Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2010 19:38:46 -0700 (PDT) From: John Jones Subject: Cody Enters My Life-10 Cody Enters My life By John johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com This series of completely fictional work could be categorized in either the Gay Male Authoritarian section, or the Adult Youth Section of the Nifty Archives. You must be of legal age where you reside in order to view this. If you are offended by material pertaining to the humiliation, spanking, punishment, or sexual abuse of adult males, do not read this. If you are offended by material pertaining to sexual relationships between an adult male and a teen boy, then do not read it either. I took my time heading back to the Lodge, as I had a lot to think about. Being dominated by Mike had unquestionably turned me on. It may have been the biggest load of my life, or seemed that way as I was licking it off his feet and the rug. Being pissed on was extremely humiliating for me, as was having my "pussy" shaved. However, in my heart I knew it was what I needed and also that this was safer than the way I had approached it before. All of your employees are HIV tested, so I knew I didn't have to worry about that either. When I got back upstairs, Cody was sitting up and joking with the guy who had been sitting with him. He said "Hi John, hope you had a good massage" in a jovial voice. For a second I worried, but then I realized that of course all Cody knew was that I got a massage. "Thanks Cody, it was great. Hey I think we need to get the blood flowing again so I'll help you get dressed, put on some shoes and a jacket, and we are going to take another walk. Have to start getting you back in shape". When Cody was dressed we stepped out into the brisk air, smelling pine, and noted that the Sun was already low, even though it was only 4 pm. This time we took a walk for about a mile, down a trail he had not previously seen, and arrived at a bend in a stream. The stream was bubbling along peacefully, and we sat down on the bench to watch it. Cody was winded, but he recovered after about 10 minutes. He then said "God I'm in horrible shape, this is embarrassing". I replied to him that it was the anemia and the healing and that in a few weeks he would be hiking miles with me without being winded. He smiled at that, and leaned his head against my shoulder saying "Thanks for looking after me, I am so happy to be here. I will be so sad when I have to go". I then replied to him: "well actually Cody, that's what I wanted to talk about. In a few weeks your cast will be off. Your stitches are all coming out tomorrow. I guess I want to know if you want to stay and live here, or be taken back to the City". Cody looked at me wide eyed and moth open, then beamed from ear to ear "YOU MEAN I CAN STAY...I LOVE YOU" and he sort of threw him arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. "Cody, of course you can stay. However there are some things you need to know about staying here. If you decide to stay, I will treat you as my son, and adopt you if you want. However, as your dad I have some pretty major responsibilities. First, as you get to feeling better you are still going to be a teenage boy. Boy's misbehave sometimes; get irritable and mouthy, and do stupid things from time to time. If I am your dad, then I will set the rules, expect you to do your best, talk to you about it if you aren't behaving, and discipline you when you need it" I said. Cody, now sort of sitting in my lap with his arm around my shoulder and snuggling said "That's fine, but what do you mean by discipline. My mom's boyfriends used to punch me and bruise me up if I did something wrong". I replied to him "Cody, that's not discipline that is child abuse. I will never bruise you punch you or beat you... if I teach you to box I will punch you but we will have gloves on (with that I gave him a fake punch in the arm and he laughed). I guess discipline could be lots of stuff. I might give you extra chores to do, or ground you, or take things away for a while. I might even spank you, but never abuse. The worst you would ever get from me is a red bottom for a couple of hours". Cody nodded in assent, and I continued. "Now about chores, you will have around an hour of them to do every morning, and that is in addition to basic stuff like keeping your room clean and picking up after yourself. For starters, you will just help gather the eggs in the morning and learn how to look after the chickens. Once you are stronger, I will give you some chores that will build up your shoulders and back". "Cool" said Cody, apparently liking the idea of his being strong. I continued: "now about your room. There is a nice sized bedroom next to mine, but no bathroom with it. We will make it your bedroom, and you will have a budget of money to decorate it, paint it, and make it the way you want. You will then have to keep it clean". Cody had a question: "does this mean I can't use your room"? I replied reassuringly: "Cody you can use my room any time you want. You can crawl in if you want sleep in the big bed; you will use the bathroom there to get cleaned up; and some day you will even shave in there!" This elicited a funny look and an overly dramatic chin rub. I continued: "and then there is school. You haven't attended in a long time, and I'm not sure how good the school was that you went to. You will have to be tested to find out whatever work you need to do to be at grade level in everything. Then we will set up a home study program with tutoring that is a very challenging College Prep program. You will have to work hard to learn it". Cody looked a bit cross, and said "I hate school". I looked at him and said "No, you used to hate school. When you are taught right you will like school". Cody looked dubious about this. I continued: "Cody, if you want to stay, I can become your legal guardian by the end of the week, but you will have to meet the judge who makes that happen. We can find out about adoption later if you want. However, if I become your Guardian, I am not simply going to let you do whatever you want or let you run off to the streets. I will be a very loving, but concerned dad who will help you become a good man. You won't always like it, and sometimes you will get mad at me, but that is how it will be". We then sat for about 15 minutes, listening to the water in the stream. I hugged him, and he started to cry after about 5 minutes. I then asked him "Cody are you alright"? Through the sniffles he said "I'm great, I just never thought I would have a dad or anyone else since mom died" he said. I hugged him again and said "You do now Cody, let's just sit together for a while". "OK dad" he said, and I started to cry too.