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. Author: TopLegal, toplegal@geocities.com (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. Write the Author ---------------- **E-MAIL THE AUTHOR** These stories are e-mail'ware at this point. The first story in this series, _Spanking_Party_, was written on a lark and the feedback convinced me to keep writing. My thanks to everyone who has written in and thanked me or shared their own stories. Continued e-mail means more stores. Keep in touch with me at <mailto:toplegal@geocities.com>.