Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 20:46:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: T Claybourn <silkystetson@yahoo.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.
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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.

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"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."