By the time they reached the couch, Todd’s jeans and shorts were bunched around his ankles. Jared sat down and jerked Todd across his muscular lap.
“What gives you the right asshole?”
“That paper you just signed is a legal document. Starting now till your 21st birthday I have the right. And I’m going to exercise that right, and right now.”
Anger was replacing his fear, frustrated he could not defend himself,
Todd’s own temper flared. In fact he was building up a full-blown rage.
Once again Jared was reminded of how strong Todd could be, his slight build
was deceiving. He kicked and twisted violently in Jared’s hold. Despite
Todd’s strength, Jared had no
trouble keeping his hold on the young man. Language that would shame
a zoner echoed in the room. Jared recognized the signs of Todd’s building
tantrum. He was beginning to see a pattern to Todd outbursts. A hint of
where these rages were coming from. Any time Jared took over a situation
or anytime Todd felt the
loss of control he flew into a rage or tantrum. He would have to look
into that.
Todd was a complicated young man. He’d have time for that later. Right
now Todd was a complicated young man in need of correction. Jared pinned
the thrashing form to him with a huge arm around the slight waist.
When Todd
was in this state, Jared had proved in the past it was best to give
Todd the time to realize that he could not break out of the hold. Also
giving himself time to be calm. Todd was so volatile to deal with as it
was. He didn’t need his own anger to cloud his judgment. Lifting Todd’s
shirt revealing the tattoo in the small of his
back and his gorgeous backside Jared waited calmly. Todd’s struggling
began to lessen as he wore himself out, his breathing was heavy and a light
sheen of sweat covered him. Realizing he didn’t have a hope of getting
free sunk in. He was trapped. Fear began to once again replace his fading
temper. One last hope....he’d talked himself out of many situations.
“Okay....Jared... “Ansley. I hadn’t really planned on this.” A knot formed in Todd’s belly,
he could tell by the tone of Jared’s voice that he’d fail to get out of
anything.
“Not that you don’t have a royal ass whupping coming. But I thought
we could just talk it out. But as memory serves, you don’t work that way.
You don’t talk, you run. This morning’s activities proved that.”
Raising his hand high, Jared began the lesson. Todd jumped at
the first smack Jared’s huge hand gave his backside. The next was just
as firm and painful,
The heat Jared was generating in Todd’s posterior was growing rapidly.
That hazy weird sensation started somewhere deep inside him. He almost
looked forward to it. It made it so Todd could disappear into the hidden
corners of his mind. Just as he felt the warm numbing build, and
the world around him fade, Jared’s hand snatched him back from the brink.
“You will learn to keep promises. Jared laid on some real butt burners, Todd had to bite his lip to keep
from crying out.
“Lesson three, Todd. No more tantrums, Todd. When he didn’t get an answer, Jared turned up the heat by faster harder
swats. Todd was having a hard time keeping still and keeping his emotions
in check.
“Yes!! All right!!!!Clear!!! I get it!!!! Shit!!!...I believe..ow..fucker......I
believe you!.....”
There was no capitulation in Todd’s voice just resentment and anger…lots
of anger. Jared lectured and spanked for quite a while. He was getting
little to no response from Todd. No tears, pleas....not even a kick.
But he could feel Todd’s trembles as he fought for control. Just like the
last few times he had the kid over his lap he could feel the battle Todd
was fighting with himself. Todd had such a tight lid on his feelings. Jared
knew from his own experience you can’t just bottle
He readjusted Todd on his lap.
“Tantrums aren’t allowed, Todd Todd whipped his head around, his face pale and pinched, eyes red with
unshed tears. “I don’t give a fuck what you won’t allow. Leave me
the fuck alone.” Todd ground out through his teeth. Still the little rebel.
Jared continued to spank Todd’s now bright pink bottom with rapid-fire
swats. His arm extending way back and descending with painful force.
Todd lurched forward with the blows. They hurt so much. Much more than
any spanking he got at the cabin. He wasn’t going to be able to take much
more and not cry. He could feel the tears prick the corners of his eye’s.
A huge knot of something lodged in his chest and grew with each swat. He
couldn’t help it he reflexively cried out. “Ouuuuuuch....stop......”
Jared stopped mid-swing. He bent over closer to Todd’s head. “Did
you say something?”
Todd didn’t answer he just struggled a bit. A wasted effort for freedom
from Jared’s arms.
“No? Hmmm.... I thought you did. Sorry, my mistake.” Jared resumed
the spanking with crisp slaps that ate at Todd’s control. He struggled
wildly a moment or two before he cried out again. “OUCH...stop...argggha...Jarrred..
stopit!.”
Once again the hand stopped, Jared leaned over. “Say something
that time?”
Todd closed his eyes. Surrender was against his nature but he couldn’t
take any more. “I’ve....I’ve had enough.....stop.”
A chill climbed up Todd’s back, neck and buried itself in his scalp,
as Jared rubbed a hand over his bare bottom. Jared said nothing, just kept
rubbing his hand in a firm circle, not exactly in a comforting manner,
more like a holding pattern. Damn tank, Jared knew he won for the moment.
Just for the moment Todd swore to himself.
Jared patted Todd’s burning butt, making him jump. It was like swallowing
a marshmallow whole, but he got the word out. “Please....?”
Something was telling Jared he was letting the kid off far, far too
easy. But that one small, rare word pulled at him. That and he was not
all that sure how far he should push the boy at this point.
“Okay, Todd, okay.”
Todd’s body relaxed for just a second over his lap and a soft sigh that
sounded suspiciously like a sob came from him, just that once, then nothing
more. Jared helped him up, Todd jumped away from him like a scalded cat.
The boy’s face was positively pale and he avoided eye contact. He was not
so unaffected by the
Once Todd had his jeans zipped he still wouldn’t meet Jared’s eyes.
He stood there quietly, brushing angrily at his eyes. Not before Jared
caught the shine of wetness on Todd’s cheeks. Not so tough his little rebel.
Jared stood up and pulled Todd in his arms. Todd didn’t refuse but he
wasn’t what Jared would call affectionate, he was too interested in trying
not to appear to rub his bottom while he was rubbing his bottom.
“Okay, kid.....”
“I’m not a kid!” Came a muffled voice from against Jared’s flannel
shirt. Jared just chuckled and placed his hand on the punished denim-covered
bottom. Todd jumped a little at the contact.
With a big sigh Jared spoke in Todd’s ear softly. “Yes you are.
Shh! Quiet. You’ve been around the block a few times. But that just makes
you a kid with
Todd pulled back and opened his mouth. The huge paw lightly patted the
bottom it recently heated. “Do you really want to push for a rebel
yell. I’d be happy to oblige.”
Jared arched his arm back to resume the punishment. Todd reflexively
moved away from that hand and shook his head no.
“No? Then don’t argue right now.”
Todd reached behind trying to ease the sting. He really wasn’t feeling
so great and was not up for round two. So he wisely chose silence. He knew
he had been out of control, he shocked himself at taking a pool cue to
the tank.
“Shit! That was stupid.” He berated himself. If Jared had been anybody
else Todd would no doubt be a human shish-ka-bob right now or worst.
Jared removed Todd’s hand from rubbing his bottom. “Uh hu, no
rubbing.”
Todd squirmed wanting to rub out the pain. Apparently the stinging after
a spanking was part of the punishment too. Jared sat back down on the couch
and this time pulled Todd upright in his lap.
Todd stiffened as his seat made contact with Jared’s hard lap. Being
held was weird especially after a punishment. He started to struggle against
Jared’s embrace and earned himself a firm warning “pat” on the ass. Todd
gave in somewhat. He stopped his struggles and sat stiff as a board.
His head was pushed back against the firm chest. Todd felt anything but
cuddly right now. Frustrated was a good term. He had just lost his freedom,
tried to take out the tank, a man twice his size, with a pool stick, instead
of getting killed or at the very least a beating, he only got what Jared
called a whuppin. ‘Cept there was no “only” in that. He was wanting no
more of those. Then there was the whole thing with his mom, but that was
a subject that he couldn't touch...not right now, maybe not ever. His leg
was cramping again, mildly, he felt sick and his butt really
Jared stayed quiet. Letting Todd work through whatever was going on
in that head of his. Little by little Todd leaned more into him. Probably
unaware he was doing so. They stayed that way a long time. Todd admitted
to himself that he enjoyed how this felt….very much. Jared’s arms felt
good...now. It had been so
“Okay, cowboy. Let’s get you to bed.”
Todd started to tell Jared that it was way too early, it was still daylight.
He couldn’t remember the last time he was in bed before midnight. Other
than at the cabin that is. But he decided that this was “not” the time
to argue. His ass was so hot and sore. He reached back and rubbed his smoldering
flesh. He opened his mouth to “mention” that it was early. Instead an enormous
yawn escaped him. He was so tired. Jared’s heartbeat under his ear was
strong and steady, lulling him. He closed his eyes just for a moment.
Jared could feel Todd twitch a little as his muscles relaxed.
He grew heavier in his arms. He was surprised that kid had actually drifted
off and in his arms with pretty much no resistance. Maybe there was a real
chance here. Warning himself not to get too ahead of himself, Todd’s problems
were far deeper than one
Jared smoothed Todd’s soft hair lightly. Before he left the room he
pulled some sweats and a t-shirt for Todd out of the dresser and laid them
on the chair by the bed. Todd might feel a little confused in the morning.
So the clothes might ease that. The clothes he just pulled off the kid
were headed for the trash.
Jared walked into the kitchen and set the pile of clothes on the counter,
he cringed as he put his hand in the grimy-jean pockets to check for anything
that Todd might not want tossed. Only a wallet. Then he put the filthy,
ratty clothes in a trash bag and tied it off. It was amazing the kid didn’t
have lice as grimy as his
Pouring himself a glass of wine he then went into the living room and
collapsed on the couch. Using the fingers on his right hand Jared ticked
off all that had happened today, starting around one a.m., finding Todd
in a stupid challenge and nearly loosing him...no don’t go down that road
again he warned himself. Getting
And finally the whole last couple hours. It had been a busy day
and it was only...looking at his watch..5:30 p.m. Laying his head back
on the couch to relax he thought over the day. He worried over it. Did
he handle it right? There was no doubt that the boy had a good ass whipping
due. But Todd was so volatile, so damaged inside. Jared was taken by total
surprise by that stunt with the pool stick....he had no idea and maybe
he should have, about how violent Todd could get in just a split second.
It appeared that Todd had been surprised too. Doubt giggled in the back
of his mind. Maybe this was a mistake. What did he really know about the
kid, there were more people at risk here than just himself.
Jared stopped that direction of thought there. No, he had good instincts
about people and there was just...something about Todd. There was a good
and decent kid buried deep in him. He’s already seen faint signs. His sticking
his neck out for the old lady in Arizona a shining example. The protectiveness
and respect
Jared’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the elevator. Great.
He
“Hey, Mouse. Want something buddy?”
Mouse shook his head “Just making a delivery.”
He handed Jared a small package. “Deek had me bring these up to
you.”
Jared frowned a bit at the bottle of pills in the bag. “Hmm...this
morning Doc said it wouldn’t take long to have them ready.”
Mouse cleared his throat and fidgeted. “Hu...well....Ya see...I
came by earlier...and...well....you two were ...having a discussion.”
Jared looked up confused. “Who was having a discussion?”
Mouse’s face flushed deep red. “Uh....you and um...Todd.”
Leaning back. Jared looked at Mouse over the rim of his wine class as
he took a long drink. Mouse sat down across from the large man and pleaded
with him.
“Dude...it was an accident...I swear it...I left pronto man...I swear
it.”
Jared didn’t doubt the kid...Mouse knew all too well what one of those
“discussions” was like. “Huh...discussion. One way to phrase it.”
“Seemed pretty one sided to me.” Mouse flushed hot at speaking that
out loud.
Jared just grinned and tipped his glass at the red faced young man.
“You could say I dominated the conversation and got my point across. Think
I was being unfair, Mouse?”
“No way, dude...he was a real prick this morning....I’da used more than
just my hand, uh sorry, but the kid had it coming.”
Jared leaned over and looked seriously at the young grim face.
“Aw, Mouse. Cut him some slack. He had a rough day. He’s had a rough life.
I know, I know. So did you, but something tells me his was real hell. What
yours might have been. Give him time.”
Mouse just smiled softly. “Sure, J-Man. Uh....where is he?”
“Sleeping. Like I said it was a long day.” Jared looked a long
time at Mouse. So long that the younger man began to squirm.
“Tell me, Mouse. What do you think of all this?”
Mouse was confused. “Uh...all what?”
“Me and the kid.”
It was Mouse’s turn to be quiet. Stunned that Jared would ask him a
question like that. Though he wasn’t quiet for long. “I don’t know.
I mean he is 18 or will be in what.... Jared only nodded. Better than the camps by a long shot.
“So you think I’m wrong?”
“Well...nooo....just...okay, here’s the thing. Are you like his dad
now or uncle, boyfriend or what?”
Jared was floored by the question. Leave it to young William to hit
the nail on the head. Out of the mouths of babes. Well, he had no intentions
of being Todd’s father. Friend, boyfriend had a more truthful ring to it.
Guardian had a nice anonymous sound. It will take time for him and Todd
to work out what type of relationship they’d have. Jared almost forgot
Mouse in his mental ramblings. Poor kid looked like he swallowed a bug.
The big man was quiet so long Mouse began to think he crossed the line.
He got a big grin from the bigger man and relaxed. “Nothing to
be sorry about, Mouse. You pretty much hit it on the head. No easy answers
there. I don’t
“That and a good kick in the ass,” Mouse mumbled.
Jared clapped the younger man affectionately on the shoulders.
“Oh, he got that, trust me. You two didn’t get off to a good start did
you?”
Mouse stood up and shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the elevator.
Jared tossed a couch pillow at the “Bomb’s” retreating ass.
Todd woke with a start. For a moment he froze, his surroundings were
strange. As soon as he sat up he got an instant reminder of where he was
and with whom. He got up out of bed; his butt was still sore. It felt like
he had a sever case of road rash on his ass. Tender and hot to the touch.
He was naked too. Groping on the bed and floor for his clothes, his eyes
adjusted to the dark and with light from the hall coming through the cracked
door he found some clothes folded on a chair next to the bed. He pulled
them on, he was surprised they fit...good, and they were clean, like new.
After he was as dressed as he could get, he cautiously looked down the
hall. All the lights where out. All but the dim lights in the hall. He
had no intention of trying to sneak out of the apartment. He didn’t feel
so great and he knew he’d never make it out the building, even if he knew
how to get out of the building. He was wide awake and restless. Not exactly
sure where in Jared’s apartment he was, he walked softly down the hall.
The wood floor under his feet was cold. Cold and clean. He still limped
some; his leg was really hurting again. The apartment, strange word for
what he saw as a mansion, was paneled in a dark wood with expensive painting
and statues. He had a hard time keeping his mouth from dropping. He was
looking at enough to keep him warm, fed and dry for years.
And this was just a hallway.
Life was good on the top of the pile. Clean. Not like where he was from.
He could make out just some minor simple words but none made sense.
He could clearly read the piece of paper that had his Mother’s name on
it. And in fancy letters, death certificate, well he could make out death,
and put it together. He put a hand to his face when a droplet of water
fell on the paper he was holding, then another. Todd stared at the wetness
on his fingers a moment. It had been a lot of years since he shed any over....her.
Jared lifted his head up from the computer screen in front of him and
rubbed his eyes. It was hopeless. He would get nothing done tonight. Todd
was too much on his mind. He should get to bed. He was tired and wanted
to be up before Todd was in the morning. He didn’t think that would be
a problem. From Deek’s
He shut down the computer and wearily headed for his bed. Stopping by
Todd’s room. He walked in to check on him. Fear, anger, panic all rose
hot in him. Todd was gone. Just as he was about to storm out of the apartment
and rouse the building to search for the little shit, a sound hit his ears.
A particular “CLACK, CLACK.” Taking a moment to steady his breathing and
heart rate. Jared walked to the game room.
Stepping silently in the room, he found Todd leaning over the table
with his back to the door, rolling the eight ball back and forth. He was
tempted to scold the kid for being out of bed and for the scare he just
had. But the slumped shoulders and bent head, killed the words even as
he formed them. Todd had his file spread out
“I always thought she was just... out there, ya know?. Jared froze. That was the second time Todd had done that. Known he was
there the room with out seeing him. Once before in the cabin’s garage.
Kid had great radar.
Todd’s voice was hoarse and anguished, almost a whisper, and sounded
far away . “I....I thought she didn’t want me.”
Todd turned around wiping his arm roughly across his eyes. He had been
crying or was about to.
“So you figured that if she didn’t want you, you didn’t want anyone.”
Young shoulders shrugged. Todd’s brown eye’s glittered with tears
making them appear nearly black. How they tugged at Jared’s soul.
Jared approached Todd and gently put a hand on his shoulder. Todd stiffened,
but he didn’t pull away.
“Todd, your mother didn’t leave you. She was sick. Very sick. Back then
I’m sure little was done by the authorities to find her. Or you for
her. Things were just real bad then.”
Gently he turned the stiff young man to face him. Holding Todd away
from him to look him firmly in the eye. “But your mom did want you.
She loved you, Todd, she did.”
Todd just looked away. His chin trembling oh so faintly.
He pulled Todd into his arms. He could feel hot tears against his neck.
“Aw., kiddo. You can put your arms around me. I don’t break easily.”
Todd just shook his head, no. He knew if he did, he’d devolve into a
puddle right there. It was hard enough not to as it was, but to ever give
in, give in to compassion would be too much. If he did, he’d crumble into
a million pieces and never get back together.
Jared held on to Todd but gave no attention to his tears. Knowing full
well it would shut Todd down. Todd just stood there in his embrace. It
took him a few moments but he got himself together and remembered his present
situation.
Jared let Todd pull away a short time later. Tears and all evidence
of them gone. The kid was remarkable. Only his lips and chin trembled,
almost noticeably giving any emotion. Sighing Jared took the eight ball
Todd still held, from him and placed it back on the table.
“C’mon.” Jared led the way to a large bathroom. It was huge. All
glass and brass with black tile accents. It was bigger than most apartments
he’d been in.
“Why don’t you shower off, kiddo. You don’t smell so good.”
Todd looked up into Jared’s teasing face. He was a little ripe; he hadn’t
had a shower in a couple days. Jared tossed him the biggest, softest towel
he’d ever seen.
“Take your time. Come meet me in the living room when you’re done.”
Then Jared was out the door and gone. As soon as Jared was gone Todd
dove for the toilet and got sick. It took some time but he finally got
his stomach under control. At least this time he was alone. Todd quickly
shed his sweats and T-shirt and walked into the glass shower stall overlooking
a huge tub and turned on the
Stepping from the shower he wrapped up in the fluffy towel and rubbed
himself dry. Dressed back in the sweats he left the bathroom feeling cleaner
than he had been since the cabin.
The living room was huge or he got the impression it was. It was barely
lit with just a table lamp. It was bigger than any living room he had ever
seen.
Jared was relieved to see Todd come out of the bathroom. He had been
a bit concerned when he heard Todd throw up. He didn’t want to smother
the kid and left him alone. Jared hid a grin as Todd walked in the room
in just his sweats, his hair somewhere between wet and dry and in wild
array. It made him look so
“Have a seat.”
Jared pointed to a huge overstuffed couch. Todd sat down, air hissed
out his lips as he did. That much contact with his butt was not real comfortable.
< Chuckle> “Little tender there?”
Todd just tossed him a look clearly read “fuck you”. Jared just walked
into the kitchen. Todd couldn’t make it out in the dark only what little
the fridge light illuminated. But it was enough to give the impression
it was very large. What else would the tank have?
Jared walked back into the living room and over to Todd who was rubbing
his leg.
“Your leg still cramping?”
Todd just shrugged it off. He stood up and began to limp around the
room. Jared handed him a soda on one of his laps around.
“Thanks. You do all this?” Todd waved his hand around the room.
“Yeah, Brian and I did most of the major carpentry. I did the finish
work and all the decor. Kinda stereotypical don’t ya think? “
Jared joked poking his pinky finger in the air. He swore Todd almost grinned.
“Cool.”
During Todd’s travels around the living room Jared made small talk.
Todd spaced it out, his leg was starting to tighten up on him. Soon a painful
cramp seized him again. “Shit!...arrgha...”
Jared was by his side instantly. Todd brushed him off. Pain making him
irritable.
He tried to walk it off, but it wouldn’t relax. Jared nagging him. Try
this, do that. His leg was killing him, his butt was sore, Jared hovering
over him, smothering him, it was driving Todd crazy. His temper flared
before he could contain it.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Todd tossed his full soda can right at Jared’s head. His aim was true,
if not for Jared’s quick reflexes the can would have hit him...in the face.
Instead it just exploded against the wall and.....all over the tank.
Jared stood slowly up to his full height, wiping the soda off his face
and stared with cold amazement at the pale young man before him. Todd stood
stark still and white faced. He himself could hardly grasp his own actions.
Jared looked both furious and shocked. Todd tried to apologize or beg as
was his first instinct. But his voice wouldn’t work.
Any other time, Jared would have laughed at the look on Todd’s face.
He looked like a fish out of water with his mouth working like that. Todd
obviously was just as surprised and appeared to be trying to apologize.
Jared was tempted to let it go. This was the first time Todd showed
any sign of remorse....well on his own any way.
Jared quickly disregarded that notion. Todd was too prone to violent
outbursts like that to just let it slide. It was way past time for Todd
to learn that that behavior was never tolerated and what kind of consequence
he could expect from now on.
Jared strode over and grabbed Todd by the back of the neck and right
there, shoved him over the back of the love seat he stood next to. Todd
was too shocked by the speed in which Jared covered the space between them
to do anything. But as soon as he was face down into the couch cushions
he quickly snapped out of it and threw back his hands Not again!
“No!!......Jared!!.......don’t!!.....I didn’t mean it!!.......I’m
sorry man!!....Jared it was an accident!!.....don’t .. dammit!....knock
it off....”
Jared yanked down the sweats. Pinned the hands that were frantically
trying to cover his target. He leaned over and growled down at Todd.
“Bullshit, Ansley! That was no accident. That was another one of your
tantrums. I could have sworn we just covered tantrums, Todd.”
A muffled plea came up from the cushions. “ We did! Jared, it
was lesson three....man, please...don’t!....”
Jared looked down on the half moons. They were still pink with some
darker areas but nothing that promised bruising. Jared had to steel himself
against weakening. “Hmmm, it appears it didn’t do a damn bit
of good. Butt still sore, Todd?”
Nothing.
“Well, Ansley, is it?”
“Yes! All right yes!”
Patting the pink bottom menacingly, Jared stepped to the side for a
clear shot.
“Jared!!!no!!!!”
Jared raised his hand and delivered a stinging wallop to the boys tenderized
flesh.
!!SMACK!!
Todd was unprepared for how a blow to a freshly spanked butt would sting
and burn. “Owwwwww.!! Fuck!! ”
Jared refreshed Todd’s mind as he punctuated his second lecture of the
day on throwing tantrums and acts of violence.
“I warned you about this shit, Todd. “
SMACK...SMACK...SMACK. SMACK SMACK.
“You will learn to deal with your impulses better, wiser.”
The irony of being hit during this wasn’t lost on Todd. “ You’re
hit’n me..fucker..ouch. “I am not hitting. I’m spanking.”
SMACK SMACK....< Ouch..stop> SMACK
“Just my open palm spanking that bare, red ass of yours.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
“This is not a good time for name calling, Todd.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Todd couldn’t hold back on crying out, his butt hurt too much.
“Owwwww. sssstopit......enough...ouch....arrrgh..”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
“I will not allow you to risk harming yourself or anyone else with that
temper of yours.”
Lecture over. Jared tightened his grip on Todd’s captive hands and began
to spank in earnest. Todd struggled and thrashed as best he could but nothing
kept Jared from landing dozens upon dozens of stinging swats. Jared held
nothing back. For the second time that night Todd’s rear end was soundly
spanked. Todd
“OUCH... Jared at that point felt Todd had enough. Todd’s bottom was a nice shade
of red and hot enough to fry an egg. He yanked Todd up on his feet, not
so gently and gave him a firm shake.
“No more tantrums, Todd. I mean it. I’ll cut you a lot of slack on a
lot things, but violence is not one of them. Clear?”
Todd just nodded his head. For that Jared gave him five more hard swats.
This time Todd managed a croaked answer. “Ya...yessssssss! yes.
“Ansley, I expect you to answer when I ask a question. I don’t expect,
nor will ask for you to call me sir, but you will answer me. Understand?”
Todd stared to nod then caught himself. “Yeah. Jared looked down at the dark head bent in remorse. Todd was the perfect
picture of a well-spanked young man. Sweats puddled around his ankles,
hands behind him in a futile effort to rub out the fire Jared just ignited.
Tears brimmed those brown eyes. Jared knew they were more from anger than
any real pain.
“Wait here.”
Jared didn’t comfort him this time; he just barked the order and left
the room. Leaving Todd alone. He bent slowly...very slowly to pull the
sweats up. They irritated the hot skin but it was better than standing
there naked. He did as Jared said. He found it hard to stand still his
ass hurt so much. Rubbing did nothing for the pain other than give his
hands something to do while he worried over what Jared was doing. He really
didn’t mean to throw the can, just like grabbing the pool stick. It just
sort of happened. His temper was like that…always had been.
Jared came back carrying a towel and a jar of something. Jared stopped
in the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge. He came back
in the room. Todd watched warily as he then walked out of the light and
came back with something that looked like a small card table. Todd started
to ask what he was doing.
“Not one word, Ansley. You hear me. Not one.“
Jared looked sternly at Todd. The tears were gone. It was mind boggling
how the kid could just shut down like that. Jared had to admit that he’d
still be bawling if that had been him. But then Brian was a very thorough
disciplinarian. Todd still standing right where he told him to in just
his sweats.
“Did I say you could pull up your pants?”
“N..n...no. You didn’t say I couldn’t.”
Fear and anger warring with each other. Todd was not used to being snapped
at and didn’t like it. Jared just opened the table. It was long almost
7 foot and narrow and well padded. He spread the towel over it.
“Drop them. Now!”
Oh shit! Todd thought. “NO.”
Jared leaned over the table nailed Todd with his eyes. Green as an emerald
and just as hard. “I said now!”
“Fuck you.”
There was a slight hesitation in Todd’s voice.
Jared repeated his order, this time quiet and measured. “Todd,
come here. Now.”
Fear won the battle. Todd hated how his hands shook. He was terrified.
He could feel himself start to recede into the numbness that tense situations
brought him he could feel the heat of it in his face. He slid the sweats
down and stepped out of them. Holding them in front of his naked privates.
Jared gestured for him to walk over to him. He shook his head. Jared
saw the fear in Todd’s eyes. Taking a deep breath he relaxed himself. Cussing
himself for spooking Todd. He softened his voice.
“Todd, please, come on over here.”
Todd slowly walked over. He flinched when Jared took the sweat pants.
Jared just wrapped him up in his huge arms. This time Jared was surprised
by the tentative pressure of Todd’s arms around him. Just for a second.
Then Todd pulled quickly away.
“I’m sorry,” came a soft, sound. The apology was so soft it was nearly
a whisper. Jared knew it cost the boy to say it but he wasn’t about to
let him off that easily.
“You should be. I’m not going to tell you it’s all right. It’s not.
Todd, someone could get hurt next time. But there won’t be
a next time, will there?”
Todd shook his head. Both knowing that to be most likely untrue.
“Now get up on the table.”
Jared patted the table. Todd did what he said. Wincing as his tenderized
flesh made contact with the padded table top. Might as well of been made
of plain wood.
Jared handed him the water bottle and pulled a bottle of pills from
his pants pocket and gave Todd two capsules.
“Down the hatch.”
Todd looked up into the green eyes. “No. Don’t do pills
or drugs.”
With a patient smile, Jared nodded. “Good to hear. These are from
the Doc. Your leg is still cramping I want you to take them. Go on now.
“
“I said no. I....”
The warning look on the Tank’s face, made Todd squirm on the table.
He tried another tact. He still pushed away Jared’s hand.
“Please, Jared I don't want them.”
Jared put a hand on Todd’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “Todd,
I understand. Really. For tonight okay. If you feel better tomorrow
I’ll reduce the dose by half,
It was the please that got to Todd, that and the possible threat of
more damage to his backside. Any more of that tonight and he’d be bawling
like a baby, something to avoid at all costs. Nodding he took the capsules
and downed them with the water.
“Don’t worry about the water either. It’s been filtered well.”
Todd leaned back on the table, it was comfortable enough. Propped up
on his elbows. Jared gave him back his sweats.
“Here, go ahead and cover Todd Jr. there. Just keep it tucked out of
the way.”
Grateful for the cover, Todd took the clothes. He watched Jared grab
a jar and set it down on the table. Jared then adjusted Todd’s legs to
widen them. Picking up the jar he opened it. A powerful sent wafted up.
Pungent and somewhat familiar to Todd. Making his nose itch and run. Dipping
in his fingers Jared scooped out a good sized amount and began to massage
it into Todd’s aching leg. Todd jumped a little as Jared hit sensitive
knots in the muscles. It both hurt and felt good. He began to relax a little.
“Yeah. That’s it. Just relax. Tomorrow you’re to get some rest. Maybe
a few stretches...or how about laps in the pool?”
Brown eyes that had been half lowered, snapped open. “You
have a pool? Up here?”
Chuckling as he massaged. “No, not up here. Down on the main floor.
Yeah there’s a pool, hot tub. We have a complete gym down there. So what
do you say to that?”
Todd laid back down and closed his eyes. “Whatever.”
Soon a warmth began to build in his leg. Not long after that, it began
to grow, getting warmer and warmer. Nearly a burning sensation.
“Uh...Jared...my leg it’s...”
“Getting hot?”
“Yeah...a little.”
Jared’s large hands kept kneading and rubbing with the growing heat.
“It’s Deek’s own recipe. Like the old Tiger Balm, a sports cream for
sore muscles. Before your time stuff. His heats up pretty
good. Let me know if it gets to uncomfortable.”
It was nearly too much but it felt wonderful. For the first time that
day his leg muscles truly relaxed. His eyes became too heavy to open. He
rolled over when Jared asked with no argument. Those huge warm hands that
so recently tormented his body, tormented it again in a different more
pleasant way. His shoulders and neck, back and legs were getting a thorough
rub down. He nearly wept from the release of cramping muscles. In fact,
he was feeling some heat building up in another area as well.
Rubbing the kid’s tight muscles, Jared wondered why they didn’t snap
from the tension he could feel. He was a definitely getting positive response
from the kid. Todd would slightly push his still apple red ass up toward
his hands as he massaged the thighs under the round globes. He was careful
not to get any on the kid’s bottom. It didn’t need any more heat than it
had already. He was having problems keeping his mind on his work and not
on the tattooed backside.
Eyes skyward Jared prayed for strength against temptation. It was going
to be a rough road ahead with Todd. He was constantly torn between the
temptations of grabbing him and running for the nearest bed, alternating
with throttling the kid.
Jared could feel Todd start to go slack under his hands. Time to get
him back to bed, maybe with a little something to eat. Patting him lightly
on the thighs, avoiding Todd’s undoubtedly tender bottom.
“Okay, kiddo. Why don’t you put back on those sweats and I’ll make us
a snack.”
Todd got up off the table and got into the sweats. Soft fleece against
his butt, felt more like sandpaper. He felt drained. Confused and embraced,
worst of all....emotional. He moved to the couch and flopped down in the
pillow-like cushions. Wincing as his weight forced his bottom down in the
seat. He put his tired head in his hands, the events of the last two days
played over in his mind.
What he could remember of them. The reality of his situation still throbbed
under him. Anger began to boil again in him. Anger at whatever happened
last night, anger at that stupid bet with Jared. Angry at himself for losing
his cool when he needed it most. It cost him big time. His freedom and
now two spankings. Todd could feel his face flame as he recalled how he
begged and carried on. His palms grew moist. He pulled them away and starred
down at them. Wet. What was happening to him? He had a huge lump in his
throat. Instead of flying in to the rage that was building a moment ago
he was about to dissolve into a puddle. What he had always feared. One
crack and the damn would break. If he started to cry he’d never stop. What
good had crying ever done anyway?
Jared quickly made a couple sandwiches. Todd needed to eat. Poor kid
had tossed up every thing he had eaten today. When he returned to the living
room he found Todd on the couch. He was clearly upset. Withdrawn again.
He was staring out at the windows at the building storm. Flashes of lightning
could be seen in the distance. Each flash made Todd flinch. Confused at
Todd’s fear of storms when he was fearless of all else. Todd’s face reflected
his misery. A tear slid down his cheek followed by an angry hand to brush
it away.
“Todd?” Spoken softly, full of concern.
Wanting to hide, Todd got up and walked to the window, rubbing his face
“Todd, look at me.”
Shiny highlights on the brown head caught the dim light as he shook
his head no.
“Todd L-o-o-k a-t m-e.”
Todd, responding to the firm tone, turned and looked miserably at Jared.
Something reflected in those green eyes. Something he hadn’t seen in so
long, hadn’t needed in so long...wouldn’t let himself need or want. He
watched as the young man slowly turned to face him. Todd tried a couple
times to say something. He just ended up letting his hands flop uselessly
to his side unable to get across what he wanted to express.
Thunder crashed in the distance, Todd cringed like he expected the roof
to cave in. Jared motioned for him to return to the couch.
Todd limped back over and sat in a dejected heap. Arms resting on his legs
with his hands loose between them, head bowed. Jared put the plate of food
down and sat on the wooden coffee table in front of Todd. Unable to resist
running a hand through the brown hair, he smoothed the wild locks back
in place. How he loved the soft, thick texture.
Todd didn’t complain or pull away. He just stared at the floor.
“Todd, it’s going to be all right. If you just give this half a try.
It’s not a prison or a cage. It’s a home.”
Todd didn’t respond. Jared lifted that stubborn chin, silently demanding
eye contact. Tears glittered in the eyes Jared looked into making them
look like brown gems. Tears that Jared knew stemmed from someplace deep.
Deeper than any perceived loss of freedom and far deeper than any spanking
had touched. Using the pad of his thumb he gently wiped a single tear from
Todd’s cheek. He could see it in Todd, the mental reaction long before
the physical one. The ice wall that Todd used as a barrier from anything
emotional.
Todd pulled back and rubbed his face roughly with his hands. Tears were
gone when he lowered his hands leaving instead red, tired eyes. Jared reached
for a sandwich and shoved it at Todd. “Here.”
Todd took it automatically but just held it.
“Eat.”
“Not hungry.” His voice sounded and felt raw. It came out more
a croak.
“Todd you have tossed up everything you ate today.”
Slender shoulders lifted in indifference.
“Eat just half of that. I don’t want you taking medication on an empty
tank. Okay? Deal?”
Jared got a short nod. Getting up off the coffee table Jared sat on
the chair across from Todd. He grabbed a sandwich for himself, eating was
never a problem for him. Todd however just picked at the crust and ate
absentmindedly.
Each crash of thunder making him jump a little. Todd would take bites
robotically. His heart…or stomach rather…just not in it. He would stare
off at nothing and then Jared could almost hear the boy berate himself
for the tears that pooled in his eyes. Thinking he’d gladly pay a year’s
profit to read what was going on behind those beautiful brown eyes. What
made this kid tick. Aversion to compassion, affection, down fight
and resist any kind of authority. Clearly a control freak and very much
afraid of emotions. All but the anger. Saint’s there was a lot of anger.
Looking at his little rebel now. Letting his eyes take in everything.
Chances had been rare for that. Last night was filled with seeing to
Todd’s safety. Today was all fight. Now in the calm Jared knew to be only
the eye of hurricane Todd, he took the opportunity to examine Todd closely.
He was a little thinner than before, his upper body had a ribby look now.
The tribal bands on his
Haunted was the term he had been searching for to describe Todd.
Brown eyes slid over to lock onto Jared’s. “What?”
Todd’s gruff response was spoiled by a boom of thunder making him flinch.
“Don’t like storms much, do ya?” Asked matter of factly.
Todd just shook his head no. He shifted around on the seat. His butt
was really sore, making sitting uncomfortable.
“Don’t suppose you want to tell me why?”
Again Todd just shook his head no.
“Ah. Didn’t think so, maybe another time.”
Looking at Todd’s tattoos he was stumped by how it was possible for
someone afraid of needles to have such artwork. Shaking he head he gave
up for now on all the unanswered questions.
Jared got up and took the half of sandwich that Todd had mutilated,
out of his hand. “I think it’s dead. I’ll just go dispose of
the remains.”
Todd rubbed his leg absentmindedly. He was having a hard time keeping
his eyes open. He was so tired. He’d been fighting the medication for a
few minutes now, stuff was really strong. He had no fight left right now.
He was numb mentally. His butt and leg still had all the nerves working
on overtime.
“ Fuck it. What’s the use.” Todd spoke out loud to himself as he slumped
back in the couch. He was in a no win situation he couldn’t fight and all
his struggles did, was cost him. Closing his eyes he gave up and let the
medication do its work.
Returning from putting away the sports cream and towel he rounded the
corner to nearly collide with Todd. “Whoa! Sorry, buddy, didn’t
expect........”
Without stopping, Todd just walked past Jared. Todd had an odd look
to him. His eyes were half closed and his jaw was a little slack. He walked
past Jared as though he didn’t see him.
“Todd?”
Todd didn’t respond...at all. Concerned and suspicious, Jared didn’t
stop him but followed him down the hall. What was he up to now? Todd walked
strangely. It reminded him of his infant nephew. Toddle was a good word
for what Todd was doing right now. He toddled right to the hall closet,
opened the door, stepped
“What the hell is this?”
Jared opened the door and found Todd curled up on the floor of the closet.
Sound asleep. It was the damnedest thing he had ever seen. No, that was
not right, he had seen something like it before in the cabin.
He got the flash of memory finding Todd huddled in his bedroom closet...during
a storm. Todd must be a sleepwalker. That thought sent chills down
his spine. All these years Todd’s been alone and in strange places and
he’s a sleepwalker. His mind began to run all kinds of horrible scenarios.
He snapped himself out of it. “Don’t,” he growled at himself.
Bending down he eased Todd’s light frame up and over his shoulders.
Todd didn’t even whimper. That too was unlike the kid. He knew Todd to
be a light sleeper. Thinking that it was the medication at work, Jared
carried Todd down the hall.
Well, in the morning he would look into this sleepwalking thing and
talk to Roy about it too, get a medical view on it.
Jared for the second time that night tucked Todd into bed. He sat next
to Todd a long while and watched him sleep. He was snoring those little
uptight snores that Jared had missed. He was such a different kid, asleep.
His features were even different. Gone was the grim, coldness in that beautiful
face. In sleep he had
Todd sighed but didn’t seem to mind, so he kept it up and brushed away
the long bangs from the closed eyes. A tear slipped from beneath the closed
lids. What was in those dreams? Todd had plenty of secrets and demons.
Jared planned on uncovering them all in time. He continued to trace the
relaxed features beneath
Todd’s eye’s fluttered open a brief second then closed again. A second
tear slid down his cheek. Then he rolled over and resumed snoring. Jared
was fairly certain Todd didn’t really see him, but whatever or who ever
was in his dreams.
Squashing the temptation to rub a hand over the heated flesh, Jared
pulled up the covers up around Todd and left the room. What a puzzle
this boy was.
he forced himself to be still, besides he was effectively pinned against
the tanks large trunk. He couldn’t even reach behind to cover his
bare butt. Jared just took his arm and held it back. Without missing a
beat, Jared spanked with steady rhythm. One cheek then the other from top
to the bottom where the thighs met
the round globes. SWAT...SWAT...SWAT...SWAT. Todd’s white flesh rapidly
turned pink with each swat.
SWAT..SWAT..SWAT..SWAT..SWAT..SWAT. Everything came
back into sharp, painful, focus. Jared was a tolerant man. Tolerant
of many things. He could handle many things. Todd yelling at him, cussing
him...to some degree. But swinging a pool stick was beyond toleration.
If Todd was going to learn anything here, it was to rein in his temper.
Once he was sure he had the boy’s complete attention he began to explain
this, punctuating each point he made with painful swats.
again and I’ll lay you out.
< SWAT SWAT SWAT.>
them up. Not for long and never without a price. He could feel the
tremors wracking Todd’s body. Anger and something deeper boiled in there.
spanking as Jared had first thought as he watched Todd stiffly readjust
his clothes. Little trembling, jerky breaths moved Todd’s chest.
Not quite able to tell it if was from tears or anger that caused that.
No doubt a combination.
a few extra miles on ya. A kid that’s seen and done more than you should
at your age. My tough little rebel.”
hurt, he hurt all over, he just wanted to curl up and go to sleep.
He couldn’t remember who said it, that retreat was the better part of valor
or something like that. Well right now, retreat worked for him.
long since he rode that train of thought but allowed himself to just
take this rare small moment. That and he was just too tired right now to
fight anymore. Intense situations also brought on sleepiness in him. If
the going got tough the tough took a nap was his way. Thoughts about the
paper he signed and everything else, he pushed out of his mind. Too painful
to deal with just yet, later but not now.
spanking could cure. Jared sat there longer to give Todd time to drift
deeper. Once he was sure Todd was sound asleep he picked him up like a
little kid and carried him carefully to the room he had been working on
for a month. A room for Todd. Just down the hall from his own. He didn’t
turn on the light not wanting to wake Todd. The light from the hall was
plenty to see his way to the bed. With some inventive juggling he was able
to turn down the bed and keep a hold of his cargo. Laying Todd down in
the clean sheets, he very slowly and carefully removed Todd’s clothes.
Then pulled the bedding over him. Todd just
let out a deep sigh and rolled on his stomach. A smile pulled at Jared’s
mouth. Poor baby must have a sore butt.
clothes were but Todd seemed to have found a way to keep himself clean.
the brat home and seen to by Doc...twice! because of the whole braking
down the doors stunt he pulled.
of “G” last night. He was in there somewhere...wounded, damaged
but not broken....not beyond repair....not yet anyway. Jared will do all
in his power now to see that no more damage is done, not by anyone, let
alone Todd himself. Jared promised himself to study more of Todd’s past,
somehow. Maybe even get some counseling. Groaning he could just imagine
the battle he’d have on his hands over that idea. Maybe hit the library
on that. He knew he came on too strong...he could have eased this on Todd
better....maybe...who was he trying to fool? Todd would have fought this
no matter what. He’s been rogue kid for too long to just play along.
just wasn’t up to more company right now. He leaned over to watch down
the hall for his guest. The elevator light came on and a soft chime sounded.
The ornate copper doors opened. It was Mouse. Though he didn’t holler out
like he usually did. Jared motioned him over and held a finger to his lips
and spoke softly.
“Sorry”
know myself. Remember what it was like for you at first? He just needs
time to accept all this, he just needs to time to let things settle into
place.”
“Na...it’s cool. He’ll come around. Who could resist me, Baby, I’m
the bomb.”
Later Jared shut off the lights in the living room and kitchen and
returned to his study. Not really late enough for bed just yet. He dove
into some neglected paperwork.
He came around a corner and recognized this part of the house. The
game room was the first door on the right. Looking around he stepped in.
It was dark all except the lights from pinball games and the lamp above
the pool table was still on. Walking past the card table he saw the file
lying there. Opening it, he wasn’t
surprised to find the paper he signed gone. He moved some of the papers
around with mild curiosity. His chest tightened. There were some family
pictures...his family. Picking up the file he walked over to the pool table
and leaned against the decorative edge. Looking over the file he struggled
to read it. It was hopeless.
research, he learned that Todd was a real alley cat. Up all night and
slept most of the day.
over the felt table top. He rolled the eight ball with more than a
little agitation, enough to make Jared approach softly, as he would a wounded
animal. Not quite knowing what to expect. He didn’t want to startle Todd.
Not with a pool ball in his hand. Todd was prone to violence, something
he’d have to work out of the
boy.
water. Hot water. Hot as he wanted and seemingly as long as he wanted.
Out there, the best he could usually come up with was short luke-warm showers
or boil your water for a bath. The water felt so good, good on his shoulders
and face and letting the heat pound on his leg was heaven ...except on
his butt, slightly tender there. He washed that part very gingerly. Todd
scrubbed himself and nearly boiled himself under the steaming shower till
his skin was bright pink.
young.
“I got it! It’s all right.”
“Good. Then this should help you remember our earlier lesson.”
couldn’t tough it out this time. He began apologizing sincerely.
SWAT>.Please...I..uh....it won’t happen again...ouch....owwwwww...shit...”
“Is-that-clear?”
deal? Don’t fight me on this, please. We know who will win.”
So far the temptation on throttling was winning out. Todd could test
the patients of a Saint. He’s had Todd all of maybe 14 or 15 hours and
he has already busted his butt twice. Well he didn’t think it was going
to be easy and he was right.
quickly so Jared couldn’t see his weakness.
arms still surrounded toned muscles. His eye’s swollen and bloodshot
from tears. Hair, hanging down in his eyes. Longer than a month ago.
Meg could see to that...should Todd want. His cheeks seemed more
gaunt. Well regular meals would help that. Regular sleep would help the
darkness under those intense eyes.
It defied logic, Todd could cross dangerous waste lands and fly in
the air on that damn dirt bike of his, live in the most deadly places but
be clearly afraid of a thunderstorm.
Once he stopped fighting it, the medication worked fast. He moved to
lie down on the couch. Just for a moment to enjoy the release of the bone
deep ache in his leg. His butt however still hurt. He was asleep before
he finished rolling onto his stomach. Jared walked back into the room to
find Todd out like a light.
Face down on the couch and an arm dangling off the edge. He covered
him up with a blanket from the back of the couch and began to put away
the massage table and bottles.
in and closed the door behind him. Jared stared at the closed door
in disbelief a moment or two.
the face of an angel, all soft and warm. So boyish and sweet. He traced
his fingers on the smooth skin.
his fingertips. This was going to be tougher than he thought. A pang
of guilt hit him. Knowing he has been sending mixed signals, no doubt clouding
things for Todd. He’d have to work on that. It was going to be hard not
to give into temptation. For a few months anyway. After that it was up
to Todd as well, if they
would have any kind of physical relationship.
Jared leaned over and brushed chaste a kiss on the cool forehead. Peeling
back the bedding to peek at any damage done to the boy’s bottom. None,
but a nice healthy pink glow to each cheek below the tattoo.
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