Erik Lansherr had just begun his new job; it was a pencil pushing executive position at the local law-firm, but it was work. For the first two months nothing spectacularly interesting had happened to him, and he doubted it would. He wasn't dating anyone, hadn't come out to his co-workers as gay, was only slightly ahead on his monthly bills and was making head-way with his boss, Henry Xavier. Mr. Xavier was a normal man with a teenage son, Charles, and a wife, Rebecca. He was kind to his employees and was never late with his taxes. It was only one Tuesday that Erik realized that there was anything different about Henry at all.
"God, this has to be the fuckin' hottest thing I've ever seen!" Andrew Romell's obnoxiously colloquial voice rang from three cubicles down, and Erik was curious as to what he and his friend Marco were looking at, so he made his way towards the other side of the office room.
"He's so attractive. Where did those genes come from?" Both men snorted wildly after Marco's joke. They only stifled themselves when Erik came into the small space and asked what was so great.
"Oh… well Erik, it's this picture that Mr. Xavier brought in… it's of a guy though…" Andrew was a lot quieter than he normally was and he actually blushed slightly towards the end of his small speech, but Erik yanked the picture from his grubby fingers and salivated at what he saw.
"I like men just fine, thank you very much, and… I happen to like this one more than fine. Who is he?" The man on the picture looked maybe nineteen, and he had a beautiful head of hair. His doe-like eyes were wide and almost terrified—whoever the model was, he was doing a great job pretending like the S&M bothered him. Erik stiffened slightly in his trousers just imagining this man beneath him.
"That's Charles… Charles Xavier." Marco's voice was timid, but obviously not affected by the information, or the implications.
"Wait. I thought you guys said that Mr. Xavier brought this picture in though?" after the two men nodded Erik gasped. "This is his son? And he… took this picture?" Disgustedly, Erik dropped the paper and turned from the cubicle. Hurrying back to his desk, images of the beautiful Charles whirled through his mind, but then he stopped—Charles is seventeen! He's not even legal yet. Jesus Christ, what is Mr. Xavier doing? The perverted thing he just witnessed dawn on him and he had to gag back vomit. That's when Erik decided that he was going to talk to this Charles and see exactly what was going on. Ten minutes later he was in Mr. Xavier's office.
"Oh, Hello Erik, what can I do you for?"
"Well, Mr. Xavier, I was wondering if you would care to have your family over to my house for dinner. I don't know many people in town yet and I just wanted to entertain. I figure it'd be a great way to get a leg up, maybe get to know you a little better." Erik's words were easy but he could feel his hands tensed in anger.
"I'm afraid my wife doesn't like leaving the house, but if you'd enjoy coming to my house, that could be arranged. How is this Thursday for you?" Mr. Xavier and Erik soon had the details worked out—Erik was to arrive at the Xavier estate at six pm on Thursday where he would meet Charles and Rebecca.
The next two days dragged on for Erik, and he couldn't help but wiggle with nervous energy until the moment he found himself at the gates of the mansion.
Charles remembered when he was ten and none of the bad stuff happened to him. Then he had his eleventh birthday and his dad gave him a surprising gift; a blow job and bondage. From that day on there wasn't a night that Charles wasn't tied up for his father's enjoyment. Sometimes he was forced to pleasure his father, and other times he was just tied for hours. It wasn't until he was fifteen that his father actually penetrated him, and it was the most painful and heart-breaking experience of his life. Up until then Charles had sometimes imagined it was all a joke, but that was too much to be a joke anymore. This was also when his father started taking pictures of him in his bondaged state. They were posted on the internet and sometimes even printed out to be handed to his friends at work. The shame was overwhelming and Charles had tried to kill himself three times; all three horridly unsuccessful.
The pain his father brought was nothing short of unbearable. He was seventeen now and was told he couldn't live anywhere else until he was twenty… and oddly, Charles believed his father wouldn't let him. So he lived as he could, and savored the days it was simply being tied up. There were the crueler times when he was used, and the worst times when he was in public when these things happened.
Once, when he was fifteen, Charles was forced to sit upon a vibrator in his father's convertible, and it was set on high. Charles' clothes were taken away and he was forced to moan in unbearable pleasure, naked, during all of the stop lights and several traffic jams. People laughed, moaned and took pictures of the pathetic sight. The entire time Charles just barely held back tears and was bright red from embarrassment. His father was a cold hearted bastard… but what could Charles do alone? There were pictures and videos that would be spread if he even tried to tell what had happened. The shame they were bring was worse than the pain of more.
On a Tuesday afternoon Charles was told that a man would be eating with them that Thursday; Erik Lansherr. This man would sit at their table and believe everything was normal. Nothing would change and life would go on. But Charles needed this man to understand. Needed this man to help. No matter what happened that Thursday, Erik Lansherr would need to help him.