**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual 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.
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.
Sometimes though, a massage can be one of the most satisfying aspects of life. Another's hands tenderly caressing the tense parts of your body and working the muscles loose. Justin and Geof both were sore from their respective strappings and canings earlier in the weekend and by Sunday both were sore enough that any more would have been needlessly cruel.
Time for them to pleasure me.
I took my clothing off and laid down on my bed, propping two pillows under my belly. I was well exposed with my entire back and body exposed and my massive 8" _c_o_c_k_ hanging low between my legs.
Geof lit some candles to scent the room warmly with a fresh pine odor. Justin began rubbing massage oils into my back. His hands were warm as he slowly covered my back with a thin layer of the oils. Geof began massaging my feet slowly and tenderly as Justin positioned himself over my back and began to knead my tense muscles.
Geof then worked himself between my legs, laying on his back, and began to suck my _c_o_c_k_ shaft. I began to moan in ecstasy as he sucked and Justin rubbed my back and arms and shoulder.
Geof continued to suck be vigorously as Justin's strong firm hands massaged my back. His warm hands felt hot against my skin from the oils. He worked each disc of my spine firmly pulling the skin and pounding and rubbing.
He worked my shoulders pulling them back and stretching me out. Swedish style, he kept pounding my back, unlocking every inch of tense muscle.
Geof's sucking was having a noticeable effect as I began to moan in pleasure as my hard tool was fully within his mouth and being sucked hard, long and deep. He was not particularly expert but the continued sucking and licking was **very** satisfying.
Justin's work on my back was somewhere between utter ecstasy and sheer torture. A good back massage can feel like that. At once relieving and also slightly painful. Justin freed all of the tension in my neck and lower back.
When I finally shot my load into Geof's waiting mouth, I felt so exhausted from Justin's ministration's on my back that the cum shut forth with barely a whimper. They let me lay there, glad that I was temporarily out of commission and their asses were safe for a while.
I laid on my stomach and heard them making out in the living room with wild abandon. Geof and Justin were getting along rather well I thought in spite of Justin's disciplinary assistant role in Geof's life and Geof's strapping the _f_u_c_k_ out of Justin just yesterday.
I stayed flat on my stomach every muscle loose and exhausted from the massage.
We headed to dinner in the, gay, ghetto, at the same place we had gone Friday. Tom joined us and I waived Charles and his hot boy toy Carlos over to our table and they sat down with us. Geof and Carlos started making eyes at one another and Charles yanked Carlos to the bathroom very unceremoniously.
At the table, we heard the sound of a belt hitting butt in the bathroom and the entire restaurant's eyes turned to the mens room. When Charles walked out there was a lot of applause. Carlos stayed for a while and the restaurant watched waiting, Carlos finally exited blushing and clearly sore. He sat down at our table without comment embarrassed, cheeks flush and red.
Tom pushed Geoffrey onto the ground, under the tablecloth and towards Charles. I watched Charles unzip his pants as Geoffrey sucked him discretely under the table. Charles smiled and quietly orgasmed into Geoffrey's mouth.
Geof finally came back up on our side of the table, less smug and kept his eyes down on his food or on his own master, Tom, for the rest of the dinner.
Carlos was hot, but Charles didn't believe in sharing, and was very selfish about his boy toys, Justin and I had a much more open relationship on these sorts of matters.
Christopher wandered into the restaurant with a girl he had been seeing for a while. I use that term loosely because I am not sure of their relationship and have only seen him with her twice at my apartment.
I waved him over and she left him for the bar. Christopher sat down next to Justin and me and kissed Justin warmly and then me warmly. I asked about the chick and he shrugged noncommitally. I rubbed his matted hair trying to straighten it a bit. I asked if he could help me add some added camera angles to my dungeon setup to mix the face/ass shots on the horse he agreed.
His engineering skills had designed the original setup at no small equipment expense, but he donated the labor and had used it twice himself -- with this chick -- without any questions from me about the women. Or what went on in the room. Or about the definitely male screams for mercy that came forth.
I found it better not to ask questions about that sort of thing. He had slept with me twice nwhile setting up the equipment, but never asked me to do anything and in fact had been rather limp in bed. I was continualy trying to be nice and to help him out and just make him feel good enough about himself to brush his hair, etc.
The second time Chris had used the dungeon, I found the video tape still running and him crying on the floor curled up in a fetal position. His back was covered with whip marks.
I pulled him to me that night and held him against me in bed. I watched the tape later, but I never discussed it with him. It was hot. Chris was a mystery. A smart geeky engineer who liked spanking men a lot as far as I could tell, but who somewhat regularly seemed to enjoy being whipped brutally by nice looking women.
Who could explain it?
I kept trying to be nice and warm to him and to help him feel comfortable with men, but he seemed at 20 to know exactly what he wanted.
Geof and Tom headed off as did Charles and Carlos. Christopher came over to my place with the girl who had left him for the bar earlier. We followed Christopher into the dungeon bedroom and watched the nice looking girl take his clothes off.
Mistress Talia as she called introduced herself to me was quite the demurr mistress as these things go. There was none of that cheap leather or waist high boots. She was a simple plain woman with long flowing red hair and even for me, she registered as _s_e_x_ually attractive due to the gross level of understatement. She was wearing a one piece outfit that was comfortable and yet also mildly revealing. The outfit was all dark colors.
She cuffed Christopher's wrists with padded cuffs and then attached the center point of the cuffs to a hook on a pulley to the ceiling. A couple of tugs on the pulley and he was standing tippytoe, restrained and naked for her desires. She inserted a videotape from the shelf into the machine and activated it with experience. She had been here before I reminded myself, but I was impressed by her techinical skill setting the machines Chris himself had installed and set up.
She pulled a whip out of her bag as Justin and I watched. The whip had a decent sized handle at approximately one foot and the whip itself was leather undoubtedly.
She rubbed the whip against Christopher stroking him with the butt of the whip, he began to plead for mercy and she cursed him. I held Justin and felt his sore ass. He clung to me tightly.
We watched, Justin turning to avoid the sight.
I watched wondering what possessed Christopher to subject himself to this.
His lanky 6'3" body stretched, arms above his head and anchored to the ceiling. He tried to tiptoe away from the butt of the whip and Mistress Talia pushed it in his face turning his head and forcing him to look at her. She jabbed him in the back with the butt of the whip violently forcing his body to jerk violently. There was no escape for him.
I watched eyes wide as she landed the first blow to his back with the whip. The first stroke stung mightily and Christopher jerked and tried mightily to break free but he wasn't going anywhere. His body twisted hoping that she would stop but instead the next lash landed wrapping the entire front of his body and he screamed in agony. The whip mark clearly visible.
Mistress Talia remained silent throughout and kept up the pace slowly and steadily whipping whatever part of Chris' young smooth body was exposed to her at the moment. His body became criss-crossed in deep red welts from the lashes of the whip and his voice became hoarse from screaming long before she finished flogging him.
Justin ran out of the room terrified of the levels of pain being inflicted, but I stayed and watched. Mistress Talia was careful not to let the whip strike the same exact path flesh twice and seemed intent on insuring that Christopher's entire body was covered in welts. I could see why these rendezvous only occurred once or twice in a blue moon.
After a while, Chris' crying could barely be heard over the lash of the whip and Talia's invectives against him. Mistres Talia finished whipping him, but did not free his hands. Instead she put on black leather gloves from her bag.
Then she rubbed her gloved hands over his lashed body feeling the whip marks, I could sense her approaching orgasm and I just watched in awe as her body convulsed before my eyes, the sound of Chris' tears barely audible. I saw wetness at the front of her dress and she began moaning and finally orgasmed. She kissed Christopher as she left leaving him for me.
She waived to me and headed for the street with wetness just visible covering the front of her tight dark outfit.
She had orgasmed without touching herself.
I approached Christopher and touched his welted flogged body.
It was hot and tender everywhere: front, back, sides.
By my own account, these scenes were getting more intense.
I pulled his face to me and kissed him with tongue, he responded probing me with his tongue. I released him from his bonds and took the crying man-boy to my bedroom and laid his whipped flesh on the bed next to Justin. No part of his body was free from pain and yet he seemed content to sob and cry for the night.
I gave Justin his bedtime spanking and Chris watched in fascination.
Perhaps, he was just copying me when he gave spankings at the parties, so what did he really want and why?
The three of us slept, Christopher against me limp, sore, and sobbing, Justin against him.
Understanding was not possible, yet at least, I needed more information.
In the morning, Justin and I headed to work leaving Chris still sore in bed.
When we came home, Christopher was watching his flogging on the TV in the living room and masturbating to the spectacle while also feeling the welts on his own body.
He wanted pain, but why and how? We respected his needs and quietly went to the bedroom till we heard him orgasm loudly and then the TV go quiet.
Justin cooked dinner as I went over some of the new equipment I wanted for the dungeon's video facilities. Chris was enthusiastic to the changes. Till just earlier, he had stayed naked and sore the whole day and had not shot.
I took him into the shower with me and slowly washed and cleaned his body. I applied no lotion to soften the pain and dressed him in a jockstrap out of modesty and finally took him to join Justin and I at dinner. He seemed pleased that I wanted to take care of him a bit.
The pain did not bother him and he talked happily with Justin about the new video equipment.
Justin finally asked the question, "Why?"
Christopher looked relieved, I had avoided the question thus far, allowing his preferences as I hoped others did for mine.
He just smiled though, and said, "Because, I deserve it for what I am."
"Gay," Justin asked?
Christopher looked down embarrassed and ran to the dungeon crying.
I left Justin at the table and went to Christopher and found him crying on the floor in a fetal position. I took his sore welted body against mine and held him tight saying nothing, just accepting him.
Justin did not join us, he was I think in disbelief. I was too, but I would never make it so obvious.
I let Christopher stay with us, he had missed his classes at college for Monday already and I had Justin fetch his books from his dorm room so he could stay with us for a few days and sort out his feelings.
I felt if nothing else, it would do him some good to see a nice gay couple enjoying each other even if Justin and I were into something more than boring simple vanilla.
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