Turning The Tables ================== **WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse and sadomasochistic activities between two 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 by the stories _Spanking_Party_, _Justin_Returns_, and others. 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. As the title of this diary entry suggests, once in a while things happen in a different way than you might expect. This was one of those occasions. Morning ------- **buzz** **buzz** I woke slowly, groggy. **slap** I hit the snooze button and slowly opened my eyes and looked around, sun was streaming into my bedroom. I didn't see Justin anywhere. Immediately I sensed that this was going to be one of those days. I hustled my ass and got dressed, no time for a workout since I had overslept an hour. Justin must have reset the alarm clock because I was not feeling like moving but it was well past the time when I normally am on the go. I rushed out of my apartment and onto the street only 20 minutes behind schedule. Justin had left early for a client meeting I remembered him kissing me and whispering into my ear. As soon as I stepped out of the revolving door of my building and onto the sidewalks, the rain started. Before I could even hail a cab or step back in I was soaked from the torrential downpour. Choices, to go back up and arrive later or go in drenched? I went back in, dried myself off, and called in sick. Telecommuting ------------- I made all of my calls from bed and handled two meetings by phone. Not a bad days work. For lunch, I ordered in chinese. For dinner I ordered more chinese. By the time Justin came in at 7, I was surrounded by little cartons of chinese food and things were a mess. He looked rather aggravated. "Have you forgotten?" "What?" If I could have slammed my head against something hard, I would have. Instead I just slumped in the bed, it was the weekend of our 6 month anniversary. He slept on the couch and we didn't talk. I didn't even make a fuss about him missing his bedtime spanking for the first time in some 180 days. I felt lower than low. I also realized I was missing Michael and both of us were missing dinner with our friends. Saturday -------- I woke up, and little chinese food cartons still surrounded me, I felt sicker. I called Dave and asked for some medical help, he said he would drive over. Justin was already gone and I had never reset the alarm, it was 11 already. First, I needed some medical attention, then I needed to make amends with Justin. Dave came over with his medical bag. His hair had regrown from his treatment 5 months ago -- finally -- and his cheating heart was towing the monogamy line. Justin had come home and cleaned up in the bedroom without talking to me. I felt like shit, I hadn't even picked up his gift from Tiffany's, worse still while I had moped in bed all day, I hadn't bothered to have it couriered up to me. I called the store and asked if anyone could deliver it, the cute young salesman who had made the $50,000 sale which must have netted him a handsome commission was happy to deliver it. I know how to spend money on those I love, I had considered a diamond studded paddle, but discarded the idea as impractical and settled on an emerald arrangement in matching engagement bands. The pattern was exquisite. I had selected them secretly, measuring his finger while he slept, I wasn't sure what he bought me, although I suspected that this was going to be an uneven aspect of the relationship, it had been years ago and would probably continue, I didn't care much about dates and birthdays, I had let 20, 25, and soon would let 30 slip by without a big deal, I figured maybe at 100 I would hold some sort of thing, but for now, I kept it quiet. I remember throwing Justin's 25th birthday party years ago that was a big do then. Lord save me when he turns 30. My 25th birthday produced a card and a light dinner. If I tried that, he would murder me. Prognosis Negative ------------------ Dave finally arrived with Rob in tow, and they sat down at my bedside. Dave felt my forehead and then took my temperature. Normal. He checked my glands. Normal. More tests, formal diagnosis, "Acute Bupkis." Well, I wasn't going to die at least. Justin came in and wasn't happy since he had wanted a fancy dinner and lots of other things. I sent Dave and Rob out so we could talk a bit. He was afraid I had faked being sick because I didn't love him enough. I pulled him close and kissed him. "No, sweetie, I just felt terrible yesterday, it could have been a 24 hour thing." Justin shrugged and sent Dave and Rob home thanking them. The desk buzzed that my package had arrived and I asked them to send it up. The salesman was surprised to find Justin wearing just a bathrobe which he kept in the closet for these situations. I went out and signed for the package and thanked the salesman, he winked at me, realizing who the other ring was for. I took Justin back to the bedroom and kneeled in front of him giving him the ring. He was amazed. Silent. First Things First ------------------ "Yes," he said. My heart swooned. "On one condition," he continued. My heart sank. "I want you to be mine just this once," he said, "just for tonight, I want you to give yourself to me completely." His terms were clear. I hadn't been on the receiving end of a spanking in ages. I used to enjoy it, but I found few people could find the right level of intensity/pain/pleasure I needed. I loved Justin dearly and since I had first met him eight years earlier, I had wanted to be with him. "Fair enough," I said, "we put the rings on and from now till tomorrow morning you are me and I'm you, I'll do anything you say." I was going somewhere I had never been, but I love him so much. You don't buy $50,000 rings at Tiffany's for someone on a lark. We had a 3 yr + 6 mo track record and I felt certain that this time was right. He smiled and put my ring on my left ring finger. I then slid his ring on his left ring finger. We were hitched. We embraced and kissed lost in time for a while. I felt his hands cup my ass, as mine had done around his for the past few months. **SWAT** He brought both down firmly. It felt strange. I felt flush. "There are plenty of jockstraps around here, go get in one," he said matter of factly. "Yes, sir," I snapped back curtly. I headed to his dresser, stripped and put on a jockstrap alone. He didn't bother to change but had headed to the living room couch and was watching television. I sat down on his lap, as he did for me and leaned against his face. He kissed me back. We sat watching TV, our positions reversed, the chemistry hot. Appetizer --------- After the news ended, he helped me up and took me to the master bathroom. He had me stretch out on the floor, with my arms above my head. The floor was cold and I shivered slightly. He noticed and turned on the heatlamp. With the warmth of the heat on my front and the cold floor slowly warming underneath me, my boy-sir looked down on me, his for the night. He took some shaving creme with menthol and lathered my armpits leaving the creme to sit for a bit. Then he took my straight razor and carefully and slowly cleaned my armpits of all hair. Next he lathered my chest with the shaving creme and repeated the treatment. Slowly denuding my hairy chest of its manly hair. He left the jockstrap I was wearing alone and didn't seem to want to cut my pubic hair off. Soup ---- With my chest shaved, I felt more naked. He lifted me forward off the floor and kissed me. Then he asked me to turn around and kneel on all fours. I did it. I felt something cold, thin and lubricated enter my ass, a thermometer. He slid it in deep and walked away. Hours, ok probably 3 minutes later, he came back and pulled it out. "No temperature," he announced like this was a big surprise. My cock had stiffened from the thermometer in my ass and he stood me up and lubed the thermometer again. Carefully he lifted my cock evenly. Then he pushed the metal tip towards my cockhole. I could see he had rubbed it with ben gay for lubricant, this would hurt. I stood still for him. I loved him didn't I? The tip touched my cockshaft and it was cold. I wanted to run away and hide somewhere, but I also wanted to stand still for him, so he would know I loved him. I quivered. Slowly and gently he pushed the metal tip into the lip of my cockshaft. He was careful to be slow and gentle. I wanted to move away. He put one hand cupped lightly on my ass cheek and held me reassuring me that this wouldn't hurt too much. I felt the metal tip moving slowly up my cockshaft. First the cold of the tip moved into my urethra then the wider glass of the thermometer itself. The ben gay lube didn't burn at first. He slide the thermometer all the way down my 8" shaft till the base of the thermometer was at the tip of my rock hard thermometer swallowing cock. I was somewhere between terror, pain and ecstasy all at once. Then the ben gay hit, it's warm burning sensation while pleasant on the outside felt like a match inside the length of my urethra. I let out a scream and he stood and kissed me, my cock in agony, our lips locked. He held me till I calmed and then lay me down with the thermometer in my cockshaft so I could savor the pain-pleasure of it all for a while and he left the room. I thought about taking it out, it hurt. It also felt unusual and kind of pleasurable in a way that low grade pain can only be described. He left it there, my cock hard and engorging a thermometer for a while. Finally he took it out slowly and my cock contracted, empty and painful. He handed me water and made me drink 6 glasses till I finally had to piss. He had me do it standing in the shower. It hurt. He kissed me. Salad ----- He pulled out a large enema bag and begin filling it with water. I bent over the tub without instruction. I felt him glide the nozzle into my fuckhole and my cock still felt on fire from its earlier treatment. Once the nozzle was buried deeply, he let the water flow slowly at first and then more quickly filling me with warm soapy water. First it felt nice, but by the end of the 2nd bag I felt very full, he seemed unlikely to stop, but rather filled me with 2 more quart bags and then plugged me up. He stood me up and I felt cramped from the pressure. He kissed me warmly and passionately, our mouths locked in embrace. "Thank you," he said as he began to slap my ass while held in an embrace. My body ached from the fullness of the water and yet, his mouth felt like chocolate, delicious and melting in my mouth. The slaps increased in intensity as he finally turned me back around and bent me over the tub slapping my bare ass vigorously. My cock was hard, my bowels filled with soapy water, my ass plugged and my boy was beating my ass. This was hot and intense. Just retelling it makes me want to shoot. He picked up my hairbrush from the bathroom counter and turning its firm wooden side towards my ass began beating me. It hurt. I wanted the water out, I wanted it to stop. But it also felt wonderful. I liked the sting of the brush against my ass. The release of being able to let go of control and let him just dominate me. The hairbrush kept hitting my full ass as I began to moan in ecstasy. The pain was intense but beautiful and my cock stiffened in spite of the conflicting emotions. As the pain mounted he struck me harder and harder with the brush. My cock got harder and harder and pressed against the ledge of the tub, it finally shot a mighty load. I let it all loose right then, I was lost in the pleasure-pain of the spanking. He kept it up with my body full for a few more strokes after I came. Then he made me lick my cum off the tub ledge. I wanted my ass emptied and he granted my wish without me asking, pulling me to the shower and yanking the plug violently, he emptied me of water. He was taking advantage of me I know, but one night out a lifetime and he would get paid back for this. My ass felt sore from the repeated strokes of the brush and he pulled me close and kissed me warmly, cupping my hot ass and kneading it a bit. He slapped my sore ass a few times producing some ouch's and then just held me tight. Entree ------ He took me there. For the first time since we got back together, and for the last time, he fucked me. It happened quickly, he didn't even bother having me kneel and suck him, he forced me onto all fours on the bathroom floor and like an animal mounted me. His throbbing cock entered my now clean and loosened, still soapy ass with ease. Stroke after piston like stroke of animal thrusts and grunts greeted me. It had never been this good when we were together before, he was like a different person. The strokes were deep and powerful his cock exploring my ass fully I could feel each piston like thrust deep within me and finally he stopped inside me and collapsed on top of me grabbing me around the chest and pulling me up to him and then he shot deep inside me. He just held me like that for a while, his cock softening inside me. Dessert ------- What a hot evening. I respected Justin for pushing me so hard and testing me. I loved him. Later that evening as I stood in the window, waiting for my bedtime spanking, I contemplated the changes I had brought to his life over the past six months. How every day for the past 180 he had given himself to me completely. How we worked side by side during the day as colleagues, and then came home to a world where he could give himself to me completely. Tonight, I had given myself to him. I had shown him that I loved him as much as he could ever possibly love me. When he beckoned, I came to his lap for a bed time spanking. My ass was already sore and hurt as he delivered 20 some hard slaps to my bared upturned ass. Finally, I lay on his chest and went to sleep. We were together now -- for good. Write the Author ---------------- **E-MAIL THE AUTHOR** These stories are e-mail'ware at this point. My original _Spanking_Party_ was written on a lark and the feedback convinced me to keep writing. Now thanks to net-encouragement, a rather long piece, ~50 pages, is under consideration for inclusion in a gay/lesbian smut fanzine, I will keep people posted about purchase/download information. Thanks again 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>.