Opening Up
Chris sat beside me with his head down, shaking and trembling from the burden of baring his soul to me.
"I don't know what to say Chris, this is a lot to take in. I am relieved that you feel you can trust me with your heart and I won't betray that. I just need a little time to process all of this."
"I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore Jay. I'm a slut. I get helpless around certain types of men, dominant, aggressive bear types, and I don't do well with resisting them. I don't know if I can."
He started crying, head down, his shoulders shaking. I put my arm around and spoke softly and gently to him.
"Maybe you haven't felt love yet Chris and I never said I didn't want to be with you. It's the opposite actually. I love you even more for being honest with me. Everything you've described to me is pure sex and a certain form of sex, dominant, sadomasochism. Sometimes people who like being dominated, lack confidence and by giving themselves over to someone they are releasing their power, giving into that lack of confidence in a way. It's often very successful, smart leaders who like it. You're like that. You're a born leader. It's a preference not a sin, but it need to be an equal relationship with agreements and understandings in place first. You were vulnerable and drawn into this and it doesn't sound like an equally or healthy relationship. You never discussed taking things to that really intense level and he took advantage of your innocence. What if you met someone who was willing to fuck you hard like that and also love you?"
" I don't know, maybe I'd like it. But I always felt my desires were dirty. I like being spanked, teased with toys, whipped, controlled and fucked really aggressively. I'm not normal dammit!
He started sobbing again and I pulled him closer.
"Speak Chris, don't hold back on your feelings. I'm here for you."
"When he hung me up in his room behind the boiler room, I was crazy with desire. I loved being helpless and tortured in a way. I started obsessing over it. It filled my thoughts and I couldn't focus. All I wanted was more and more and more, until I met Atlas."
"Chris stop that. Stop blaming yourself and labeling yourself. There's nothing wrong with liking it and there are healthy ways to do it where you don't have to feel ashamed. Think about how you felt when Atlas showed you compassion and caring. You responded and ended the relationship with Jim. Atlas recognized that what you were in wasn't healthy., and he made love to you in a compassionate way that you really liked. You're not what you think you are. Don't be a prisoner to your desires. Learn to enjoy them. It's just a part of you. I made love to you and it was beautiful and sensual and if you wanted me to take you to the edge and dominate you I would. I'd even consider letting you see someone who could do those things for you."
"Really?"
He turned to me with a look of surprise and what I couldn't help but see as anticipation. I didn't mind. I wanted him to be happy.
"Yes, it actually turns me on, the idea of tying you up and having my way with your beautiful body. I just need some time to let this all soak in okay and then we can explore things together. Make me a promise okay?"
"Sure, what?"
"Anything or anyone you want to explore, just share it with me and I won't be made. The dishonesty hurts me and I don't want to be hurt by you. I want to be lifted up by our relationship."
"Of course, yeah. This is such a relief. I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me."
"Lie down with me, I want to hold you close."
We fell asleep in each other's arms and he was restless the whole night, but I felt good holding him and being there for him. I cared a lot for him already and felt like maybe I could love this man.
The next day we got up early and showered and made our way to class. Before we parted ways, I gave Chris a big hug and told him that I loved him even more. He cried again and told me he loved me too. We kissed passionately in the stairwell leading to the gym, out of view and out of minds with lust and love for each other. His tongue snaked in and out of my mouth as we pulled each other's lithe bodies tight and close together. I felt his beautiful, full balls and thick cock rubbing against my own and we united in a symphony of seduction, rubbing furiously against each other, cock to cock, balls against balls, my hands all over that precious ass, cupping his marbled cheeks like fine jewels to admire and bestow adoration and adulation upon. My heart raced and my cheeks flushed with a burning love that coursed through my veins like fire. We parted lips and panted madly in each others's ears.
"Chris I need you and love you the way you are. I love every beautiful inch of you."
I suckled his ear and cupped his sweet balls in my hand, gently stroking and squeezing his delicious manhood.
"Do you like that"
"Yes don't stop. It feels so good."
" Do you want me to do it like this I said, squeezing him hard."
"Do you like it hard, Chris. Is this what you want?" I gasped out of my mind with lustful passion. I loved him and if giving him pleasure in a way he liked it, made him feel loved, I was willing to try. I didn't want to lose him.
"Yes, harderJay. Squeeze them hard please. I'll tell you if it's too much, or we can use what's called a safe word. Do it until I fall to my knees. The word we can use is red for stop. If I say red than stop, otherwise give me as much as you want."
I leaned into him and gripped his balls with an iron grip. He whined and arched his head back emitting a grunt like a wild animal and shaking like a wild dog. He crumpled his head onto my shoulder and I twisted and squeezed so hard I thought he couldn't possibly take it. He curved over and moaned deeply, sliding his chest and face down my erect cock and balls, till he was on his knees, his head arched back in pure ecstasy. I pushed into him again and he cried out, coming hard all over his belt and tights. I could feel his wetness in my hand. I almost came in my belt at his release and would have if I didn't hear a door open at the top of the stairs. I lifted him and kissed him quickly.
"Go and get changed. We'll continue this later"
It was the perfect start to the day until class began, then our world crashed all around us and our love was put to to the ultimate test. Could it stand betrayal?
Chapter Ten
Betrayal
Class was really hard. Jean Paul Was in fine form but seemed in a good mood as he was encouraging and even joking Around. Fuck he looked sexy today. He had on a loose white flowing shirt and sleek white tights. He looked like an angel or a swan. His tights were like Chris', pulled up high and tight and his bulge was like a piece of marble. Sculpted, thick, hard, magnificent. I couldn't stop staring at it. He seemed to have a semi-erect cock for the entire class. He really was a sexy man, despite his sinister edge.
Finally class was over and he went back to being his dominant, prick self.
"Chris come here! I need a partner to demonstrate an advanced stretch."
Chris walked forward him without any reticence as his usual flirting and overt come ons hadn't happened, until now.
"Face me Chris. The rest of you pay close attention. I'm demonstrating on Chris, because I know he has the leg strength and flexibility to tolerate this. When you do this stretch, I don't want you to go as deep, but use the same form. The form is what's important."
He bent down on one knee and instructed Chris to drape his leg over his shoulder. He slowly rode up on his feet pulling Chris up with him until he was on his toes with one leg hooked over Jean Paul's shoulder, his whole body stretched taut.
"Now this is a fantastic stretch, but you cannot stand too fast or too tall, if your partner can't handle it. I couldn't help notice that Chris' groin was inches away from Jean Paul's face. He seemed to be loving every minute of this. Chris wasn't even straining he was in such good shape and his ass and legs were rippling behind him. It was so sexy.
"Now this is the part that really stretches you out. Hang on tight Chris. Put your hands behind my neck and hang on."
As Chris did what he told him, I couldn't help but notice the intimacy of it. They looked live lovers. Jean Paul slowly stepped back and as he did he lifted and straightened Chris' leg, and took him into a standing split.
" Some of your may not be able to hold this. Chris are you okay?"
"I'm fine, it feels good actually."
