Chris bite his lip so hard to keep from crying out from the searing pain from the spanking. Wesker showed no signs of getting tired. That damn virus gave him crazy stamina.
Wesker was impressed by Chris's resolve the BSSA seemed to have toughen up his little chrissy. But it mattered not Wesker kept on spanking Chris harder and harder. The belt making a nasty cracking noise as it licked Chris bubble butt flesh.
The fight was soon lost and Chris yelped in pain as the belt made a nasty welt on his butt. "No more please! Please no more it hurts it hurts!" Chris sobbed. Wesker smirked and decided he needed to make sure Chris was sincere in his apology.
"Tsk tsk Christopher you think I'll fall for such a half assed apology!" Wesker yelled. His voice echoing. "No I'm afriad you are due fifty more lashes from my belt!" Wesker raised the belt up to spank Chris again.
Wesker brought the belt down but stopped just before the belt made contact as Chris screamed. "No more please no more Daddy!" Wesker licked his lips at this. Chris's pride was too great for him to even pretend to call another man superior let alone Daddy.
"Thats a good boy Christopher daddy wants you to be a good boy." Wesker pulled Chris's diapers back up and stood him up as he got his belt back on. Chris was whimpering from the pain. His face was red from his crying and his shame.
Wesker smiled at Chris. "Well Christopher I say we get you out of the spencer collection and into attire more fitting for my little boy." Chris hated Wesker. Hated his damn European accent. And his smug arrogance. Wesker always made him feel two feet tall.
Wesker grabbed Chris's right hand and lead him to a changing table. The changing table was huge. Chris didnt know they made them in such sizes. Chris eeped in surprise as Wesker picked him up and got him on the cherry oak finish changing table. Chris went to kick Wesker but screamed as Wesker cuffed his legs to the table.
Wesker then tied Chris effectively to the changing table. Chris glared at Wesker as he pulled on the cuffs with no affect. Chris strianed his muscles but couldn't budge the restraints. "You pervert let me go now! Wesker this has gone on long enough!" Chris screamed.
Wesker ignored Chris's protest and left Chris alone. Chris tried to break free but couldn't. The only thing he accomplished was fatiguing himself more. Chris heard the door to the nursery open and he glared as he saw Wesker walking slowly toward him. "Dont you think this has gone on long enough Wesker? I say we settle this with a duel winner gets to stay alive!" Chris said in as deep a he could muster.
Chris expected Wesker to acknowledge the duel between men but was caught off guard when Wesker actually began to chuckle. Weskers chuckles sooned turned into an unerving cacophony of what Chris could only describe as a psychos laughter before a kill.
"You amuse me Chrisptoher. Thinking you're a man classic Christopher. Now Christopher no moving unless you want daddy to cut your little wee wee." Wesker cooed.
Chris was confused by this but mostly focused Wesker calling his cock a wee wee. "You listen here Wesker! I am a man i have a bigger cock than you! You European trash!" Chris says sternly.
Wesker smirks. "Oh Christopher such an active imagination. But dont worry once you're properly dressed we can diacuss the rules." Wesker replies. Wesker then proceeds to pull off Chris's depends. Chris is flushed with shame as Wesker handles his cock.
Chris twitches as a cool cream is rubbed all over his cock and balls and ass. Chris is about to ask Wesker what it is when Wesker begins using a razor to shave Chris's pubes off.
Chris protests this vehemently but Wesker just warns him to stay still. Chris want to curse him out but he screams in pain as he got a little scratch on his ball sack. Wesker shook his head. "I told you to hold still!" Wesker yelled at Chris for moving. Chris didnt want another cut or worse so he stopped resisting. Wekser soon got Chris cleanly shaving. Where Wesker was smiling Chris was not so enthused with losing all of his pubic hair. And even his armpits and chest were shaved.
"Fuck you! Wesker the hell! I said stop!" Chris screamed. Wesker ignored Chris and powdered his crotch with baby powder. Chris's eyes grew wipe when Wesker pulled out a fluffy paw print diaper.
"You arent putting me in that you arent!" Chris squirmed and tried to get free. He couldnt get the restraints to lossen let alone slip out of them. Chris's face flushed as Wesker slide the diaper under his sore and red bottom and taped it up snugly.
Wesker went around and pulled out a pair of black leather baby mittens and got Chris's hands in them and locked them. Chris was calling Wesker a coward for not fighting him. Wesker didnt even bother with a repsonse to Chris's beligerant and poor excuse at goading.
"Oh Christopher you really are a boy arent you. Absolutely no self control. You let any little thing rattle you and get yourself worked up. No wonder your partners always leave you. You are so immature and frankly pathetic." Wesker said.
"Fuck you! You're pathetic you dont want to duel me coward!" Chris yelled. Chris was uncuffed but picked up by Wesker and sat in a huge ivory colored crib that offset the soft creamy beige of the nursery.
Chris tried to push Wesker away but yelped as Wesker slapped him. Wesker then tied Chris's arms to the cribs bars above chris head. "Daddy will be right back with your shot." Wesker said laughing as he left Chris alone in his nursery.
Chris pulled at the restraints and grunted as he tried his best to make them budge. Chris didnt want a shot especially not from thar mad man Wesker. Chris's greatest fear was to turn into an undead monster.
Wesker prepared the syringe and returned with a med tray. He set it on a bedside table and wheeled it closer to the crib. Chris could make out the syringe and he saw gauze but he didnt recognize the fluid.
"I swear to you fucker! You change me into a fucking mosnter and I'll be sure to kill you before i kill myself!" Chris spat at Wesker defiantly.
"Honestly Christiopher i shall teach you etiquette providing you surive of course." Wekser said as he injected the syringe into Chris's neck. Chris resolve was tested. His breathing became shallow. His heart beat increased. It felt like his heart was gonna explode in his chest. Chris welcomed death at this point.
Wesker watched with satisfied glee at Chris's reaction. "Oh Christopher." Wesker said aloud as he adjusted his sunglasses his piercing red eyes glowing.
