Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2009 19:37:15 -0700 (PDT) From: T Claybourn Subject: You Want Me to Do What Chapter 14 If you are not old enough to read this please leave, warning Chad gets his ass spanked by Ry if the is not your cup a tea please leave. You want me to do what Chapter 14 Ryan's point of view "You are coming home?" I asked him, when I started to climb in to my truck. Chad just looked at me. I could tell by the way his eyes moved back and forth that he was thinking really hard about it. I held my breath. "Yeah, be there in a few," he finally said. Once he was gone, I let out the breath I was holding. I was about ready to cry again, this time with happiness. I tell you, I didn't know what to think when I woke up that morning in the cabin and found my Pet not laying beside me in our bed. I figured maybe Chris had come in and woken him to help with breakfast again. I laid there for a few minutes, and then got up. When I passed the Dad's room, the door was open just a little. Hell, I couldn't help it; I peeked in to see Dad asleep, and Chris was laid out on top of him. Both were naked, but Chris' foot was handcuffed to the bed. I just laughed a little, and headed downstairs to find my lover. When I got down stairs, I felt like something was wrong. Glancing around, I found Chad's backpack, the one with his games and stuff in it, gone, and the door was unlocked from the inside. I just closed my eyes for a moment, and then looked out the window, and, yeah, his car was gone! "HELL," I shouted, and ran back upstairs, taking two steps at a time. "Dad, Chris; he's gone," I yelled, as I came into their room the door banged on the wall behind it. Dad jumped, and Chris rolled over and sat up. What?" Chris asked. "He's gone; he took his car and left," I told them. "Hell, I knew something was wrong last night!" Chris said, getting up and almost falling on his face. "Dammit, Dan un-do the fucking cuffs!" Chris snapped at my dad. "Hey," Dad said. I didn't see the look that Chris gave my dad, but dad opened a drawer and tossed me a key. I undid the cuff that held Chris to the bed, and stepped back. He pulled on a pair of shorts as he bolted from the room. "Dad," I said with tears in my eyes. "He probably went home, son. We'll pack up and head home," he said, getting out of bed. It took us an hour just to get the stuff packed up. I was beside myself, and kept yelling at the Dads. "Ryan, that is enough," Dad yelled at me, giving my ass a swat. I jumped; it had hurt! "We need to get," I told them. "He's probably already home. No telling what time he took off this morning or last night," Dad said. I just gave him a look. "Guys," Chris stopped and looked at both of us; he looked scared out of his mind. "Chad never drove these roads before, and I'm pretty sure he slept most the way up here," Chris told us. My heart went to my knees. "Come on; let's get! I'll come up and get the stuff later," Dad said, holding the door open. We all took off like bats out of hell. Once we got to the main road, Dad said, "Chris, you watch on the left, and Ry you do the right. Look for any kind of skid marks that might indicate if he went off the road." I took a breath, and then I felt Chris's hand on my shoulder. "Ry, come on; pull yourself together. Right now, we need to watch," Chris said I just nodded my head, and kept my eyes open. Once we got good phone signals, I started to call; so did Chris and Dad. When we got to the apartment I jumped from the truck and ran up the stairs. "Chad!" I yelled into an empty apartment. I checked every room; nothing; no one; then I notice it - laptop, school bag, clothes, and his PSP - all gone. I just dropped and cried. Chris dropped down beside me and hugged me. "Get a grip boy," dad said. "No! You get a grip! This is your fault!" I yelled at him. "My fault!" Dad yelled back. "Yes, if you had not made me force him to submit to me, I would have woken up with him in my arms, instead I work up to nothing. All he wanted to do was to have a sex with you and Uncle Chris; not be tied up and whipped or forced to have sex. Hell, dad; he's only sixteen that may have scared him to death." Dad started to say something about a pussy boy needing a master. "DON'T CALL HIM THAT! Get the fuck out of here! I don't want to see you or hear you, unless you can tell me how to find my lover." I yelled at him. Chris just looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Now, dad! I mean it! Leave me the hell alone, or I am calling the police!" I yelled. "Chris, when you're ready to go home, call me I'll come and get you," Dad said, as he left us alone, looking sad. By that time, our neighbor had come to find out what all the yelling was about. "Chad ran away," Uncle Chris told him. "Oh," Larry said. "Umm, if it helps," We both looked at him. "On his way out the door, he was on his phone with someone, and he asked if he could stay there with him. I don't know who it was," Larry told us. "Sorry." "Jon," I said. He knew I dislike that boy; his brother also; both potheads. "He has to be at Jon's," I told them. "Come on; let's go!" Chris said. "No, I need to do this alone," I told him. "It's my fault, also. I need to make it up to him," I told him. I dropped Chris off at home, and my aunt came out to see Chad. When we told her that he got upset with us at the cabin and took off, I thought she was going to be mad at Chris. Instead, she said, "This is all Dan's fault, isn't?" she asked. Both Chris and I nodded. "That Bastard!" she yelled. "I think I may know where he's at; give me an hour," I said, running back to my truck, and I headed over to Jon's house. It was almost five o clock. When I got there, I didn't see Chad's car, but I knew he would be smart enough to hide it. The house had an eight-foot brick fence around the back yard, so I could not have looked over the fence, if I wanted to. I climbed out of the truck and headed for the door. I only knocked a couple of times before Jack, Jon's older brother, opened it. He stood just an inch shorter than me, but he was built like a brick shit house. He probably could snap me in half, easy. "Hey, is Chad here?" I asked, as I stood by the door. I tried to look over his shoulder, but Jack moved to one side and pulled the door closed a little. This only told me my Pet was behind that door, and there was no way I could get to him without scaring him more, or getting my ass kicked in the process. "Nah, man, haven't seen him for a while," Jack said, closing the door a little more. "Well, if you see him, tell him we are looking for him. Alright, dude," I said, as I turned to walk away. I called Chris and told him that I was told he was not there. I then went home and waited for him, hoping that he comes home soon. I went home and found Chad's pillow and buried my face into it; it still smelled like him, and I thought about the first time I saw him; he was three days old; I was five. I begged to go over every day to see him, but I got to go only on the weekends. When I was old enough to baby sit Uncle Chris had to talk my aunt into it; I knew already I liked boys, and, for some reason, even at a young age, Chad turned me on. At night, when everyone was asleep, I sucked him while jerked off. He just giggled; he didn't climax, yet, but I sure the hell did. Uncle Chris caught me once, and spanked me for it, but said nothing to dad about it, which was good, because my dad would have taken his belt to me and, at fifteen, I didn't want that. Then I thought about the little arrangement that was made, and I was so glad that Chad said 'yes'. The only bad thing was...the more I thought about my little Pet, my lover, the more I cried; I couldn't even get hard. So I just curled up around his pillow. I was not able to sleep, eat, or concentrate at school. My counselor asked me what was wrong, and I told him that my boyfriend and I had a fight, and he walked out. My counselor, being gay himself, helped me get a couple of weeks off from school, and arranged the time so that my grades wouldn't slip. By the end of the day, I was at home with two weeks of work to work on, and I didn't care if I did it or not. I just dropped the stuff on the sofa and sat down. I became a stalker; I went by Chad's high school every day, all day, just to see if I could catch a glimpse of him, but saw nothing; my Pet was too smart to get caught. I even watched Jon's house; I would see the van leave, and when it was time to come home, Jon would get out, open the gate, and the van would drive in. One Friday afternoon, Jack pulled the van up outside the house, and Jon climbed out of the van, turned around, and gave me the finger. Then a smile crossed his lips. I knew then and there Chad had found another place to stay, but where I had no idea. I texted and called his phone all day every day, but never got a response out of him. Then late one Sunday night, my phone rang. "Chad," I yelled into the phone. "No, Ry; it's Chris. Listen to me; I don't want to wake him. I am with Chad; we are at a motel. I want you to meet me here at seven in the morning. No questions, please, just do it. I think the two of you need to talk. He's really upset and wants this to work out, but he's scared. I need you to promise me you will listen to him," Chris said. "Yes, fine! Just tell him I love him," I said. "You can do that when you see him. Night," Chris said, and hung up the phone. I laid back and looked at the ceiling. I felt a tear slip down from my eyes; I just wiped it away. Again, I pulled his pillow to my face, and curled up into a ball. I finally get to see my Pet after three weeks; well almost. At five I got up and took a shower, something I hadn't done for a few days, and I found some clean clothes. Then I headed to the motel. Chris was standing outside by his truck when I got there. "I paid for another day; he's asleep; don't wake him," Chris said, as he handed me the key to the room. I took the key and gave my Uncle a hug and a kiss on his cheek. "When he wakes up, give him this," he said, handing me a note. "Make sure he reads it; I don't want him to feel betrayed," he said. "Thank you," I said, and slid the key through the slot. I put the deli bag on a table in the room. Chad was lying on his side, pillow tucked up under his head, bare ass sticking up from under the sheet. He had a smile across his face, and the room smelled of hard core sex. I just knew my Pet got the second part of his wish, and that did not bother me. I just looked at him; he was so thin that his ribs showed. I wanted to be sick, but instead, I stripped to my boxers and climbed in beside him. Carefully I slipped one arm under his head, and laid my other one across his hip. He wiggled back against me, and I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. His bare back against me was just pure heaven. I smiled and fell asleep, not knowing what would happen when we awoke. After awhile, I felt him shift, and I opened my eyes, glancing at my watch; it was almost ten. Then I felt his arm across my chest; I looked into his eyes. He jumped up and I grabbed his wrist. "Here! Your dad left this," I said, before he could run. Chad took the note and hurried to the bathroom. When he finally came out, he just looked at me. "I got breakfast," I told him. He seemed reluctant to do so, but took the food that I offered him. After he ate, I sat down beside him. Are you still my Pet?" I asked. He gave me a smile. "Yes. Then he started to wrap his arms around me, and I stood up and hugged him tight. When his legs wrapped around me, I started to come alive below the belt (you know what I mean). I just buried my face into his chest and cried. Then we sat down, and he gave me his demands. I just listened to them; everyone was legit, and they made sense. I just nodded at them. "Now, it's your turn," he said. I sat for a few minutes, then got up and left the room. Not to be mean, but I needed something out of my truck. I flipped the seat forward, and pulled out a small gym bag from behind the seat. Then I went back to the room. Chad was still sitting in the chair where I had left him. He looked up at me when I came in. Going over to him, I put my hand under his arms and lifted him up. Then I sat down and pulled him down over my lap. Next, I pulled his boxers down below his knees, and I felt his hands grab my ankles. "This is for running away," I said, as I lifted my hand and brought it down with a smack. "Owww! Dammit, Ry," he yelled. I smacked him a couple more times, then stopped. "You don't run away from me, you talk to me, even if you have to thump me on the back of the head to get my attention. But you (smack) don't (smack) run (smack) from (smack) me ever." With the last word, my hand fell several times very hard. All Chad could do was wiggle, scream, and cry. Then I shifted and reached to get something. Chad tried his hardest to see what it was I grabbed from my bag. It was my handball paddle, and I brought it down hard, ten times, across his seat. It took him a long while to realize he was sitting on my lap. My hand gently rubbed his back, as I whispered words of love in his ear. "Shhhh, it's alright. No one is mad. Shhhh, I love you, and we're alright. It's all in the past, now." I then gently kissed his forehead. After everything was said and done, Chad and I actually went out on a date - lunch, mall, ice cream, movies. Then we met a couple that been married forever. They were so encouraging. "Wow! Is that going to be us?" Chad asked, as we headed out of the mall. "I sure hope so." I told him, as I held the door open for him. -------------------------------------------------- Autor note: I am going away for two weeks chapter 15 will be posted when I get back.. Thank you for reading Love Terry.