little thin, but fine," Dad said. "No, he wants me to stay here with him. We need to have a dad and son chat. Yes, I'll feed him whatever he wants." He gasped when I took his dick into my mouth. I just smiled. "Yes, No, Yes, No," he said between my sucking. I wondered if mom knew what we were doing. "Yes, love, I'll tell him you love him. Love you, too, dear. Bye. Oh, if Dan calls, you don't know where we are, and that goes for Ryan, also. Yes, I'll explain everything to you later. Bye, love," Dad said, and hung up the phone. I sucked dad a while longer. "Baby, I'm gonna cum," he said. I only sucked harder, as he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth hard until he shot. He slowed down some, but did not totally stop. I drank all of what he shot, and milked him dry; he collapsed on the bed with a thud. "Wow, you got a mouth, son," Dad said with a grin. "Baby, if I had known what you wanted to do, I would have brought some stuff," he said. I only smiled at him, got up and grabbed my bag, and then I dumped the contents onto the bed. It had everything we needed for a fuck fest for two. "Yeah, you know what you want," he said, when he picked up a double headed dildo. Dad laid me on the bed and grabbed up the lube, first using one finger. It hurt like hell, because it was now two weeks since I'd had sex. He smiled at me, and took my dick into his mouth. If I had not been lying down, I would have jumped off the bed. "Oh, God, dad; that feels so good," I panted. By then, dad had at least three fingers in me. I moved my legs apart, and he climbed in between them. With one hand, he lifted up my legs and placed them on his shoulders. "Ready?" he asked. I smiled up at him, and nodded. I felt the head of dad's dick at my opening, and I bent my legs at the knees so he could get better access. He smiled and shifted his weight and pushed in. "Ohhhh!" I yelped. He stopped and looked at me. "I'm fine, go slow," I told him, and he did. Little by little, dad pushed his entire dick into me; it was at least eight inches long. Once he hit balls to ass, he stopped and let me get use to the fullness. It only took a few minutes for me to get use to it. I mean, hell, Ry and Dan are huge. "I know I'm not a big as Ry or Dan, but I know how to use it," Dad said with a grin, and use it he did. He managed to hit my sweet spot every time; I shot loads after loads. "Ok, champ, you want to fuck me?" Dad asked, after about the fourth fuck. I just looked at him. "Well, do you? I know that Ry won't let you fuck him. Besides, since I can't be your first, I would at least like to be your first," he told me. "Are you sure?" I asked. He just turned around and showed me his ass. "Do what you want to me; I am yours for the night," he said with a grin, as he looked over my shoulder. I could not help myself; I got on my knees and buried my face in dad's ass, and licked his hole. I had waited so long to do this. "Wow, such a long tongue, baby. Finger me as you eat," dad said. I did as he asked, and he wiggled so bad I thought we were going to fall on the floor. He gasped and shot a load on the bed. I scooped it up and smeared it on his ass, and continued to lick. "Fuck me now, son," Dad said with a howl. I did; I climbed between his legs, and aimed my dick at his ass. Once I was sure he was able to breathe, I put my dick at the entrance to his butt hole, and pushed. He gasped a little. "Damn, son, you're almost as big as Ry," Dad said with a smile. I fucked him for a long time, while we changed positions several times. Finally, dad and I were chest to chest, and I was still going strong. "Chad, stop," Dad said. I stopped and pulled out. Dad got up and grabbed the dildo, took some tape, and fixed it to his foot. He smiled at me, and lay back down on the bed. "Ok, fuck me," dad said. I went back to work, feeling the dildo head at my hole. I sat back a little, and dad shifted his foot so it would be right under me as I fucked him. He fucked me with his dildo, using his foot for leverage. I gasped, and shot so hard, dad saw stars! He just smiled at me, and fucked me harder with his foot, while I stayed hard in him. "OK, baby, pull out." I did as I was told. Dad took the dildo off his foot, and sat on it. Then he turned me around, and pulled me down onto his dick. As he fucked himself with the dildo, he fucked me. I shot another load so hard it hit the wall on the other side of the room, We laid there panting and kissing for a few minutes. "Baby, it's after five; let's get cleaned up and get some food in you." I shook my head 'no'. "Yes. We have time left, since we don't have to check out until tomorrow at eleven," Dad said. "We can order in," he said. As he grabbed the phone, he pushed a few numbers, and chatted in Italian with someone. I understood eleven and twelve, red wine. He then gave out his card number and the motel he was in, and the room number. He laughed and said 'maybe.' "Ok, you go take a shower or bath, and wash yourself out," he said, as I made my way to the bathroom. After a bit, dad joined me. He stepped in behind me, and helped me wash up. He smiled when I placed my hands on the wall and pushed my ass out toward him. "No, get clean so we can eat." Just as dad pulled on a pair of boxer, there was a loud knock on the door. I jumped a foot, thinking Ry had found me. I ducked back into the bathroom and locked the door. I could hear dad laugh as he opened the door after a few minutes. "Ok, Chad, it's just the food. Dad had ordered two dinners - Lasagna and Ravioli - both came with side salad, rice pilaf, steamed veggies, and a bottle of red wine. "Which one do you want?" Dad asked, as he poured the two glasses of wine in those plastic cups. "Can we just share both?" I asked, since I like both. "Sure," dad said as he sat. We mostly ate in silence, but every now and then he asked a question. My answers were 'yes', 'no', or a shrug. After we ate, Dad went to his truck and pulled out a small suit case. I knew he had brought his DVD player and some movies; I was hoping he brought some porn, which he did. "I am not sure how Dan made this one without me knowing, but its Dan and me. I thought maybe you like to see your old man gets nailed," he said, as he hooked up the DVD player. My heart stopped as I held up the DVD. `Oh God, that's where it went' I thought, as I handed back the DVD. "Sounds hot," I told him, as I sat on the bed. Dad slid it into the player, sat down beside me, and turned it on. It was the one I was thinking about; the one I made. "Oh, wow, dad! That's mine and Ry's room," I told him. "Yeah, we use to use it, before Ry moved in. The thing is I usually know when he makes these. This one is better quality then the ones he made before," Dad said. By the time the DVD was over, we were going at it again. I passed out with Dad's dick buried balls deep in me. When I rolled over, I laid my arm across Dad's chest. Something was wrong' it was too hairy. I opened my eyes to see Ry smiling at me. I jumped off the bed. Ry grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. "Your dad left this," he said, handing me a note. I grabbed it and headed for the bathroom; I was about ready to cry, thinking my dad betrayed me. I sat down on the pot and fixed myself so I would not pee on my feet, and opened the note. "Chad, I am sorry for doing this, but I thought you and Ry could use the alone time to get this out in the open. I thought maybe you two could hash it out here in the motel, in case something goes wrong and you walk out of his life forever. The apartment needs to be a where you love each other; not fight and walk away from one another. Tell him what you told me last night. Don't worry if you cry. It happens it does not make you a baby or a sissy if you cry right now; you need to let it all out. Ry will understand; if not, then he doesn't need you in his life." Dad I finished what I was doing, and walked back out into the room. Ry was still sitting on the bed in his shorts.