Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2012 07:06:52 -0700 (PDT) From: John Jones Subject: My Delinquent Godson, Part 13 My Delinquent Godson Part 13 Aprof2motivateu@yahoo.com Disclaimer: The following is a work of homoerotic fiction involving an adult and teen. Do not read if it is illegal where you reside or if you will be offended. Apologies for the long time since the last installment, life gets busy sometimes. So the next day was July 4th. Of course not much going on at my place then, so I decided to take Ryan into town, such that it is, for the afternoon and the fireworks. There was a parade, then sort of a carnival atmosphere down on the river. They had games, stuff for sale, horrible food that one would eat at a Fair, etc. However, I figured it would be a great chance for Ryan to wander around with some other kids his age. After we got there, I gave him 40 bucks and told him he could wander around the waterfront, talk to any kids he knew, play the games, etc but that I wanted him to check in with me before the fireworks so I wouldn't have trouble finding him after it got dark. I saw him several times that afternoon. Some of the kids he knew from his job were there, and there was a gang of teen boys and a few girls sort of wandering around. I could see that Julie had found him and was following him around like a lost puppy. But I also ran into my friends and we got busy. We had a few beers and just chatted about the Summer so far. When it came time for the fireworks, Ryan was nowhere to be found. I wasn't concerned at first, but then as the fireworks ended and I still didn't see him I got more concerned. I saw a couple of the teens that Ryan had been with and asked them where he was and they gave me the "I don't' know" answer of teens who know damned well but aren't going to say. Ultimately, I spotted Julie with some girls, and asked her. She burst into tears and said he was sick and pointed to the men's room in the men's room at the ballfield across the street. I went over there, figuring I already knew what I was going to find, and sure enough he was barfing his guts out, drunk. The smell of alcohol, stale vomit, and urine (he had already wet himself) were strong. I was mad as hell, but this wasn't the time to do anything about it. I picked him up and essentially carried him to the back of the truck. I was afraid of alcohol poisoning and didn't want to just drive him home so I took him to the ER in the small town. They pumped his stomach, but in an IV and kept an eye on him until morning. A drug screen was done and was negative. While he was there, I told them I was afraid he could have been assaulted in the past and had them do an HIV test and culture all of the relevant body parts. In the morning, a very hung over version of Ryan was in the truck next to me, still stinking of urine and vomit, for a very uncomfortable ride home. He could tell I was livid and kept trying to apologize. All I could say was "Ryan, right now I am so fucking mad that I am not ready to hear it. Just be quiet and try not to throw up again in the truck". When we got home, I followed him into the bathroom and told him to strip down. I adjusted the shower and took all of his clothes and put them in the washer, except I put his nice running shoes in the firepit as they were ruined. Returning, I got in the shower with him and scrubbed him head to toe about 4 times, including 4 shampooings to get all of the vomit out of his hair. Afterward, I helped him dry off and told him to put on his soccer shorts and t shirt and meet me out in the kitchen. In the kitchen, I made Ryan some chicken noodle soup and explained that we had to get him rehydrated after what he did to himself. I laid out how much soup I wanted him to have each hour and then we retired to the sofa on the family room. I sat down next to Ryan and, God bless him he had the balls to open up the conversation: "So I'm in big trouble I guess" he said. "Ryan, that was the understatement of the century. You are in huge trouble" I said. "Yeah, I drank when I shouldn't have; got sick; made an ass of myself with the other kids..." I interrupted and helped him out a bit with the list "placed your life at risk; wound up in the ER where you cost me at least $1500; embarrassed the hell out of me in public... and I could go on" I said. "I'm really sorry Uncle John" he said. "I know you are Ryan, but what the fuck were you thinking?" I asked. Since I don't usually say fuck in front of him, it got his attention. "I don't know... I was with the other guys... they were drinking... offered me some... I didn't want to look bad so I had some... they dared me to drink more so I did the whole bottle cuz I thought people would think it was funny... next thing I knew I was in the hospital" he said. "Do you even remember me finding you in the public bathroom and carrying you"? I asked. "Uh no" he admitted. "What do you supposed could have happened if the wrong person had found you like that" I asked, hearing the anger in my voice, then checking it as my rage was not going to help Ryan learn. "Something worse than Jacob... I know... it was stupid... I'm really sorry". "Look Ryan. You scared the hell out of me. I couldn't find you and I was so worried, then when I did, you were alcohol poisoned. I could have lost you" I said earnestly. Ryan started to cry and so did I and I held him until he stopped. "Well I'm glad you are alright Ryan" I said. "Me too, thanks for taking care of me" he replied. "However, this afternoon when you are feeling better, you are going to get an asswhipping you will never ever forget" I said. Ryan gulped and nodded... "Strap"? he asked. "Yeah strap. Your ass is going to be torn up for a week Ryan. You are never going to do this again" I said. He gulped and said "Well I deserve it so I'm not going to try to argue about it". We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon getting him rehydrated, eventually advancing to solid food. By 3 pm or so he was feeling like his old self, except that he was worried. "So Ryan... think maybe it's time we headed for the barn" I said. Then we got to the barn I took down the strap. Holding it in my hand I said "you remember what those two felt like"? With a trembling hand and lower lip he said quietly... "Yeah... I'm really sorry... please..." "Ryan, don't embarrass yourself by begging. I love you too much to not do this to you. It is going to hurt like hell but it's not going to kill you" I said. "Now Ryan, take off the t shirt and the shorts (being soccer shorts they have a mesh liner but no underwear). Ryan did it and stood there, testicles withdrawn against his tight belly and legs shaking. I came out with a sawhorse and put it in front of him and said: "Ryan, one ankle by each leg, arms over the horse and hang on. Miserably, he did as he was asked but was shaking like a leaf. "Stand up again Ryan and face me" I said. He did so. I took him in my arms and held him for a full minute and whispered "Ryan you are a good boy really. But boys make shitty decisions sometimes and my job is to make sure you don't do this again. I have to keep you safe. I hate doing this. In fact, I would rather trade places with you than do this to you" I said. You are going to cry and yell and beg, but I am not going to injure you. I guided him back into position and he hesitated a minute: "Uncle John you would rather be in my position"? He asked. "Yeah I would". I actually meant it when I said it as I did not want to hurt him. "No, I did it, let's just get it out of the way with" Ryan said bravely. I took down the strap and held it in my hand: "Ryan, you will get 15 with this strap tonight instead of twice your age like you deserve. I want you to count each one. When you are holding still again, I will tell you the next one is coming and we will continue until done". "Ryan, here goes" I said. I could hear the strap whistle through the air then the loud CRACK on Ryan's suddenly lividly striped bottom "OOOOOHW...oh...oh... one" he said. "Good Ryan, I know that was tough, here comes the second one" I said, and again it whistled through the air " AAUUGH...OW...OW...that hurts so bad...ow...two". "I know it hurts bad Ryan. Now let's just get it over and promise me you won't make me do this to you again" I said. The strap whistled through the air and connected a third time. "OOOOHW FUCK... PLEASE" he said. "Ryan, I understand, its going to hurt but we have to finish this" I said. I continued in this manner, each time listening to the tortured boy cry out and promise to be good until finally the 15th landed. His poor bottom had welts all over it and moderate bruising. He was a mess. "Ryan, stand up a minute" I said. He did, and I held him for about 10 minutes while he sobbed and apologized and promised to be good. "Ryan what do you think 30 of those would have felt like" I asked him after he stopped sobbing. "God, that would have killed, I don't know... Glad you didn't do that to me". "Well the punishment is 30, and we will talk about that tomorrow Ryan. For now, let's get your sore butt cooled off in the lake" I said. We walked the 40 yards to the lake, Ryan bare butt with the cool evening breeze hitting his undoubtedly on fire bottom. We got into the water and he sighed a bit once he was in it "yeah Uncle John, that really does help some" he said. "Yes Ryan, getting the heat off helps with the tissue damage, but it is going to hurt like hell every time you sit down for close to a week" I said. "Uh Uncle John, about that other 15 whacks..." He said. "Ryan we aren't talking about the punishment tonight, we can address that tomorrow. Let's get you upstairs and get some lotion on your bottom" I said. When we got upstairs, the phone went off and I answered it "hello" I said. "Sure Chuck, he's right here let me put him on" I said, handing the phone to Ryan. Of course I could only hear Ryan's side of the conversation: "Hello?............ Oh hi Mr. Smith... Uh Yes Sir... no you don't need to apologize... No I know it looked bad, really it's cool... OK, I'll be there tomorrow... bye Sir..." Ryan smiled broadly and said "yup got my job back so that's cool". "Yeah, though I think you will be a little uncomfortable at work for the week" I said, patting his bottom for emphasis. He laughed and said "Oh Yeah, don't think I'll be sitting down tomorrow on the job". So I took Ryan into the bedroom and had him lay down and I rubbed aloe onto his sore bottom. It was still quite hot to the touch. Then I gave him a back rub for an hour or so. By the end of that time, the aloe had been absorbed so I rubbed more in. We just chatted for the rest of the evening, and every hour or so I put on more lotion for him, knowing that he was going to have a rough day at work tomorrow.