Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 20:46:09 -0700 (PDT) From: T Claybourn <email@example.com> Subject: You Want Me to do What Chapter 17 You want me to do what Chapter 17 By Terry Claybourn If you are not old enough to read this please leave. This is my story please do not re-do it and repost it to another site, or sell it. Warning this is a discipline story if this so no hate mail it's just my thing, if it is not your cup of tea please go I will not be affined. Thanks' Jere for the editing. ****************************************************************** The next thing I knew, it was almost four in the morning. Ry was asleep beside me; the house was dark. I began to slide out of bed, and my arm got grabbed; I about pissed myself. I turned to see Ry staring at me. "I just got to go pee," I told him. He slipped out of bed and followed me to the bathroom, where he leaned against the door as I pissed. As I washed my hands, he did the same. Once we climbed back into bed, Ry pulled me close to him. I laid my head on his shoulder, and he kissed the top of my head. I snuggled close to him, and his hand moved down and rested on my butt. My leg went over his; I turned slightly, and that was it. I awoke in the same position I went to sleep in. I had just started to go back to sleep, when the phone rang. Ry rolled over and picked it up. "Yeah," Ry mumbled. I glanced at the clock; it was almost ten. "No, you can't. Because I said so. Ass!" Ry said, as he put the phone down. Then I heard the tone that plays when Jon calls. "Tell him I said `no'," Ry said, as I grabbed my phone. "Hey." "Want a visitor?" Jon asked "Not today," I told him, as I started to flip the phone shut. "Why?" Jon questioned. "Because I don't feel like it," I told him, as I flipped the phone shut. Ry let out a growl, and got up. I watched his naked ass wiggle as he walked out of the room toward the bathroom. "You hungry, Pet?" Ry yelled over the running water. "Yes, can I have you?" I asked, as I got up. "Sorry, love, not this morning," I heard Ry say faintly from the other room. The first thing I saw was my pills on the plate, and a glass of water. I took the pills, knowing it would do no good to argue with him; he'd win. "Figures," I mumbled, when I saw what was set before me. Oatmeal (nasty) and dry toast (yummy not). The phone rang. "I've got it," I yelled, after I put my stuff in the sink. I made a mad dash, and dived for the sofa. "Hello. Oh, hey, dad," I said, with a big smile "Ry there?" "He's doing the dishes," I told him. "Why? what's up?" I asked. "I need to let Ry and you know that your appointment has been cancelled; they still have not gotten back the results. He's not sure why it's taking so long, but until then, you are still on the diet he gave you before you left the hospital." When dad told me this, my heart sank to my toes. "Ok, I'll tell him," I said. "NO! I will tell him; hand him the phone!" Dad's voice was stern. "Don't you trust me?" I asked. "I know you son, and `No'," dad said. I could tell by his voice that he was smiling. "Ry, dad wants you," I yelled, and tossed him the phone. He took my arm and helped me up off the sofa, and sat where I was. As he sat, he pulled me onto his lap. "Hey, Chris," Ry said, as he put the phone to his ear. I, on the other hand, started to kiss his neck, moving up to his ear. All Ry was saying was, `Ok', `I see' and `mmmm'. "Will you stop! No, not you, Chris; Chad. Alright. Thanks for calling." Ry hung up the phone, and I got up to go do something, but got grabbed around the waist, then flipped onto my back. Ry's hands went to the waistband of my pants, and just as quick as a cat blink, he had them off and tossed across the room. My legs were up and over his shoulders. My ass was against his crotch, and he pushed into me. "Tease me, little boy, will you." Ry gave me a smile. "When you tease, I please." Ry gave me a big smile, and his mouth found mine. Then his finger found my ass. We kissed, and I fucked his finger for awhile. Then I felt two fingers in me; then a third. "Oh, god, Chad! you ready?" he asked. All I could do was nod my head. I felt the cool wet tip of his dick at my rosebud. When Ry starts to precum, who needs lube? I felt the head push in, so I pushed back. I could feel my ass open up to allow the head to enter. Ry rocked back and forth to push in, inch by inch. I helped out by pushing back. Ry's head was down, his eyes were fixed on me, and he was panting. He stopped when his balls hit my ass, and licked his lips. I laid there, getting use to the fullness. I know it had only been a week since we had sex, but hell! He's so big! "Oh, babe, you're still so tight," Ry told me, as he started to move. My legs were up over his shoulder, so I was more or less bent in half. He then put his hands on the arm of the sofa and started to fuck me. My dick was pinned in between my stomach and abs, so it was pushing into me. I moved just a bit to release it, and the head was right at my mouth. "Go ahead, babe; lick it," Ry said. I looked at it. I have heard of guys sucking themselves off, but never saw it done. I stuck out my tongue, and licked it. I was repulsed by the taste, and I drew my tongue back into my mouth, and shook my head `no'. Ry pounded me for a few minutes; then he stopped and sat back just a little. He slipped his arms and hands under me, and lifted me up, so that I was now face to face with him. I wrapped my legs around him, and he shifted a bit so he could be on his ass. He wiggled as he moved his legs out from under him, and helped me shift my weight, so that now I was fucking him good and strong. His hands were under my ass, lifting me up and down; we fucked this way for a while. Then I put my feet on the sofa beside him, pushed him back, and rode him hard. I felt his hand on my dick, jerking me as I fucked his rod hard. "Ry... I... need... "Cum with me, love! Shoot your load all over me," Ry said. As he pushed my dick close to his belly, his finger came out straight, but he still held on with his thumb and the flat of his hand. His hand was a blur while he jerked, and my mind went into a fog as I came all over him. My ass tightened around his dick, and he shot everything he had into me. All I heard was "oh, god!" and that was it. I collapsed on top of him, my mouth close to his nipple. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it, and he jerked a few times. Since he was still balls deep into me, I could feel his dick harden when I sucked him. "Chad, stop!" he said. My mouth was in mid-lick when he gave the order. I stopped and looked at him; he just smiled, and grabbed me around my body. "Hold on," he said. I wrapped my arms around him as he got up; then I placed my legs around his waist to hold on, as he walked across the living room to the bedroom. He laid down on his back, feet against the footboard. "Ok, go for it," he said. I started to lick again. This time, his feet braced him, and he lifted just slightly, and fucked me again, as I sucked each nipple. I went from one to the other, licking my way between the two. My own dick grew hard between us, but because of the cum that I already shot, it felt slippery, so I fucked his belly. I felt Ry's body shake, and I shifted just a little, to find his mouth with mine. He bent his head, and shifted his body to shove me up a little, only to drive his dick farther into me. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. Then I heard a growl deep down inside him, and, quickly, I felt his hot load fire away into my butt. He kept up the pace; he never stopped fucking me until he finished shooting into an already well-fucked ass. "Oh, god, yes!" Ry mumbled. We kissed for a few more times, until his dick went soft and gently slid out of me. I felt the soft head slip out of my loose hole, and slither across the inside of my leg. Ry just smiled at me. "Ok, pet. You need to bathe and clean yourself out," he told me. "You got to pee?" I asked, jerking my eyebrows up and down at him. He smiled, and gently slapped my ass. "Go on, you," he told me. I got up and went to do as ordered. I sat on the toilet to empty my bowels, and his juices squirted out of me for several minutes. After a bit, my intestines decided to open up and empty. I grabbed the spray before the air got too bad. Once that was done, I fixed the little hose that Ry had rigged up. It was kind of like what the dads had at the cabin, but it only had one of those enema nozzles at the end. Dan said he would try to find where he ordered those little plastic dicks, but he hasn't given us the site yet; so this does it until then. After I cleaned myself out, I took a shower. Once I was finished with that, I went back into the bedroom. Ry was passed out on the bed; his dick laid to the left, like always. It was still soft, and I could see the dried cum all over his chest, belly, and pubic area. His hair was all matted together, and I gave a half laugh; he was the one who needed a bath. I just smiled, tossed the sheet over him, and went back into the living room. I had just started to sit down, when a knock at the door prevented that. Since the peep hole was too high for me to see out, I just opened the door a little. Jon was standing there, looking pleased with himself. "What do you want?" I asked, as I opened the door. "Can I come in?" Jon asked, trying to push through the door. "No, Ry's asleep, and he said you can't come over today," I told him. Jon just smiled at me. "Ok, then, let's go for pizza," he said, giving me a killer smile. I had to think on that one. "Ok, but I got to leave a note for Ry," I told him. I shut the door, and grabbed a pin and note pad. "Ry, went out with Jon; be back in a few hours. Pet" I grabbed my shoes and socks, and headed out with Jon. Larry and his roommate, Zach, were outside on the steps. I stopped long enough to put on my foot wear "Is that that Jon character?" Zach asked. "Yeah," Larry told him. "Ry's not going to be happy," Zach said. I just smiled at them, and ran to catch up with Jon. We headed over to the place where we all hangout; the whole school mainly hung out there. If they were not there, they were at the mall. I saw a lot of the kids I hang out with. By the time we got ready to leave, I had eaten more than my share of pizza, salad, hot wings, Dr Pepper, and whatever there was on `an all you can eat' buffet, and was my stomach bitching about it. When I got dropped off, a few others of the older tenants were outside. I just smiled at them, and went upstairs to our apartment. Ry was still asleep, so I grabbed the note and headed for the bathroom. I tore the note into small pieces, and flushed them. Then I took another quick shower to get the cigarette smoke out of my hair and body; no, I don't smoke, but my friends do. I think my dad would beat my ass raw if he saw me smoking. I had no idea what Ry would do. They both know that I take a hit of a joint, now and then, but it is not a regular thing for me to do. "Another shower?" Ry questioned, as he took a piss "Yeah, I just felt grungy," I told him. The curtain was pulled back and Ry stepped in behind me. I just smiled; shower sex is so hot, but this time we just washed. After we dried and dressed, Ry headed to the kitchen to see what he could make for dinner. Since he missed lunch, he was probably starving. I sat on the sofa, trying not to let Ry know I was in pain. I got up and downed a glass of milk in no time; Ry just watched me. A few minutes later, I was drinking another glass; my stomach was bloated. I looked like I was about six months pregnant. Ry just watched me. "What did you eat for lunch?" he asked me. I just shrugged my shoulders at him when I started to leave the kitchen, but Ry prevented me from leaving. "I'll ask again. What did you eat for lunch?" He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me. I knew he had to know something was up. "Pizza, hot wings,..." that was as far as I got before Ry frog-marched me into the living room and sat down on the sofa. He then pulled my pants down to my ankles, and tossed me over his lap like I was a rag doll. The spanking I got was fast, hard, and hurt like hell! I was sobbing and yelling like some eight-year-old. His hand landed on my ass, down to the back of my legs, and back up to my ass. I lost count of how many swats landed on my poor backside. By the time the spanking was over, I was promising anything to get him to stop. I finally went limp over his lap, just as the last two swats landed even harder, if that's possible, on my sit spot. Then I felt Ry's hand on my back, gently rubbing it. His arm came under my chest, and he helped me to stand. I tried to wrap myself up against him, but this time he turned me around and placed me in a corner; now that shocked the hell out of me! "Think of why you got spanked, and why you are standing here," Ry said from behind me. He gave my shoulders a squeeze, and then he left me to stand in the corner, like the naughty little boy that I was. ********* "Come here, Love," Ry said. When I turned around, he was sitting on the sofa; it took me about two steps to get to him. I threw myself into his arms, and buried my face deep into his neck. He shifted me so that my very sore ass was not sitting on his lap, but my hip was. One hand gently rubbed the back of my legs, and the other gently patted my back or head, depending on where it was. "Do you know why I spanked you?" he asked gently, into my ear. I only nodded. "No, tell me why," he said, gently rubbing my back. "Cause I ate stuff I was not supposed to, and it caused my belly to act up. I went out with Jon after you told me he had to stay away today," I said, between hiccups and sniffles. I could feel him nod, and he gently kissed the top of my head. "Jon?" he asked. I only nodded; I could feel Ry's chest rise and then fall. "Are you going to spank me again?" I asked, burying deep into his neck. "No. I should have asked questions first. But believe you me, little boy, as long as we are on vacation, you will be by my side, no matter what. You understand me?" Ry's voice was very stern. "Yes, sir," I said. With that said, Ry gave me one more swat on the legs; not hard, but enough to get me to jump a little. "I'll go start dinner; you can help me by making a salad," he said, as we got up. "Ry, I'm not hungry," I told him, but the look I got made me follow anyway. I did fix the salad, while Ry fixed a simple dinner. And I did eat dinner, after I tried to get out of it, but Ry was in no mood for me, so I just ate a little pasta without sauce. From that day on, the only time I got to see Jon was when school started. I found out that the neighbors would call Ry to tell him that Jon was on his way up. Ry would meet him on the stairs and tell him to leave. If he would not go on his own, the building manager said he would call the police. Since Jon usually had a few joints on him, and our state has no drug policy, Jon would take off without a fight. One time it didn't work; Jon told him to go ahead, and he would just tell them about our sick little arrangement. It only took one look at Jeff to get Jon to hightail it out of there. Jeff was the manager's boyfriend. He is like six' five", and probably weighs about three hundred pounds - solid muscle. I think he is a weight trainer at the local gym; he probably wouldn't hurt a fly, but Jon didn't know that. He would text my phone to chat, but he would not call me. I was home alone with a list of chores, when there was a knock on the door. Ry had gotten a phone call, and took off without saying too much to me about it. "Dad!" I said, when I opened the door. He was standing there looking good. "Come in. What are you here for?" I asked, as he came in. "You need to get dressed. The doctor called to say that they finally got the test results, and they want to see you at two today," he said, as he turned me toward our bedroom. He sent me on my way with a swat. "But Ry's not here right now, and I wanted him to go with us," I told him, as I pulled on a pair of pants. "Sorry, son. We'll leave him a note," Dad said. When I came out, dad had written something on the tablet by the phone. It was simple. `Ry, the doctor called; I need to get Chad to his office by two pm today. If we are late getting through, I'll feed him dinner. Love, Chris.' When we got home, I ran up the stairs two at a time. Dad left, because he knew I wanted to tell Ry the news. "Ry, guess what?" I yelled, as I opened the door, but what I saw stopped me. Ry was standing behind some lady, helping her get her bra on. He had red lip prints all over his face and neck. "Chad, it's not what it looks like," Ry said, as I just looked at him. Ry came over to me, and the lady just casually picked up her blouse, like it was nothing. "Oh, really? It looks like you helped her get dressed," I said, slamming the door in his face. I slid the chair in front of the door and jammed it under the knob, so he couldn't open it. "Ok, so it does look like what it is, but not what you think," he said, through closed doors. I heard a light thud, and I knew he just hit his head on the door. "Chad, love. I can explain," he said again, with a soft thud on the door. "Please let me try."