Randy brought me medically up-to-date. Junior was only half conscious. He had ugly red and purple marks on arms, chest and back. A serious cut in his forehead was still bleeding. He had an awful black eye that was swollen to the point he couldn't leave it open and when opening his mouth, we could see two teeth were missing. This couldn't be anything else than a serious beating. My God ! What had happened to him ? I fished his car keys out of the pocket of his trousers that were one a chair and asked Ray to go and park the car properly. I asked Roberta to wait to warn Ron. We first had to try to make him somewhat "presentable".
Randy and I were hesitating to send him to hospital. With the bruises and other inflicted injuries, the hospital was obliged to call the police, but we first wanted to know what had happened. We wheeled him in the other room to make an X-ray to be sure there were no internal injuries and apart from two broken ribs, he seemed to be ok. Once back in my consultation room, we made pictures of all the marks and bruises. If it depended just on me, I would have called the police immediately, but I first called Ron, telling him what we knew. Junior had still not spoken and Randy had given him a sedative because Junior was in such pain when he arrived. Jeez... I wondered how he had managed to drive all the way back to us.
Ron arrived in record time. When he saw his son, he took his phone and called the chief of police who was an old friend of his' and who arrived very shortly after the call. He made a complete report and added the pictures we had made. Ron called the ambulance to transfer Junior to the hospital and asked his friend if there was any possibility to have a policeman at Junior's door, because we didn't know yet who was the man who did that to Junior. The chief of police also ordered some pictures of the car to add to the file. Nobody knew if that would ever come-in useful.
Junior was in hospital only half an hour later and was immediately wheeled to MRI. The doctors there didn't want to take the slightest risk of overlooking anything. An extensive blood test was performed and we were horrified to hear there were traces of illegal substances in his system. He was placed in Intensive Care with a limited list of visitors : Ron, Roberta and I. They kept him sedated because there was a very small brain bleeding due to the hit on his head. It would probably help as well to get the illegal substance out of his body. They found only one trace of a needle prick in his arm which told them that he was probably not addicted yet.
We could only wait till he was getting better and conscious enough to tell us what had happened. I told Roy what had happened. At first he was not reacting, but his cold-blooded appearance soon faded.
-I guess I made up my mind a bit too early without knowing what was going on. Is he going to be all right ?
-He probably will. His state is not life-threatening. I guess that the psychological side will be harder to overcome. The good news is that he was sensible enough to come back here. We don't know what happened to him and how on earth he got himself in that situation, but by coming back he was obviously calling for help. I can understand if you don't want to have anything to do with it, but as a doctor, I can't leave him aside. I have an oath to respect.
-I know you do and I respect that, Roy answered. Tell me what to do and I'll be there. The only thing you can't ask from me is to love him again. I love you and only you and that is MY oath.
I kissed him. That was the most beautiful love declaration I had ever received.
It took them several days to decrease the sedation till they saw there was no more risks due to the minor brain bleeding. Ron, Roberta and I took turns to stay at his bedside. It took almost a week before they brought him to a normal ward. When Junior opened his eyes the first time, he saw his father and asked where he was. It took him some time to realize it and why. When he saw Ron was loving him, whatever happened, Junior could only cry and between sobs, the only word that came out of his mouth was "Sorry". As we suspected that he had been through something hard and difficult, there was no reason to delay the intervention of a psychologist who desperately tried to make him talk. Rex, the psychologist, was a very nice man and knew his job. Junior pretended that he didn't need a psychologist and rejected the therapy at first, but that was not counting with Rex's perseverance. The mere mention that they had found some illegal substances in Junior's blood, made him realize that he was probably in need of Rex's professional help. It was also with that mentioning that Junior broke down and stopped the resistance to talk. Unfortunately, Rex couldn't tell us a lot as he was bound to the secrecy with his patient, but he did all he could to urge Junior to talk to his father or to me. The only thing Junior couldn't do was talking to the police. He was terrified about the possible consequences.
Rex was very patient with Junior, getting the words out of him although it was a slow process. It was only after various sessions that he opened up and one day, after hearing he was going to be released from hospital, he told the whole sordid story to Rex.
Junior had indeed had an affair with a guy who, at first, was just a hook-up. Thinking about it, Junior couldn't even pronounce his name. The hook-up repeated itself when the guy declared his love. Little did Junior know that it was not love at all but fell in that trap and accepted to have more sex. At that time, he felt seriously guilty towards Roy and me, but didn't know how to get out of that situation. He thought he was falling in love with the guy. When Roy took the picture and sent it to Junior's Whatsapp, his "boyfriend" got very angry and started to show his true self. That was the first time Junior received his first punch in the face when he said he was going to the airport. Of course, his abuser apologized profusely, promising it would never happen again. It was a false promise ! He obliged to cut all contacts with family and friends and when Ron called him, he had to suffer yet another abuse. On top of that, he was not allowed to study for his Masters when the guy was with him. He had to give all his attention to him, without exception. The next step was when Junior was obliged to move-in with the guy who apparently wanted to have total control over him and persuaded him with "I love you" and "I want to spend my life with you". Junior was naïve enough to believe him. Then came the sexual threesomes on a regular basis. Each time with someone else to finally reach the point where his "boyfriend" obliged him to have sex with guys. It was later that he saw that his BF received money from these guys. What appeared to be joins to smoke, soon became cocaine to sniff. Junior needed the substance to allow what his BF asked from him. When he refused, there was another beating that became every time stronger and harder. The day he could escape, his BF wanted to inject heroin in his arm, without the slightest consent of Junior. That was when Junior realized he had to leave as soon as possible. He tried to reject the injection and was seriously beaten. It was when he was in an almost unconscious state that the injection was done. Before he was completely out and yet another guy was waiting to fuck him, with the last of common sense he still had, he could grab his key and escape the apartment of his BF, jump in his car and leave as quickly as possible. As the heroin was kicking in, he had to stop in a motel, carefully hiding his car, and waiting for the heroin to do its work and then fade away. It was only then that he started his journey back, although it was very difficult.
Rex was in tears when he heard the whole story. Junior explained as well what he had had with us and the great relationship he had with his father. With a lot of patience, Rex explained to him what he had to do and the first thing was to talk to Ron and I. Junior was not looking forward to that, but accepted with the condition Rex would be present. That's how it happened and Ron and I were flabbergasted at what we heard. Rex stood silently next to Junior, holding his hand all the time. It took over an hour for Junior to tell us all the sordid things that had happened to him, frequently interrupted by tears. It was one hour to tell the events of almost a complete year of abuses and going through hell. Rex was going to have a rough time to get Junior over that traumatic experience.
To Junior's disappointment, Ron took him to his house. He had hoped to come back to ours, but I knew Roy wouldn't hear about it for the moment. He would probably change his mind after hearing the story and understand it was not entirely Junior's fault. Yes, he had hooked-up with the wrong guy and he had already paid for it and the experience had been very expensive. There were still two things to handle urgently : first, to get all the illegal substances out of his system and secondly have a regular testing about STD's.
The hardest part was to report to the police. Ron's friend at the police station promised to handle everything with discretion and even with that promise, Junior was afraid to give the name of his abuser. He dreaded serious repercussions and was sure the guy would come after him, even from abroad. He was terrified to be faced with that guy again. It was the Stockholm's Syndrome at a very high level. Rex would have to work on that as well. Anyway, Junior finally gave in and said the name of who was once his boyfriend and finally pressed charges against him for sexual abuse, forcing him to prostitution and the beating. The charges were severe, but not enough to include the guy with Interpol as he was officially in another country, but he wouldn't be able to cross the border without being immediately arrested. He had automatically a restraining order on his name as well. That had been the main reason Junior accepted to give his name.
The weaning about the heroine had not been too bad as Junior had had only one shot, but it was hard nonetheless. The hardest part was, of course, getting the cocaine use out of his head, but as Junior had not been a willing participant, his mind was determined to never use it again and that made things easier.
Roy had a rough time as well and went to therapy with Rex, because he felt so guilty about the fact he had sent that picture to Junior's Whatsapp and that had triggered the beatings. If he hadn't done that, MAYBE it would all had gone better. The sessions with Rex helped him a lot to the point he wanted to reconnect with Junior. To have Junior back between us in our bed was not in the plans though. Since Junior was back, our sex-life had come down to almost nothing, but increased after the sessions with Rex who made him see that he had not to be guilty. By sending that picture, it had maybe accelerated a process that was bound to happen anyway. Rex asked me to join in a few sessions as to reestablish the connection Roy and I had before the whole incident.
Rex was really efficient in his work, being it with Roy and I as with Junior who recuperated well. Ron told us that Junior was once again studying a lot and was determined to get that Master's degree at all costs. He had not been able to present his final work and with the intervention of the dean of the university in our town, he was allowed to present his final thesis without having to go back where all his misery had taken place. As his abuser had not accepted that Junior would take all his books into his apartment, Junior had kept them in his car. It was a fortunate thing among all the negative ones.
What had happened took a serious toll on all of us knowing Junior. It was difficult to put all that out of our heads. Roy even suggested to organize a BBQ with Junior, Rex, Ron and Roberta. At first it was an awkward moment when Junior entered our house and even if Roy hugged him, there was still something strange about it all. Rex took Junior and Roy apart during about half an hour. When they came out again, I could see Roy and Junior had both been crying and Rex winked at me, making me understand that everything was going to be all right. As there was a woman among the guests, there was no question of nude swimming. I could see that Rex was indeed a gorgeous man in his Speedos. After a moment, Roy winked at me, telling me he thought Rex was indeed very handsome. We had reached the point where we could look, but not touch. For us, threesomes were definitely out of the question. I saw some furtive looks from Junior towards Rex. He tried to be very discreet about it, but I observed him quite closely the whole afternoon and saw it.
Junior was not relaxed a hundred percent, although he had no reasons to. Was it because he realized he would not take his place back between us ? Maybe it was, but I was not sure. I had the intuition there was something else and I could not put my finger on it. Roy and Roberta had cleaned up everything while Ron, Rex, Junior and I sipped a drink on the porch. All in all, it had been a very nice day and I was in for a nice surprise as soon as they left, as Roy took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. I knew what kind of feelings Roy was putting in this kiss. He was silently saying he was sorry and that he loved me. I did my very best to return the feelings of love and telling him we were ok. It had been a while since we made love and I was missing that physical contact that showed our inner feelings. There was one button I could push and I didn't miss the chance to do so : I licked his ear and put my tongue in it. It had the desired effect as I felt a hard-on pressing against mine. The sun was still shinning and we were still in our Speedos. We didn't bother to go to the bedroom. I pushed Roy on the lounge chair (the big one) and pulled his swimwear off of him and took mine off as well to then drop on my lover, resuming our kissing.
It was as if it was the first time all over again. We kind of rediscovered each other's bodies. Roy was a very willing participant and I felt happy about it. Our erections were pressed together and Roy's hands were on my buttocks while I kissed him all over his face. We could feel each other's heartbeats that fast increased in speed. Oh yes ! We were back where it all started; just the two of us enjoying each other to the fullest. My tongue and lips travelled over Roy's body as if they were walking on long-forgotten roads. As I nibbled on his nipples, I remembered how sweet and exciting his armpits were. With the sun shinning directly on our bodies, Roy was sweating profusely and I took my time to clean his armpits out with my tongue, savoring his manly taste, inhaling his clean and natural fragrance. Roy was definitely in the mood to let me do whatever I wanted, taking a passive role and expressing his appreciation with soft and erotic moans. He was like an offering on an altar for me to worship and enjoy. His skin and hairs were so soft under my touch. Touching him woke-up desires I had not felt for quite some time.
I reached his pubes that were normally seen well trimmed, but he had neglected them for some time. The hairs at the base of his cock were longer and present on his scrotum. I would have to tell him to take care about it again. I so loved to suck his shaven balls. Despite it, I sucked his balls in my mouth, letting them roll over my tongue and pulling on them after closing my lips tight. With each pull, his cock throbbed and made little jumps in the air. I felt Roy's hands grab my head and pulling me up till my mouth was just at the right height to engulf his manhood. I opened my mouth wide to welcome his precum covered cock-head. I closed my lips around his rock-hard shaft and started to bob up and down on it, slowly at first, savoring his precum. How had I been able to miss it so easily ? I felt a bit guilty that I hadn't tried more to make love to him, but then again, it was not something we could force. We had to be in the mood for it and the past events in our lives had prevented that.
Roy lifted his legs and opened them wide to give my better access. He was definitely in bottom mode and by opening his legs, he silently asked me to eat his ass out, work on his ass-muscles and dilate them to be able to receive my manhood in him. I didn't need any more invitation and bathed his taint and crack with spit. Munching on his taint made him open his legs even wider and he pulled his legs to his chest by grabbing his knees, spreading his ass-cheeks. Yes, he was ready for me to French kiss his ass. I could see his puckered hole winking at me, calling me, inviting me... Of course, I couldn't resist. I dove in, putting my tongue and lips to maximum yield, munching, softly biting, licking and making his entrance as wet and glistening as possible. I spat a few times in my hand and coated my tool as well before pointing it directly at his hole that continued to wink at me, urging me to enter him.
I breached his sphincter-muscle easily. Yes, he was more than ready. My cock-head entered that burning furnace of his hole, leading the way for my shaft to be completely embedded in him, till I couldn't get any further as my pubes were against his ass-cheeks. I stayed still for a moment, letting Roy's ass get used to the invasion of my erection. I could feel his muscles relax and withdrew till only my cock-head was trapped by his ass-muscles and then thrusted back in him. At first it were long deep strokes, grazing his prostate on the way in. Roy looked me in the eyes with a hungry look, full of lust, pleading to go faster and harder. Sometimes I was like a diesel engine : hard to get on the way, but unstoppable once it reached its cruise speed.
Even if I had only begun to get speed and strength, Roy moaned and groaned like a beast, grabbing my buttocks as far as he could reach and kneading them. He dropped his legs and hooked his heels on my ass-cheeks, using all the strength of his muscles to synchronize with my hip movements and pulling me deep into him. Without stopping to pump into him, I bent down and our lips met, our mouths opened and our tongues danced with each other. I was on cloud nine and dragged Roy with me, pumping furiously in his love-tunnel and getting ready to fill his bowels. My balls slapped his ass with each inwards thrust. I felt that familiar tingling in my nether regions, telling me my juices were boiling and ready to spurt in Roy's hot ass. I warned him I was about to fill him and in response he pinched my nipples that were directly wired to my genitals.
I threw my head back, gasping for air and thrusting deep inside of Roy when my orgasm overwhelmed me. I emptied my balls, filling my lover and wanting the moment never to end. With the last shot, I collapsed on Roy, kissing him deeply and passionately while feeling the spasms in his ass, telling me he was unloading between our bellies, grunting like a wounded animal and clenching his arms around my neck forcefully. After all that time, we were connected again at last.
There was a physical exhaustion mixed with very strong inner feelings. I didn't dare to move so that my cock would stay inside of him, but nature had other plans and I slipped out of my lover. We enjoyed the afterglow of marvelous lovemaking till Roy's juices became sticky between us. We got up and jumped in the pool for much needed refreshing water gliding over us. We dried off in the late afternoon sun. I was so happy to have found my lover back like in the good old days, not needing anyone to have a very satisfactory sex-life.
-I'm sorry, said Roy.
-For what ? I asked.
-I guess I have been neglecting you lately...
-Let's say that the outside events didn't really help us. There is nothing to apologize about. Those are the small things that Destiny puts in our way to make us realize what we have together and make us even stronger.
-You are so considerate, he said, but we vowed to always talk when something was bothering us and I haven't respected that always. I have been keeping too many things to myself, not knowing how to handle them and talking with you about them.
-Don't worry my Love, I perfectly understand it and you know that I will be listening to you whenever you want to talk about it. I know that the whole situation with Junior has affected you more than what you wanted to admit. I think I start to know you quite well and that's why I didn't bring up the subject. I knew you would talk when you were ready for it.
I served us the last of the bottle of wine that was still open and we talked for hours, freely, without fear of being judged or condemned. The conclusion of that conversation was that we had both loved Junior deeply without losing the love we had for each other. As we said from the beginning, Junior had not been a threat to our couple, but an added value. We would always keep him in our hearts but didn't need him in our bed. A throuple was not something we were made for.