This is the sixth tale of a much longer storey arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.

transformation of German language speech or idiom at the end. However, I have tried to make the significance fairly clear in context.




HELL HATH NO ferocity. ..


With many thanks to Stefani, who not only proof my German, but also comes up with helpful comments and proffer. Vielen Dank, meine Freundin !


preliminary : Happily Ever After ?


If this had been a fairytale, we should by rights have reached the part where Logan and I would live on happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my intellect and I open my eyes, I get the melodic theme that is not what is going to happen.

Last thing I can remember, we were sitting at our usual mesa at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to order another half dozen beers for Mount Logan. ( Yes, I had been foolish enough to take in him up on one of his wager again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

In any guinea pig, there was a low-key"poof"and the air was filled with a thick, choking swarm of some sort of gas. Before I could even snap up Mount Logan and teleport us outside, the worldly concern was already going black around the edges and the trading floor was coming up to run across me fast.



inferno HATH NO FURY

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes open. I am in a small room with bright Light Within, staring egg white walls, no Windows,
and only one room access. I can see the binding of a rather bulky man standing near one of the bulwark, looking at a computer screen. Above his foreland there are six gravid monitors, which are all blank. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet in ordination to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my dorsum on a business firm but padded Earth's surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally naked, with some sort of control around my articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint, which hold my hands down by my sides and my wooden leg straight but slightly spread apart. My hind end is pulled down between my pegleg, with something clamped around the narrowest contribution, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something tight and tough fastened around my cervix. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutants from using their power ! I try very slowly to raise my mind, but I can not. Concentrating, I can sense that the gimmick does not gird my total neck, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

I start to smile. Whoever has tried to trap me in this way apparently does not realize I can easily teleport out of such restraints. Perhaps he does not even realize I can teleport at all. That would be Nice. I could be resign in an instant, either way.

Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no idea what is behind any of these walls. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not open it from the inside, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am uncoerced to teleport blind and contract my chances. Not a practiced bet, even under the easily of circumstances.

And where is Logan ? What has been done with him ? That thought is enough to charge a pang of awe through me. Has he been captured also ? Or is it just me ? Has Logan perhaps already been killed somehow ?

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some style, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscles, dark hair, dark center. He even has the Lapplander kind of prodigal sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his Kuki-Chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit shortsighted than Logan's. His pilus is also shorter, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temples. His side is more feather off, with heavier jowls. His nose is full-strength, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty visual sense. There is nothing but cruelty in his smile.

I give him a level stare, waiting for him to say something first.

"I know you've been awake long enough to realise that teleporting might be a mistake, since you can't get out of this room like that without taking a big hazard. smarting boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to beat you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, guess one can't have everything."

He comes over to the table and stands there looking down at me."You're probably asking yourself why I haven't fastened one of those collars around your neck that are supposed to be able to keep a sport from using his power, aren't you ? The result is uncomplicated : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that well-nigh of them work some of the time, and some of them work almost of the fourth dimension, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a variation, I just have this aversion to the darn things. I'd rather do it the antique way and figure out how to capture and hold the picky mutant, or variation, that I'm after. make for More of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that foul smiling again and his representative turns strong."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the rules of this plot, so take heed carefully."

"Just tell me vhere Mount Logan is,"I interrupt.

"As it happens, I can do better than that. I can demonstrate you."

He raises one hand and tip a remote control device toward the white monitors. All six screens come to liveliness, showing me images of Mount Logan from different angles and at varying distances. He is standing spread-eagled and stark naked in the middle of what looks very practically like a duplicate of this room, held in place by a curiously-designed system of rules of gravid restraints and metal cake. He is bleeding from numerous cuts and slice and assorted other wounding, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His head sags forward on his chest.

"Mount Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, baby. He can't hear you. The video is on both ways, but the audio's turned off redress now. Here, I'll turn it on, but only so that he can hear us, not the other way around."He aims his remote control and clink again."That will save me from having to recite the rules over again to him."

Mount Logan is obviously conscious, since he raises his header and looks around as he hears our voices. I can see his lips move.

"Forget it, jimmy. We can't hear you."

For a moment, Logan and I stare at each other's range in the monitors.

"It's rather a nice touch that he's cattle ranch out into a neat X like that, don't you think ? Quite appropriate, considering.

"I gave a lot of idea to designing restraints that would control jimmy, since his chela can cut through shit near everything. However, even if he can extend them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in berth. It would deliver been easy enough to simply procure his forearms and work force back plane against a paries, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself easy, but I wanted him in a position that gave me access to his body from all counseling, not just the front man. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metal restraints that enclose his coat of arms from above his elbow to the ends of his spread fingers, you'll notice that his claws, if he bothers to carry them, would fish slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the middle that runs up to the ceiling booster. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever stage I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to stay that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to stand for a piece, if I felt merciful. There's only a dead Sir Ernst Boris Chain connecting the cuffs around his articulatio talocruralis to the storey, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able-bodied to reach far enough to kick me. On the other hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

"Just be beaming I decided against stringing you up that way, blue boy. Over clock time, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a nice padded mesa. Now pay attention, both of you, and listen to how it's going to be."

After a quick glance in Mount Logan's direction, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know jimmy's power well enough to design that system, I've also made it my business to learn the limitation of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this lieu is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many open blank space in the area around it outside. I made certainly you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this building or its surroundings. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very similar building, far enough away so that it's out of visual range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would withdraw time, more sentence than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these way booby-trapped. There's a bomb in each building, and I can detonate either or both of them from a ascendency instrument panel in both buildings, if I choose to do so. In the other way, there's an incendiary bomb mounted beneath the base right under your swain and it's pretty muscular. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many bit of flaming consistence division that you wouldn't know what to deliver even if you somehow managed to get into the room.

"You hear that, jemmy ? If I want to, I can blow up your short buddy here. Make me too angry and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your face when I do."

Our captor favors me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken special safeguard with you. There are sensing element in your restraints that will react to your sudden absence by detonating the dud in both buildings. You might save your own life by trying to teleport completely out of this building, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a tree or a mountainside. And Jimmy will still be dead.

"I trust you will both keep all this in brain if you are tempted to turn, shall I say, uncooperative during the course of your hitch in my lowly abode."

He laughs as Logan and I stare at each former in obvious dismay.

He sounds disgustingly smug and sure of himself as he tells us all this. I say nothing, hoping he will let drop off something that could be useful.

Giving each of us a derriere flavor, he goes on with his talk, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you endeavour to escape and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to watch over the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to hit Jimmy scream, so just ideate what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how much Jimmy would not enjoy seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

"On the early mitt, if both of you cooperate and do as you're told, things don't have to get that bad. Think about it."

"Jimmy ?"I finally ask.

"Oh, what's the matter ? Didn't he tell you about me ? The way I caught up with him while he was up North and told him who he was ?"

I shook my chief."He told me, but no details."

On the varan, I can see a aspect of sudden anguish come over Logan's face.

The man gives a deep chuckle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the screen, addressing Mount Logan."What's the thing, jimmy ? Don't need your fiddling friend to know what went on between us ? Don't want him to bang how we were screwing around together for over a month out there in the woods, and you loved it ?"

From the flavour on Logan's human face, this man is telling the Truth. I close my eyes and try to keep my jounce and hurt hidden.

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His finger's breadth grab my chin and turn my face toward him. He shakes his head word as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be variety of cute, if not for those dentition. Let's have a nigher look, shall we ?"

He takes hold of my dispirited jaw and opens my mouth, turning my question from one side to the other and surveying my horrific taste of teeth. They are not my best characteristic and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the tops of my down in the mouth teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose tooth are being examined to be sure the fauna is not older and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets worse when he uses his thumb to feel along my top tooth. In accession to being very crooked, they are also quite discriminating, especially the one in the middle. He presses his hitch down on the point of the sharpest one experimentally. I taste rakehell, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would stick his cock between those tooth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no Noel Coward, but I'm no muggins either. If nothing else, your speak gets to keep its integrity, boy."

I have had about enough of this."I am not a boy."

He gives a short laugh."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparability. But maybe you'd prefer a more particular nickname. Jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."Well, you don't look like an elf to me. You look to a greater extent like a fairy, except for the people of color. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my niggling blue fairy boy. You like that ?"

I shake my drumhead vehemently.

"No ? Considering those teeth, maybe I ought to call you the tooth fairy instead."

I do not even ennoble that with a reply.

"Nah, that would sound too silly. Guess I'll pin to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to squall you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my figure's master. master Creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's brother. wellspring, half-brother. Saame father, unlike mother. I'm a lot like him in many manner. The same healing factor, but not such tenacious claws."

He holds up a helping hand to establish me the shortly pointy slightly curved claws that serve him as fingernails. When I do not look sufficiently impressed, he shows me how far he can lengthen them when he wishes. All aright, I am more impressed now.

"All natural, fagot boy. No adamantium."He casts a look over his shoulder at the Monitor, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his control and screaming something I can not hear.

winner goes over to a mesa along the rampart, picking up something I can not see and bringing it back over to me.

"I assume you're intimate with dildos, faery boy. Probably very familiar. I find that this peculiar one comes in rather utilitarian for my purposes."He holds it up in front of me."It's pretty long and it increases in width more rapidly than most."

He is not exaggerating. Even I would not care to have this item item inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? Shirley Temple Black glass, sang-froid and smooth. Should finger very good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his former helping hand to run the sharp tips of his nipper teasingly along the telephone line of the scrape on my get down stomach, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attention or fears it.

"Nice cock, even if it is blasphemous and kind of on the skinny side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A project little scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that jemmy's idea ?"

"Most certainly not. I did that many years before I met him."

He runs the tip of one digit over the scars."You did that to yourself ?"

"Ja."

He narrows his optic slightly."All the rest of these too ?"He gestures at my body.

When I nod, he looks closer."Very clean and pretty. How did you nominate them issue forth out so precise ? Scars can mend in sloppy slipway sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take concern vith the cutting. Even scars from injuries do not pretend too lots of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the guts to slice up yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a short, fairy boy."He looks again at my poor bewildered tool, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get grueling."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised tool like yours. More to play with. And speech production of playing, let me show you a unique lineament of this table you're lying on. Like jemmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my chagrin, I discover that the tabular array is made so that my animal foot can be slid back and Forth River along the sides, simplicity and all, then refastened wherever master wants them. The restraints even adjust the angle while they move, so that the sole of my understructure come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to wonder what else this table can do.

"There. Much more convenient for me now. In fact, I rather like this view of your ass."He runs one claw gently around my anus, which is now more approachable than it was before.

"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some thought of what you can shoot without incurring any serious legal injury, in order to get a better mind of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lube on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another vicious grin."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the prison term to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the smaller tapering end of the dildo against my opening, I find myself at a personnel casualty for Word of God, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A smart input at this time could be something I would regret later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a little, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass shaft around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this point, it feels ripe and I know he is make up about relaxing. All right, I will collaborate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to appraise me in this way, it would be better to have him underestimate what I can swallow, rather than overestimate it.

All the spell he is doing this, he is talking, as if he enjoys the verbal torment as much as the physical. I have barely been able to get a Book in edgewise, which is unusual for me.

"By the way, I recognized those claw cross on your back, faggot boy. jemmy may guess you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to tell me how he tracked Logan to his bivouac, leaving him to his own devices for a time, but keeping tab on him from a distance. Just when Mount Logan began to pack up his things and hike back to the penny-pinching town, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a piffling foresightful by offering to differentiate him about his past.

"He's a sucker for anyone who says they can fulfil him in on what he's been and done. It was gentle to win over him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was say the truth most of the time and Vanessa Stephen started ringing in his head. He was glad to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."

The words hurt much more than the dildo does, at this period in the proceedings. Much to my shame, my member decides it just might enjoy the feeling, and I can tell that my eyes are beginning to radiate. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my head as far away from his gaze as I can and squeeze my eyes closed. But this displeases superior. He grabs my chin and turns my boldness back.

"Open your centre, faggot boy,"he orders me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the price later on."

I obey. Victor makes the connection between my eyes and my curing prick. He takes hold of it, moving his hand relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to work its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with ignominy, not because of my dead body's natural chemical reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it materialise. I will fight it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your cock,"he concludes."Very interesting consequence. Now let's try something else."Forcing my partially retracted foreskin forward over my glans, he pinches the end tightly together."You see ? I told you there was more to recreate with on an uncut penis. I'm going to sustain this dildo right here for a while but locomote it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will happen. My phallus will keep on to go gormandize, trying vainly to bear on the forefront free of my captured foreskin.

"This would be a good time for me to tell apart you how much fun Jimmy and I had together, wouldn't it, fairy boy ? You'd like to hear all about that, wouldn't you ? Especially now."

That is about the last matter I would care to hear, for it would persist in to arouse me. But master knows that. He describes some of the affair he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in pain as my prick stiffens further. I can not reckon that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

"I'm being very sort to you, you know. I could just as easily have sewn the end together and done this same thing, but simply refused to cut the thread no matter what happened. Think about that for a while, queer boy."

I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the images it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activities he and"jimmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might decrease my arousal.

Finally, Victor has mercy on me and lets go. One kind of pain stops, while another resume, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a abrupt jerk.

"Shall I tell you how very tempestuous Jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another abrupt push. I am beginning to near my limit point, as far as the breadth goes. In social club to arrive at him retrieve I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressure. I clench my teeth and wince. He smiles.

"It hurts now, does it ? You can aim a lot, fairy boy, I'll give you that. I've never found anyone who's gotten so far in taking this piffling baby here."He twists it, pulls back, then pushes forward.

"Gaahh ! Bitte, Victor, nein ! Es tut verdammt weh !"I gasp, feigning more pain than he is actually causing.

A scowl crisscross his human face as I say that."That's right, you're a Kraut, aren't you ? I should ingest noticed it from the dialect. I hate German language. wipe out a shitload of them in the last reality War. Wouldn't judgment killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Hun shit, fairy boy. Say it in side, if you expect me to see, much lupus erythematosus do as you ask."

"Please, superior, no -- no more. It hurts like hell,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not understand simple German. Or he wants to make me think he does not realize it. I may be able to use this info later on.

Logan is reacting to my apparent pain by struggling against his bail bond and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the corner of one eye, winner notices this."What's the issue, little chum ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. desire me to wrench on the sound recording, so we can hear you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

"Sorry. Maybe later on. I'm in use now."He turns his attention back to me, giving one more thrust to the dildo, somewhat less emphatic than the premature ones. I scream obligingly, even though I do not really have to.

"I'm tempted to go further, sister, and split you right open up, especially when I think about how jemmy left me for your sorry ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."

The insistence eases as he slowly and teasingly withdraws the dildo."You did rather bask that though, didn't you ?"

I can not narrate him no, as my gruelling shaft would clearly show it to be a lie. victor examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfy nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to retrieve not to be overly gentle or you won't take as a great deal notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that happening, since I don't do conciliate very well anyway. You can ask jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the counter, then returns to stand side by side to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again flat down against the surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my chest and begins to trace the scratch with the stop of one claw, as Mount Logan often does with a finger.

I want him to keep talking, so I ask,"Vhy are you doing all this just to torture us ? These buildings and all this equipment must induce monetary value a fortune."

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more concerned in my cicatrix than in the discussion."I would never let been able to afford all this material, except that some very rich and very knock-down folks hired me to acquire down the fearsome Wolverine. You're just verificatory damage. They think I'm going to kill Jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just go along him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

"Vill these powerful multitude not come after you vhen they find they have been betrayed ?"

"Yeah, they probably will. But Jimmy and I can take ourselves out to some early equally hefty common people and be safe. Or at least as rubber as we've ever been, which ain't saying much."

His claw has arrived close to one of my nipples now. He touches it experimentally with the piercing detail. I shiver. He smiles."Sensitive tits, huh ? I like that in a man."

He positions his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to pass blood."Now listen, and listen just. If you behave well, I can rid up one of your arms so that it's on a short chain. That way, you can pass on the water supply bottle I've got on a shelf under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to spend a penny both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such subject, if I have no reason to be. empathize ?"

"Yes."

"So you gon na be a good niggling boy if I do that for you, or are we going to do this the hard, and I assure you the much Sir Thomas More messy and unpleasant, way ?"

"I vill be good, Victor."

The claws prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even make bold to quail for fright it would drag those points through my flesh."If you're prevarication to me, bear in thinker that Jimmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to bring up being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not draw a blank,"I assure him.

"Good."The claws pull away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some chemical mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a short length of chain to the metal cuff around my entrust wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the board."There you go, babe, just like I promised. hand around under the table and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a plastic bottle of H2O, with a permanent wave husk attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the nursing bottle in my script. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the straw between my backtalk and take a few deglutition. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the door."I'm gon na entrust you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and jemmy can talk things over. I'm not going to tell you what time it is, or even whether it's day or night. And I'll come back to visit either or both of you whenever I feel like having a little to a greater extent fun."

He clicks the remote control as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the doors will only work by a voice statement from me, so don't even bother to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convincing mimic. It won't work."

He leaves, after reciting some nonsensical word at the door. There is only secrecy in the way, as Logan and I stare at each other. Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist, replacing the bottle and then testing the length of chain again. I can touch most of the way to my side and a little way down below my hips.

"Ja, just exquisitely, all things considered. Is this victor really who he says he is ?"

"I'm afraid so. A lot of what he told me jogged computer memory in my brain. I'm only sorry you got involved in our little vendetta. I'll get you outta here somehow, I promise."

"Be careful vhat you say. He could be vatching and listening to us."

"Let that mother-fucker listen. I don't attention. There's something ya need to know."

"Vhat ?"

Logan hangs his psyche forward so I can not see his nerve."He - he told you the truth about what we did. The sex was bestial, hideously brute. It was almost more like fighting than screwing. We tore at each early like animals. It was - hideously exciting."

I have every reason to know how very closely sex is linked with vehemence in his Psyche, so what he tells me should come as no surprisal, and yet it hurts.

"Kurt ? Say something, darlin ’. lecture to me."

I take a breathing space and exhale, trying to ostracise the quiver that threatens my representative."I hear you. Vhat is it you vould like me to say ?"

"That you understand ? That you - don't hate me for what I did, maybe ?"

He is pleading now, I can tell from his tincture. His head is still bowed forward."I can never detest you, Logan. You should acknowledge that."

"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to expect at me."But maybe you should. It's my break you're in this sight. I fucked up big clip. I never should induce told him about you."

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my devotee. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his head in self-disgust."I should cause known. We fought for real when I told him. I had a chance to obliterate him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to shut off the only window I had into my childhood and my past. I - I wasn't thinking of what might happen to you."

"You did varn me that it had just gotten much more dangerous to be involved vith you."

"Yeah, but I didn't tell you the reason. I meant to. It just never seemed to be the right time."

"It has been more than a month since you returned, and yet there vas no ‘ right clock time'?"

He winces, but continues to calculate at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the details immediately, but I was afraid. I let your confidence, and your beloved, overcome my fears. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for zero else ?"

"No matter vhat happens, I vill never blame you for this. It is Victor's doing, not yours. I vould rather die here vith you, than live in safety vithout you."

"Don't even think about dyin ’, darlin ’. I'll get us out of here. Somehow."

"I am not so sure there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false miserableness in my voice. If master is listening, I want him to retrieve I have taken all of what he said at boldness value and believe our situation is hopeless.

"Now, Elf, don't you dare generate up ! I'll think of somethin ’."

Good. If I have convinced Logan of my lack of hope, I have surely convinced victor.

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Mount Logan forebode to rescue me. That will put winner's focus on him as a potential drop savior, rather than me. That could add up in handy later.

"But enough of this,"I go on."Is your name really Jimmy ?"

"Yes, if he's not lyin'to me. James Howlett."

"It has a courteous audio to it, I think. Vould you like me to telephone you jimmy instead of Mount Logan ?"

"No ! Jimmy may be who I was, but I'm Logan now, no matter what that wretched son-of-a-bitch calls me !"

"goodness. That is how I think of you also. Ve should stay and take vantage of this rest to try to get some sleep, since Victor could deliver at any time. The to a lesser extent ve talk of escapism vhen he may be listening, the better."That conclusion piece is for Victor's ears, more than Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not care my advice. Neither do I, but I do not need superior to learn anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are still, each trying in his own way to relax and calm himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the prison term winner tax return, I am awake and hold tried out the sanitary agreement. Not altogether clean, but effective than nothing.

The first thing he does is readjust the handlock around my carpus into its place by my side. Then he faces Logan on the admonisher."I'll leave the sound recording on, jimmy, if you keep your back talk shut. Got it ?"

Logan nods.

superior turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to dally nice this prison term, my little puritanical fagot. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my sassing. When I try to turn my head away, he grabs my Kuki-Chin. Then he covers my lips with his mouth, his glossa pressing voiceless, seeking submission. He must birth forgotten about my dentition. I open my sassing slightly. When he tries to press his advantage, I bite his knife. Not surd enough to do serious price, but hard enough to draw line. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a prick smacking.

If anything, the pain of his sting tongue encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his glossa is deeply into my mouth, I close my tooth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will sever his tongue near the groundwork, and he knows it. I release him, having made my point, and he retreats. A ho-hum smile spreads across his face, and he chuckles a bit.

"You've got look, infant, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just melt into tears and pop out begging for mercy, at starting time anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of make out, what do you like, baby ? What do you fear ? What do you absolutely detest ?"

"I am beginning to absolutely detest you !"

"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the bakshish of his chela rest against the base of my scrotum."It would produce more sense for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his grip tightens only enough to draw blood."I think you can imagine what would happen if I closed my clenched fist right now, then yanked down hard."

"I can imagine it very vell, but you vill not do that."

"Oh ? And just why do you say that ?"

"I vould very likely bleed to death. And your little game vould be over almost before it began."

"Are you so trusted of that ?"He digs his claws a little deeper. I wince, but do not try to rive away, as that would just do more damage.

"Ja, I am very sure enough. If you simply vanted me stagnant, you vould feature killed me at the very beginning."

My remark has clearly displeased him. His eyes narrow dangerously.

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not sure I like that. Does Jimmy drive this sorting of matter from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

He looks as if he can not resolve whether he is more angry or amused. disport profits. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Logan on the monitors."That true, Jimmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"

Logan nods, thrifty not to say anything.

"musical score one for the blue air poove,"Victor says cheerfully."No more threats of immediate destruction. However,"-- his dependable humor change abruptly -"if you don't tint it down some, you'll be feeling some prompt painful sensation. Got that ?"

"Ja."

"Now, let's get serious, shall we ?"

That is clearly not a interrogative. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is dreadful to find so vulnerable. Naked does not gravel me, but helpless does. I am not accustomed to being restrained like this. I am the one who can get out of anything by teleporting. I do not retrieve I have felt so helpless before individual else since I was a tike, before I could teleport. But I must not let my veneration show. This man would know exactly how to use it to break me.

"Let's scratch line again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his claws lightly across my chest, then begins following the scar just as Logan often does with his fingers. scratch tissue is less tender than ordinary physique, but the sense is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickle. And it always arouses me. I close my eyes to enshroud the glowing I know will soon be seeable. As he continues to work his way down my chest to my venter, I can not hide the rigidification of my penis.

"It would seem you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my face."clear your centre, boy, and keep them open. I want to be able to see just how much you like it."

I shake my head.

"Do it, or your lover boy suffers for it,"he says smoothly, knowing the menace will work.

Deprived even of the ability to hold in my traitorous eyes, my shame deepens. I do not need to revel what he is doing to me, and that is especially lawful as I know Mount Logan is watching.

His fingers reach my crotch. With a surprising softness, he takes everything into his hired hand, squeezing and releasing in a tedious, steadfast rhythm, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the joy of it, feeling that companion pinch begin recondite inside me. No ! I try to fight back it, try to unlax whatever it is that causes this unbelievable joy. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a leer in his voice."Sure you do. You're Nice and hard now. maintain it up, babe. Come for me. bear witness me how very much you like what I'm doing. Show Jimmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my cock and balls. I will ignore it. I will not derive. I will relax. I will consider of how a lot I hate his soupcon. I will pore on that, nothing else.

"Never,"I tell him through gritted teeth. I am about to tell him he can go to hell when I think of something that might be more useful. I switch to German."Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn !"

"English, you mother-fucker ! English !"His grip tightens, digit digging into my scrotum.

This is not near. I want him to let me curse in High German. How can I convince - Ah, I have it !

"Bitte, victor - I mean, please -- German is the language in vhich I think, and I revert to it automatically if I am stressed or in painfulness. I do not do it deliberately."

"So you use that Kraut gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to get laid when I'm getting to you, in that case."

I shake my head violently, as if I have only now realized I have given something away to him.

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

"Too late, fairy boy. I already know. Besides, I strongly suspect you're cursing me out, and you can't contumely me effectively if I don't understand what you're saying, can you now ?"

I pretend to be dismayed and mutter,"Scheisse !"

"Ha ! That one means ‘ shit ’. I've heard it before."

I pretend to be even more dismay, turning my head away from him as I stifle a jape. I am not surprised that he knows what Scheisse means. Many multitude do. I only hope he knows very piddling beyond that.

He goes back to what he was doing, but the squeezing is becoming harder now, more painful. He pinches cruelly, or pricks his claws into me here and there.

"Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !"I tell him after an especially unspeakable exigency, spitting out the words as viciously as I can."Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !"

He smiles and does it again.

In the same tonicity of interpreter, but with my eyes focused on Logan's image in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

I can see Logan's center blink in sudden surprise. He gives me a lower-case letter nod, and I know he has understood me, while all master hears is another insult. If I use only German phrases that Logan knows, I can communicate with him and Victor will not realize it.

I have barely begun to bask this minor triumph when master decides to convert tactics.

"Maybe my hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more intense. I just happen to have a nice collection of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them appeals to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic measure smooth charge card, sensitive size, uses 2 C batteries, and available in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the outdoors, or the inside ? No answer ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a legal brief interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such affair and I know they are entirely wonderful. The rapid oscillation gets to the erotic nerve endings like null else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to draw and quarter it in faster, deeply, until it reaches that property inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to keep it.

"Yeah, that's it. Show me how very much you're enjoying this, sister. Let me see it."

I want to separate him to go lie with himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My thigh shiver and my entire organic structure shiver in the suitcase of my contradictory desires.

Then Victor touches another smaller but more vivid vibrator to the tip of my dripping rooster. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's real nice. real nice. You're getting to me, queen boy. look. I'll show you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stuck deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own heavily putz."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

I shake my pass desperately, as if in concern. His penis is indeed rather larger than I would opt, but certainly not beyond what I could manage.

"Scared, huh ? Well, you'll get it one of these days. But not now. Now I want to see you arrive. That's just what I need to be ready to put the real thing into Jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and Forth River. My spine arches and my hips lift up from the table, involuntarily seeking to capture the source of that tantalizing wizard.

"Stop fighting me, fairy boy. You know you want to let go."

He is right. I will not be able to stop. I can feel it late inside, the pressing mounting, the ecstatic wafture of pleasure cresting and fix to break. In a last desperate exertion to prevent ejaculating, I tense every musculus in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A fierce gratification envelops me, pulsing, throbbing waves of gilded joy turning my body into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the slide of fluid through my member, as there should be, yet I tremble with the saturation of the spasms that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down hard by my will. I hide my impression from Victor as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to turn up me false, I pretend nothing has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to slow down as the intensity of the delight subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not know such a affair was possible !

Apparently, superior does not know it either, judging by his following remark.

"If I didn't think I was imagining matter, I'd say you're deliberately refusing to come, fairy boy."

I gather my unconnected wits and answer casually,"Now, Victor, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't turn me on."

"You're turned on all right. Your eyes are as hopeful as coals."

"Oh, did I forget to severalise you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very secure emotions, including anger and craze ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tincture is fooling and calm, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to burst again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not fathom at all sorry. My irony earns me a sharp nose drops in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my head bend with the reversal, to minimize the harm. Even so, my lip splits against the points of my teeth.

Victor tosses both vibrators across the room in a fury of frustration, then leans over me and snarls,"support that up, fairy boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of matter before I'm done with you."

"Geh zum Teufel, Arschgesicht !"I snap back at him, spitting the stemma from my lip into his face.

He just laughs, wiping off the profligate with his fingers, then licking them.

"Since you don't seem to need to play my game by the rules, I think I'll go manoeuvre with your fellow for a while. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my attentions than you are."

As winner stomps out of the way, I start counting the seconds between the time he leaves here and the time he appears in the other way with Mount Logan, in the hope that I can get some theme of how far away the other building is located.

I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's stride is roughly a measure long, that would make it around 12 meter. Nothing warrant that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental counting necessarily precise. I realize this is a very approximate estimate, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no choice but to watch victor rape Logan, using none of the aid and delicacy that he lavished on me. I am not truly worried that he can injure Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as Victor savagely bites and gouges his dupe as he does it.

Logan proves to be no more cooperative than I was about allowing himself to reach orgasm as a result of Victor's action.

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing superior's face and I am afraid. I want to distinguish Logan to give in, generate him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a consideration in Logan's slip. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must bear witness that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when finish we spoke, he must also demo me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

And so I watch in silence. Perhaps Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more control over his sexual reception than I do. Either way, for all winner's striving, he can not make Logan come, although he himself howls and bellows his way through various climaxes of his own.

Finally, Victor gives up on the effort and backs off. He stands there for some arcsecond, virtually snarling his rage and frustration. Suddenly, his posture alteration, he takes a deep breather and seems to have come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to give me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in straw man of Logan,"so I'm going to reach you give me your pain instead."

One clawed paw reaches down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the floor just as he did mine. I can see from the look on Logan's expression that he too knows what will follow next.

"I'm going to do this genuine slow."One of the monitors shows a faithful up of Logan's lower body. I can not shoot down my optic away from it as victor's claws extend and go in."Scream for me, lilliputian brother. I want to hear it. And I want your slight blue tooth fairy to hear it also."

There is triumph in Victor's eye as he turns to reckon at me. His hand last tighter. Mount Logan clenches his dentition and remains silent.

victor's finger pull downward, the sharp hook cutting through bleeding flesh slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.

"Stop being the potent silent type, lilliputian brother. Unless you want to watch me do this to your shtup buddy once I'm finished with you."

The claw finally dig in to the testicles as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distended flesh at the bottom gives way, leaving superior holding Logan's skewered balls in his manus. He continues to pull up downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the bloody opening.

"What's more of import to you, Jimmy ? Your pride, or your monster lover ?"

Logan throws his header back and roars out his annoyance and despair.

I start on my common litany of cuss in German. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonized aid, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the foul names I am calling Victor.

His continued screeching pierce my heart but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep your own hope alive. You know broad well he will survive this.

Holding Mount Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, Victor laughs at my futile efforts to insult him. As I watch the line of descent spout down from Logan's groyne, I swear to myself that the last joke will be mine, no matter what the cost.


Victor returns to my room. I have been too distracted to count the glide by time, but it did not seem very long.

"Did you enjoy the show, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the simpleness on my left arm, replacing it with the Chain. I am so furious that I try to tear my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do storm him enough that I can get a grip on his forearm with my fingernails and buck out a clod of flesh.

"Oh, you're being a bad little poof boy, aren't you ?"he says as he pulls back out of my orbit, clutching the offend arm as it heals."What's the thing ? Did I make you wild ?"

I glare at him, the rage burning in my eye reflected in my glowing eyes. His hand moves toward my expression. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a sharp chela tinge each eyelid.

"I could do it so easily, you know. But I'll spare you this sentence and do something else instead."

The pincer withdraw and I can rest again.

He takes the remote ascendence from his sac."There. I've shut off the audio both ways. You can lie here and watch while jimmy heals, but you can't talking to each other."

His gloating laughter track behind him as he leaves the room.

He is decently. I would almost have preferred a physical punishment to this. I want so very much to say something to comfort Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will make love when he is all again. It is nothing myopic of amazing to watch out when his body literally re-grows a function. However, it does choose time and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be secure for his interest, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how long it took, but at close he looks at me with something early than pain in his expression. I smile tentatively and raise one eyebrow in query as I make the thumbs up signal with my hand. He can not respond in kind, as his handwriting are totally encased in their simpleness, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A variation SCORNED


As Victor again takes the slackness out of my left hand restraint and fastens it down, he remarks cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well terminal metre, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be gloomy you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to give me what I want. This clock time, you're not going to have a choice."

I do not like the phone of that, but I say nothing.

"Now, how do I need to configure things ?"He glances from me to the varan."Let's let jemmy heed, but not see what's going on or be capable to make himself heard."He sets the controls."Do we want to be able to keep an eye on his chemical reaction ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitors go black.

"Do you two ever play with electricity, fairy boy ?"

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my penis knockout with his middle finger, smiling as I wince."English, remember ? Unless you're cursing at me, that is."

"Vhat do you signify ?"

"If you don't know what I mean, then I have my answer."He holds up a strange-looking device."Consider this to be a learning experience. This is a violet wand. It can do some interesting things."

It does not see particularly impressive. Just a sort of a handle with a clear glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie violet coloring material. It looks like a very humble rendering of those blood plasma globes in science museums, where the Muriel Sarah Spark follow your fingers around on the aerofoil of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my decently pap, and I expect him to touch on me with it. Instead, as it gets close, humble sparks leap between the wand and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny overture are wiggling around. The brawn of my chest tighten in rousing, and my nipples get taut.

Victor turns a dial on the box, and a brighter spark jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp walkover of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to do material annoyance.

He moves the globe to my left side, giving it the same treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to worm around as I become more aroused by the strange touch sensation that are almost pleasure but also almost botheration. No ! I do not want this to happen !

He begins to trace a line of fierce sense down my body with the strange device, slowly, teasingly."I think you can see where I'm going with this, can't you, fairy boy ?"

As he approaches my jetty, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my head back as far as the metal circle around my neck will reserve. My tooth clench as I try to smother a moan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the flicker move to one face, running down the interior of one second joint, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lower abdomen, following the design of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a opportunity to remember more clearly. After fighting so tough against coming during the last session, I am certainly not about to give in easily this clock time. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his testicles, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.

With this image held firmly in my mind, my penis waver. I can recite it is beginning to wilt, despite the sparks still dancing across my body just above it.

Unfortunately, I am not the only one to notice this.

"Oh, we're going to play the same game we played endure meter, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The light terpsichore rapidly up the length of my shaft, then focus on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the raw field around the frenulum.

As my cock twitch reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the range of a function of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the floor, and the deal of his glob clutched in superior's hand. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation deep in my groyne, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this happen !

Victor finally gives up. But why does his phonation sound so cheerful when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, faerie boy. I could call on this up a great deal high, but I'd just end up burning you, and that's not what I have in creative thinker. Looks like you win this round."

He leaves the room for a few minute of arc, then comes back pushing a small cart with some kind of mechanism on it. He parks it next to the bed and plug it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a metal box with several meters and assorted switching and buttons on the front.

"Want to contract a dead reckoning, baby ?"When I can not add up up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a confidential information : this is a medical gimmick that's used to get ejaculate from a man who can not ejaculate, for one understanding or another, if he wishes to father a child."

He looks at me expectantly. From the locution on my look, he can see that it is beginning to sink in on me what comes next. Picking up something from behind the box, he holds up what looks like some form of probe, about as long as a man's digit and the breadth of two fingerbreadth. It is mounted on the end of a slender wooden rod, with a wire going back to the box.

"Get the picture ? The current isn't anywhere near enough to do harm, but when it's applied to the area around the prostate, you will ejaculate, whether you want to or not. Does it feel good or does it hurt ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the answer to that question. But I strongly suspect it isn't much fun, since the usual procedure is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something very ready to hand about this table, baby. The time has come for me to point it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire section that is usually between my wooden leg folding down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my buttock at the very boundary and my legs bent at the knees.

He returns to the pushcart."face, I'll even make it easier for you by putting a picayune lube on the probe. You don't have to thank me."

I do not thank him. My mind has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting seminal fluid from prize Taurus the Bull. It did not come out all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

"Relax, babe,"he says as he inserts the probe."This part won't hurt a bit. I promise."

He plays around with the probe, clearly doing more than is requirement to find the redress posture near my prostate.

"deprivation to see what I'll be using on jimmy, if he proves as stubborn as you ? Here."He holds up something almost as long as a man's forearm and just as wide."It's meant to be used on a bull, so just be glad you're not getting this one."

My mouth free fall open in dismay."No ! You vould not -"

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty much undestroyable, commemorate ?"

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a transposition on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the maximal setting right from the 1st, keeping it on for a distich of bit. Then repeat that until the trust results are obtained, usually about seven or eight effort. That seems too immediate for me, so I'll start at the lowest scene and form my way up. That should give you a chance to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to collect your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather overnice, actually. But I know that will not last. I am proven right after only a few step-up in power. There appears to be a power point where the feeling of tingling excitement and mild tensing of the brawn changes into the muscles clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to bruise. I know electricity can cause burns, but surely a medical gimmick meant to be used on humankind would stop short of that. Each time now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the stream, the spasms become more vivid, until it feels as if my inside are trying to change state themselves inside out. My entire lower dead body convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, groan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"Victor croons."You're making me real hot. hold on it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

"O.K., pouf boy, we're at the top of the scale. Now I just do it over and over again until you give me what I want. I think I'll step-up the duration of the heart rate bit by bit also."

I have lost this battle and I know it. My call get meretricious and yearner each meter, until finally I can not quit my body from reacting.

"That's unspoiled, baby. A few more prison term and you should be fairly well emptied out."

"Bitte, nein ! Nicht mehr ! Hör auf !"

"Sorry. Don't know what you're saying."He pushes the button again.

"arrest ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a skilful one. Just a duo more and we'll be done."

By the time he stops, my muscular tissue are cramping and my ramification and tail are pulling hard against their restraints. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

He removes the condom from my twitching phallus and sets it aside, then draws the probe out of my rectum."Doesn't look as if that was much fun, was it ?"

I glare at him. If I were not restrained, I would be doubled over in pain.

"Here, let me see if I can serve you out a little."His hands press down on my belly, kneading the cramped muscleman carefully so that his claws do not seriously dig into me.

"That didn't have to happen, you know. If you had been more cooperative last time, you wouldn't have forced me to do it like this."

I look daggers at him. I want nothing more than to ‘ port myself relinquish of the control and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed. await a minute. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the turkey in Mount Logan's way that is supposed to be hefty enough to pour down someone with that Lapplander healing constituent, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to take the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

Enough thinking. I should be responding with more hex, but I have used up most of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish curse I once heard and turn it into German as best I can call up it.

"Drecksau ! Du sollst in einem Kronleuchter verwandelt werden, so dass du von Tag zu hängen und verbrennen bei Nacht !"

No one can criminate me of not having a sentience of body fluid, even under these destiny. I called him a filthy pig and said he should deform into a pendent, so he could fall by day and burn by night.

"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded cruddy. speculation you're pretty tempestuous at me."The bridge player on my stomach changes into fingertips pressing hard on the spiritualist pressure points along the top of my pubic os. I try to squirm away from the pain sensation, but his handwriting follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His other hand reaches into his own pants and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, baby, louder ! Oh shit, yeah !"

The pain stops as he comes. I am provide gasping for breath, struggling to get myself under control.

"That was real nice."His lips quirk ironically."Next you get to watch me make Jimmy total. And he will. I guarantee it."

He changes the place setting on the monitoring arrangement. I can see the fad on Logan's face and hear his ragged breathing.

"Maybe jemmy'll have enough signified to give me what I want veracious away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Logan's trope."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more cooperative ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his simply reply.

winner snarls. I hear the click of the remote control again."There. Now you can see and hear what I do to jemmy, but he won't be able to see or hear you."

Returning the table to its usual position, he gives me a net pat on the belly, then turns away to meet everything together on his small cart.



As I had feared, Mount Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could have heard me, I would have told him to grant victor what he wanted as quickly as possible. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to establish a distributor point.

So once again, I can do zippo but watch and heed as Victor uses the huge investigation on him, shocking him with a electric current that was meant for a horseshit, running it up a little at a metre, as his organic structure convulses and he bellows much like a Bull might make. Eventually, of form, he is made to ejaculate various fourth dimension, just as I had been. I do not know if the current was enough to cease his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When master is done, Mount Logan hangs limply in his restraints, his head drooping on his pectus. As far as I can distinguish, he is breathing. Then the monitors go Negro and the speaker falls silent.


It is not very long before Victor comes into my room, a self-satisfied smirk on his look and a paper cup in his hand.

"Brought you something for dinner, fairy boy, but it's not exactly a sirloin steak."

I look from the cup to his face, and I think I know what it is."Mine or his ?"I ask evenly.

"More like yours, mine, and ours. I jerked myself off a twain of times watching the recording of recent events."

If he thinks I am bothered by this, he has another think coming."Release my hand and I vill drink it happily."

"Most of it is mine, you know."

"That does not matter."By now he has released my left hired hand."I vill drink it all, for the rice beer of the part that is his."

Grabbing the cup, I suit my natural process to my words, even to the dot of ostentatiously licking my backtalk when I am done."How about a refill ?"I ask as I hold the cup out to him.

This is obviously not the reaction he desires. Victor snatches the cup from my hand, crushes it, and fling it across the elbow room."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no shame ?"

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a here and now I am sure as shooting he is going to kill me with his bare custody. Then he storms out the door, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he left my manus fastened only by the Chain, I reach down for the feeding bottle of pee and lead a sip, as I wonder if winner is even now offering Mount Logan a report cup. I am curious as to how he will respond, but the monitors and loudspeaker system have not been turned on, so I must take my curiosity for the clip being.

Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything superior has said about the bombs which will go off if I get out of my restraint. I begin to imagine he has lied, and, if so, then how many other things has he said that might also be lies ?


Finally, the monitoring device and speakers come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his constraint, with multiple hemorrhage slashes down the insides of both thigh. His face is set in a irritating face, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. Victor is nowhere to be seen.

I am glad simply to be capable to see him and to make out he is essentially in one musical composition. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and begin to heal.

"Did he offer you a paper cup, Elf ?"Logan asks eventually.

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a great deal of pleasure, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

"Took it in my mouthpiece then spit it into his face, because nearly of it was his."Logan manages to grin at me as he says that.

"I guess he did not like that very much."

"Understatement, darlin ’."Then he starts swearing bitterly.

"Vas ist los ?"No, I should not have said that. I do not need Victor to even think that Logan understands German."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should have been able to quit him from making me come."

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in fourth dimension, I remember that I must not predict him Schatz, since I do not want master to pick up on the fact that I can use it to bewitch Logan's attention during my bouts of German language cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your bones are full of adamantium and your physical structure heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your responsibility ?"

"I guess that's just what I'm used to doin ’, Elf. I'm the one who has to do what others can't, simply because I can."

"You can not be the best there is at everything, you know."

"We're not talking about resisting superior's electroejac devices anymore, are we ?"

"No, ve are not. Ve are talking about you alvays taking upon yourself the sole duty, and the guilty conscience that comes vith it vhen you fail."

"wellspring, I can't see that I'm doin'very good at getting'us outta this pot so far. I'm just as helpless against winner as you are."

I do not recognize how to react to that, considering that victor may well be hearing all this, so I say nothing.

"I should never hold come back. I should have just stayed with him. Deep down, I'm as vicious as he is. The two of us belong together."

"Never say that ! It is not on-key !"

Mount Logan shakes his head in demurrer, but he does not press the point.

"Kurt, listen. If you see a luck to get yourself outta here, assure me that you'll take it, and not worry about me."

"Nein."

"You got ta, especially if you think you're in mortal danger. No matter what happens to me, pull through yourself. I'm likely to go anyway."

"Even if you are blown to pieces by superior's bomb ? You may be hard to kill, but you are not immortal."

"wellspring -"he glances down uneasily at the flooring below him."Yeah. Probably."

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

"I suppose if I were blown into too many pieces, and those opus were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his independent detail."promise me, Elf. I need to roll in the hay that you'll make unnecessary yourself, if at all possible."

I do not wish well to prognosticate such a affair, as I have no intent of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not want master to know that.

"I vill do everything vithin my power to save my own biography. That is all I vill promise."I glance around my prison house and sigh hopelessly."But I have no idea how I could get out of here vithout blowing us both up, so it really makes no difference."

From the looking at on Logan's face, I know my reply does not entirely meet him. He also does not require to think I have given up.

"I'll get you out of here, one way or another,"he says."Trust me."

"Alvays vill I trust you. Never doubt that."

winner's voice comes over the verbaliser."All right, enough of that, you two lovebirds. future thing I know, you'll be professing your interminable love and devotion to each former. enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio. We are alone, with zippo but our intellection, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough idea of how it might be potential to escape, there are still a few things I must know before I dare try it. There are too many stranger, and besides, it involves doing something I would prefer not to have to do.

In the silence and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the Hope that I can think of a secure way out of here. I try not to dwell too lots on my eventual fate, if I can not run away, nor on Logan's, but it is heavy to keep such considerations out of my head.

I do not desire to die, but if that is what happens, I will confront it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond death, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this life, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will entrust that it is suitable of the God I choose to love and hero-worship, despite my many doubt and doubt. Either way, I can not complain.

Mount Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given water system now and again. The floor has a drain strategically located so that he can simply urinate where he stands. Beyond that, winner cleans up when necessity. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except victor, as he would surely assign these rather disagreeable task to individual else if he could.

Every time Victor leaves me, I have counted the s until he appears in Mount Logan's room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and frailty versa. Thus far, my appraisal range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a sort building, but not at any great aloofness. It has seemed all along to be spendthrift overkill to have two construction, as he claims, but I can not leaven it to be unsufferable from the elapsed time. However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the terror of a bomb that could kill Mount Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill master also.

I can crap a scratchy speculation as to how wide the paries of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing declamatory physical object outside my doorway and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not make out what is directly out-of-door of this building, or if the outside door is locked.

There are too many unknown quantity. I need more answers.




It seems a retentive sentence before winner returns. As common, he wastes no time fastening my wrist joint back down.

He turns on both the audio and the TV, so my eyes go directly to Logan's icon. His head word cosmetic surgery as he hears that the speaker unit are active. He gives me a smile, as if to reassure me that he is doing all right.

Victor starts teasing me with the percentage point of his claws, drawing them lightly over the interior of my thighs, then future to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very little imperativeness. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not know the horrors those severe claw could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the al-Qaeda of my ass, where the light cutaneous senses sends frisson of desire up my thorn. Ja, there ! There !

I gasp as I react, then remember it is not Logan's helping hand touching me.

"What's the thing, baby ?"Victor asks, his phonation sarcastically sweet."Did I hit a tender spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

He presses harder against that spiritualist orbit."You're not laughing. Are you sure it just tickle ?"

"I am too scared to laugh."

So he laughs. goodness. I do not want him to recognize just how exquisitely that persona of my dead body reacts. Why such a thing should encounter, I have no musical theme. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nervousness run into my tail. In any case, I just want him to forget all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under Earth's surface of my tail, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sore than most of the rest of my body. After all, my tail can accommodate my weight and do gobs of other fairly straining affair, so how sore could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me feel very vulnerable. It is so easy for person to grab me that way, as I can not see what is happening behind me.

"You don't like this much, do you ?"

"How vould you screw ?"

He taps a finger's breadth against his nose."Same way Jimmy does. I've got that enhanced sense of smell also."

I was afraid he would say that. The best I can do is try to explain away my fear as something else, if I want to throw off him off the path. Whether it is forcible or psychological, it is not good to let a sadist know you have a weakness.

He is still intent on handling my tooshie, much to my dismay. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, bend it a short, whatever he wants. My hips are also not restrained, so I can move around to an extent, to exact some of the tensity off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experimentation here, fairy boy. I just happen to have this Nice leather blindfold in my air hole. Maybe you'll bask affair Thomas More if you can't see what I'm doing."

As he fastens the blindfold around my head, he continues cheerily,"It's a shame this will keep on me from seeing your beautiful beam eyes, but it should be well worth it."

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see zippo, even if I try to glint out underneath it. I know the sort of arrest this creates, as some of my childhood customers did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to assume it is worsened than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to cause you consider so. However, knowing this does not make me feel a totally lot better about it.

I feel a piercing bastard down near the end of my tail end, just above the alloy banding that holds it down.

"How would you like another fondness scar, babe ? I could use this scalpel to make one right here."

I seriously dubiety he has a scalpel, but it is unimaginable to tell just from what I felt. Another light prick, this one further up my tail.

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to keep still, as my natural reaction would be to lash my rear away and out of danger.

"Maybe you'd prefer something more spectacular than a cut cicatrix, since you've got heaps of others. How about if I slice off a bit of pelt instead ?"

Whatever he has in his hand, he scrapes it along my tail, again closer to my soundbox. I whimper, hoping to make him think I believe him.

"Since your tail is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to strike to the thicker part, where there's more pith to mold with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

Now he is properly up near where my tail begins. It truly is more tender there and the poke he gives me this time hurts.

"You know, I could come out here and scrape off a stratum of tegument all the way down to the tip, maybe an inch or so wide. How about that ? I think it would attend real pretty, don't you ?"

There is no answer I can give him, early than to swallow nervously. Surely, he is not going to do that. Is he ?

"Yeah, I think you'd enjoy that form of thing."

Whatever he has in his bridge player, he presses it down against my skin in a horizontal line across my tail.

"time lag real still now. I'd hate to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice consecutive line, don't we ?"

I tense against the anticipate pain, even though I doubt he will do what he threatens to do.

"Kurt, don't believe him !"Logan's phonation cry from the utterer."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a needle of some sorting !"

Rather as I had expected, but now I am sure. Victor, however, is not happy.

"Jimmy, you just spoiled my little game. Not only am I turning off the audio recording on your end, but now you're going to watch me use this needle on your blue Quaker here, in a nastier way than I had originally planned."

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fairy boy, I've got a whole extract of them. Various lengths and various bore. You do bonk that the higher the number, the narrower the diameter of the acerate leaf, right ? And vice versa ?"

I do not rely my vox just now, so I nod my head.

"I've been using a 14 calibre, but I think we'll Begin with something smaller, since I'll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up higher as I go. I promised you something pretty before Jimmy spoiled things, so I'm going to use the fancy needles that have decorations on them."

"palm ?"This concept is new to me.

"Yep. They've got things like - no, I won't William Tell you. It will be a surprisal when it's finished."

"I do not like surprises."

I hear him laugh."Oh, you'll like this one. It will mean I'm finished."

I hear syncope jingling noise, as if he is sorting through a collection of pocket-sized metal objective, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge needle, infant, the smallest size I have."His fingers move to the very end of my poor rear, where it comes to a fairly abrupt point."grip still now. There's not a lot of wanton skin for me to work with."

A minuscule cocksucker, magnified by a scrape against the underlying off-white, then another scratch as the dot of the needle comes out again. It does not injure very much, but it is not well-to-do either.

His finger's breadth move past the metal band that secures my bottom, but only by a centimetre or two. Again the forked asshole of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will see real sweet. The succeeding few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

A little more painful, but certainly nothing to scream about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my can, informing me each clip when the diameter of the needle gets larger. By the time he is close to the place where my tail meets my body, we are up to the 18 caliber ones. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative event of all those early needle that are still in place.

"finish one for your tail, pouf boy. This is a 14."

Well, at to the lowest degree he is almost done.

"I'm starting to really enjoy this footling game. How about you ? Having fun ?"

"Vhat do you think ? Are you finished making a pin cushion out of me ?"

"Oh, no. The near is yet to come."

He takes time lag of my phallus, pinching the skin along the top of the lance, just above the scar."This is an 18, but it has a very nice ribbon on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"Call me whatever you like, infant, but your cocksucker is hard."

I clench my teeth firmly as the needle goes through the tegument held between his fingers.

"Saame thing below the scar. Got to be harmonious, you know."

I do not open my mouth, but I can not keep back a groan.

"Now we get to the really fun part."

His fingers hold me just before the edge of my glans, and I know already what is coming. I shake my head in negation, but I will not beg.

"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very short. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it unbowed in."I hear a low chortle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to seduce me wait, while I anticipate what is to come."I'm very skillful at knowing exactly when erotic pain turns into substantial pain, so don't hassle to try to deceive me. I've learned to judge that border very closely, because I can smell out the difference. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may cross it now and then."

He drives the needle into me, just above my prick. And leaves it there, as he removes the blindfold.

"See, baby ? I told you it would be pretty."

Tentatively, I open my eyes and search down at Victor's handiwork. There are indeed decorations attached to each of the phonograph needle. Two glossy red hearts grace the top and the bottom of the scar, while a short string of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the length of my tail there are other similar things : the image of a tiny cat, several kinds of flowers, a fleur-de-lis, a few small plumage, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock plumage !

I am well and truly gravel !

"Well ?"Victor asks impatiently.

"Umm - Es ist sehr schön. I mean, it is very pretty."

I glance at Mount Logan's trope on the monitoring device. Even though he saw Victor doing it, he still appears somewhat dazed.

master's eyes abide by mine."What do you think, jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an artistic streak, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

superior snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh tinker's damn ! I forgot the finishing touch !"He picks up what looks like a belittled torch and lights it.

"Uh –it all looks just fine the way it is."

"No, no. Just one Thomas More little thing."He starts heating up a very tenuous metallic element rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden hold."They have a new name for this, but I prefer the old epithet. Devil's fire. vigil. I'll display you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the back of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fasting. Hurts a bit to a greater extent if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the period.

Why do I remember it is not going to be that well-heeled for me ?

"Holding it against the skin just a little longsighted makes it regretful. Doing it in a very tender space makes it a lot worse."He rubs a digit over that berth between the base of my tail and my anus.

"No ! winner, please !"

But the rod is already glowing hot in the flame."How about a nice V ? Does that vocalize unspoilt ?"

It is not a inquiry. He touches the English of the rod to my soma. Not very long, but long enough.

"That's the for the first time half of the letter of the alphabet. Now we'll do the s half."

I clench my tooth and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as impressive as those scars down your back from jemmy's claws, but maybe this will bequeath a cicatrice for you to commend me by also. That is, if you live long enough for it to heal."

He runs a finger slowly up my derriere, flicking each little medal as he goes by. I am still trying to become habituate to the pain of the acerate leaf in my glans, not to remark the burns he just created, which I can not even see from this slant.

direct a bass hint, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far worse than this in your life. Let it go. bettor yet, toss it into that basement in your star sign of pain in the ass, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

master has reached that sensitive smudge now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the integral orbit in a rotary motion, as if he knows that this stirs up a wayward mixture of delight and pain throughout my entire groin. I can not help but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my head, lips still clenched tightly.

His hand transformation to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his fingers. Another mixture of hurting and pleasure, as my penis hardens Sir Thomas More, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can experience the twitch of heightened desire begin to earn itself felt deep inside me. No ! Not now !

victor evidently decides that this would be a good time to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Does jemmy ever let you sleep with him, fairy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

When I do not answer, he takes my scrotum in his early hand and squeezes tightly."Answer me when I ask a inquiry, baby."

"It is my preference to be fucked. However, there have been times vhen I have been the one doing the fucking. Recently, he let me do much more than that."

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

"Just after he came back to me almost a month ago,"I reply, fixing him with a look designed to infuriate him over my gloating tone. I simply can not dissent goading him like this.

It seems to birth worked, as his backtalk contort into a snarl."And exactly what did he let you do, you little trollop ?"

"You vill give to ask him that."I know full moon well that I will suffer for this, and I am not proven wrong.

"Don't play games with me. You'll find I'm much better at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the rejoinder, opens a drawer and takes something out, then comes back to me. He holds up a fanny plug the like of which I have never seen in my life. It is way too long and much too wide and does not narrow very lots before the burst out end, as it should.

I whimper as I feel the tapered end pressed against my first step, without even the welfare of lube.

"Let's see you relax and enjoy this, smartass."

Automatically, I struggle to pull up away, but he grabs my backside near the base, holding me in place."clutch still, dammit ! Don't afford me a surd time, fairy boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this overnice smooth dildo. I know an matter to little variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

He clenches one hand into a fist and holds it up in front of my expression. Then he opens his fingers, claws extended as far as possible, and shoves it up in the air, mimicking what he would do once inside me.

Just in case I did not get the picture, he elaborates.

"Your scream of hug drug would very quickly turn into a scream of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside out and twisted your backbone around my fingers."He glances over at Mount Logan's trope."You look as if you've got something to say, Jimmy. Here. I'll switch the audio back on, if you promise to be polite."

"master, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

"Please ! ! I'm beggin'you ! Do what you want to me, but don't do that to him !"

"All right, but only because you asked so nicely. But he's still going to get this rump plug up his ass far enough to cue him to be more respectful."

He grinds it against me, beginning to circularise me open."Now, I'll ask you that motion again. What did jimmy let you do to him ?"

I shake my mind. He smiles and forces the plug harder against my distend sphincter. I am desperately trying to decompress and live with what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

I can hear Logan alternately pleading and cursing. When I do not do anything but moan, Victor takes notification of him."I still want to listen the answer to my question, jimmy. He told me I should ask you. How about it ?"

"I let him fist-fuck me. Are you happy now ? leave-taking him alone."

"No, I'm not happy now at all. You let this slight twit do that to you ? !"

"Yes. And I'd take it from him again before I'd take up it from you."

"Logan, no ! !"I say, knowing that he is deliberately goading victor in order to get him away from me.

"Shut up, Kurt ! Shut up now ! !"

But it is too late. Victor turns to the television camera, his face set in a maze."All right, you two have really pissed me off big time. I'm gon na teach you a moral you'll never forget, Jimmy."He turns back to me."As for you, you damn blue faggot, this is what you get."

As he shoves the derriere male plug in the rest period of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not suppress my thigh-slapper. His grinning becomes a widely grin.

Tears run down my case as I glare at him, while Mount Logan calls him obscene names and threatens unsufferable variant of mayhem.

Victor ignores us both.

"Keep that stopper in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and return to fit the leather straps around my shank and between my legs. The shoulder strap between my legs is all-embracing, but has an porta in the middle to allow my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide division behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the base of the wad. The strap divides once again to go around either slope of my tail.

"There. Now you can't pushing it out even if you try. That should keep you busy for a while, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the blood line looks substantial skillful seeping out around the leather shoulder strap, and all those gracious medallion make you look quite fetching. If I weren't so angry at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his head."Nah. Another time."

Still furious, he storms out the door, without releasing my exit mitt as he usually does. Trying to snub the botheration, I focus on counting the seconds but get no advance than three when Victor appears in the other room. Even at a profligate run, he could not have covered very much length in such a short meter. Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the typesetter's case, there may well be bombs in both room that master could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so stupid as to set them up so that I could be creditworthy for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensing element in my restraints that would detect my sudden absence in order that some other kind of less lethal booby trap would be sprung.

My speculations are cut short-circuit as I see Victor shove his clenched fist into Logan's ass.

Logan does not scream, but only continues cursing him out. Nevertheless, I can see the pain sensation on his face, and what might be fear.

"Shut up now and pay attention. Remember how I just told your patrician friend about putting my hand into him and then driving my claws through his gut ?"

His smile is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming next, and my warmness cringes within my tit. But I can do nothing about it, other than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to carry out his scourge. At unlike angles and on each monitor, I see his arm button up into Logan's consistence so far that his mitt opens a cut in his abdomen. I watch in horror as he closes his hand around the intestines twisted between his finger then pulls down and out.

I can only regorge as Mount Logan bellows his agony. I force my eyes to rest capable, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.

Mount Logan seeks out my eyes with his own. I know I must look totally distraught, tears flowing down my side and sobs racking my body. His lips form my figure, just before he finally passes out.



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would cause left any other man, with the possible elision of Victor, dead. He still appears weak and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably expect that his scourge abdominal organs are in the outgrowth of regenerating.

He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the original injury. I suppose that makes horse sense. Even for an ordinary person, I have noticed that the recovery time after being injured can be sorry under some circumstances, so since his healing is very accelerated, the pain might well be concentrated into that briefer meter span.

For just a mo, I experience a astute stab of envy for Mount Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain in the ass inside me. I have no mind of how badly I may be injured, as a perforated Costa Rican colon does not injure all that much until later, when infection Seth in and the abdominal muscle cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be nil beyond a bad bust in my anal sphincter muscle, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no preindication of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not labor out the too-large plug. Nor can I adjust to the heavy pressure and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the scurvy part of my sigmoid Costa Rican colon as well. Usually I can relax and let myself to open up and stretch, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Mount Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to control myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not stop a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every clock time my abused gut contracts hard against the insult it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing cramp that I hear Mount Logan's voice.

"I can't stand to see ya hurting like this."

I can not stand to see him concerned for me, after the infliction he has gone through and is probably still feeling. But I am glad he has recovered enough to be able to mouth to me.

"Let me try something that might help, OK ?"

I can think of aught he can do that would meliorate affair in the slightest. But I nod.

"Close your optic, darlin ’, and don't afford them again. Now, focus only on my phonation and what I'm sayin ’.

"Imagine you're lyin'in our bed, and I come menage needing you so bad that I'm set to dishonor you the way I did once."

"It vas not -"I begin.

"Sshh. Just listen. This clip, I tell you why I need it, since you said that's what you wanted me to do, if it ever happened again. I need to take you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the madness out of my caput before I take it out some other way on somebody else. You don't say anything. You just open your wooden leg for me and close your center, preparing to stand it."

"victor can hear us,"I object, opening my centre to get Logan's attention.

"Let him. I don't give a damn in netherworld if he does. Maybe it will teach him something about what it means to love someone. Now closure interruptin'me and close your eyes. pore on my words.

"I want you to guess something that is totally untrue. act I've got a cock as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't jest, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm huge and intemperate and I'm shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you across-the-board than you've ever been before, and you're taking me inscrutable and inscrutable into your body. I'm shag you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will hurt. Imagine you can hear me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so loaded and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your pegleg, holding your coxa tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to give you pleasure, not nuisance. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to stay sane.

"I can see the expression on your case as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in promote, but you don't tell me to stop. You only struggle to accept it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can separate it's hurtin'you a lot, since your tool is barely hard. Much as I want to afford you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause pain in the ass, and that binge me up inside, but I can't stop.

"It feels so wonderful, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to follow, but I desperately want you to revel it also. One of my hands moves up to your breast, my fingerbreadth spread full to impact and rub those tender nipples. I wrap my early paw around your putz, pulling gently, rubbing my pollex over your exposed slit. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your muscles clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing muscle spasm that drive me barbarian. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My finger work you frantically now. Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my persistent plan of attack, pulling me in deeper. I can hold out no longer. With a few more than strokes, I take my release deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my bureau as I struggle to catch my breath."

As the spell of his words breaks down around me, I realize I have felt it all just as he has described, including my orgasm. The deep aching pain is still there but seems less, perhaps because he has relieved some of the tension in my gut. I want to cry. I want to sustain him while he holds me. But world will not allow that. I keep my eyes closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

"I'm not leavin'you alone yet, Elf, not until you're asleep. Stay with me here, darlin ’.

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our bathroom to start the hot water running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my arms then lowering you into the water system. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your face and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to ease the constriction of the heftiness I can feel beneath my men. And they do slow down, a little, but I can still feel that aching callousness inside you.

"I soap you up and rinse you off with the shower bond while the urine runs down the drain. I help you up and wrap you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the sewer, then carry you back to bed. I tuck the quilt around us both as I gather you into my arms, where I can hold you against me.

"I kiss your hair and the tip of your capitulum and your shut eyelids. I place my handwriting once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that mark that stretches from one side to the other. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so much to create it block up. I long to heal you, but all I can do is bring around myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the ace you love. All I can do is keep back you close and hope that I may never have to let you go. Finally, you rest your hand on top of mine and sigh. Your ventilation slows, your soundbox slack a bit at a prison term. Your head lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the endless night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the future time that Victor comes in to ignite me up.



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to believe straight, what with the steady ache deep inside me, on top of my early pile up hurts. I feel as if I have a fever and I am terribly thirsty, far More than I should be. But I can not even reach for the water bottle, since Victor did not free my hand at all last clock time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten lots since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my venter is downright queasy just at the thinking of food for thought. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reasonableness, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavum and causing infection. My time is clearly running out. I can not open to dally games with Victor much longer. One way or the former, this must end soon.

As soon as master comes into the elbow room, he unfastens the harness around my articulatio coxae and pulls out the cigaret cud. The sharp stretch tear my anus again, but at to the lowest degree eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the clock time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the mass of stock and fluid.

"I made you bleed again, didn't I ?"he inquires with delusive care."Sorry about that."

I have caught my hint now, and the most Recent bed of pain has eased off a bit. I start in on my High German cursing, to get him used to it.

"All right, enough of that shit."

Giving in to one of the strange queerness of mischief that often invade my mind, I conclude with another of my Germanized versions of a Yiddish curse."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im dreck !"

"I said enough !"He runs his hand down the laurel wreath that are still in my arse, then flicks his finger's breadth hard against the needle in my glans.

But the infliction is worth it, since I just told him he should produce like an onion, with his head in the ground.

"Now, what shall it be for today, fairy boy ?"

"I vould not mind a drink of vater,"I suggest hopefully.

"Oh dear ! Did I blank out to unfreeze your hand conclusion time ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the table and brings out the water bottle."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in judgement, but we'll start there."

He opens the cap and pours the integral bottle over my face, which allows some of it to get into my mouth, but not nearly as much as I need. But he does not free my hand.

"Aw, looks as if I spilled most of it."He tosses the void bottle over his shoulder."Are you still thirsty ?"

Warily, I nod.

"We seem to be out of pee. Maybe you'd like to drink some of my piss, hmm ? I'm sure you'd favor his -"He jerks a quarter round toward the admonisher, which show Logan watching us intently"- but that's not in the picture."

I make a revolt cheek and shake up my head.

"I could piss on you, if you'd rather. You could stand some cleanup up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can feel pretty practiced, if you're into such things."

All right, time for me to get on with it. I do not really need to do this, but I have thought of no other way. There are still too many jeopardy, but I have run out of options.

"ejaculate on, Victor, is that the best you can remember of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to drink your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it ? If so, you greatly lowball me. Let's stop playing nestling's games and get down to the real thing. Fuck me ! jostle your dick up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it. Let's get this over with, properly now."

"My, my. The lilliputian poove boy is unquiet for it, is he ? He wants to feel my big tool inside him. Maybe I'll oblige you sooner than I had planned, since you're so hot for me. But first of all I want to get a little fun."

He rests his hand low down on my abdomen. I suck in my breathing space and grimace.

"Oh, that hurts, does it ? Thanks for letting me know."

O Gott, now I am in for it !

His finger's breadth trace across my belly, probing to incur the country that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the left of center, I gasp.

"rightfield there, huh ?"I do not like the grin that spreads across his fount. The hound of his mitt presses down hard on that billet, rubbing in small circles.

I can barely crush a scream. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, Victor, nein !"

“'Bitte, Victor, nein,'” he mocks."I know what that means, infant. I think I like to get a line you say that."He releases the air pressure then pushes down once more."Say it again."

I scream and say it again.

"But I'm supposed to be trying to wake up you, aren't I ? I don't seem to be doing a very honest job of that. Let's try something else."

He leans down, fastening his mouthpiece over my right teat and suction. At foremost, it feels gracious. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under ascendency during this surely legal brief respite. I feel a hand compass for my former nipple, pinching it lightly. If the residuum of my body did not hurt so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the minuscule amount of water that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my belly, and the aching in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.

Slowly, Victor increases how hard he is sucking, how roughly he is handling me. It goes past the peak of pleasure and turns into painfulness. At last, he stops.

"That's better. Your eye look a bit brighter now and that pretty juicy hawkshaw is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining cock. Then he seeks out the sensible spot just below my tail that he burned during our last session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

"Now, now. I thought you liked being touched there."

The finger continues to rub over the burn, tormenting me. I whimper as quietly as I can.

When he starts pinching and pricking that sore area with his hook, I can not serve but try to tear away from him, even though I know good well that it is hopeless.

"netherworld, fairy boy, by the time you feel my rooster inside you, it'll be a relief, won't it ? Maybe you'll even enjoy it. Jimmy won't like that, but I sure would. Maybe I'll make certain you enjoy it. How'd you like Jimmy to determine you come while I'm screw you ?"

"That vould not be too bad, boilers suit,"I inform him as blithely as I can manage."Perhaps you vould then like to vatch me come vith Jimmy inside me ? Or me inside Jimmy ?"

He laughs."You are an hideous little fornicatress, aren't you ?"

"I have been called vorse things."

"Yeah, I imagine you have, at that."He actually chuckles before he continues."I'm just having so often fun with you these daytime. Maybe I'll proceed you alive a niggling longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a piddling encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How very much is your life worth to you ?"

"Not enough to expend it vith a fauna like you."

"Now, now, that's not very friendly."

"Shove it up your ass !"is my decidedly uncongenial retort.

"What's the thing ? Run out of German torment ?"I just scowled."In any case, I'd rather shove it up your ass, fairy boy."

But instead of looking at me as he says that, his oculus playground slide upwards to one of the monitors, watching for Logan's reaction. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not translate why. Now I think I know.

He does not trust me. He does not even manage about me. I am only a pawn in the plot he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the reply !"You love Jimmy,"I res publica flatly.

"What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ You love Jimmy.'”

"You're crazy."

"Nein. In your own tvisted vay, you love him."

"You've seen the things I do to him. That's not love."

"It is the merely kind of love you know."I let him think about that a minute."That is vhy you hate me so. jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, sprite boy."

"You think if you kill me, you vill have him for yourself. But you vill not. He vill only hate you all the more."

"Shut up, you little shit ! I'm warning you -"

"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to kill me."

"I never said that. Maybe I'll let you live, after I'm finished screw you. Maybe I'll enjoy it so much that I'll keep you both alive."

"Nein. You vill not dare. The longer Jimmy sees vhat you're doing to me, the more he vill detest you."

"Maybe I'll decide to let you go, if he promises to stay with me. What do you say to that, smartass ?"

"You vill not let me go, although you might try to make up him call back you have done so. You vill kill me regardless."

"Now why would I do that, if I got what you think I want so much ?"

"Because as long as I am alive, there is a fortune he might find that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not fend the idea that jemmy loves me far more than he could possibly be intimate you."

He places his hand flat on my venter."You'd better stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want prize to hear you scream some more."

This is not what I wanted."It does not really count how loudly I scream. jemmy vill still not fuck you."I meet his eyes directly, hoping my side by side challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to fuck me, because you might happen out you like it. Do you reckon I have not noticed how heavy you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me skilful than you like screwing Jimmy."

But I am getting to him now. I force a lewd grinning to my lips.

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill stool jemmy jealous, seeing you fuck someone else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely glowing eyes at him, giving him an arrogant glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so attend up on Jimmy that you are not up to of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

"You'd better just shut your sassing, you damn Hun. You're only getting yourself in deeper."

"better men than you have told me to shut my sass, Victor."I smile again."But I never learn."

Mount Logan interrupts us."Kurt, lay off it ! You don't know what you're doin'!"

I do not take my eyes off of my tormentor."Oh yes, I know exactly vhat I am doing. I am telling this Schweinhund the truth."Again I spit a few of my choicer German epithets into his face.

"Victor, don't listen to him ! Please ! He doesn't mean it ! You've driven him gaga !"

Desperate to keep Mount Logan from interfering any boost, I add one more ferocious ‘ curse word ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane rage on victor's face that I have won. He literally rips off his own pants. He is going to fuck me, and he is going to do it now. Good. That is what I want. Do not imagine about it anymore, you overgrown dickhead. Just do it !

He adjusts the mesa, much as he did once before, dropping the part with my tush downwards so that my ass is at the bound, and my branch are set sharply.

"Makes it light for me to get in existent deep, from this angle."He steps between my stifle, holding up his dick for me to see."If you're in such a hurry for this, poof boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"

Despite what some men may need to think, no penis is a weapon of volume devastation. However, almost any member can become a weapon of variety, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and buddy-buddy than convention. This is clearly what Victor intends.

I close my eyes and try to sack my mind in order to focus on the floating cloud speculation that helped so practically when Mount Logan fisted me. But victor will not allow me this escape.

"Open your optic, babe. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my head.

"outdoors them, dammit ! Or you'll get my clenched fist instead of my hammer !"

I surrender to that demand.

"That's better. Lovely ! Now maintain them that way."

As he did with the butt plug, he simply shoves his cock into me in one hard thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerk of his pelvis.

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not stay fresh tranquility, nor can I finish struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a person can nominate to utter both pleasance or pain. I learned a few new ones from Victor Creed.

"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you, you blue opus of hoot ?"he says between grunts."Gon na force it in so far that it rips your guts apart, poof boy."

He could almost make full on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep my nous on what I must do, but I have to take it for a fiddling while prospicient. I want all of him inside me, in society to be sure as shooting.

Then he hits a position that turns the nuisance into agony.

"That's it, boy ! Take it all the way ! Oh, yeah ! ! !"

The import I feel his balls slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the full intent of taking it along and leaving the rest of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the room, and take in that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any doubt, the shriek and cursing that reaches me even through the closed threshold would get convinced me. If there is a bomb calorimeter that will go off when I teleport, that should happen at any second. I hold my breath and pray. The only matter I hear is a soft"poof ”. No bomb, but only the same gas that he used to capture us ! I continue to keep my breath.

Now I must hope that my conclusions about Mount Logan being in this same edifice are correct. If not, once Victor gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be able to come in after me. Or worse : if I am wrong and there is another edifice, he may explode the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left and to the right. There is zero but a little corridor, with one door on the face opposite to mine and one room access next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must find Mount Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a track of pedigree behind me. There is only so much time left before I have to breathe, or before I collapse from personnel casualty of blood, for I know some of that line is mine.

The room access on the other side of the vestibule is ajar, revealing obvious living quarters but no windows. The room access at the end is locked.

I can finger the pressure in my lungs, as I run to try the doorway next to mine. It is also locked. Could it really be that unproblematic ? Was Mount Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the room access to the exterior, and Mount Logan is behind the early doorway ? Judging by the layout, it is more potential this door, but I am far from being certain.

If this is indeed where he is being held, I know what it looks like inside and can safely teleport. If not - Well, if not, it does not matter. If master catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One door or the other, I must act.

I picture the inside of the room, visualizing the layout and picking what should be a safe spot. I cross myself and teleport.

And recover myself right following to Logan ! His eyes burn up wide with surprise and hope, as I wrap my arms around him.

We are gone, to reappear immediately just beyond the outside doorway and clear of any obstacles. As I search for my adjacent destination, we both suck in a welcome breath of air. He seems a bit groggy, as if he has inhaled at to the lowest degree one lungful of the gas.

There is an assailable field, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be thick hobo camp. All right, the far end of the helipad is the best I can safely get by.

As soon as we are there, I scan the hobo camp. I can not see very far through the botany, but I can see an hatchway under one of the larger trees, so I take us there. In this fashion, I teleport us several more than metre. Each meter, I grow weaker, sicker, and more exhausted.

Finally I have to stop. My knees go decrepit. Mount Logan wraps an arm around my waist to support me as I collapse to the ground.

"Kurt, are you OK ? There's origin runnin'down your legs."

"Some of it - is not mine. But some of it might be."

"You don't mean - ?"

"Ja. I vas not even surely I could do such a thing, but apparently I can. It serves him right."I smile up at him, before I gag and suppress the urge to vomit, as I realize what I have to do next."Logan, you must help -"

This prison term he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as careful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and split off a inadequate bit."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your dentition to do any Sir Thomas More damage to your mouth. Now, push as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the marijuana cigarette as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me advance with his fingerbreadth in order of magnitude to get a clutches on the ragged and charge shape of master's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a shrieking and push button again as he pulls it out, but I do not move. I lie there, shaking and crying with the nuisance and the accumulated jounce of what has happened over the last few days, not even looking as Logan tosses the clay into the bushes around us.

"Shit !"he curses, wiping his helping hand off on a fallen log."I know I split ya clear again. I just hope there's no worse damage deep interior. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can rule something to contain the bleeding."

I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely certain there is Sir Thomas More price, because I feel much bad than I should, even after teleporting the two of us repeatedly and rapidly. I am entirely exhausted and hurting badly, but he does not demand to know about that.

He is back in a moment.

"Here, I've got a smattering of wanderer web. That should help. Best I can do, under the circumstance. With us both naked like this, I can't even rip up a shirt or something."

I nod."Just - make sure as shooting - the spider is not - still in it."

"No jokes. Not now."I feel him disseminate my buttocks and pack the gentle, sticky substance against and partly into my anus."Promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to promise that, you must first form sure you never do anything to deserve it."

"No worries on that score, Elf."

"Victor - he vill grow it back ?"

"Yeah. It may take a few hours and it will spite a lot, but he will. Don't lose any sleep over him."

"Ve must get avay from here."

"We will, darlin ’. We will. Let me get these tinker's dam needles out of you first. That is, unless you've become attached to your lovely ‘ palm'by now and would like to save wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the duration of my tail, quickly pulling out the phonograph needle and tossing them away, then working on the I in my penis. The live one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than I had expected. A bead of rake well up, but Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a minuscule and smile through clenched teeth.

He glances around, trying to get his heading."OK, we've got ta be far from here before Victor recovers enough to come lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which management did we come from ? I lost course after the first jump."

"About two km, I think."I prop myself up a bit and look around, then point.

Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the opposite direction. Put your arms around my cervix, I'm gon na express you."

"I can -"

"No, ya can't. Do as I say."

As he lifts me in his arms, a sharp spasm split through my guts. I cry out, get hold of his neck opening even harder, and then cash in one's chips out.

After that I have no consistent storage of what happened for the farseeing part of our trek through the hobo camp. I suspect I was unconscious much of the clock time, with fleeting instalment of half-consciousness mixed in.

The future thing I am trusted of is hearing Logan's voice. It seems to come from far away, but with each repeating it gets louder.

"Kurt ! Elf ! ! C'mon, darlin'! I need you here ! Kurt, please ! !"

His words penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rain forest with me in his unflagging arms. At first I try to discount the upset. I am so comfortable here. No hurting, no fear, just a fog of nullity. But the vocalization is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A sharp spasm of pain parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes overt and my mind back into on the qui vive. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety device, but the verdure still surrounds us. blear-eyed and confused, I realize we are on the bank of a wide stretchiness of water.

"I'm sorry, darlin ’, but I got ta try to see where we are and figure out if we need to cross this river or not. I'm gon na have to set you down so I can climb one of these trees, and I don't want ya lyin'here unconscious and vulnerable. Do ya infer me ?"

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly bland spot of ground at the root of a tree diagram. The proboscis is so wide that both Mount Logan and I holding hands could not easily encircle it. There are no subdivision blue than about 50 meters.

"You should be OK here, but could you ‘ port up to one of those branches if you had to ?"he asks.

He is covered with deletion and weal from louse collation, in varying stages of healing. For the subject of that, so am I. But that is the to the lowest degree of my headache. My gut aching, I am weak as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly thirsty, not to mention shaking with cold, despite the eminent temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not help to point that out to Logan. He may throw guessed, but if he has not, I will leave him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

I look up at the branches, forcing my creative thinker to center."Ja, I can get up there if I must. Go,"I urge him.

Extending his blade, he literally claws his way up the proboscis until he reaches the lowest arm, then is quickly lost to spy in the thickset foliage. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the possibility that Victor is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible danger that may tarry in a jungle such as this. decease follows all too easily in the wake of carelessness in such an environment.

It is not long before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree proboscis in his hurry to accomplish the ground. fervor and relief mingle on his face as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the tip of edifice in a glade. Even if it's only a village or Plantation, all we need is a phone or receiving set to reach the Mansion and get help. But we'll have to hybridize this river to get there. It's too inscrutable for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the strength to ‘ port wine us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swimming ?"

swim is not easy for him, as his adamantium-laced skeleton makes it difficult enough for him to stay afloat, much less tow individual else. But I know he will do it if there is no other selection.

By now, he has again lifted me in his weapon system. I gaze across the river, the glare of spark from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The length appears to be approximately three kilometers. I can see what looks like a light stretch of Baroness Dudevant on the far side of meat, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am weak and sick.

"I think I can do it, but can not be sure,"I admit.

He makes an attempt to smile, adding a sardonic snort."Sami matter I'd say about my power to swim across, darlin ’."

"Vell, since my vay is easier and faster, let us try that first."

I give him no metre to disaccord. Wrapping my coat of arms tighter around his neck, I take us away from our present position.

Vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that cold and empty place that is so conversant to me. I feel faint, with inkiness ending in on my visual modality. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own realism !

Then we are sprawling in the sand on the far side of the river, so perilously close to a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that I could reach out and touch it. Logan's face is distinctly green. My stomach doesn't feel too adept either.

"Rough stumble and a sloppy landing,"he says with an exploit at a indisposed grin."But any landing you can walk away from -"

"—is a in force one,"I finish for him, trying to return his smiling but hoping I will not hurl up instead."I am horribly hungry. Do you think it vould be secure to drink from the river ?"

"Safe for me. I'm not sure about you. I know you're not feelin'too right and I don't want to make you worse."

"Dehydration may be a greater endangerment to me than the water, right now. I vill take away the chance, if you vill help me."I try to rise, but can get no promote than propping myself up on one elbow before my drumhead starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Mount Logan scoops up as much water as he can hold in the palm of his helping hand and holds it to my lips. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to facilitate. After a few Sir Thomas More inadequate handfuls, he shakes his chief."No Thomas More right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. Give it a few hour and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing water system. The sun sink behind the trees on the far position. Darkness will be here soon.

"How long have ve been out here, mein Schatz ?"

"I figure we escaped not long after break of the day, so that would make it the outstanding part of a day so far."

"Victor could be following us by now, nicht wahr ?"

"Yes. If he can bump our smell to begin with, he'll be on our trail."

"And he vill be madder than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

quiet falls over us again. The urine sits heavy in my belly, but shows no very mark of coming up. I place one helping hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels hard as a board. Not unspoilt at all. I force harder, but stop because it hurts too much.

"Elf, what did ya do that for ? You sure you're not losin'it ?"

"I am merely confirming the diagnosing I have made for myself. That is all."

"I don't need to ask you for your conclusion. If you've decided that you're not in very good anatomy, you're right. I can pick up that much from your aroma,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

"How about a little Sir Thomas More to drink ?"I ask."Then ve can be on our vay."

A few more handful of water system and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a lowly child. Now, at endure, I can stop fighting the weakness and relax. My drumhead lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting darkness of obliviousness holds me in its branch and I know nothing more.



When I begin to occur to again, I have not even the strong suit to open my centre at number 1. I can tell I am lying on a heavy embroider surface. Please God, we are not back in Victor's workforce ! !

Voices echo through my head, a foreign language - Spanish ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in Brazil then ? That would explain the rainforest and the language. As I listen, I find that my rudimentary knowledge of Spanish people allows me to make up out many of the wrangle.

Through the daze of fever and pain, I feel something closely around my arm, followed by the diminished pang of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A aesculapian adroitness. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my heart. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two strange women, one of whom continues to look for a vein in my dehydrated body.

whacking dry lips, I try to speak."Bufo marinus, Senhorita ?"I ask, interpreter cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. Right away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her phone call out,"Senhor Mount Logan ! viewing up. Your friend is awake !"

I follow her with my eyes and find Logan sprawled out on a cot over by the paries. I was not really worried about him, but it is still good to see him active and well.

The charwoman returns quickly and holds a Methedrine of water supply to my lips, helping me hold my drumhead up enough to rent a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

By now, Logan is standing beside me. He reaches for my hand, taking it to his mouth and, much to my astonishment, kissing it.

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill live. I think."

His headache breaks into a broad smile."Ya damn well better, after all the effort I went to luggin'yer carcase through the jungle."

"Ha. Ha,"I retort."I vould laugh for material, but it vould hurt too much."

He becomes serious."I know, darlin ’. But the Blackbird will be here any minute now to peck us up. Hang in there."

"I vill,"I assure him.

The adult female has at last gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my veins. Whatever it is, it hits me truehearted. I recognize the touch sensation as my head begins to feel unhorse and my consciousness fades.

"Logan -"

"Don't fight it, Elf. I'll look out for ya. You know that."

I try to smile, but am not sure enough if I succeed or not before I pass out.



AFTERMATH

I have just crossed the lawn and started into the woods when I hear running stride behind me. Alarmed, I start to reverse but then Logan's voice calls out,"Kurt ! Wait up !"

Of course of study, I wait.

"What are ya doin'out of the hospital, darlin ’,"he demands, as soon as he gets to me.

"I'm healing vell from the OR and the infection is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not take to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some fall workout vould be good for me, so I am taking a valk."

"And ya didn't even invite me along ?"

"It is so early, I vas sure you vould still be asleep and I did not vish to touch you. Why are you up at this 60 minutes anyvay ?"

"I ain't been sleepin'so good lately. Too many dreams."

He looks rather dejected, so I stroke the side of his face gently with the tip of my tail end."I vill be there tonight, mein Schatz."

He brightens up at that intellection."You're really OK then ?"

"Ja."Seeing the glimmer in his eyes, I add quickly,"Vell, maybe not quite that OK. Hank says no anal sex for a full long vhile. And nothing too boisterous even then."

He captures the flatten end of my nates, which is hovering in his vicinity, and kisses the underside."That still leaves us many opening, darlin ’."

"Ja, it does indeed."

"Maybe we should go back right now and -"He leaves the rest hanging.

"I have been lying in bed in the infirmary for over three veeks. Right now, I feel the need to move around in the newly air and temperateness again."

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in silence. The honey oil of the foliage and President George W. Bush surrounding me seems brighter than usual and the diverseness of nature joy my eye, after staring at the beige wall of the infirmary for so long.

"Are we going someplace in particular or just walkin'?"

"Ve are going to my favorite spot down by the shoring of the lake."

"Isn't that sort of far away for your first walk of life ?"

"Not if ve cheat a little."I grab him and ‘ porthole us both a duet of air mile closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Logan ? You look a little green around the gulls."

"You know I hate to be teleported, Elf. And that's supposed to be ‘ branchia ’, not ‘ gulls ’."

I give him a puzzle feeling."Who cares ? It makes no more sensation one vay or the other."

I am mostly just teasing him, to hold his intellect off the momentary nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my hand in his and pull him along."Come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the tree. It is beautiful ahead of time in the forenoon. Besides, you vere beaming enough to be ‘ ported avay from winner's grasp, vere you not ?"

"Yeah. Uh - that reminds me. Darlin, we have to talk."

"Isn't that supposed to be my line ?"I say lightly.



"I'm bein'serious, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to give you some metre to recuperate first."

"Vell, I am now recovered. Vhat is it you vould like to know ?"

"Are ya mad at me for screwin'around with superior while I was gone ?"

"That depends. Are you mad at me for screwing around with Storm and Mystique, vhile you vere gone ?"

"No. Surprised maybe, especially about Mystique. Not angry. After all, we've always said we had an undecided relationship, haven't we ?"

"Then you have my resolution already. Surprised, ja. Angry, nein."

"commodity. I just needed to make sure there was no mistaking between us about what happened."

"There is not. But I vish you had told me about it sooner, so I vould have known before Victor told me."

"I was still trying to suck all the matter he had told me about my yesteryear. I woulda told ya after I'd gotten it all straightened out. Like I said, the right time just never seemed to come."

"I believe you."I could differentiate there was more bothering him than just that."Vhat is it you are not saying, even now ?"

"I - well, it wasn't just that I had sex with him. That's not the worst of it. The forged is that I loved it. I loved it so a great deal that I spent an entire calendar month with him, and almost made it the remainder of my sprightliness. Yet it was awing. Brutal and vicious and bloody."

"I can imagine."

"But something about it was - how can I discover it so that you'll understand ? It was very satisfying in some elbow room. I didn't have to be careful not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that make sense ?"

"Yes, actually, it does."Of track he would enjoy it with a partner who is not so fragile as I am, so easily damaged if he loses control. With another mutation who heals as he does, he could let himself go, do what he really wants to do. I can never give him that.

I take a breath, as I prepare to ask a enquiry of my own, aware that I may not like the answer."How a good deal vere you tempted to stay vith him ?"

"I - uh - Very much. I very nearly did. I'm sorry, Elf, but I'd be lyin'if I said otherwise."

"I understand, and I prefer truth to lie. So vhy did you not stay ?"

"For one matter, all the hooey he told me about what we had done together when we were younger - Well, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the wars, the fight and killing. I dunno. After the war were over, the humans wasn't a all lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to live like that, and I knew I would experience to, if I stayed with Victor."

"Then vhy did you remain there so long ? Other than the sex, that is."

"I guess I wanted to see out as very much about my past times as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his hands, as if to ward off my next word before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stunned and I'm sorry."

"So am I,"I retort."But there's no use crying over spilt milk, is there ?"

"Hey, ya got that one right !"

"Ja. But at least I vas not the one who spilled the milk in the first station,"I remind him.

We both get a joke out of that.

"flavour, there is the lake just ahead of us."

We hurry the rest of the way through the trees. The urine sparkles in the early sunrise sun, as a get off breeze omission over the surface. I drink in the expanse of gamey, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my mortal would wither and die if I did not have such beauty to bet upon now and then. Yes, nature is cruel and unaffectionate, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are intend to take in. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this Tree and be comfortable. I just happen to have got a couple of granola bars in my pocket, the chocolatey I you like so much. Want one ?"

"Ja. I am a bit tired out from the valk, after being in bed for so long."I settle future to him, leaning my pass on his shoulder as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nibble on it, wanting to make the appreciation last as long as possible. Logan devours his in three bites. He seems somewhat tense up as we sit together, staring across the lake.

"Uh - Elf ? There was more I wanted to enjoin you, beyond what I've said already."

I wince, not certainly if there is any more he can say that I truly want to have a go at it. But I am the one who places so much importance on honesty and openness, so I can not refuse."Go on."

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that meter I thought about you sleeping in my arms just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't Tell you was that it happened while I was lying next to master, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nothing but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my psyche. The next morning I told him I was leaving."

I almost burst out laughing, mostly from rilievo."And you expect that to bother me ?"

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me palpate better."

"Sometimes I just don't understand you, Kurt."

"It is simple. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even More than vith me most of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my script to break him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to return to me. Vhat more could I vant ?"

"fountainhead, when ya put it that way, I suppose it makes sense."

"Of course it does. If there vere no temptation to quell there, nothing but the wilderness and your fear for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of great value to you in order to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

"I do not recall so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly perplex flavor on me."I do not vant you to find that you must alvays be the one to delivery and protect me. I am not lost. I may not be so strong and tough as you are, but I can hold my own."

"darn, Elf ! Ya didn't just hold your own. You rescued me. Do you cogitate I didn't notice that ?"

"So ve vill not any longer be hearing about how vorried you are that I am in danger just because ve are together ?"

He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past tense experience with lover, at to the lowest degree as practically as I can remember, isn't exactly reassuring."

"I am not one of your yesteryear devotee. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible Nightcrawler, call back ?"

"Yeah. How could I forget ?"He leans around to osculate me gruelling and long. As usual, he ends up with blood on his sass from pressing too hard against my shrill teeth. He rubs it absently away with the back of one hand, then stares intently at that hand.

"Mount Logan ?"I ask, puzzled at the strange look that crosses his face.

He gives me that shit-eating grin."How would the Incredible Amazing wiggler like to blow me ?"

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. Suck me off. Or if you'd prefer to be take to, perform the act of fellatio on me."

"I know vhat you mean. It is just that no one, including you, has ever asked that of me before. Or at least not after I smile at them and they see vhat my teeth look like."

Suiting action to watchword, I give him an exaggerated smiling, then turn my drumhead away."There, you see ? No man in his rightfield mind vould put his member into my mouth, not even Victor. You have never done more than occasionally control yours up to my lip vhen you are ready, so I can tope your cum."

I lick my lips at the thought process, recalling the feeling and the gustation of him.

"Yeah, Elf, I know. But you'd like ta do more, wouldn't ya ?"

"I vould. But I vould not like to accidentally rip up vhat is euphemistically called your manhood. Or even vorse -"I grin evilly and chomp my teeth together with an hearable clicking noise"—make it necessity for you to re-grow said manhood, as victor doubtless had to."

"Ya wouldn't do that to me, and I know it."

"Not deliberately, no. But in the rut of warmth -"

I leave that suspension as I start to stand up. He grabs my tail and pulls me back down.

"Ach, you know I hate it vhen you do that !"I protest.

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and hear me out, huh ?"His mitt is still around my hind end. He slides his finger's breadth a footling way along my can until they are at the situation where it joins my body, then reaches down for that medium spot and massages it gently. The tan that master inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible mark. But I must put that behind me, and simply admit the pleasure that I feel.

I do not have to fit in to stay where I am. I know my withdrawn breath and the glow that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.

"Open your backtalk as wide as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the best you can do ?"

I nod, my mouth still stretched spread out. It is painfully ostensible that the temporomandibular joints where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexible as nigh of the relaxation of my joints.

He sticks his forefinger between my teeth."Here. Suck on this and let me see what happens."

I can do that and still keep my teeth clearly of his finger.

"OK. Now try my thumb."

I would object that his ovolo is not so large around as his erect penis, but I can not mouth with my mouthpiece full.

"dungeon suckin ’. I want to try something."

The helping hand that was on my tail move around to the front to reach down into my sweatpants and take clutches of my cock. As my body reacts to this, my oral fissure closes slightly before I can stop it. I taste roue. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to pass off. You've got ta pay Sir Thomas More attending to what you're doing and to a lesser extent to what I'm doing, that's all."

I am tempted to nod my understanding, but that might well make more bloodshed.

He leaves his pollex in my mouth, which is just as well, because I am starting to savor sucking on it, even if I am doing so rather gingerly.

I let my optic close, imagining I have something more matter to between my backtalk, wondering how it would feel.

His hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingerbreadth pinch one of my nipple sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my dentition. No parentage this time.

"That's it, darlin ’. You're learnin ’."

He is now rubbing his cauterise thenar over the tip of my pap. I refuse to be distracted from my job, even though my prick is getting hard and my rear end is twitching with delight.

"Ya can let go of my ovolo now, darlin ’,"he says, his spokesperson harsher and his ventilation more ragged. I know what that means."Want me to lie down for ya ?"

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lips give a short upwards quirk as he rises to his human foot."You're a unknown one, Elf."

"I know."

"I should be on my articulatio genus to you. You're the one who saved our lives."

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall address it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his stifle slightly and leans back against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his second joint, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the fabric. His blockheaded pubic haircloth obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to draw back as he becomes ingurgitate. I can smell the device characteristic odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost fix to come before I take him, since I do not gestate to be able to keep on my backtalk exposed as wide of the mark as will be necessary for a long time.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels unlike somehow. Around us, the birds and the louse sing their songs, and the slender imbrication of the wafture on the shoring keep time. The air brings forth a rustle of leaves from the tree disk overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's dead body from my new vantage point, my finger's breadth teasing his scape with patrician cutaneous senses, soon changing into a unfluctuating stroke as they combine to give him within a fist. His hip begin to move in sentence with my speech rhythm and he groans.

I lick the mind of his penis, swirling my tongue around the sensible corposant, then add my brim, sucking his dent. How often have I taken this wondrous contribution of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smolders mystifying inside me ? And yet, how fragile a affair it is, to be capable to cause such joy.

In a quick flash of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘ embrasure while taking Victor's cock along inside me. Yes, all too delicate, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the remembering. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no former choice.

Mount Logan's body is strain and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum form at his slit and lap it off, just as I open my mouth to take him in, my sassing pulled down as far as I can to pass over my savage teeth. As I suspected, it is not well-fixed for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to have him any damage, but only hold him pleasure.

He pushes deeper into my sassing, tentatively at first, then with more trust as he meets with no pain. As he hits the back of my throat, I can not suppress a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to oblige him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the aching in my jaws.

"O god, Elf, that feels so fuckin'good,"I hear him say above me."So blasted fuckin'good."

A thrill runs through me at his actor's line, and I try unvoiced to pig his stopcock fully. But it is difficult, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to espouse the musical rhythm of his poking as well as I can. His hand touches the backrest of my heading, but he does not try to coerce me closer, as surely must be his pulsation. He just holds my hair and muttering,"So expert, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to take a breather around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep open my mouth as panoptic open. I feel him skin one of my lower teeth and appreciation blood, but it does not look to bother Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

With a guttural growl, he pushes forward difficult and holds there for an instant, his body trembling as his cum spurts into my throat. I gag, but I also swallow. A few more short jab and I have taken all he has to give.

An incongruous image New York minute across my head : kneeling at the altar rail as the priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this thought profanation - or just a different pattern of holiness ? At one and the Same fourth dimension, I beg my God for forgiveness and offering thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

Then my sassing is empty and Logan is kneeling in figurehead of me, hugging me faithful against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

His helping hand unfasten my whang, as I realize I have a hard and aching hard-on. Barely do I experience the warm breeze on my freed stopcock, followed by the jot of his hand on the sensitive pulp than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Logan raises his hand to his lips and sucks the slick clump of seed into his mouth, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our tongue intertwine. I have always thought that to be a disgusting thing to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep sharing between us.

We break apart, and he pulls me down to lie with my header on his arm in the cool grass.

"Not bad for your showtime try, Elf. Not bad at all."

"I do not consider that vill ever become my low gear choice for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"Hurts, huh ?"

"Ja."I wiggle my jaw from side to side experimentally."I vish I vere like a snake, and could dislocate my jaws in order to svallow tumid objects."

"Just be glad ya never had to return Victor a blast job, darlin ’."

I must cause looked horrified at that, as he added hastily,"I was only makin'a antic. Relax."

But already the image has flashed across my mind of Victor's bridge player tearing through Logan's gut, and his scream of pain anchor ring through my head.

"storage area me, Mount Logan,"I beg through trembling lips.

As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my fountainhead on his thorax, his arms clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

"Here."He takes my hired man and leads it to his abdominal cavity."I want ya to feel it, not just say you know. All OK. See ?"

"Ja."I take a deeply breath and relax a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

"Ya won't lose me, ya dumb Kraut,"he says, ruffling my hair."I don't get lost promiscuous, unless I want to."

"You called me a dumb Kraut."

"Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I ? Sorry. It was all that German cussin'you did to victor, I guess."

"Could you understand any of it ?"

He laughs."Ya think I didn't learn nearly of the dirty Good Book first, darlin'? I will admit to being a bit fuddle about the Allium cepa and the chandelier though."

Now it is my turn to laugh. As our laughter dies away, I prop myself up on my articulatio cubiti and look down into his face.

"So maybe now ve get a luck to live happily ever after, mein Schatz ?"

"I wouldn't numeration on it, darlin ’. I wouldn't counting on it."




High German Translation HELL HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! honey God !

Bitte, winner, nein ! Please, master, no !

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like blaze !

Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn ! Go to hell, you son of a whore !

Scheisse ! Irish bull !

Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !
You are the trash of the dry land !

Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !
You smutty beast ! You piece of manure !

Schatz, verstehst du ? Darling/Sweetheart, do you understand ?

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

Geh zum Teufel, Arschgesicht ! Go to the devil, ass-face !

Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln ! Darling ! Don't despair !






GERMAN version. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No Thomas More ! stay !

Drecksau ! Du sollst in einem Kronleuchter verwandelt werden, so dass du von Tag zu hängen und verbrennen bei Nacht !

Filthy pig ! You should turn into a chandelier, so you can hang during the day and burn by nighttime !

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
tinker's dam ! The deuce deal you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! lousy creature !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

lusterlessness !
stoppage ! ( Japanese warriorlike arts terminus which has been established in a old story that they both understand. )

Hab ‘ nen design ! I have a plan !
( Colloquilism for"Ich habe einen Plan.")

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

Agua Spanish people for weewee



High German version AFTERMATH

mein Schatz my darling/sweetheart ( literally : my treasure )

Was ist los ? What's faulty ?

Scheisse ! Shit !

Ich will dich nicht verlieren.I do not desire to recede you.

Vas ? What ?



account ARC - In Order

Something a fiddling Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With goose egg on My lingua
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No delirium