Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2009 14:12:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Claybourn <silkystetson@yahoo.com>
Subject: You Want Me To Do What (Chapter 11)

Sorry this chapter took so long, But I had a hell of a month last month. We
lost our house and everything in it to a fire, my neighbor pulled me and my
pets out we are very grateful to him.  We finally got to move into our
rebuilt home and I been busy writing. Thanks for understanding Terry.

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If you are not of age or this type of stuff upset you please do not read
it. Thank you.

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You want me to do what?

Chapter 11

I felt my shoulder being shook, so I opened one eye and saw dad standing by
the bed in a pair of sleep pants and a t shirt. "Get up." Dad ordered. I
just closed my eye and tried to go back to sleep. "Get your ass up now,"
dad growled into my ear, like he did when I lived at home and didn't want
to get up and go to school.

"Yes sir," I mumbled, and climbed out of bed.

"You got fifteen minutes to shit, piss, shower, dress and be downstairs to
help cook breakfast," Dad said, as he went out the door. I just nodded, and
went to the bathroom. To save time, I sat on the toilet to piss, and tried
to empty my bowels, but the only thing that came out was slime. When I
stood up, I glanced at the toilet. `Oh, shit,' I thought, when I saw blood.
I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and touched my hole softly. Then I glanced
at it again, and decided it was not much, but putting the paper back to my
hole once more, I grunted a little and looked again. "Oh, hell," I thought,
as I climbed into the shower and began to wash up. `If I tell Ry, I knew
the fun and games will be over before they start.' Since I didn't have to
shave, I grabbed my sleeping shorts and a T, and headed downstairs to help
dad.

"I was just about ready to go after you," dad said, from the stove.

"Sorry; just a little sore," I told him, as I watched him scramble eggs.
"You know I can't cook that good," I said; he only smiled.

"You can butter the toast and make coffee," Dad said. "And give me the
bacon," he said, as he put another pan on the stove. After a few minutes,
the cabin was filled with the aroma of food; about a half hour breakfast
was ready and put on a warmer. "Let's go wake up the Masters, Dad said.

I may own way of waking Ry. When I went into the room, he was lying on his
back, the sheet down around his knees, and his dick lying off to one
side. I crawled up on the bed.  With my eyes on Ry's face, I licked his
left nipple. When that didn't cause his eyes to flutter, I gently sucked it
for a few seconds. Still not getting any response or movement, I slowly
kissed my way down toward his belly button. Once I got there, I licked
around the navel. Then, with just the tip of my tongue, I licked my way
down to his flaccid cock. Carefully, I took the soft cock into my mouth.
For some reason, I love it when Ry gets hard in my mouth. Once it was
semi-hard, I let the muscles in my throat relax. I swallowed, and when my
nose was touching his balls, he took a deep breath. I loved the way Ry
smelled; his scent was intoxicating. With one hand, I lightly played with
his balls. The other hand was playing with his nipple. The scent, the
taste, the feel of Ry's

 cock deep in my throat was almost more than I could stand.

I heard him slowly take in a deep breath, and I looked up at his eyes. They
were still closed, and his face looked like he was still sleeping. I pulled
back to where just the head of his dick was in my mouth, and I smiled to
myself when his hips moved.

His hand moved down to slip into my pants; I moved it out of the way. I
didn't want him to finger me, because he might notice the blood. I shifted
to where my ass was out of reach, and continued to suck him off; it didn't
take long. I felt him stiffen, and then an `mmmm' escape his lips as he
filled my mouth full of cream. I sat back and licked my lips; he just
smiled at me and patted his chest. I crawled up to him and lay down on his
body. His hand rubbed my back, and squeezed my ass a few times, before he
moved his hands up my spine.

"What did I do to get woken up like that this morning?" he asked, as he
kissed the top of my head.

"Just being you," I told him, kissing his chin. "You need a shave," I said,
as I shifted my weight a little.

There was a rap at the door. "Alright, love birds, come downstairs before
breakfast gets cold," Dan said through the door. Ry and I just looked at
each other and got out of bed.



When we entered the kitchen, Dan was sitting at the head of the table, and
dad was on his knees beside him. I just looked up at Ry; he shrugged his
shoulders, and sat at the other end of the table, and I did as dad; I
kneeled down beside Ry, and kept my eye on dad. When dad rose and took the
cover off Dan's plate, I did the same as he did. Ry smiled and I noticed
Dan smiling also, and he nodded an approval toward me. I just smiled.

When Dan gave dad a bite from his plate, Ry did the same to me; I had never
eaten breakfast this way before. It took a while to do so, but it was
definitely fun. The only thing was I didn't drink coffee like Ry. Dan and
Dad and Ry hated to drink milk, so that I got that on my own, but I had to
ask for it when I wanted it and Ry held the glass for me and only allowed
me to drink what he thought was enough. Dan and Ry finished their coffee,
while Dad and I cleaned up the kitchen. I thought it was unfair, but said
nothing.

Dan and Dad disappeared down to the basement to shower, while Ry and I went
to the main bathroom to do our thing.

I used to watch my dad shave on Saturday mornings, so that I would know how
when it came time to shave, which at sixteen had not come yet.

"Let me," I said to Ry, as he started to put the razor to his face; he gave
me a sideways glance through the mirror.

"Alright," he said, as he backed up and sat on the toilet, so I could
actually reach him. I found a basin under the sink and filled it with warm
water, and placed it on the back of the toilet, so that I would have easy
access to water. Grabbing a couple of washcloths, I stuck them in the water
to get warm. Then I stepped in between Ry's legs, and he closed his eyes
and let me take over. He said nothing as I shaved him; his heavy breathing
was telling me he was enjoying this much more than I thought he would. I
glanced down and noticed he was hard. I also noticed the pink dried cum all
around the base of his dick, on the hair, and on his ball sack. `Shit!' I
thought, as I heard, "No, you're not shaving there," He said with a smile.

"I would never think of it," I said, giving him a sly smile. After I
finished shaving him, he stood up and turned on the shower. He stepped in
and jerked his head, indicating he wanted me to join him, and I did.  A
shower is so much fun with someone you love.

Ry spun me around and placed my hands on the wall before me. "Don't move,"
he said.  Then I felt his foot between my feet, and he kicked my legs
apart. So I spread my legs as far as they could go without me falling on my
ass.  Then I felt his fingers gently rubbing my puckered lips, and I
suddenly remembered.

"No, Ry," I said, as I spun around to face him. He just gave me a confused
look. I've never told him `no' before. "I'll suck you off again, but No
fucking." I said. He gave me a sly grin, and spun me around to face the
wall again.  I shoved my body back into him, and he stepped back. I jumped
out, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me, and my hand was on the knob
when

"Chad," Ry called out. I just looked over at him. "Come on; shower; I'll
leave you alone," he said.  I put the towel down and stepped in; he kept
his word. He helped me wash, and that was it; no sex of any kind.

When we stepped back into our room, Ry gave me a push toward the bed. I
almost stumbled, but caught myself. "Sit," he barked at me. I sat! I wanted
to go `arf, arf,' but figured I'd get smacked for that one. "You want to
tell me what the hell is going on with you?" he demanded. I just shrugged
my shoulders and shook my head, like there's nothing wrong. "Roll over," he
said. I watched him for a minute. "Do I need to get the Dads?" he asked.
No, he needn't get the Dads, because my dad would open up and sing like a
canary. I rolled over on to my stomach, hoping he would not check too
well. "On your knees" The order was issued; I scooted up so my knees were
under me and my ass was up in the air. I felt Ry's finger on my hole,
rubbing it a little. "Stay there," he said, as he left. I heard the door
open, then close, and after a few minutes, it opened again. I felt a hand
on my ass, making me jump. I looked back and saw Ry

 standing there, giving me a smile. I felt something being inserted into my
ass, and then a cool feeling; I was still looking at Ry, who just smiled at
me. "Easy Pet It's just some stuff Dad has for swollen and sore glands. It
takes the swelling and soreness away," he said, as he patted my left
cheek. I felt the thing being moved a little, then it was pulled out, and
then I felt him rub some on my hole when I started to get up. "Stay put for
a minute; let it work," he said, as he dropped the stuff on the nightstand,
and continued to rub my ass cheek. After a few minutes, I felt Ry's hand on
my back, and then it happened - he gave me five rapid hard stinging swats
to the under curve of my ass. I yelled out after the second one landed, and
tried to crawl away but he held me in place. Then Ry's face was right
beside mine, as we lay on the bed. "The next time you're swollen like that
and you don't tell me, it's going to be a lot

 worse," he said. His eyes narrowed, and he said, "Understand me little
boy?"  I gulped and swallowed; the only thing I could do was nod as I
sniffed. Ry got up and I tried to, but I felt his hand on my ass again, so
I stopped. "You lie down for a while; give that stuff some time to work,"
he said, as he pulled the blankets back off the bed. I crawled up onto my
side of the bed, grabbed his pillow, and curled up around it. Once I was
under the covers, Ry kissed my forehead, and then got up to leave. I
grabbed his hand and held it tight. He sat beside me and rubbed my back,
whispering things like, "Its' ok, we're fine; everything is going to be
fine; I'm not mad; just relax." Then he would repeat himself again; for
some reason this lulled me to sleep.  I awoke, and found a note on the
night stand. I glanced at it and read:



Pet,

The dads and I headed out to get some stuff for the cabin. Dad forgot you
didn't drink coffee, so he thought maybe juices would help keep your
strength up, and, yes, I'll get you some soda.  Plus, we need some other
stuff for the next few days.

Stay indoors. The ranger came by and said a bear has been spotted in our
area. If you hear any noise inside the house, go upstairs, unless you're
downstairs. Then head to the basement; they can't get through steel doors,
I don't think.

 Love Yah, Pet

 Ry



I smiled to myself, and then got up and headed to the bathroom, and took a
well-needed piss. Then I checked out my ass, and there was no blood this
time. I saw the tube of stuff on the counter, so I looked at it. Not sure
what it was, but the instructions on it said to `use as needed.' I read the
information on the back, but all I could make out was `to help stop
swelling of anal tissues.' It was a bit difficult, but I applied some more
myself. Since there was no TV or anything entertaining, I dug through the
bag Ry had packed, and found he did bring my DS and games. `God, I love
him,' I thought, as I curled up on the sofa and played my FF 8 games.



When I heard the truck pull up in the yard, I saved my game and headed
toward the door. Dan just climbed out of the cab, then Ry jumped out, and
Dad came climbing out of the back seat.  I opened up the door so they could
bring the stuff in. "Do you need any help?" I asked, as I stepped out onto
the porch.

Ry spun around and pointed toward the house. "You were told to stay in the
cabin; now get back in there," he ordered. I took a step back. He looked at
me, and I just backed up into the cabin. I had no idea what got into Ry,
but it was scaring the hell out of me. I saw Dad glare at Ry, then Dan
turned his head, and dad lowered his eyes to the ground. Ry and Dan came in
empty handed, and Dad started to carry the stuff into the cabin. I stayed
by the door, so when Dad came up to the porch, I took the stuff from him
and brought it into the kitchen. It took a little time, but we
managed. What pissed me off was that Ry and Dan sat on the sofa and
watched.

"Chad, get us a beer," Ry ordered, as I stood by the door,

"In a minute," I told him. I was waiting for dad to bring up another bag.

"Now, little boy!" Ry said. I turned and looked over at him; I didn't like
the way he was acting, or the look I was getting, so I went and got the
beers. I handed Dan his; when I handed Ry his, we made eye contact. I just
looked at him. He grabbed the beer, as well as my hand, and held me
there. I tried to pull away, but his grip on me was strong. Like I said, we
just a stared at each other for a minute; then Ry raised an eyebrow at
me. I heard a noise, and turned toward the door. I saw dad standing there,
with his head bowed and his hand behind him. I got the meaning; I lowered
my eyes toward the floor and bowed my head, bringing the one arm around me
that Ry didn't have a hold of, and placed it behind me. I dropped to the
floor to my knees, saying, "Sorry, sir; please forgive me."  I waited for
Ry to let go of my hand. When he let go of it, I brought it around behind
me and waited for permission to stand. It was only a few seconds, but to

 me it seemed like hours went by until he told me to get. I didn't stand
right away; I swung around and `walked' away, still on my knees, until I
was clear of him; then stood and went over to my Dad.

I wanted so much for him to hold me in his arms, to tell me something, but
he only shook his head. "You got a problem, boi?" Dan bellowed across the
room.

"No, sir," Dad said, as he went back to unloading the truck.

After dad and I got everything unpacked and put away, he stripped off his
clothes there in the kitchen; then folded them and put them on a chair. He
stood before me in a thong. When he raised an eyebrow at me, I got the hint
and stripped off my clothes, but I had nothing on under my sleeping
shorts. Dad smiled, and went to his room, and came back with another thong
a lighter shade than what he had on. Once I got it on, we then went and sat
down by our Masters, who were sleeping.

 Dad and I were almost back to back. My stomach rumbled a little; I glanced
up at the clock; it was almost one in the afternoon.

"Dad, what's for lunch," I asked in a whisper. I didn't want Dan or Ry hear
me talk to him.

"We ate while we were in town," Dad told me. I just looked at him. Now this
was a first, for Ry would never have left me out.  "Do you want a
sandwich?" he whispered. I just shook my head; if Ry had wanted me to eat,
he would have thought to bring something back for me. Maybe this was
punishment for not having sex with him this morning, I thought. As I laid
my head on Ry's knee, I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath; this was
going to be a long afternoon. I jumped when I felt Ry's hand on the side of
my face; he just gently rubbed it for a minute, and then stopped. I didn't
bother looking up at him; I just moved away.  He gently tapped my cheek to
tell me to be still, and I did.

I sat with my head on Ry's knee, my hand between my knees and my legs under
my ass for so long my butt went to sleep. Then I heard a noise; I shifted
my eyes to see dad between Dan's legs. Then I shifted my eyes back to where
they belonged; trust me, I was not in the mood for anything right now.  I
heard Ry clear his throat. As I looked up at him, he glanced down at the
bulged in his jeans; I just shook my head no.  He grabbed a fist full of my
hair and pulled my head back; I opened my eyes to see a very pissed off
Ry. He nodded `yes', and tightened his hold on my head. When I whispered
`ok' to him, he let go of me.

I got between Ry's legs and undid his pants; his dick was hard and wet. I
gave him what he wanted, but I for one didn't enjoy it like I usually
would, for the simple reason he made me.

Our dinner was much like our breakfast; dad and I sat on the floor, waiting
for Ry and Dan to feed us, but I was starved, and what he was giving me was
not enough. After dinner, I did the dishes and Dad took the garbage
out. After a few minutes, I felt something hit me in the back of the
head. Spinning around, I saw dad standing there. He jerked his head toward
the outside, and made the motion to be quiet. I looked at the "Masters";
they were both enjoying their after-dinner drink. I hurried outside to
where dad was; he shut the door and had me follow him to the other side of
the house. He then took a lid off a tray.

"Eat; I know you're starving," he said.  I didn't hesitate or argue; I just
dug into it; it was what we had for dinner. I held up a fork full of food
to dad, who smiled and shook his head `no.' "I've been playing longer then
you; I'm used to this," he said.  I just smiled at him. After I polished
off dinner, we made our way back into the house; both Masters didn't even
know we were gone. "Go brush your teeth," dad said, as we went into the
cabin. I quickly went to do as I was told.



It was around eight, when Dan got to his feet and snapped his fingers at
Dad, who reached up and took hold of Dan's hand; he then pulled dad up off
the floor. Dan then walked across the room, turned, and looked at Ry over
his shoulder. "If you two want to play, you'd better follow." he said. Ry
jumped to his feet and hauled me up and over his shoulder, before I even
knew what was said. "Ry, I don't want this," I told him, as I lay over his
shoulder.

"Tuff; you can't back out now," he said, as we made our way toward the
basement.

Once we got to the basement, Dad went over and started to move things
around; I just watched Dan and Ry as they went over to the bar. I watched
in horror as dad pulled long thin leather straps off the wall; some were
well over six feet. Dad motioned for me to come over to him, and I watched
as he opened a closet door and pulled a wooden device out of it. He
motioned for me to grab one of the long boards and pull it toward the end,
where the wheels were. I did; then dad showed me how to fasten it into
place so it would not pinch anything off while we played. It took about
five minutes for us to assemble this thing. Once we got finished, it looked
like an "A" frame cross. Then he pulled another thing out, and once we got
it together, it resembled a short gymnastics horse. All together, we had
two A frame things, and a horse-looking thing.

 Then Dad went over to the wall and pulled down the whips and cuffs,
tossing them to me to catch, which I did. I caught them I and laid them out
on the table between the three things we had built. After a few minutes, we
had a collection of cat-o-nine tails, whips, paddles (leather and wood),
blindfolds, gags, butt plugs, dildos (battery and plain), a few things I
never saw before, and, oh, yeah, a few strings of anal beads.

I felt Ry's hand on my shoulder, and I jumped. He just laughed and squeezed
me a little; I guess to give me reassurance. Dan and Ry were wearing
leather chaps, a black jock strap, and a leather vest. I watched as Dad
stripped down to nothing. He then walked over to the "A" frame things and
stood with his legs and arms spread out. Dan then took one of the long
leather straps and tied dad's wrist and ankles to it. Dad shifted a little,
and I saw his hard dick come through a hole that was in the middle of the
one board.  Then Dan picked up a leather strap thing and gave dad a solid
smack across both ass cheeks; Dad wiggled a bit.

Dan then turned around and looked at Ry. "Your turn," he said, and looked
at me.

"No," I told him. Ry had me by the arm, pulling me to a stop. "I don't want
to do this," I whispered to him.

"Yes," Ry said, as he pulled me back to the A frame thing. "Tough," Ry
whispered into my ear. The next thing I knew, I was tied to it. Ry stood
beside it with a strap in hand. Dan's hands were on the side of my head,
and he moved my head to where my face was forward; I could see the wall
before me, but that was it.

"What's his safe word," Dad asked.

"He won't need one right now," Dan said.

Dan then took Ry's hands and showed him how to apply the strap in a playing
method. At first, it stung; then I got a sexual sensation out of it.

Then I heard a smack, and dad gasped. Dan was now working him over, as he
told Ry how to apply the strap. At first, Ry applied it to my ass and upper
legs as Dan instructed him, and worked up to my lower back. Little by
little, it would get a little harder; then he would go light again. Ry
would then just move it lightly across my ass giving, me goose bumps.  He
worked on me for a few minutes, and I was totally lost into it. Then I felt
a wet, hot mouth on my dick. "That's it, Chris, suck your baby boy," I
heard Dan tell him. I opened my eyes to see Dan standing in front of me; he
was moving slowly. Then I shifted my eyes down, and I saw him fucking my
dad as dad sucked me; Ry was still lightly strapping me. Then I felt my
legs being untied. The whipping stopped, and I felt something cool touch my
hole. Then I felt hands on my legs, lifting me up a little, and the head of
Ry's dick pushed into me. Before I could tell him NO, he was all the way
in.

 I bit my lip when I felt my hole tear. My hands were then undone, and I
grabbed wood and held on. After a few minutes of standing up fucking, I
felt Ry sit; he never removed himself from me. Then Dad stopped sucking me,
and I felt the A frame being moved away from me; Dad's mouth was back on my
dick. Ry's hands were on my shoulder, pulling me back against his strong
chest. Then a hand started to play with my balls. I laid my head back on
Ry's shoulder, and listened to him whispers stuff in my ear. "Oh, God, you
so tight, so hot, so good" Ry's hands were on my inner thigh, and he spread
my legs further apart. Dad then placed my feet on the rungs of the chair,
with my head on Ry's chest, and his mouth next to my ear. "Fuck me" Ry
ordered, driving his dick farther into me. I shook my head 'No'. I got one
hell of a slap on the side of my leg I knew there was going to be a
handprint on it. "Fuck me!"  So I started to fuck myself on Ry's dick,

 which only drove my dick further into dad's mouth. Then I heard balls
slapping against bare ass, and I opened my eyes to see Dan with his monster
of a dick fucking dad like a mad man.

For some reason, I glanced down at dad and we made eye contact. I had tears
in my eyes, and Dad stopped sucking. "Stop!" he yelled, and got up, pushing
Dan back just enough to pull his dick out. I just looked at Dad. He then
took my hand and pulled me off Ry's dick and pushed me toward the door.

"What the hell!" both men said.

"You go upstairs, now!" He gave me a swat on the ass, and I ran out the
door.

I had no idea what was being said downstairs, but, when I got in the main
house, I ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower, mainly to wash the
smell and funk off me. However, the water was a little red that ran down my
legs.  After my shower, I went to our room, and I checked to see if I had
any other damage to me. The strapping left some light pink marks, but Ry's
hand print was dark red on my thigh.  I dressed in my PJ's and went to
bed. Ry came in after a while; he had taken a shower.

"Pet, I'm sorry; you should have said something," Ry said, as he put his
hand on my shoulder, and he tried to get me to come closer to him.

"I said 'no', that should have been enough," I snapped, and jerked away
from him. I rolled over closer to the edge of the bed.  I could hear some
light yelling going on in the next room. "Is Dad in trouble?"

"A little, just because he didn't say anything about you bleeding last
night," Ry said, as his fingertips lightly touched my back. I rolled away
more. "Come over here before you fall out of bed; I promise not to touch
you," Ry said. I moved back a little but not enough to be close to
him. "Goodnight Pet," Ry said, with a kiss to the back of my head, and a
sigh.  I laid there with tears in my eyes, thinking of what I was going to
do. I didn't trust Ry anymore; he more or less raped me when he forced me
to have sex with him after I said 'no'.

Sunday morning came too early; I knew we would be headed home, either
tonight or early Monday, since we had a four-day weekend. But I made up my
mind last night. I got up, got dressed, and found the keys to my car, and
twenty bucks out of Ry's pocket. I then made my way downstairs, hoping dad
was not up yet. The cabin was quiet, and a little chilly. Grabbing my
backpack, I headed for the car, and home.