The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 10

I whistled and couldn't help but laugh, imagining that bastard Merry's face when he found out.

"Go ahead and laugh, Tom," David said sarcastically. "It was a barrel of laughs when Daddy stormed in the house and confronted Mama. She didn't even deny it, she laughed at him."

"Daddy beat Mama up," Lucas said. "She had to go to the ER and the police arrested him but as soon as the doctor fixed Mama up she went to the jail and got Daddy out. She threatened to sue the police for false arrest and the whole thing went away. Nobody wanted to mess with Mama and her money."

"My God, this sounds insane, Lucas. It's like being in hell. How old were you when this happened?"

"Lucas was four," David said. "Like I said, there's four years between each us. I was twelve, James was eight, and Sally was about six weeks old."

"Why do your parents stay together? I'd think they'd get a divorce."

"Not them. Daddy's insanely in love with Mama, jealous as hell of her, and he'd never let her go. And she's the same way about him. It's like they're co-dependent psychos, loving and hating each other at the same time," David explained. "It's not so bad, about ninety percent of the time they're like a pair of lovebirds."

"Merry treats you and Lucas like shit. And your mother stands by and lets him do it."

"Lucas more than me. I was twelve when it happened and Daddy loves me as his oldest son. He believed Mama when she told him she didn't know she was pregnant when she married him. But Lucas? He raised Lucas as his son and he loves him in his own way. But every time he looks at Lucas he sees the evidence of Mama cheating on him and he can't stand it, particularly when he's drunk."

"I told you, Tom, David's always protected me, always."

"What about your mother?" I asked bitterly. "Where's she in all this? Why does she let Merry treat Lucas this way?"

"Most of the time Mama's blind to how Merry treats us," David said. "It's hard to explain, Tom, you've seen her. Sometimes it's like she's an ice queen, lost in her own world of glamour. Her obsession with her work. And her goddamn charities. If Daddy goes too far she's like a lioness protecting us but her idea of too far leaves a lot to be desired."

"I guess I'm just going to have to spit this out because I don't get it," I said. "With all the money you people have why do you all work so hard?"

Neither David nor Lucas answered. They just laughed, as if it was a joke between the two of them.

I couldn't understand this family. They were all incredibly rich, competitive, more than well educated, and seemed to thrive in their cruel cocoon. I couldn't believe this kind of complacent abuse where everyone knew it was happening but no one seemed to care. It was baffling to me that adult children still allowed their parents to control their lives.

What adult child allows their father to beat them and bloody their lip and then acts almost as if it was nothing, just calmly accepts it?

"Are you okay, Tom?" David asked, grinning. "You're awfully quiet."

"I don't really know, David. All I know is I'm going to marry Lucas and if Merry ever hits him like that again I'll kill him."

"And then you'll go to prison," Lucas said harshly. "And what good will you be to me there? My family is my family and you just need to stay out of it. We won't be coming here that much."

"What if your father stops giving you money or leaves you two out of his will? Or doesn't allow you to come back to the house again?"

"It'll never happen," David laughed. "The family trust fund comes from Granddaddy Van Buren. The trust fund is for Grandmother, Constance and Millie, Mama, and her four children. And the house belongs to Mama. Daddy has his own money but the Blake money's a pitiful drop in the bucket compared to the Van Buren's."

"So he's not in the family trust?"

"Hell, no," David laughed. "Daddy has to work to support his lifestyle. The Blakes are rich but not enough to support Daddy's extravagance. He's made a lot of bad investments and it's why Mama owns the house. And she won't give him a goddamn dime."

"James and Sally are in the trust," Lucas explained, "but Granddaddy set it up so they'll never have any power over it. He was determined that Daddy would never get any control over the trust. Millie, David and I'll manage it after Mama and Constance die. It's why there's friction between me and David and Sally and James."

Lucas had said it was complicated. No wonder David had grilled me worse than Merry. Merry had just been a bastard about us being gay, about its effect on his reputation. David had delved into my character to make sure I was good enough for Lucas.

David walked us into the airport and kissed Lucas' cheek, telling him to take care of his lip and to call him the next day.

"Tom, I'll tell you again. Lucas needs special care from you and you'd better treat him right."

He spoke in a lighter tone but I knew he meant it. I understood now that David was Lucas' protector; that he'd taken care of him all his life while his self-absorbed parents ignored their parental responsibilities. And Lucas was equally as protective of David. These two brothers loved each more than anyone else did in that bizarre family.

It was clear that David was the only ally Lucas and I had in the Blake household.

Lucas was exhausted, emotionally drained, and slept through most of the flight back to New Hampshire while I watched over him. He was so masculine, at six five an imposing man, but when sleeping he was like a sweet boy. My thoughts raced as I looked at him.

The He-Man of the campus who was always so calm had another side to him that I didn't understand, a side accustomed to violence and turmoil. Beneath his usual tranquil demeanor was a man that I didn't even know.

I knew I was arrogant and self-centered and being the one that protected him was new to me. I'd always known that others took care of me, catered to my needs, and I'd accepted it as my due. That was going to change because Lucas needed me more than ever, even if I was unsure how to handle him.

Hank Rydell and Larry McEvers met us at the airport.

"So how did it go down in Georgia, Tom? Did Lucas show you all the sights?" Hank joked.

"It was all right. Lucas' family is very much like my own. Two older brothers and a younger sister."

"And his father? A little birdie said that he's not too happy with you."

I was shocked. Had the news traveled that fast? Merry must have called someone, probably Sanders. I wouldn't have put it past him to call to deliberately embarrass Lucas. And me. I decided to blow it off.

"Nonsense. We got along fine after we crammed the news that we're gay down their throats," I laughed. "Who WOULDN'T want to hear that kind of news from their son and his lover?"

"It's a wonder that you made it back alive," Larry said. "Georgia's not a good place to be gay. They still hang gays, don't they?"

"We got out of there before that," I kidded.

"Just so you know, Lucas, Coach Sanders told Hank this morning that your father's ready to kick you out and disinherit you if you don't forget about Tom and this gay stuff. He thinks Tom turned you gay."

I could see the embarrassed flush on Lucas' face. There was no doubt at all that Merry had called Sanders. It was amazing how gossip traveled on the weekends among dorm residents.

Apparently Merry wanted everyone to think he controlled the money, that he could disinherit Lucas and throw him out. His arrogance was infuriating and then I was hit with the realization that I was as arrogant as Lucas' father. The pot can't call the kettle black.

"Something else, Lucas," Larry added, "Sander is saying your family's really rich. Everybody knows Tom's a rich doctor's son but is it true your father's a multi-millionaire?"

"Daddy was in the NFL for nine years. Yeah, he's got a little money but he's not a multi-millionaire. He played before the big contracts."

He shot me a warning look. I doubted anyone on campus knew anything about the Van Buren family trust money.

"Coach Sanders says it's a lot more than that. He says you come from old money, that your family owned plantations and hundreds of slaves."

Lucas burst out laughing.

"My family didn't even move South until after World War II. Daddy and Mama's families are both originally from Boston. And Mama's family still lives there."

"Well, the plantation story will probably be all over campus by six o'clock tomorrow evening," Larry laughed.

Lucas sighed. "It's just something else for me to have to deal with."

We'd arrived at our apartment and Hank and Larry let us out.

"We'd stay," Hank said solemnly, "but we're headed to church."

We all hooted.

"Church? You two must be hot to trot after a couple of girls," I snorted.

"You got us dead to rights," Larry snickered. "Hank and I met a couple of girls in the cafeteria and when Hank asked Shirley out she said she'd meet him at the Methodist church service tonight. Her friend Lorene asked me if I wanted to come so I'm going along to."

I rolled my eyes.

"You do know your chances for any nooky are next to none with these girls unless you want to marry them."

They both laughed and Larry shot me a bird. Hank tooted the horn and they left. Lucas and I went into the apartment to find two ecstatic puppies.

"I've missed my boys. Come to daddy."

I was touched at Lucas' joy at seeing the puppies. I took our luggage to the bedroom and unpacked while I listened to his delighted shrieks as the puppies crawled all over him. I was so happy to hear him having fun but my own emotions were mixed. I didn't know how to protect Lucas from his family and the worst thing was that he didn't seem to want me to.

I went back into the living room to find him on the floor barking like a dog, causing the puppies to bark back at him.

"What would you like for supper, Bruiser?" I asked jokingly.

"We're both tired, baby. Why don't we order out?"

"What would you like?"

"Whatever you want, baby."

He was always so good to me, so loving, and catering to my needs. Now a vital buffer in our relationship had been ripped away and could never be replaced. I cursed myself for going with Lucas this weekend, for exposing his family secret when I knew he hadn't wanted me to.

I left him with the puppies and went to get my wallet. As I walked back into the living room I looked over at Lucas and I could see the sadness in his face. I walked over and took him in my arms. I kissed his lips gently and held him tight.

"You've got to let it go, baby. It's over and done with. We're home."

"I feel so bad, Tom. I didn't stand up for you and you always take care of me. Remember how you wanted to smash Tommy Brewer into the floor? I didn't do that for you. I'm guilty of abandoning you."

I took him over to the couch and sat down, holding him in my arms like a mother holds an infant, kissing his handsome face.

"What am I going to do with you, baby? I love you and what happened is over. You're the strong one, the He-Man of the campus, so don't fall apart on me. What'll I do without you to take care of me?"

"Tom, I need you so much. I feel so bad about letting you go to Georgia with me. You told our families that I'm the strong one but I'm not. I rely on you more than you..."

His voice cracked. I cradled him closer to me.

"We hold each other up, baby. I need you and you need me. Now you've got to stop feeling so guilty about your family, sweetheart. It's okay. I'm all right and so are you."

"You're a sweet, gentle man, Tom, and I don't have the words to tell you how much I adore you."

"You just did and I love you too, baby. Just don't tell anyone else about the sweet and gentle part," I grinned.

He clung to me and I could see how torn up he was. He'd told me that he'd wanted to 'do away' with himself. I'd destroyed the world he'd so carefully created for himself and now I didn't want him to destroy himself.

"What can I say to you that'll make you feel okay, that'll put the behind us?"

He stood up quickly, stripped naked and pulled the belt from his pants.

"Whip me, whip me until I tell you to stop."

"Lucas, this is crazy. Sure I spank you when we're having sex but to whip you?"

"Whip me and then fuck me. I need to be punished for not standing up for you."

"I don't hold any of this against you. I love you. It isn't your fault."

"It is. I should have told them to go to hell."

"And you think being spanked will make you feel better? Spankings are only for when we're fucking, sweetheart. We're not going to confuse the two. I won't do it."

I looked into his beautiful dark brown eyes.

"So whip me and then fuck me. Right now. I want it."

"Really?"

I was desperate, he wanted this. Maybe if I whipped him it might work. I was a wreck, not sure what to do. In desperation I decided to try it, to be severe with him, to whip him.

"I agree. You need your ass whipped," I said in my coldest voice.

"Bend over my lap," I ordered.

He bent over complacently and I felt his erect cock pushing into my leg. I slapped his ass hard, leaving a red mark.

"You like this, Lucas? You want more? Tell me when you want me to stop."

"More. Don't stop until I tell you to, do you hear me?"

I spanked his ass with my hand over and over again until it was red and he kept begging for more.

He was jumping in my lap from the stinging, still begging for more, his cock poking hard into my thigh.

"You need to be whipped with the belt, don't you, Lucas?" I said, my voice like steel.

His ass was fiery red.

"Yes, I need to be punished. Use the belt. I want the belt."

"Get up and bend over the arm of the couch."

"Yes, sir."

He bent over the arm of the couch as I'd told him. I was beginning to regret this action but he was begging for it. I could hear the belt cut through the air as I struck him. It left a deeper red mark than my hand. He jumped and then collapsed over the arm again.

"Have you had enough? Have you been punished enough?"

"No, sir. I need more."

I whipped him until his breath was ragged. I wanted to cry in frustration at what I'd gotten myself into.

"Have you had enough?" I screamed at him.

"More, sir, please whip me more."

"Are you going to do it again, Lucas? Are you?"

I screamed so loudly I was afraid someone would hear.

"No, sir, no."

"Let's just make sure."

I whipped him more until his ass was fiery red, the belt marks now welts.

Then Lucas moaned and ejaculated, his thick white semen dripping down the side of the couch and pooling on the floor.

"No more. I'll be good. It'll never happen again, Tom. I swear it. Now fuck me. Please, sir."

I was astounded. My Lucas wanted me to whip him until he reached sexual gratification.

"Please, sir. Fuck my ass. Please. Fuck me hard."

I led him to the bed. The only way I could assuage my own guilt in this matter was to fuck him hard, to carry out our promise to kiss ass and fuck after spanking. I bent him over the side of the bed and spread his buttocks. I kissed his burning ass and licked his crevice, pushing my tongue in his hole.

"Now I'm going to fuck your ass and don't you cum until I tell you to. If you do I'll whip your ass again."

I took him without lube. Hard. I plunged into him all the way and he cried out.

"Fuck me, sir, fuck me hard."

I pulled my cock out of him and then slammed into him again, determined to fuck him until we both were satisfied. His ass was so red I hurt for him.

"Fuck me hard, sir."

I kept slamming my cock into him over and over again but I couldn't come. My cock was rigid but I couldn't ejaculate. I fucked him until my balls ached with pain from slamming into his body.

"I've got to cum, sir. I'm cumming."

"No, you're not, Lucas!" I yelled.

I pulled my cock out and slapped his ass again, hard.

"I told you not to cum until I tell you to."

I'd positioned him so his cock was hanging off the bed and I saw it lose its erection.

I entered his asshole again in one thrust and I knew that it was finally over, that I was going to cum at last. I fell over his back, my lips at his ear.

"I'm cumming but you can't cum until I tell you that you can," I groaned.

My cum began to shoot into him. I pulled my cock partially out and continued to fuck him until I stopped cumming.

"Who's the man?" I hissed into his ear, biting his lobe hard. "And who's the bitch?"

"You're the man, Tom, you're the man. And I'm your bitch. I'll always be your bitch. You're the man," he whispered. "You're the man and I'm your bitch. Thank you for whipping me, Tom."

I rolled him over and knelt down. I sucked his cock into my mouth. I pushed his knees onto his stomach and slid my finger into his asshole, dripping with my cum. I fucked him with my middle finger, pressing against his prostate.

Lucas began to moan and it was as if he was having a seizure. His body began to shake as an electric current flowed between us. His cock unleased his cum in my mouth, one explosion after the other. There was so much cum I couldn't swallow it all and it flowed down my chin into his pubic hair and onto his balls.

Then his orgasm ended and his body began to quiet. I pushed him onto the bed fully and lay beside him, cradling him in my arms. I kissed his face gently, loving him, praying that he was all right now.

"Are you okay, baby?"

He nodded yes.

"Did I hurt you, sweetheart?"

He shook his head no.

"I needed to be punished. It didn't hurt."

"Liar. I know it hurt. It's going to take a few days for your ass to heal."

"It's okay. I deserved it."

"So do you feel guilty now that I've punished you?"

"I'm going to be okay. I'm glad you whipped me. Thank you."

"I don't want to have to do it again so don't be a bad boy anymore. You hear me?"

"I won't. I promise."

I began to cry myself, tears of love for him, tears of anguish, knowing in my heart the whipping wasn't about his guilt at all. It was about sexual gratification. Or was it? I wanted to scream in rage at what must have happened in his childhood. All I could do to help him was to love him unconditionally.

"I love you, baby. Do you know how much I love you? I'm so sorry I hit you."

"Don't be, Tom," he whispered. "I wanted it. I needed to be punished for not protecting you from Daddy."

I kissed his sweet face, awash with emotions I couldn't understand.

"I love you, baby."

I was crying silently.

"Yes, I know how much you love me," he whispered.

"And you love me more, right?" I laughed through my tears.

"I love you most."

We held each other until we'd both calmed down.

"I'm hungry. You want to order a pizza?" I asked him.

"That sounds good. We need to go play with the puppies. I think they were traumatized by you whipping me."

"They ran and hid in the kitchen. You're right, we need to check on them."

He stood up and went to the closet to get his robe.

"Give me mine, too, please."

I called for the pizza and then got on the couch to watch television. He lay with his head in my lap and I knew his ass was burning. I toyed with his hair, caressing his face.

"I love you so much, Tom. Thank you for whipping me. I was so bad, I failed you."

He pulled my robe open and kissed my thigh.

"I'll always be your bitch, Tom," he said softly.

"I'll always be your man and you know it."

He kissed and licked my thigh again.

"The pizza will be here in a few minutes, baby. You keep licking me and we're going to be fucking again."

"Beast," he laughed softly.

"Turn over and look at me, baby. Your sweet ass hurts, doesn't it?"

"It's okay, I wanted you to do it. I wanted it. I deserved it. I could've said stop anytime. I kept asking for more."

I lifted his body and turned him over so he was facing me, his face at my stomach.