Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2009 10:32:03 -0700 (PDT) From: T Claybourn Subject: You Want Me to Do What Chapter 16 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 Chad get's spanked in this so no hate mail it just my thing, if it's not your cup of coffe leave. Thank You *************************************************************** "Ryan!" I yelled. I was scared out of my mind, then my belly churned again, and I barfed up blood in the sink. "Ryan!" I screamed this time. I felt weak in the legs and my head felt foggy. I was going to pass out, and Ryan would not wake up. "RYAN!" I screamed again, holding onto the sink for balance. "What?" he snapped from the door; I turned to look at him. "Shit" was all I heard. I awoke in a room with the sounds of beeping and click's as I turned my head to see where the noise was coming from. "Chris," I heard mom call. I glanced over at dad and he came over to the bed. "Shhhh, love." Mom put her finger to my mouth when I tried to speak. "Easy there, champ," dad said, as he kissed my forehead. "You gave us quite a scare," Dad told me. As his eyes moved toward the door, I glanced over to see a guy in white, and a dude in green come in. Dad stepped back and let them work. After a few minutes, the guy in green left, and the guy in white took my chart and did some writing; then he left, also. I just looked up at dad. "Don't you worry; you're in good hands," Dad said, giving me a smile. Mom gave us both a smile, and got up to leave. "Is Ry mad at me?" I asked. My voice was hoarse, and it sounded so strange, even to me, but I had to ask. Dad gave me a strange look, and then smiled as he shook his head. "Why would he be mad?" he asked me. "Hell, when we got the call, he was in such a state of hysteria the ER doctor gave him something to knock his ass out." Dad gave me a grin. "The doctor said he gave Ry enough shit to knock out a bull elephant in a minute, but it took ten to work on Ry." By now, I was a little more awake and I was glancing around the room. I had flowers and cards all over the place. I finally got dad's arm and twisted it so I could see his watch. "I've been here for three days!" I yelled. "I have finals!" I told him, like he didn't know this already. "Easy, son, I've already called the school; you can make them up when you feel better. And, yes, you have been here for three days. You lost a lot of blood, so they kept you sedated to help you recover better," he said. I could see dad swallow hard; his Adam's apple bobbed a couple of times. "Chad, you have a small tumor in your stomach and, for some reason, it opened up and bled. The doctor thinks it's because of all the stress you have been under. No, I didn't tell him about that," he said. I wondered when he learned to read minds. "But he figured that with the finals and the fight you had with a boyfriend..." Dad said, making quotation marks with his fingers, "that's the reason why you're here." "Now that you are awake, maybe we can get them to let Ryan in to see you. I know for a fact he's about ready to go nuts, not being able to see you and all," Dad said, as he gently stroked my hair. "Is the tumor cancerous?" I asked. Dad just looked at me for a minute. He closed his eyes to gather himself, but a tear slipped down his cheek, and I reached up and wiped it away. He took my hand and kissed it. "We don't know. They want to wait until you got better to remove it, if they can. The surgeon suggested the wait, so you wouldn't go into shock on the table, due to the blood loss." Dad stopped and took a deep breath. As he let it out slowly, I could see his eyes mist up. "They did do a biopsy on it, but we have not gotten the results back, yet; that will be in a few days." Dad took another breath and wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't; not with dad in the room; it would just make him cry harder. Dad must have known what I was thinking, because he slipped his arm under my head and knees and picked me up. Then he slipped his foot under a chair and dragged it closer to the bed; he was being real gentle, so as not to pull anything loose, as he sat down, with me in his lap. He held me tight, as we both cried; he was gently rocking me and softly telling me that he loved me, and that things would be fine. "We'll get through it, I promise." Then I could hear him hum a little tune he used to sing to me as a child, when I was scared of something, or was afraid of a storm. The tune is to "When the Ants Go Marching On" (originally written as "When Johnny Comes Marching Home," an old Civil War song), but the lyrics were something dad made up for me, and it goes something like this: "Daddy got this little boy, hurrah, hurrah! Daddy got this little boy, hurrah, hurrah! Daddy got this little boy Who fills his heart full of love and joy! Daddy got his little boy, hurrah, hurrah! Then he patted my butt a couple of times, and went on with the song. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to a very hairy Ryan. "Pet, you awake?" Ry said, as he looked down at me. I smiled and raised my hand up to him; he took it and brought it down to the side of the bed. "They have cameras on you, so be good," he whispered. I found out I was in the ICU unit, and only parents could come in and out. Dad made up some story that since I was staying with my cousins while my room was being painted. He said he would appreciate it if they would allow Ryan to see me so he could see for himself that I was going to be alright, `because the boy feels like it is his fault this happened', due to some wrestling move they were doing. I don't know if they bought it, but it worked well enough that Ry was now beside my bed. I was moved from the ICU unit to a private room the same day; I guess the doctors finally decided I was out of harm's way. Once they got me settled in the room, I had mom, dad, Ry, and Aunt Jean - all in the room with me. The doctor came in to check me out, and gave the OK for some of the equipment to be removed. One of the pieces removed, for which I was most grateful, was the catheter. "Everyone's going to have to leave for a minute," the big dude in green said, as he came in with a tray covered in a blue towel. I grabbed Ry's hand when he started to leave, and the nurse just smiled at me. "If it's alright with your dad," he said, giving me a knowing smile. Ry and I looked at dad, who in turn smiled, and nodded his head, and left, pushing mom out with him; the door clicked shut behind them. "Your family cares a lot about you," the dude said, as he slipped on a pair of gloves. No other man besides the men in my family had ever touched me there, and I almost came off the bed. Ry put his hand on my chest and made me look at him, while the nurse took the thing out. It hurt like hell, but it felt so much better, until he gave the order to pee. That burned like fire! Then he took a small bag of something out of his pocket and hooked it up to the IV tubing. "Antibiotic; everyone usually gets a bladder infection when they have the cath removed. Call us when you need to get up." Turning to Ry, he said, "No going to the bathroom by himself, because he could fall and get hurt. So make sure that either someone is with him, or call us to help." The nurse said this to Ry, as if I was not there at all. He turned to leave, and said, "Oh, and if he wants, you can help him wash off; the stuff is in the bathroom, or we can get a nurse to help him wash up." Then he left the room. "No way in hell is anyone giving me a bed bath," I told Ry, just as the door opened. "You, my dear boy, will do as you are told," Dan said, as he came in, followed by dad, who only nodded his head. "Besides, Ry can give you one, or your dad or I will. It's not like its rocket science," he said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Your dad said I could come and see you, but if you don't want me here, I will leave," as he looked up at Ry, and then me. Ry looked at me and I just smiled. "No, you can stay; just no orders, or trying to take over," Ry said, as he went into the bathroom. I heard the water run, and then he came out. Dan gave him a leather overnight bag, and dropped my game backpack on the bed. Ry unzipped it, and took the stuff out of the bag; it was travel-size stuff like we use at home. Ry gave his dad a smile. "Thank you. I forgot this stuff," he said, laying the baby Magic stuff out on the bed tray. Ry washed me gently. Of course, it took a while. Dad and Dan did help me roll over so Ry could wash my back and other areas of my body. The bad thing was while Ry washed me, I got hard, like normal. I knew they noticed, but neither dad said anything. Once I got washed and dried, Ry pushed the button so they could come in and clean up the bed. Again, Ry helped me out of bed and to a chair; he would not let dad help at all. Once the bed was changed and I had a clean gown on, mom and Aunt Jean came back into the room. Mom gave me a little teddy bear with a bandage over its stomach, and Jean gave me a drawing pad and pencils. The Dads helped me sit up a little, so my hard on could be hidden under a pillow. I noticed that Ry stood off in one corner of the room while the folks were there. I made eye contact with dad; it took a while, but he soon got the message and got Dan's attention. "Well, I'm getting hungry, so I suggest we all leave. Ry, are you coming with us or staying?" Dan bellowed out, as he opened the door to leave. "Staying," Ry said, giving his dad a quick smile. "I'll come back after dinner and stay the night love," Mom said. I just smiled. "I can stay the night with him, if that's alright with you all," Ry said. "That's fine, Ry; we'll see you in the morning," Dad said, as he pushed mom out the door once again. "Now, love, he'd be embarrassed if he had an accident and you had to clean him up like a baby; let Ryan handle it. He'll call if we are needed," I heard dad say, as the door softly clicked shut behind them. Ry pulled the chair up beside the bed and sat down. Taking my hand into his, he gently kissed my knuckles. "Sorry I didn't get up the first time you called me," he said with a soft voice. "That's ok, as long as you got up," I told him. "Did your dad tell you the diagnosis?" he asked. I could see he was not happy about this. "Yeah, what if it is?" I asked him. We had an uncle who died at the age of 23, due to cancer of the stomach. They found it too late, and there was nothing anyone could do. So he just went home to die. "It's not, and if it is, they caught it in time to treat it or remove it." Ry took a deep breath. "I thought I lost you again, but this time for good." Ry took my hand to his cheek and brushed against it. I could feel the wetness of the tears, but could not see them. "You need a shave," I told him, with a smile. "You think so? I kind of like the Mountain man look," Ry said, brushing his small beard. I turned my head sideways and looked at him. "Ok, we'll give it a try," I said. He just smiled; I always wondered what a beard felt like being rubbed against my ass, or my crotch. Too bad I won't find out real soon. Dan brought Ry some food from wherever they ate. But Ry didn't like the idea of eating in front of me, since I was on bland food for a while - no spice, no taste; just plain, nasty, shitty food. He did let me eat some of his salad and a few veggies. I tried to sneak a bite of the pasta, but got my leg slapped. It didn't hurt too much, since I was covered with a sheet and bed cloth. The look I got made me slide down under the covers. A male nurse came in and checked my vitals and other things, making sure the IV and other stuff were ok for the night. He gave me a smile, and said to Ry, "Are you staying? The night" "Yes," Ry told him, as he flipped though one of his school books. "Ok, then we'll see you in four hours," he said, and left. After a few minutes, the door opened and a small roll-away bed was brought in, followed by another person with blankets and pillows. "Here's a pair of sub pants to sleep in if you like," one of them said, handing Ry the stuff, who only smiled at him as they left. The door opened again and a nurse popped her head in. "Would you like some ice cream?" she asked. I nodded my head `yes', and she came in carrying a try with her; it had those little cups of ice cream. She gave me two vanillas and a spoon. "Would you like some?" she asked Ry. He smiled and nodded `yes.' She let him pick what he wanted, so he took the strawberry swirl type. "Enjoy," she said, and then she was gone. We ate in silence; not much to talk about, since I was out for three days, and stuck in the hospital. After we ate the ice cream, Ry got up and got my game bag, helped me get my DS out, and I found a game I was playing at the cabin. I settled down to play, when I felt Ry's hands on my feet. I looked up at him, and he had lotion beside my leg. He flipped the sheets and blankets up over my waist, so he could get to my feet better. I love having him rub lotion into my feet. "Turn on the privacy button," he said, as he poured lotion into his hands. I flipped the button on, and he smiled. I went back to my game, as Ry gently picked up my foot and began to rub lotion on it. Then he moved to my ankle, and up the leg, where he stopped at my dick. He gave it a few gentle strokes, and then moved back down my leg, and then up again. He stroked my dick a few more times, and I laid my head back. My arms went limp beside me; my game sat on my belly. "You like that pet?" Ry asked, as he gently stroked me. "Be quiet," he said, when I let out a moan a little too loud. Ry moved up so his mouth was close to my ear, one hand still working my dick, and the other one rubbing my chest. "You like that, huh?" I only nodded. He purred in my ear, as his beard gently rubbed my face; he smelled so good. I moved my head to reach his mouth, but he just pushed my face away with his cheek. "No, baby, this is for you only," he said. I felt it before it hit. I closed my eyes tight, threw my head back, and bit my lip so hard I knew I left teeth marks. I grabbed the bed rails and lifted my ass up off the bed, with just my hands. "That's it, pet; cum for me," Ry whispered, as I came in his hand. I came so hard I saw stars! Ever cum with a bladder infection? It's like a toothache - the more I shot, the worse it hurt, but the better it felt. When I felt the last of it squirt out into Ry's hands, I opened my eyes and looked at him; he just smiled. "You're mean," I said. I brushed my hand against his crotch, but he stopped me. "NO," he said, when he grabbed my hand. I just looked at him. Then he went to wash his hand off, and brought back a wash cloth, and cleaned me up as well. "Want me to do the other leg?" he asked. I smiled and nodded `yes', but he only massaged that one. Ry slept on the fold-out bed that night, but he was longer then it, so he had to curl up some to sleep. Still, he fixed it so that he was by me all night, so that all I had to do was touch him and he'd be up, which only happened once, because I had to pee like a race horse. When I touched his arm, he was up like a flash. He helped me back into bed, tucked me in, gave me a kiss, and went back to his bed. We didn't wake up when the nurse came in to do vitals. I was awakened to the smell of food, and the door opening. The person who brought the meals smiled when she saw Ry lying on the little bed. "Here's a tray for him; the patient who was supposed to get it, moved back to ICU last night, so it's extra. We really don't like tossing them out," she said, in a low voice. "Thank you," Ry said, as he sat up. He looked so cute with his hair all a mess, and his beard scraggly looking. He blinked, but got up after she left, and went to pee. Then he helped me to do the same. I had to pee in a container that allowed them to measure it (the nurse called it a hat). The only reason I didn't have to pee in the pitcher-looking thing is because they wanted me to get up and use my legs, which is alright with me. It's really hard for me to pee while I'm lying on my back. Ry's breakfast was a slice of ham with scrambled eggs, juice coffee, a roll, and some jelly, honey, and something that looked like custard. Mine was runny cream of wheat, scrambled eggs, dry toast, apple juice, and a cup of fruit. I glanced at the slip that came with it (Bland, low sodium); I just rolled my eyes. Ry looked as if he really enjoyed his, but he kept telling me it was alright, with a shrug of his shoulders. I told him mine tasted like shit; he just raised an eyebrow at me. I thought to myself, `Man, I can't wait until I get home.' In the afternoon or early evening, my history teacher came by to visit. He gave Ry a stern look, but said nothing to him. He gave me the assignments I needed to keep up in school, and stayed around to help me out if I needed it, which in some instances I did. When he was there, Ry would go down and get something from the cafeteria, or go buy something that he could eat fast. My teacher and I did chit chat, but not about much; we really didn't want anyone to overhear us. I like his visits, because he brings me a small milk shake. When Ry came back, my teacher took the stuff and left, giving Ry a hard look. "Don't worry; his bite is worse than his looks," I told him, when he gave me a `what the hell look'. Then I explained that he was the one that I stayed with when I took off. Ry nodded, and then sat to do his own work. I stayed another two days in the hospital, and then I was allowed to go home. Mom, of course, wanted me to go to their house, but I insisted on going to my home with Ry. She didn't like the idea, but she finally said `alright', but we knew she`d be over every day to make sure I was being cared for properly. Once the doctor signed my discharge papers, Mom left so Dad and Ry could help me get dressed. "Man, son, you're ripe," Dad said, when I lifted up my arms. Ry even stepped back at the smell. "Well, bed baths don't get you as clean as scrubbing yourself," I told him, as Ry handed me the deodorant. "Wash your pits first," Dad said, as he gave me a warm wash cloth. I did, and then applied the deodorant. Since it was spray, I opened up my sweats and gave my area a good spray. Ry laughed, as well as dad. I hated the idea of being in a wheelchair, but said little when the big guy who was to take me down said I was to sit in it or stay here. I sat; he just laughed, and pushed me out of the room. I rode home with mom and dad in our SUV. Ry followed us; I know, because I kept my eye on him through the back window the whole time. "Are those boys..." mom asked. "Yes, love," Dad said. "How long?" Mom asked. "Not sure; not my business," Dad said, giving me a look through the rear view mirror. "Yeah, right," Mom said, turning around in the seat. "Is Ry treating you right, son?" Mom asked, in a caring voice. "Yes, If he didn't, I would not stay with him," I told her. She gave me a smile, and turned back around. When we got to the apartment, Larry was there. He held the door for us, and Ry helped me out of the car. As we walked up to the building, Larry smiled. "Glad you're home, Chad," he said. "Thanks, Larry," I said, giving him a hug. Once we got to our apartment, Ry opened the door and pointed to the sofa. I just looked at him, but I knew what he meant; he wanted me to sit, so I did. Then he went out to help bring in the stuff that my friends and teachers gave me while I was at the hospital. I was home all of five minutes when Ry decided I need to be in sleep pants instead of sweats. Even though they weren't really tight, just thicker material than sleep pants and, since I had a bladder infection, Ry thought I needed to let my junk breathe, and they could not do that in sweats. Besides, he thought that I would be more comfortable in the sleep pants, and we didn't need to take chances on hurting something on the inside. I didn't fight about it; I just got up and put on my DP sleep pants and T-shirt. When I came out to re-join them, Dad smiled at me; he probably remembered when I wore those cowboy P.J's when I was small. After a bit, Dan and Aunt Jean came over to see how I was doing. Mom was busy making lunch for us, so Aunt Jean went to help. Us guys sat around and chatted about this and that. When the beers were brought in, I gave Ry the puppy eyes, but he just shook his head `no'. That got me pissed; he always let me have some of his. I thought maybe it was because Dan was there; like he was trying to do the master shit thing again to impress his dad. I got up and headed to the bathroom. "Where are you going?" he asked. "None of your fucking business!" I snapped at him. "Chad!" Dad yelled. I didn't say anything; I just slammed the bathroom door shut. I took a piss, and then leaned back against the counter. I heard the door knob jiggle, then a tap at the door. I just huffed, and turned on the water to wash my hands. Then the door opened, and Ry slipped in and shut the door. "What was that little show about?" he asked. Ry was standing behind me, and his arms were on both sides, so I was not able to move at all. I could feel his weight against my back; his breath against my neck. I looked at him through the mirror. "Because Dan is here you're being an ass!" I snapped at him, as I glared at him through the mirror. "Oh, really! Well did it occur to you that maybe I won't let you have a drink because you can't have it?" I opened my mouth to say `I have before...,' but I got stopped with a wag of a finger. "Because of your stomach." Ry gave me a flat look. "Oh," I whispered. I gave him a sheepish grin. "Bend," he said, pushing me a little. "They will hear," I told him, pushing back against him. Ry held me by one shoulder as he opened the door a little. "Mom, when's lunch?" Ry yelled out from the bathroom. "In about ten minutes," one of them yelled back. "Thank you." He shut the door and stepped in behind me again. "Bend." "But, Ry," I whimpered at him. I knew what he was going to do, and I really didn't want my dad or anyone to know he spanks me. "Now, little boy!" he whispered in my ear. "It's either a few swats now or a full one when they leave," he said. By that, he meant bare ass over his knee for a very hard and long one. "They will hear," I told him, trying to stop the tears that threatened to escape. Ry turned on the cold water and fixed the shower head to hit the wall. I knew for a fact that it could be heard through the whole apartment. Ry placed a folded up towel on the cool tile of the counter, and pushed my shoulders a little. I let out a breath, and bent over. Then I felt his thumb on my back as he pulled the waist band of my pants down below my ass. I shifted my legs a little, and my pants fell to the floor. "Do you swear at me?" he asked. I shook my head `no'. He gave me three swats that made me jump. "Do you use that tone of voice to me?" he asked. Again, I just shook my head `no'. Again, I got three swats. Ry never smacks me on just one spot; he moves around from cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh, and then back up. The last two are always on the seat spot, and a lot harder than any of the others. Ry pulled me to a standing position, and his arms came around me and held me tight. He then kissed the top of my head. I turned so I could bury my face in his arms. I didn't cry, but it had hurt a lot. "Take a quick shower," he suggested. Then he kissed my head. "Call me if you need help." He opened the door and left. I took a deep breath, and then stepped into the shower. "Chad, lunch is on the table," Dad said from the door. I turned off the water, and slid open the curtain. Dad was standing there with a towel. I gave him a half-ass grin, but got out, and he helped me dry and dress. "Feel better?" he asked. I just nodded, since I like to take hot baths, and dad didn't say anything about my red legs. I figured the hot water made all my skin red. "Make sure you put on deodorant," he told me, before he left. I tossed a wet rag at him, and got him in the back. He just laughed and tossed it back to me. Lunch was great! Well, at least it had taste to it. Mom made soup from the veggies we had in the fridge, and sandwiches. Dad and Ry both told me to eat slowly; Ry leaned close to me and spoke into my ear very low so only I could hear. "Either you slow down, or I will feed you myself," he told me. I looked over at him, and he just gave me a smile, and raised both eyebrows at me, like `try me; I dare you'. I didn't dare him; I took his word for it, and ate more slowly. After lunch, the men of the family cleaned up; I got to sit on the sofa and watch. I was amazed that Dan actually cleaned up after every one. Mom and Jean chit-chatted about their lady friends, and who was doing whom on the soaps they watch. I grew tired, trying my best to stay awake. "Ryan, I think he's asleep." I heard mom's voice cut through the fog in my head. I tried to say `no' I'm not, but it came out like a snore noise. Then I felt arms under me, and I got lifted off the sofa, and laid on a soft bed, and tucked in. I found Ry's pillow, and curled up around it. 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, leaning 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. As I snuggled close to him, his hand moved down and rested on my butt. My leg went over his, and I turned slightly. That was it; I awoke in the same position I went to sleep in.