Christopher ===========
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual
intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If
this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location,
or you are not of legal age, don't read it.
REMARK This story picks up in the world set up the stories
collectively known as the Justin_Series. If you haven't read
them, I recommend them based on the overwhelmingly positive stream
of feedback I've received.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is
purely coincidental.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web in full.
Prologue --------
As you already know, I'm a practicing attorney in our great big
city. I travel in a circle of hot friends and love to spank among
other S&M proclivities.
Youth -----
At 20, Christopher was fairly young, I didn't mind allowing him to
join us at events, and I supposed if I thought about it carefully
I realized that he shouldn't be at those places at only 20.
Of course, I was partially responsible for some of his degeneracy
and I had permitted him to help with setting up my dungeon. I let
him use it, I felt responsible for him being involved with that
woman. For what she had done with him yesterday, for how he felt
about himself for being gay.
I allowed his easy going geeky nature to go right past me.
Poor judgment.
Mistakes could be undone still.
I looked at his whipped body, welts rising everywhere, it was
Tuesday morning and he would likely miss classes again. I sent
Justin off to work and I helped Christopher shower and then I put
away all of the tapes I could find of him being whipped and locked
them in the cabinet. I didn't need him jacking off to his own
torture thinking that was healthy.
I laid him on the bed and left my AmEx platinum with him to order
food as needed. He could pass for me, I mean he was male and the
delivery boys wouldn't know the difference.
I brought the books I had Justin fetch the night before into the
bedroom and gave him my monogrammed silk bathrobe to wear, it
would possibly not hurt his skin so much and I kissed him, patted
his matted messed up engineer hair and headed to work.
His voice was still soar and he could barely talk much.
Work ----
Justin and I had some serious conversations about Christopher and
what course to take. I didn't know anything about his parents and
for all I knew they were part of the problem, Justin having been
mortified himself at the sight of his flogging, was in favor of
calling the College or Chris' parents.
I can't say I blamed him. I called the apartment and checked on
our young charge. Chris answered cheerful and said he was getting
some reading done and felt like he would get to classes tomorrow.
I asked if he had ordered food, he mumbled no. I said I'd handle
it and just to answer the door with my credit card and sign for
it.
I called a taxi delivery service and had them bring some food up
to him.
Justin stared at me, he was certain that this was all the proof I
needed that Christopher couldn't take care of himself. I agreed
with that diagnosis, but I didn't want whatever the cure we
selected to be worse than the disease.
I sent Justin out to go handle some client meetings and I took my
2 pm appointment. She was a young financier who had started some
web based business and was now being hounded in all 50 states for
income tax. Love that Internet, nothing is good for lawyers like
more things to sue over. I worked out a compromise which we would
offer to some of the more aggressive states along with agreeing to
participate in hearings on behalf of the company at the state
capital. I also suggested that we contact some of the savvier
Democrats and Republicans in Washington and begin aggressively
courting them for uniform Federal regulation, regulation bytes,
but one set of rules is better than 50.
Plans -----
I left Justin at the office at 4pm and headed home to check on
Chris. He was in my silk robe laying on the bed still in obvious
pain trying to read. "Chris," I started. He looked up to me. "Is
anyone going to be missing you at school that we should contact."
He shook his head. He didn't have any friends I realized. Nobody
would notice he was missing. It was very sad. Worse still the most
important friend in the whole universe that each of us could have,
ourselves, he hated. While many lawyers think they are god's
answer to everything, I've always thought it better to leave some
tasks to others, helping someone through something like what he
was going through seemed better suited to an expert.
On the other side of the problem was that trust was in short
supply. Action.
"Chris, you think we could go talk in my study about all of this?"
Nod. We wandered into the guest room/study. I shut the door to the
room and sat down with him on the bed. Every inch of his flesh
seemed covered with welts and whip marks and he seemed in pain no
matter how he strained to sit, even in the comfort of my silk
robe. I felt such pity for him.
I sat next to him and look him in the eyes. "Chris, this can't
keep happening, if you don't care enough about yourself not to
permit this, then I will care enough."
"I'm dirt, I deserve it," I heard him say his voice hoarse and
still only barely audible.
"No you don't Christopher," I asserted boldly, "nobody should ever
feel they deserve to be treated like you were. And certainly not
because they are gay."
"Leave me alone, I see the way you treat your husband and
friends," he responded. "Besides, you had me install the video
cameras for your own entertainment, you do that because you hate
what you are, we all should hate to be gay."
"Chris, let's leave some aspects of my sex life out of this for
first things, Justin and I have a very loving relationship in
spite of some of the aspects about it that others might find odd.
That isn't because we hate being gay, but rather because we enjoy
being gay but we also enjoy different types of play," I responded.
Uncontradicted, I continued, "I want to help you, lets start by
just understanding what I can do to help you out, we'll worry
about all of these other things, gay, spanking, what not, at some
other point. For now, lets just work on putting you back together
and helping you look like you care about living and help you enjoy
life."
He bought it.
Parents -------
In his hoarse voice still strained from the screams of terror the
other night, he told me about his parents and his upbringing. It
wasn't a pretty story. I hesitate to retell these tales, but then
again, to understand why Chris is the way he is, perhaps they must
be told.
From an early age, Chris' parents beat him for minor infractions.
To the extent that you can accept childhood corporal punishment, I
don't, this went beyond that by far. Chris was acting out the
things his mother did to him. Simply knocking over juice at the
breakfast table could mean a black eye.
When he hit puberty and he naturally began to play with himself,
that led to the whippings. Hours tied to a peg in the basement as
his mother or father flogged him for his "own good." He was taught
how bad it was for him to like his own body, but the worst
punishment had come because he was caught at school sucking a
guy's cock in the shower.
He missed school for a two weeks after that incident and he
assures me that you can still find blood on the floor of the
basement from when that happened. He also didn't have friends
because he was afraid they would see what his parent's did and he
stopped caring about himself.
School ------
He was outstanding in school, he had won a merit scholarship that
paid all of his bills and a living stipend and took him away from
his parents now thousands of miles away on the other coast. He was
happier here, but hadn't made any friends.
I thought I heard Justin enter and listen at the door momentarily,
but then leave us undisturbed. The noise reminded me that dinner
was important, I hoped Justin would take care of that, I noticed
from my previous AmEx statement that he had become quite adept at
ordering many things, I made a mental note to discuss finances
since only my money was being spent these days.
Back to the boy at hand.
Guest Bedroom -------------
"Chris," I said, "I want to help you move on, help you care about
yourself again and love yourself."
"I'd like you to move in to my guest room and stay as my guest for
as long as you want," I continued.
"But, there are going to be some rules," I finished.
"First, you are going to have a curfew, 10 pm. Second, you will
have to stay here each night. Third, you will start taking better
care of yourself, brushing your hair, etc. Fourth, you won't miss
class any more. And fifth, no more Mistress Talia or anyone like
her."
His eyes begged the question, what if I break the rules.
"If you can't live by the rules, I'll ground you, but ultimately
if you can't find a way to start loving yourself, I'm not sure
what any of us can do to help you."
Dinner is Served ----------------
Justin sensibly knocked on the door and entered fully clothed
still. I was relieved. Smart man. Maybe the credit card bills
could be overlooked.
He brought in some chinese and shut the door giving us back
privacy.
Chris ate it heartily, relieved. He knew I wouldn't send him back
to his parents and I could support him here. After we ate, I asked
if he wanted to do some reading before bed time and if he would go
to classes tomorrow. He asked to skip again and I agreed. I
brought his texts into the room and set them on the desk. I kissed
him on the forehead and turned out the lights letting him try to
fall asleep, still in agony at only 8 pm or so.
Justin ------
My husband had stripped down again to his jock for me and was
propped up in our bedroom reading a trashy gay novel "The
President's Son." I had picked it up because of the cute twink on
the cover, Justin was reading it. Figured.
I put myself on top of him and slapped his ass warmly with my
hands just letting him know I was there. He rolled himself around
and kissed me.
We talked about Chris, he would stay. I told Justin, don't strike
him at all, even if he gets on his knees and begs you for it, or
I'll give you hell. Justin looked at me and nodded. We kissed. I
wrapped my arms around him and brought up our joint finances as
well as the credit card bill. We agreed that he would start
covering some more expenses as long as he planned to work and that
also he would start saving more to some retirement investments. I
recommended Tom for the investing.
We talked about whether he needed to work, and I explained he
didn't that between my salary and Tom's investing acumen on my
savings, that Justin didn't need to work and we could live a more
than posh life. He toyed with the idea of quitting. I could see
that much. Then he thought about Geof's life, and passed on it for
now. We kissed and I stood him in the window for some corner time
before his bedtime spanking.
I went out to the living room and found Chris on the couch unable
to sleep watching mindless TV shows. I looked at my watch, 10:30
already. I sent him to his bedroom and tucked him back in with
another kiss on his forehead. I went to the medicine cabinet and
took out some extra strength ibuprofen and some ointments and went
back to the guest room all the while, Justin stood waiting for me
in the window.
I helped Chris take the pain killer and then rubbed his body with
the ointments trying to soothe the pain. Once I felt he would be
able to sleep I left a light on in the hall and cracked his door.
Bedtime Spanking ----------------
I shut our bedroom door and beckoned Justin to my lap. Then I
slapped his beautiful olive complexioned ass cheeks firmly 50
times. I wanted him to still be a bit more frugal with the credit
card, there are only so many chatchkas from Tiffany's that our
apartment could handle. Plus, I felt he and the salesman were
getting too friendly if you follow my meaning.
He said ouch quite a lot for a bedtime spanking and I kissed him
after it was done and had him stand, red ass to the city for a bit
to contemplate better financial health. I opened the bedroom door
to invite Chris in if he needed to. Then I lay down with my hot
husband. He kissed me deeply and warmly giving himself to me in a
mad passionate kiss and then working his tongue across my body,
licking and sucking and biting my nipples. I began to moan in
ecstasy.
Justin licked my torso and then began sucking my cock expertly.
He was good. I shot in his mouth in just minutes and he kept
licking my thighs and groin torturing those most sensitive areas
with the stroke of his tongue keeping me stimulated after I had
cum. It was painful and yet wonderful. My moans of pleasure must
have filled the apartment.
If Chris had any doubts that Justin and I loved one another
passionately, I'm sure he heard how we felt about the matter.
Justin didn't stop licking me till I shot a second load this one
onto his face. He looked silly and we kissed laughing and giggling
like school girls.
I made love back to him like I had done on our "wedding night." I
took his cock shaft deep in my mouth down into my throat and
sucked him hard. Then I got onto him and rode his cock shaft all
the while holding and pulling on his nipples. He was so hot, his
cock was in me deep and I was riding him like a bronco. He moaned
and moaned in pleasure calling my name and finally shot his load
deep within me.
We kissed and fell asleep.
Morning -------
Sometime in the night, later, Christopher joined us, for when our
alarm went off, he was curled against us. I didn't mind, nor did
Justin.
All three of us worked out together.
Things seemed promising.
I helped Chris get dressed and sit down and start to do some work
in his new bedroom, our former guest room.
Justin and I headed for work and I checked in throughout the day
with Chris. He was catching up on missed work and his body was
feeling better. I would send him back to classes tomorrow. Also,
we would move him out of his dorm room.
Rhythm -------
Life with our new third spoke, Chris, fell into place. Chris was
gradually taking better care of himself. He was brushing his hair
every day and looking more put together in general. The whip marks
were fading from his body and he was starting to look beautiful,
his hair together, his tall 6'3" lanky body stringy but muscular.
After a week, I had still not heard from Rob about their AIDS test
results, but I had been very occupied with Chris. I wanted him to
start seeing gay sex as healthy and natural since he seemed
ashamed of his desires.
Sex ---
I sent Justin to stay with Tom and Geoffrey on a recent Friday
evening sparing Geoffrey his normal weekend punishments. I skipped
dinner with my usual friends, and took Chris to dinner at a fancy
restaurant the two of us dressed up nicely.
By the time dinner was over, he was relaxed and I could see how
handsome he really could be. He actually had a quite pleasant
sense of humor and was clearly very bright. I took him home and
found the penthouse empty, I took my clothing off as we entered
the foyer and then helped him out of his.
We kissed passionately and I explored his body first with my
hands. Drawing him back into the bedroom, then pulling him onto me
in the bed, our mouths still locked, our tongues exploring each
other's mouth.
I rolled him over onto his back and began massaging and licking
his body with my hands and tongue. First my tongue licked the
soles of his feet. Then I sucked on his toes. I ran my hands up
and down his legs and rubbed them. I lifted his left leg and began
to lick down his hairy legs towards his groin, covering every inch
with my tongue licking and wetting his body tenderly. I stopped
just at the edge of his groin area holding my tongue back from the
sensitive areas of the body still. Then my tongue turned to his
other leg.
I licked that leg up and down just as careful to avoid the
sensitive erogenous zone around the crotch and cock.
Then I sucked his finger tips, taking each finger into my mouth
and sucking on it firmly. I licked his palms and hands, then each
arm. I licked his warm smelly arm pit, the musky smell felt strong
and manly. I pulled him to me and licked his neck and back. Then
my attention shifted to his chest, I licked every inch of his
chest except his firm nipples.
His hairy body was moist from my tongue and his cock and nipples
were hard and at attention. We kissed again, tongues locked in
embrace.
"You like this Christopher?" I asked, pausing to let him consider
how he felt about gay sex now. No verbal response came back.
He flipped me onto my back and kissed me deeply and then began to
work my nipples with his mouth and also gently with his teeth. I
began to moan loudly in ecstasy.
His mouth then slid down my hairy chest to my cock shaft standing
erect at 8" and he began to lick it gingerly first and then in
earnest. He was deep throating me with no trouble and his efforts
on my cock shaft together with his hands tweaking my nipples sent
me to cloud nine and I felt the shudders of a mighty orgasm from
the tips of my toes along my legs and from my whole body as it
convulsed and shot my hot cum into his body.
He swallowed.
Then he said, "Yes, and I want to stay here."
Two is Better than One ----------------------
"Look, Chris," I started.
He interrupted, "No, I know what I want, you and Justin have been
wonderful to me, and I know you have been trying to keep from
punishing me using corporal punishment, but its ok."
"No, Chris, it has to be your choice, I can punish Justin freely
because he accepts that I can do it and chooses to live with it
willingly."
"So can I, I'm a big enough boy and I see that you are fair and
not abusive and very loving, and I want to live as your son for
now, if you will support me."
Wow! I felt I needed Justin's consent, but I also felt certain of
his answer, "yes." So I gave it for both of us.
Chris and I kissed. "Look young man, you are nearly 21 but, I'm
still going to have to set some rules for you and I expect you to
work hard in your classes."
Chris nodded eagerly.
Bedtime Spanking ----------------
I took him to his bedroom and stood him in the window, faint whip
marks were still visible. I waited a few minutes and then sitting
on the edge of the chair, I called him to me and pulled him over
my lap and tenderly, yet firmly, spanked his ass 20 times. I
kissed him and tucked him into bed.
We would work out the details in the morning.
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