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Helping Uncle Robin

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YLeeCoyote@juno.com

Mother called me Friday evening.  She was very worried about her older brother, my Uncle Robin.  It was most refreshing that she was not overly worried about me – her eighteen-year son living in the freshman dorm – but someone else.  Perhaps she was realizing that I was grown up and not a baby needing constant attention.  "Robin says all is well but he does not sound right at all.  Please go over and see what's happening."  I could hear the great concern in her voice and this was the first time that she ever referred to her big brother without the preceding 'uncle' when speaking to me.  My mom's words kept ringing through my head.  I was up early Saturday (most uncharacteristic of me) and it was still early as the bus turned off the highway into the little town where Uncle Robin lived.  I was worried also.

As I walked up in front of the house, I had to double check that I was on the right block.  The place was a mess – the lawn needed mowing, a week's worth of papers was on the porch and the mailbox was overflowing.  My uncle's car was in the driveway even though the garage was open.  It had a crumpled left front fender and a messed up left side.

I rang the bell but there wasn't any response.  I tried the door and found that it was unlocked so I went in.  The inside was even messier than the outside.  There were heaps of containers from home delivery food in the front room and the kitchen.  The sink was overflowing with dirty dishes.  I found my uncle asleep on his bed surrounded by even more food containers.  There were zillions of beer cans scattered about also.

I was reminded of what my friend's frat house looked like after a party.  I tried to rouse my uncle but got only grunts.  They were the same sort of grunts I make when I need more sleep.  I called Mother and tried to calm her down.  "I think I best leave him sleep and then find out what's going on."  I told her.  "He does not seem injured."

I was far more worried than I wanted to tell Mother.  I looked about the house wondering if I could find a clue.  I repeated the operation outside and noted the most pungent overflowing garbage cans.  Since the neighbors had their cans by the curb, I dragged these curbside.  I then went back into the house and filled a large garbage bag with food containers and another one with beer cans and took those out also just as I heard the collection truck pull up.  "Well, at least the stink is gone." I thought.© YLeeCoyote

I spent some time doing some clean up.  I got the first load in the dishwasher and swept the floor.  I had to vacuum the front room because of all the food litter.  Once that was done, I could sit and scan the mail.  There were some bills and a lot of junk.  There was one paycheck that needed to be deposited but that also indicated that Uncle was on vacation.  At least the real problem was not unemployment.  I collected clothes from around the house and started the washer.  There were at least three more loads to do.

I did not have to be a psychiatrist to realize that my uncle was disturbed yet could not confide in his younger sister like he had so many other times.  The reason needed to be ferreted out and confronted.  My uncle's 'puter was still on and I decided that I would see if there were any clues there.  As soon as I touched the keyboard, the screen saver flashed as it returned to the desktop.  It was a strange image and I decided I wanted a better look.  A few clicks and I was looking at the image file.  One half was the image of a late twenties guy in a leather outfit holding some sort of paddle and the other side three words in heavy dark commanding capital letters: "Robin-Boi, Obey MASTER."  The browser history showed a lot of time on male/male domination/discipline sites.  The email file held the key for the last message from Master told the story.  It was a very nasty 'Dear John' letter.  My snooping had paid off.

I nosed about a bit more but I was sure that I knew the story.  My uncle had been dumped and taken it hard.  I had seen this a few times in school and had even experienced it myself back in the ninth grade.  I now knew for certain that my uncle was gay and a submissive.  I was not certain if the family knew it or not although they certainly did not talk about it like they had gossiped about a myriad of other things.  I though about how handsome and nicely built my uncle was.  He was almost fifty yet he was in shape with a decent job.  He would make a fine partner for someone.  But, of course, he would have to get out of his funk first.

I critically studied Master's image and decided that I looked just as hunky except I did not have leather pants and vest.  But clothes don't make the man, they merely proclaim him.  My muscles rippling under my tight T-shirt will have to suffice just as my old, shrunken 501's that let the world see that I was really a man would.  It was time to act.  I went into Robin's room and found the tawse hanging in the closet just as one of the emails talked about.  Back in the front room, I tried it out and quickly learnt how to swing it.  Returning to the bedroom, I stripped off the covers from my sleeping Uncle.  I was glad that Robin was prone.  I raised my arm and brought the tawse down on his ass.  His worn briefs did not provide any protection.  He howled and got another two cuts.

"Please, Master, I'll be good." he whined like a little kid.  Just like I did when dad took me over his lap when I was in grade school.

"GET UP, BOY." I barked in my deepest register, "GET UP AND GET CLEANED UP, BOY!  PRONTO!"

"Yes, Master." he whined and got out of bed.  As he headed for the bathroom, I gave him another cut on his butt and he broke into a run.  I heard the shower running in just a minute.  I went into the front room and checked my email.

Then Robin came into the room.  He started with: "Master…" and then stopped when he saw me sitting there.  He looked just like a little boy for he was wearing a sailor suit with short pants like he was ready for a Sunday outing in the park with his daddy.  He did not know what to say.

"This place is like a pig sty, Boy." I snapped at him.  "You are to clean this all up before anything else.  Take off that nice outfit and get to work.  Start in the bedroom.  Strip the bed and get the laundry going.  Vacuum.  Make the bed.  Put everything away.  Move it, Boy!"  One thing that I knew was that he had to get his mind on something other than that terrible 'master'.

"Yes, Master." he squeaked and dashed off.  When I peeked to see what he was doing, he was just in his tighie-whities working diligently at his chores.

When he was almost done, I added the kitchen to his list of chores.  I moved there when he was done and told him to do the front room.  By dinner time he was done, even with the bathroom.  It was only then that I told him to redress in the sailor suit and come talk.  When he joined me in the front room, he immediately thanked me for getting him to do the clean up.  After telling him that I obviously knew his secret, I added that he might as well confide in me.  Robin confessed it all – and said that I reminded him that there were others in the world.  He remembered that he messed up the car more than a week ago when he was very upset that he had been cruelly and rudely dumped.

We called for food and ate.  I told him to call mom and assure her that he was getting over a broken relationship and things were OK.  We cleaned up his 'puter by changing the screen saver and removing all of MASTER's emails and stuff.  It was only then that I made a truly adult decision.  I was going to take care of Robin.  I would be his master and he my boy for a while.  It was clear that he liked that sort of relationship and I had already started.  I could ease out of it after Uncle had recovered and could deal with the world until he found a new partner.

There was an immediate need for Robin; he needed to be punished for his misbehavior.  I remember how I felt after dad had spanked me when I was younger and that it was therapeutic.  There was a lot of stuff that Robin had written about and I used that as a guide.  I was glad that he was in his little boy sailor suit.  "Robin, you have been a very, very naughty little boy so Daddy is going to have to punish you." I said after we had talked a long time.

I was happy to hear him respond: "Yes, Daddy." with his head down just like a proper little boy accepting of a just punishment to come.  I took him by his hand and led him into his bedroom and slowly undressed him while reminding him how he had neglected his chores about the house and been nasty to his sister.  When he was naked, I led him to the bathtub.  As the tub filled, I got the bath stuff and bathed him.  I did not allow him to have his bath toys because he had been naughty.  I noticed that his pubes were very short and decided to shave them as they had been before.  With him standing in the tub, I covered the area with some shaving cream and used a safety razor.  They were short enough that the razor did not clog.  Soon he was nice and smooth.  I took him out of the tub and dried him off.  Then it was back to the bedroom.

I sat on the bed and pulled him over my lap.  I reminded him how naughty he had been as I patted his upturned bottom.  Then I gave him a hard spanking.  It hurt my hand to hit so hard but it was necessary.  I switched to a slipper after a few minutes and whacked him hard with it.  Of course, the tawse would have done it harder and more effectively but he was a little boy and a little boy gets spanked over his daddy's lap.  I kept it up until he was crying and then a little more.  I put him into the corner while I showered.

I got into his bed and called Robin from the corner.  He immediately cuddled up to me when he got into bed.  He cried and promised to be good and said he was ever so sorry as I held him very tightly.  Robin fell asleep like a little boy does after a hard day and I drifted off soon after, still holding him.

I was dreaming of a wonderful blow job when I awoke.  It was not a dream for Robin was doing a wonderful job of sucking my cock.  I enjoyed it immensely and soon rewarded him with a large eruption of my man-cream.  It was a most fantastic feeling and he gave far better head than the few I had enjoyed before.  It seemed even better when he thanked me for the privilege.  "You're a good boy, Robin." I told him.

Uncle Robin was really a changed man after that.  He realized that the universe had not terminated because he had been dumped and wanted to get things back to normal.  After breakfast, I 'reminded' him that he had chores to do this morning – cleaning up the yard.  As he did that, I used his computer and did my own homework.  We had an early dinner and then I returned to school.  He had to get back to work in the morning and arrange for his car to be repaired.

Once back at school, I spoke with Mom and assured her that Uncle Robin was getting over his failed relationship and she should not press him about it.  On the other hand, I also kept in close touch with my boy, Robin, making sure he was coping.  It certainly was different being in charge of someone, especially an older man.  For all eighteen years of my life I was closely supervised and just being away at college was a lot of freedom.

It was most wonderful.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L., June 5, 2008

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