Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2006 10:42:47 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Nine All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. The story is based mostly on real events with sufficient changes to names, dates, places and events to be fiction Chapter Nine: Brad's Idol The end of summer meant the beginning of school. A lot of kids welcomed the opportunity to go back and see friends they missed over summer, not me. For one, living at university you learned friends were fleeting, there only so long as their parent or parents were attending university. For another, I always had trouble in school and knew that before September was over Dad would be working his magic with his belt on my bare butt. I was born completely cross-eyed. I don't know why they didn't correct this immediately, but they didn't. Dad said my mother wouldn't allow them to operate, she was afraid of the risk. This argument was part of the reason they divorced. When Dad had the surgery done, I thought I could see right - I was wrong. I did wear glasses for a couple of years but that was to allow the muscles to strengthen and not strain the eyesight. The big problem was I could see through only one eye at a time. When you are little you don't realize this problem and so you don't tell anybody. I couldn't read well. The kids teased me and to avoid embarrassment I just played dumb. It didn't take long before a note would go home or a phone call and the teacher would let dad know I wasn't doing my work in class or turning in my homework. He'd fuss and warn me to get it done or the belt would come out. A week later another note or call and the belt came out. Dad's method for whipping me was to strip me and lay me over the edge of the bed with my legs hanging down. Why did he use this position, I could only figure it was easier for him, 'cause it wasn't for me. He'd strip me because he caught me with a magazine and towel back there once. Stripped, you had no choice but to take it on the bare ass. When he started he covered the whole area and sometimes he caught me at the top of the thigh - those really hurt. He used one of his thick belts doubled up. Every time I'd cry and beg him to stop and I would try harder. Every time this didn't seem to do any good. Well, this time he did it on a Friday afternoon just before he sent me to Uncle Ray. Before we headed to the bus station Dad told me if he hadn't already promised this visit to Uncle Ray, and knowing he had spent money on something special, that I wouldn't be going. Dad did this a lot. If I didn't behave he figured out the worst thing he could threaten me with was to take away my trips to Uncle Ray. The threat usually worked, too. After the whippin' I washed my face a got control. If I didn't, we wouldn't be leaving the house. On the way the seats were soft, but I usually sat on the side of my hip. This time, though, my butt seemed to hurt more than usual. Uncle Ray met me at the station as usual and we headed to his office for a couple of hours before heading home. I sat on his soft leather sofa this time. I noticed my pants felt a little wet for some reason. I didn't think I had sat in anything and I knew I hadn't wet my pants. I went to the bathroom to look and saw my butt had been bleeding some. Looking in the mirror I could see the red stripes and where I was cut, this hadn't ever happened before; Dad must have been real mad. On the way home Uncle Ray wanted to know why I was so quiet. There was no way I wanted to tell him about my butt. I let him think I was just tired and had stayed up late doing homework so I could get here. We picked up some Chinese for supper and headed for home. He knew something was wrong almost immediately. Usually I leave the car taking my clothes off, not this time. I didn't undress when we got inside either. He didn't say anything until he asked me to go back out to the car and get his brief case. As I passed by he gave me a little playful swat, something not unusual for him. I nearly jumped out of my shoes and hollered, but kept going. I had to keep going to hide the tears welling up. When I came back in he called me into the living room. Placing a gentle hand on each hip he looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" I didn't say anything; I just fell into him and started crying. He held me and lightly rubbed my back. When his hand went down to my butt, I jumped. He knew where the problem was. He didn't even tell me to undress. He continued to hold me while he removed all my clothes. When he saw my butt his face turned bright red; he was mad. He asked if my dad had done this and when; I told him. He laid me on my stomach on the sofa and told me to stay there. When he returned he had a damp cloth, soft towel and ointment. He was as gentle as he could be but the washcloth would still sting. He cautioned the ointment might sting some and it was all right to cry if I wanted to - I did. When he finished and had put everything away I heard him on the phone. The tone of his voice said he was not just mad, he was really mad. Then I realized he was talking to my dad. I got scared that if he made Dad mad, then I would catch it again when I got home. I could hear him telling Dad how barbaric this was and how badly I was hurt. I heard pieces of the conversation but definitely heard the part about juvenile authorities and reporting Dad for abuse. The parts I heard were confirmed to me years later. Uncle Ray had told my dad that if this ever happened again, Uncle Ray would personally file charges against my dad and then file for guardianship on me. It had been arranged before that if anything ever happened to dad, I would then live full time with Uncle Ray. I remember this so vividly because I can't tell you how many times I wished I could live with him always. The rest of the conversation had something to do with love and respect being a two way street. There was also something about getting me help in school. No one had ever talked to my dad like that and I didn't know who to be more scared for, him or me. I spent that entire weekend stretched out on the sofa with Uncle Ray tending my butt. He told me later there were several bad bruises forming and he counted four places where the belt cut the skin. It all healed in time, until the next time, but right then I didn't want anything to touch my butt. When we went to bed I kept the sheet off me. Uncle Ray would just lie there and hold me in one position so I could sleep. My plans for that weekend had been to get Uncle Ray to teach me more about naked games, what I got was much better. I spent almost the entire weekend either laying next to him or on him. He held me and showed me nothing but concern and love. Something else happened, too, my dad never whipped me that way again. In fact, over the next few years we developed a relationship closer and more secure than we had ever had; this was all thanks to Uncle Ray. Don't think that Uncle Ray didn't have his times to be upset with me. Later that school year I was still having trouble. I hadn't been doing my work at school or turning in all my homework. My teacher sent a note home and I hid it because it was Friday and I was headed to Uncle Ray. Since the teacher made me take my math book home I told Dad I had a little homework to do but I'd get it done at Uncle Ray's. I told Uncle Ray the same thing. Dad found the note and called Uncle Ray. Somehow, they decided I would get to choose who heated up my bottom, and 'nobody' was not a choice. Uncle Ray always had this thing about trust and honor. A man had to be good for his word or he wasn't worth talking to. He used to say all the time that if a man will lie to you, he'll steal from you, and he didn't have any use for a liar or a thief. I should have known something was wrong when he asked me about my homework and whether there was any more. He gave me who knows how many chances to fess up, but old dumb me just kept pushing the same old lie. Finally, Uncle Ray pulled out a piece of paper and asked me about specific assignments. I don't know where he got the information, but I was caught and I knew it. "Brad, I'm not happy with you right now, in fact I'm not too sure I really want you near me at the moment. I gave you every chance to tell me the truth and you just kept lieing - you know how I feel. You know your dad just called me; he found the note. If you think I'm upset, think about him." I didn't want to think about him. I knew that belt would be waiting on me, and what would happen. I must have turned white as a sheet. Uncle Ray said he and Dad had decided to leave the punishment up to Uncle Ray, who had always said he would not threaten me with something he wasn't willing to back up. I was thinking real fast and remembered he said he would heat up my butt if he ever felt it needed to be done. I had always been able to talk through things with him and thought I could this time - nope. Of course, I was already naked. Uncle Ray told me to go lie down on the edge of the bed and walked over to the closet and pulled out a belt. I couldn't believe he would actually do this to me. I cried and cried, I tried every cute trick I knew, but he wasn't budging. There was no doubt I was going to lose this one, but not from Uncle Ray, he loves me and wouldn't do this. At that age I never grasped the idea he would do it because he did love me. I thought I had victory when he put the belt back and told me to get up. He took me by the hand and led me into the living room. My victory was short-lived. He bent me over one knee and told me to grab an ankle. He then proceeded to heat up both cheeks real good. At the end I wasn't just crying I was bawling, but not saying anything. At the end he took me by the shoulders and stood me up. He got off the sofa and left the room without saying a word. I just stood there, my world shattered. I would rather have had my dad work his magic with a belt. The one man in this whole world that I knew truly loved me and would never do anything to hurt me had just given me a good spanking. I stayed in that one spot, naked, with a red and burning butt, silently crying and totally lost. When he returned he used a damp cloth to wipe my face. I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. "Pleeease, pleeeease, Uncle Ray, don't hate me, I love you soooo; I promise, I'll never ever do it again, pleeeease don't send me away..." I was crying my eyes out while begging him. When I looked up I realized he had been crying, too. This puzzled me then, but now I know I really hurt him deeply. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs and arms around him as tight as I could. He set me in a tub of cool water and then sat down behind me. I leaned back against him and let him bathe me. Fun time got cancelled that weekend. Uncle Ray said he didn't want to hear how sorry I was, he wanted to see me make things right. Ever try doing math exercises all day with no music and no television? Well, that was my Saturday. When I finished an exercise Uncle Ray checked the work. If I got it wrong I had to go through and tell him where I messed up. I tried to get him to let me do part of it when I got back home so we could play, but he wasn't budging. Finally, it was done and I was done in. To spend more time helping me Uncle Ray ordered in pizza. He put on pants to answer the door but I think the delivery boy was a little surprised to see me sitting there naked. There's an old saying about if you think you may be offended by what you see on the other side of the fence, don't look. Same thing goes for delivering pizza. When we finished he offered to take me to a movie, but I just wanted to stay home with him. I was still shook up after the spanking and him being so upset with me. He sat down in the usual place on the sofa and I stood there waiting for him to tell me I could climb into his lap. When he held his arms out I didn't hesitate. This time rather than watch the television though I just sat there with my head against his chest. I could here and feel his heart beat and for some reason this comforted me. At first I just wanted him to hold me then realized I needed for him to hold me; he held me close. After an hour or so when I was feeling more comfortable I decided to get a little mischievous again. I got out of his lap and moved his right leg, which had been tucked under his left forming a figure four as my seat. I climbed up straddling his lap and facing him. I moved in as close as I could and loved the questioning look on his face. Perfect, this is what I wanted. I then leaned back lying on my back. His feet weren't up and this allowed the upper part of my torso to drop below his knees. I let my head drop back and gravity took care of my arms. I could feel my heels touching the side of my hips. What I wanted was very obvious to him. When he called me a hot little horny toad, I knew I had my Uncle Ray back. He gave me the raspberries that I loved and I giggled. This time as he rubbed me he also ran the tips of his fingernails over my chest, down my sides, and inside my thighs. I was going nuts. As before he worked magic on my nipples and when I thought he couldn't drive me any crazier he did by tonguing and nibbling my nipples. This went on forever and I loved it. Finally, I couldn't take it any more and sat up to take it to a finish. He put his hand on my chest and pushed me down for more; twice he did that to me. The third time he let me go. He probably thought I would grab hold and start humping away on him, but I wanted more. Grabbing hold I bent down and started sucking on his left nip. He tensed up and took in a sharp breath. "Ohhh, Gaaaawwddd, where did you learn that?" I let go for a moment, "Remember the beach? This is what they were doing; and you did it to me in Cherokee." I grinned as I went back down. I didn't stop there either. I moved from one side to the other. When I moved off one I would start massaging it with my thumb, just like he did to me. While doing this I tried to keep my hips moving a little. He let me do this some, but not nearly as much as I wanted. I was finally doing some things I had only dreamed of and never told him. Then he reached down and pulled me up, he started licking and nibbling my nips again. That was it, I went ape. Grabbing him by the shoulders and chest, I was humping like a rabbit in heat. It was probably a contest on who was sweating the most. I was still doing dry orgasms; I sat there for a little bit catching my breath. When my breathing slowed down I squeezed him and told him I loved him. He squeezed back and held me. I sat next to him with his arm around me while we watched a movie. After the movie we went to bed. Since we had been in all day we just did a quick wipe off with a cloth and headed for bed. He didn't know I still had a mischievous streak going, but I decided it best to stay quiet. I cuddled up to him as usual and he parked his hand on my cheek. This was my favorite position in bed with him unless he would let me lay on top, and the previous night was a first for that. Dad didn't whip me. He said Uncle Ray had taken care of that. To this day, as best as I can remember, I never lied to him again. The school problem didn't end there though. By the end of the term the school sent a note home to Dad saying they wanted to transfer me to a learning disabled or slow learners class. Dad called Uncle Ray who came down for the meeting with the school. The school didn't want him there because he wasn't family; dad insisted he be there because he cared for me as much of the time as Dad and if anything happened Uncle Ray would be the party responsible for me. The challenges were definitely coming. End Ch Nine To Be Continued - comments welcome; contact the author, Dwight Wilson, at adm2780@yahoo.com