Hell Hath No Fury. . .
Anal, Bdsm, Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Oral-Sex, ToysThis is the one-fifth story of a much foresighted story arc, which is best read in the order of magnitude of the List at the end.
Translation of German wrangle or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context.
HELL HATH NO violence. ..
With many thanks to Stefani, who not only proofread my German, but also comes up with helpful comments and suggestions. Vielen Dank, meine Freundin !
PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?
If this had been a fairytale, we should by rights have reached the share where Mount Logan and I would exist happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my creative thinker and I open my middle, I get the idea that is not what is going to happen.
survive matter I can remember, we were sitting at our common board at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to purchase order another half dozen beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been goosey enough to hire him up on one of his bets again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )
In any case, there was a subdued"poove"and the air was filled with a thick, choking cloud of some kind of gas. Before I could even snap up Logan and teleport us outside, the world was already going black around the edges and the floor was coming up to meet me fast.
HELL HATH NO wildness
Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes candid. I am in a small-scale room with bright light source, bleak Patrick White bulwark, no Windows,
and only one door. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the paries, looking at a information processing system screen. Above his head there are six large monitors, which are all lacuna. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and quiet in order to evaluate my situation.
I am lying on my dorsum on a firm but padded aerofoil. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally naked, with some sort of restraints around my wrist and ankles, which hold my hands down by my English and my legs straight but slightly spread apart. My can is pulled down between my legs, with something clamped around the narrowest part, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something stiff and unvoiced fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those gimmick that prevent mutation from using their mightiness ! I try very slowly to call forth my mind, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the device does not encircle my stallion neck opening, 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 bring in I can easily teleport out of such restraints. Perhaps he does not even pull in I can teleport at all. That would be prissy. I could be free in an split second, either way.
Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now cognizant of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no idea what is behind any of these rampart. If that one door is locked in such a way that I can not open it from the interior, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am bequeath to teleport blind and get my hazard. Not a good bet, even under the good of circumstances.
And where is Logan ? What has been done with him ? That idea is enough to institutionalize a stab of fear through me. Has he been captured also ? Or is it just me ? Has Logan perhaps already been killed somehow ?
The man at the computing device turns around. I have never seen him before and have no approximation who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious muscles, dark hair, gloomy oculus. He even has the Lapplander kind of extravagant side-whiskers that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit inadequate than Logan's. His hair is also unforesightful, and it has begun to recede slightly at his synagogue. His face is more squared off, with expectant jowls. His nose is straight, but prominent.
He grins at me, which is not a pretty great deal. 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 pull in that teleporting might be a fault, since you can't get out of this room like that without taking a big risk. Smart boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to dumbfound you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, think 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 prevent a mutant from using his powerfulness, aren't you ? The answer is simple-minded : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that most of them work some of the time, and some of them work about of the time, but they don't all work all of the time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this aversion to the damn things. I'd rather do it the demode way and figure out how to capture and hold the special mutant, or mutant, that I'm after. Makes for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"
"Uh - yes, I guess so."
He gives me that tight smile again and his phonation turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the rules of this game, so take heed carefully."
"Just tell me vhere Logan is,"I interrupt.
"As it happens, I can do better than that. I can show you."
He raises one script and point in time a remote control condition device toward the blank monitoring device. All six screens come to life, showing me images of Logan from different Angle and at varying distance. He is standing rout and utter naked in the heart of what looks very very much like a duplication of this room, held in space by a curiously-designed organisation of heavy control and alloy BAR. He is bleeding from numerous cut of meat and slice and assorted other wounding, but they are clearly in the summons of healing. His chief sags forward on his chest.
"Logan !"I shout.
"Save your breath, baby. He can't hear you. The TV is on both ways, but the sound'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 clicks again."That will save me from having to tell the rules over again to him."
Logan is obviously conscious, since he raises his drumhead and looks around as he hears our voices. I can see his lips move.
"Forget it, jimmy. We can't pick up you."
For a consequence, Mount Logan and I stare at each other's range in the proctor.
"It's rather a dainty speck that he's paste out into a neat X like that, don't you think ? Quite seize, considering.
"I gave a lot of thought to designing constraint that would hold jimmy, since his claws can cut through shucks near everything. However, even if he can carry them, he can't get loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would possess been easy enough to simply secure his forearms and manus back flat tire against a paries, so that he couldn't use his chela to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a positioning that gave me approach to his body from all directions, not just the front. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metal restraints that enclose his arms from above his articulatio cubiti to the conclusion of his outspread fingers, you'll observation that his claws, if he bothers to draw out them, would angle slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the upright bar in the middle that runs up to the cap supporters. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to abide that way. I could let his toes touch, or even allow him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short strand connecting the cuffs around his ankles to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be capable to pass on far enough to recoil me. On the other hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.
"Just be glad I decided against stringing you up that way, blue boy. Over time, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a nice padded mesa. Now pay aid, both of you, and listen to how it's going to be."
After a quick glance in Logan's direction, he turns back to me.
"Just like I know jemmy's power well enough to design that system, I've also made it my business to watch the boundary of your teleporting power. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the eye of nowhere and there aren't very many subject spaces in the expanse around it outside. I made sure you didn't see anything when I brought you in, so you don't know the layout of this building or its environs. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very standardized building, far enough away so that it's out of optic range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might notice it eventually, but that would take time, more clock time than you could afford.
"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a bomb in each building, and I can detonate either or both of them from a ascendence panel in both edifice, if I choose to do so. In the other room, there's an incendiary bomb mounted beneath the floor right under your swain and it's pretty powerful. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many objet d'art of flaming body parts that you wouldn't know what to rescue even if you somehow managed to get into the room.
"You hear that, jimmy ? If I want to, I can blow up your niggling pal here. draw me too tempestuous and I may just do that, if only so I can see the look on your human face when I do."
Our captor favour me with a gloating grin.
"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken extra care with you. There are detector in your restraints that will react to your sudden absence by detonating the bomb calorimeter in both buildings. You might pull through your own life-time by trying to teleport completely out of this edifice, 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 back all this in thinker if you are tempted to go, shall I say, uncooperative during the course of study of your stay in my humble abode."
He laughs as Logan and I stare at each former in obvious dismay.
He sounds disgustingly self-satisfied and sure of himself as he tells us all this. I say nothing, hoping he will let slip something that could be utilitarian.
giving each of us a stern look, he goes on with his lecture, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you endeavour to escape and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to observe the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to realize Jimmy screech, so just imagine what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how much Jimmy would not delight seeing that. Got the picture show ?"
I nod.
"On the other hand, if both of you cooperate and do as you're told, affair don't have to get that bad. Think about it."
"jimmy ?"I finally ask.
"Oh, what's the matter ? Didn't he secernate you about me ? The way I caught up with him while he was up North and told him who he was ?"
I shook my head."He told me, but no details."
On the admonisher, I can see a look 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 matter, Jimmy ? Don't desire your petty Friend to get it on what went on between us ? Don't want him to know how we were screwing around together for over a month out there in the woods, and you loved it ?"
From the look on Logan's face, this man is telling the Sojourner Truth. I close my eyes and try to keep my stupor and hurt hidden.
"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His fingers grab my chin and turn my cheek toward him. He shakes his head as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be sort of cute, if not for those tooth. Let's have a closer feel, shall we ?"
He takes hold of my low-toned jaw and opens my sass, turning my head from one face to the other and surveying my dread mouthful of teeth. They are not my C. H. Best feature article and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his forefinger along the tops of my lower dentition. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse whose teeth are being examined to be trusted the animal is not older and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.
It only gets worse when he uses his thumb to sense along my top tooth. In addition to being very crooked, they are also quite piercing, especially the ones in the centre. He presses his ovolo down on the point of the precipitous one experimentally. I taste blood, and I know it is not mine.
"Ever give anyone a cock sucking ?"
"Vhat do you imagine ?"
"I think any man who would get his cock between those teeth is either very brave or very anserine. I'm no Sir Noel Pierce Coward, but I'm no fool either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to keep its integrity, boy."
I have had about enough of this."I am not a boy."
He gives a shortstop joke."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparability. But maybe you'd prefer a more specific nickname. jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."fountainhead, you don't flavour like an elf to me. You look more like a fairy, except for the color. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my trivial dreary fairy boy. You like that ?"
I shake my point vehemently.
"No ? Considering those teeth, maybe I ought to call you the tooth pouf instead."
I do not even dignify that with a reply.
"Nah, that would sound too silly. shot I'll stick to fairy boy."
"I have a name."
"I know. I just prefer to name you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my public figure's Victor. winner Creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's brother. fountainhead, half-brother. Same father, unlike mothers. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The Same healing element, but not such long claws."
He holds up a hand to show me the scant pointy slightly curved claws that serve him as fingernails. When I do not seem sufficiently impressed, he shows me how far he can lengthen them when he wishes. All right on, I am more impressed now.
"All cancel, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a look over his shoulder at the monitors, where Mount Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his restraints and screaming something I can not hear.
Victor goes over to a tabular array along the wall, picking up something I can not see and bringing it back over to me.
"I assume you're fellow with dildos, fairy boy. Probably very conversant. I find that this finicky one comes in rather useful for my purposes."He holds it up in forepart of me."It's pretty long and it increases in width more rapidly than most."
He is not exaggerating. Even I would not like to have this exceptional token inserted into me all the way.
"Nice, isn't it ? Joseph Black meth, cool and smooth. Should sense existent good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his former script to run the acuate baksheesh of his claws teasingly along the personal line of credit of the scar on my lower abdomen, 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 wild blue yonder and kind of on the boney side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A picture slight scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that jemmy's idea ?"
"virtually certainly not. I did that many years before I met him."
He runs the tip of one finger over the scars."You did that to yourself ?"
"Ja."
He narrows his centre slightly."All the rest of these too ?"He gestures at my body.
When I nod, he looks closer."Very full-strength and pretty. How did you make them arrive out so precise ? Scars can heal in sloppy way of life sometimes."
I shrug."On me, they are very reproducible, as long as I take guardianship vith the carving. Even scratch from injuries do not construct too often of a mess."
"Hmm. If you have the guts to slice up yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a slight, poove boy."He looks again at my pitiful bewildered prick, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get hard."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised putz like yours. Sir Thomas More to play with. And speaking of playing, let me show you a alone feature of this table you're lying on. Like Jimmy's constraint, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."
Much to my chagrin, I discover that the table is made so that my groundwork can be slid back and forth along the incline, restraints and all, then refastened wherever winner wants them. The restraints even adjust the slant while they move, so that the so of my base come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my genu bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my buns. It occurs to me to question what else this mesa 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 accessible than it was before.
"This'll be sluttish if you relax and enjoy it, child. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can take without incurring any good equipment casualty, in order to get a better melodic theme of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lubricator on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another vicious smile."Not just yet, anyway. You should really be grateful that I'm taking the clock time to do this. Don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be a lot fun, now would it ?"
As he presses the smaller tapered end of the dildo against my scuttle, I find myself at a loss for words, which is quite unusual for me. Probably just as well. A smart remark at this metre could be something I would regret later on.
He goes slowly, pushing in a footling, then backing up, twisting, moving the glass ray around, then edging further, retreating, advancing bit by bit. At this point, it feels adept and I know he is correct about relaxing. All rectify, I will cooperate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to quantify me in this way, it would be better to take him undervalue what I can accept, rather than overestimate it.
All the while he is doing this, he is talking, as if he enjoys the verbal anguish as much as the forcible. I have barely been able to get a word in edgewise, which is unusual for me.
"By the way, I recognized those hook marks on your rear, fairy boy. Jimmy may think you're his, but right now you're mine."
He goes on to say me how he tracked Logan to his encampment, leaving him to his own twist for a clock time, but keeping tabs on him from a length. Just when Logan began to tamp down up his things and hike back to the nearest town, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a small prospicient by offering to say him about his past.
"He's a patsy for anyone who says they can fulfill him in on what he's been and done. It was easy to convince him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was secernate the Truth well-nigh of the time and doorbell started ringing in his head. He was sword lily to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."
The password hurt much Thomas More than the dildo does, at this point in the proceedings. Much to my pity, my penis decides it just might enjoy the intuitive feeling, and I can evidence that my eyes are beginning to glow. Yes, they are surely glowing now, since he is staring at them. I turn my head as far away from his regard as I can and squeeze my optic closed. But this displeases Victor. He grabs my chin and turns my face back.
"open your center, queen boy,"he orders me."Do it, or Jimmy will pay the price later on."
I obey. Victor makes the joining between my oculus and my hardening turncock. He takes clasp of it, moving his hand relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to bring its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with shame, not because of my body's natural reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it fall out. I will oppose 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 essence. 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 to a greater extent to act with on an full-length phallus. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a spell but move it around, just to see what happens."
I know what will bump. My phallus will continue to suit overeat, trying vainly to push the point release of my captured foreskin.
"This would be a good time for me to tell you how a good deal fun Jimmy and I had together, wouldn't it, fairy boy ? You'd like to try all about that, wouldn't you ? Especially now."
That is about the last matter I would like to take heed, for it would continue to arouse me. But master knows that. He describes some of the things he and"jimmy"did, mostly rather bestial things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in botheration as my cock stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.
"I'm being very kind 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 subject what happened. retrieve about that for a while, fairy boy."
I do, and I do not particularly enjoy the figure of speech it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the natural action he and"Jimmy"shared, while I go back to thinking of anything I can that might lessen my arousal.
Finally, Victor has mercy on me and net ball go. One sorting of pain in the ass stops, while another resumes, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a sharp jerk.
"Shall I tell you how very angry jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another sharp push. I am beginning to approach my terminal point, as far as the width goes. In order to make him think 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 take a lot, fairy boy, I'll give you that. I've never found anyone who's gotten so far in taking this little 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 frown crosses his face as I say that."That's right, you're a Jerry, aren't you ? I should have noticed it from the accent. I hate Germans. vote out a shitload of them in the last domain War. Wouldn't judgment killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.
"I'll tolerate none of that Kraut diddly-shit, pouf boy. Say it in English, if you expect me to understand, much to a lesser extent do as you ask."
"Please, Victor, no -- no more. It hurts like hell,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not understand dewy-eyed High German. Or he wants to make me think he does not understand it. I may be able to use this information later on.
Logan is reacting to my ostensible botheration by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the recess of one eye, Victor notices this."What's the matter, minuscule Brother ? You look as if you'd like to secernate me something. need me to turn on the audio, so we can listen you ?"
Logan nods frantically.
"Sorry. Maybe later on. I'm busy now."He turns his tending back to me, giving one more push to the dildo, somewhat less emphasised than the premature ones. I scream obligingly, even though I do not really have to.
"I'm tempted to go further, baby, and split you right hand afford, especially when I think about how Jimmy left me for your sorry ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."
The pressure eases as he slowly and teasingly back away the dildo."You did rather enjoy that though, didn't you ?"
I can not tell him no, as my hard cock would clearly establish it to be a lie. superior 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 remember not to be overly soft or you won't take as much posting of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that occurrent, since I don't do gentle 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 adjacent to me, readjusting the tabular array so that my pegleg are again flavorless down against the aerofoil. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my dresser and begins to draw the cicatrix with the point of one claw, as Mount Logan often does with a finger.
I want him to keep open talking, so I ask,"Vhy are you doing all this just to torture us ? These edifice and all this equipment must have cost a fortune."
"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bemused, as if he is more matter to in my scars than in the discussion."I would never have been able to afford all this poppycock, except that some very rich and very mighty folk music hired me to take down the terrible Wolverine. You're just indirect harm. They think I'm going to wipe out jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."
"Vill these powerful people not come after you vhen they find they have been betrayed ?"
"Yeah, they probably will. But Jimmy and I can hire ourselves out to some early equally muscular folks and be safe. Or at least as safe 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 knifelike point. I shiver. He smiles."spiritualist mamilla, huh ? I like that in a man."
He situation his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to draw profligate."Now listen, and listen skillful. If you behave well, I can disembarrass up one of your weapons system so that it's on a short range. That way, you can reach the body of water bottle I've got on a ledge under the mesa 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 make both of those matter uncommitted to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that dependable about such matters, if I have no reason to be. Understand ?"
"Yes."
"So you gon na be a safe little boy if I do that for you, or are we going to do this the grueling, and I assure you the much to a greater extent messy and unpleasant, way ?"
"I vill be dependable, Victor."
The nipper prick just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to wince for awe it would drag those breaker point through my flesh."If you're lying to me, carry in intellect that Jimmy will be the one to tolerate for it. You'll just get pretty hungry, not to cite being left to lie in your own water and shit."
"I vill not forget,"I assure him.
"Good."The claw pull away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the face of the board, clipping a curt length of mountain range to the metallic element turnup around my allow for articulatio radiocarpea then releasing the turnup from whatever was holding it to the tabular array."There you go, baby, just like I promised. get through around under the table and try it out."
Yes, there is indeed a plastic bottle of water, with a permanent straw attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the bottleful in my hand. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the wheat between my lip and strike a few swallows. 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 impart 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 secern you what time it is, or even whether it's day or nighttime. And I'll come back to visit either or both of you whenever I feel like having a niggling More fun."
He clicks the remote ascendance as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the ignition lock on the threshold will only work by a voice control from me, so don't even annoyance to try to get out that way unless you happen to be a very convince mimic. It won't work."
He leaves, after reciting some falderol parole at the door. There is only silence in the room, as Logan and I stare at each former. Logan speaks first.
"Elf ? Ya OK ?"
I move my wrist, replacing the bottle and then testing the length of chain again. I can reach most of the way to my expression and a minuscule way down below my hips.
"Ja, just fine, all things considered. Is this victor really who he says he is ?"
"I'm afraid so. A lot of what he told me ramble memories in my genius. 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 forethought. There's something ya need to know."
"Vhat ?"
Logan hangs his head forward so I can not see his face."He - he told you the the true about what we did. The sex was brutal, hideously brutal. It was almost more like fighting than screwing. We tore at each other like animal. It was - hideously exciting."
I have every reasonableness to cognize how very closely sex is linked with furiousness in his psyche, so what he tells me should follow as no surprise, and yet it hurts.
"Kurt ? Say something, darlin ’. public lecture to me."
I take a breathing spell and exhale, trying to banish the quiver that threatens my voice."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 separate from his tonicity. His head is still bowed forward."I can never hate you, Mount Logan. You should jazz that."
"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to look at me."But maybe you should. It's my fault you're in this deal. I fucked up big time. I never should have told him about you."
"You told him - ? !"
"That you were my lover. 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-hatred."I should hold known. We fought for real when I told him. I had a prospect to kill him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to fold off the lonesome 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 severe to be involved vith you."
"Yeah, but I didn't tell you the understanding. I meant to. It just never seemed to be the right time."
"It has been Sir Thomas More than a month since you returned, and yet there vas no ‘ right clip'?"
He winces, but continues to take care at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the inside information immediately, but I was afraid. I let your confidence, and your love, whelm my awe. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for cypher 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 device 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 appear to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, false misery in my vocalism. If Victor is listening, I want him to guess I have taken all of what he said at facial expression value and trust our situation is hopeless.
"Now, Elf, don't you dare give up ! I'll think of somethin ’."
commodity. 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 Logan call to rescue me. That will put Victor's focusing on him as a potential rescuer, rather than me. That could get along in handy later.
"But enough of this,"I go on."Is your name really jimmy ?"
"Yes, if he's not lyin'to me. James I Howlett."
"It has a nice sound to it, I think. Vould you like me to ring you jimmy instead of Mount Logan ?"
"No ! Jimmy may be who I was, but I'm Logan now, no issue what that wretched son-of-a-bitch song me !"
"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should roost and make advantage of this respite to try to get some rest, since Victor could return at any time. The less ve talk of the town of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That last persona is for Victor's ears, Thomas More than Logan's
He nods, but clearly does not like my advice. Neither do I, but I do not want Victor to learn anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are mute, each trying in his own way to loosen up and calm himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.
By the time Victor returns, I am awake and have tried out the sanitary arrangements. Not altogether neat, but considerably than nothing.
The world-class thing he does is reset the cuff around my wrist into its shoes by my side. Then he faces Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the audio on, Jimmy, if you keep your mouth shut. Got it ?"
Logan nods.
Victor turns his attention back to me.
"We're going to play nice this fourth dimension, my little dingy nance. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger over my sassing. When I try to turn my heading away, he grabs my chin. Then he covers my sass with his mouth, his natural language pressing hard, seeking debut. He must accept forgotten about my teeth. I open my sass slightly. When he tries to fight his advantage, I bite his lingua. Not laborious enough to do unplayful harm, but hard enough to take up pedigree. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a stinging smack.
If anything, the pain of his bitten tongue encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his spit is deeply into my oral cavity, I close my tooth against it gently. If I bite down now, I will break up his tongue near the radical, and he knows it. I release him, having made my head, and he retreats. A slow grinning counterpane across his face, and he chuckles a bit.
"You've got sprightliness, baby, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just dissolve into tears and start begging for mercy, at first anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of coming, what do you like, indulge ? What do you fear ? What do you absolutely hate ?"
"I am beginning to absolutely hate you !"
"Only beginning ? Oh my. We'll have to do something about that, won't we ?"He lets the bakshish of his hook repose against the base of my scrotum."It would arrive at More sentiency for you to dread me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his grip tightens only enough to eviscerate parentage."I think you can envisage what would happen if I closed my fist rightfield 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 decease. And your slight game vould be over almost before it began."
"Are you so certain of that ?"He digs his claws a little deeper. I wince, but do not try to force away, as that would just do more damage.
"Ja, I am very certain. If you simply vanted me dead, you vould have killed me at the very beginning."
My remark has clearly displeased him. His heart narrow dangerously.
"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not surely I like that. Does jimmy take this form of thing from you ?"
"Ja. If he deserves it."
He looks as if he can not decide whether he is more angry or amused. Amused wins. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Mount Logan on the monitors."That true, Jimmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"
Logan nods, heedful not to say anything.
"Score one for the bluing pansy,"Victor says cheerfully."No to a greater extent scourge of prompt death. However,"-- his honest humor changes abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some immediate pain sensation. Got that ?"
"Ja."
"Now, let's get grievous, shall we ?"
That is clearly not a query. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is terrible to feel so vulnerable. Naked does not trouble oneself 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 cerebrate I have felt so helpless before soul else since I was a child, before I could teleport. But I must not let my veneration show. This man would have a go at it exactly how to use it to break me.
"Let's start again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his chela lightly across my chest, then begins following the scratch just as Mount Logan often does with his digit. Scar tissue is less sensitive than ordinary build, but the sensation is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost titillation. And it always arouses me. I close my eye to hide the glowing I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work his way down my chest to my belly, I can not hide the stiffening of my penis.
"It would seem you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my face."open your eyes, boy, and keep them open. I want to be able to see just how very much you like it."
I shake my head.
"Do it, or your lover boy suffers for it,"he says smoothly, knowing the threat will work.
Deprived even of the ability to conceal my treasonable eyes, my shame deepens. I do not want to enjoy what he is doing to me, and that is especially confessedly as I know Logan is watching.
His finger reach my genitalia. With a storm softness, he takes everything into his hired hand, squeeze and releasing in a slowly, steady rhythm, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasure of it, feeling that familiar twitch begin deep inside me. No ! I try to fight back it, try to slack up whatever it is that causes this incredible joy. Yes, that is working. I can give up 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 sneer in his voice."Sure you do. You're nice and hard now. Keep it up, infant. Come for me. Show me how much you like what I'm doing. display Jimmy how much you like it."
No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my cock and globe. I will ignore it. I will not come. I will loosen up. I will retrieve of how much I hate his touch. I will concentrate on that, null 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 utilitarian. I switch to German."Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn !"
"English language, you mother-fucker ! English !"His grip tightens, finger digging into my scrotum.
This is not good. I want him to let me cuss in German language. How can I convert - Ah, I have it !
"Bitte, superior - I mean, please -- German language is the language in vhich I think, and I revert to it automatically if I am stressed or in pain. I do not do it deliberately."
"So you use that Kraut gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to have a go at it when I'm getting to you, in that case."
I shake my question violently, as if I have only now realized I have given something away to him.
The grin 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 insult 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 cast down, turning my question away from him as I stifle a laugh. I am not storm that he knows what Scheisse means. Many the great unwashed do. I only hope he knows very minuscule beyond that.
He goes back to what he was doing, but the squeezing is becoming harder now, more irritating. 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 painful hint, spitting out the Scripture as viciously as I can."Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !"
He smiles and does it again.
In the same whole tone of voice, but with my eyes focused on Logan's image in the monitor lizard, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"
I can see Mount Logan's eye blink in sudden surprise. He gives me a minuscule nod, and I know he has understood me, while all Victor hears is another insult. If I use but High German phrases that Logan knows, I can intercommunicate with him and Victor will not make it.
I have barely begun to savor this small fry triumph when superior decides to shift tactics.
"Maybe my hand just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more vivid. I just pass to have a prissy collection of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them ingathering to you. Here we are, fairy boy : the basic monetary standard smooth plastic, spiritualist size, uses 2 C batteries, and useable in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the out-of-door, or the interior ? No solution ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."
After a 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 matter and I know they are entirely wonderful. The rapid quiver gets to the titillating nerve ending like goose egg else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my body literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to pull out it in faster, mysterious, until it reaches that home inside and finally satisfies the growing tickle, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to hail and struggling to keep it.
"Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you're enjoying this, infant. Let me see it."
I want to separate him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is moan in desperation. My thigh tremble and my entire dead body shakes in the travelling bag of my contradictory desires.
Then winner touches another small-scale but more intense vibrator to the tip of my dripping cock. I am almost sobbing now.
"Oh yeah, that's real nice. Real decent. You're getting to me, faerie boy. flavor. I'll display you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator sting deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own hard stopcock."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"
I shake my head desperately, as if in fright. His penis is indeed rather big than I would prefer, 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 get along. That's just what I need to be ready to put the real affair into Jimmy next."
He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and Forth River. My spine arch and my hips lift up from the board, involuntarily seeking to capture the informant of that tantalizing sensation.
"Stop fighting me, fairy boy. You know you want to let go."
He is right. I will not be able-bodied to stop. I can experience it deep inside, the pressure mounting, the ecstatic waves of pleasure cresting and gear up to bankrupt. In a last do-or-die endeavor to prevent ejaculating, I tense every muscular tissue in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A trigger-happy satisfaction envelops me, pulsing, throbbing waves of favorable joy turning my body into promised land. I come - and yet I do not. There is no feeling of the sliding board of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensity level of the muscle spasm that continue on within my organic structure, while everything is locked and held down hard by my will. I hide my look 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 aught has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the strength of the pleasure subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not know such a thing was possible !
Apparently, victor does not know it either, judging by his following remark.
"If I didn't think I was imagining things, I'd say you're deliberately refusing to occur, fairy boy."
I gather my scattered learning ability and respond casually,"Now, superior, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't turn me on."
"You're turned on all right. Your center are as bright as coals."
"Oh, did I block to tell you they glow not only vhen I am come alive, but also vhen I am experiencing very unattackable emotions, including anger and rage ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tone is nonchalant 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 vocalize at all sorry. My caustic remark earns me a sharp skag in the typeface. I see it coming, so I make indisputable to let my chief turn with the blow, to minimize the equipment casualty. Even so, my lip splits against the spot of my teeth.
Victor tosses both vibrators across the room in a frenzy of frustration, then leans over me and snarls,"support that up, fairy boy, and I'll make you very sorry about a lot of things before I'm done with you."
"Geh zum Teufel, Arschgesicht !"I snap back at him, spitting the blood from my lip into his face.
He just laughs, wiping off the ancestry with his digit, then licking them.
"Since you don't seem to need to meet my game by the rules, I think I'll go bid with your young man for a while. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my attentions than you are."
As victor stomps out of the room, I start counting the s between the clip he leaves here and the prison term he appears in the other room with Logan, in the hope that I can get some approximation of how far away the former building is located.
I get up to 124. Figuring that Victor's tread is roughly a measure long, that would hit it around 12 meters. Nothing guarantee that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental numeration necessarily precise. I realize this is a very unsmooth estimate, but it is a starting point.
Meanwhile, I have no pick but to watch Victor rape Logan, using none of the care and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly vex that he can hurt Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as superior savagely bites and gouges his victim as he does it.
Logan proves to be no more cooperative than I was about allowing himself to pass orgasm as a termination of superior's legal action.
At kickoff, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing superior's face and I am afraid. I want to narrate Logan to give in, gift him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly hurt, but that is not a considerateness in Logan's cause. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Mount Logan must prove that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when live we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.
And so I watch in secrecy. Perhaps Logan already knows how to do whatever it was that I did, or perhaps he simply has more ascendence over his sexual reaction than I do. Either way, for all Victor's striving, he can not shit Logan come, although he himself howls and bellows his way through several climaxes of his own.
Finally, victor gives up on the effort and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his furore and frustration. Suddenly, his carriage alteration, he takes a deep breath and seems to bear come to some conclusion.
"You don't want to give me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Logan,"so I'm going to make you afford me your pain in the ass instead."
One clawed hand ambit down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the base just as he did mine. I can see from the look on Logan's fount that he too knows what will come next.
"I'm going to do this real slow."One of the monitor lizard shows a ending up of Mount Logan's let down physical structure. I can not tear my eyes away from it as master's claw extend and go in."Scream for me, niggling brother. I want to hear it. And I want your little blue tooth fairy to hear it also."
There is victory in Victor's eyes as he turns to calculate at me. His hand closes tighter. Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.
Victor's fingerbreadth pull downward, the sharp claws cutting through bleeding chassis slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the testicle are forced against it.
"Stop being the unattackable silent case, little brother. Unless you want to watch me do this to your fuck buddy once I'm finished with you."
The claws finally dig in to the orchis as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distended flesh at the bottom gives way, leaving Victor holding Logan's skewered globe in his manus. He continues to rend downward, drawing the connected ligaments and ducts out of the bloody gap.
"What's more important to you, Jimmy ? Your pride, or your demon devotee ?"
Logan throws his head back and roars out his pain and despair.
I start on my usual litany of curses in High German. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonized attention, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the cruddy names I am calling Victor.
His proceed belly laugh pierce my warmheartedness but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now restrain your own hope alive. You know full well he will survive this.
belongings Mount Logan's skewered balls up to the camera for me to see, winner laughs at my futile efforts to affront him. As I watch the rake rave down from Logan's bulwark, I swear to myself that the conclusion jest will be mine, no thing what the cost.
Victor returns to my room. I have been too distracted to consider the elapsed meter, but it did not seem very long.
"Did you enjoy the show, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the control on my left arm, replacing it with the mountain chain. I am so tempestuous that I try to pull my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him enough that I can get a adhesive friction on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a chunk of flesh.
"Oh, you're being a bad little nance boy, aren't you ?"he says as he pulls back out of my reach, clutching the injured arm as it heals."What's the matter ? Did I make you angry ?"
I glare at him, the rage burning at the stake in my substance reflected in my glowing heart. His hand relocation toward my face. My middle close reflexively and the tip of a sharp nipper touches each eyelid.
"I could do it so easily, you know. But I'll spare you this time and do something else instead."
The nipper withdraw and I can breathe again.
He takes the remote control from his pocket."There. I've shut off the audio frequency both way. You can lie here and watch while jimmy heals, but you can't talk to each other."
His gloating laughter trail behind him as he leaves the room.
He is decently. I would almost possess preferred a forcible penalty to this. I want so lots to say something to console Logan, but at least I can still see how quick he is healing and I will bang when he is whole again. It is nothing short of amazing to watch when his body literally re-grows a office. However, it does convey time and he is clearly suffering a considerable amount of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be strong for his interest, I would be crying uncontrollably.
I can not say how long it took, but at last he looks at me with something early than pain in his construction. I smile tentatively and upraise one supercilium in question as I make the thumbs up signal with my hand. He can not reply in kind, as his men are totally encased in their restraints, but he does nod at me.
. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED
As superior again takes the slack out of my forget hand restraint and fastens it down, he remarks cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well finish time, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be dismal you did that. I don't like it when my victim refuse to collapse me what I want. This time, you're not going to consume a choice."
I do not like the auditory sensation of that, but I say nothing.
"Now, how do I want to configure thing ?"He glances from me to the monitor."Let's let jimmy heed, but not see what's going on or be able-bodied to construct himself heard."He sets the controls."Do we desire to be able to watch over 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, poove boy ?"
"Vas ?"
He flicks the tip of my penis concentrated with his middle finger, smiling as I wince."English, remember ? Unless you're cursing at me, that is."
"Vhat do you have in mind ?"
"If you don't know what I mean, then I have my answer."He holds up a strange-looking twist."Consider this to be a learning experience. This is a violet baton. It can do some occupy things."
It does not look 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 crank lights up with an eerie violet color. It looks like a very pocket-sized version of those blood plasma Earth in science museums, where the sparks follow your fingerbreadth around on the surface of the globe.
"Pretty, isn't it ?"
"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.
He moves it slowly down towards my right nipple, and I expect him to reach me with it. Instead, as it gets close, pocket-sized discharge jump between the sceptre and my peel. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny feelers are wiggling around. The muscles of my chest of drawers tighten in foreplay, and my pap arise taut.
Victor turns a dial on the box, and a brighter spark jumps the gap. I gasp at the shrewd snap of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to cause real pain.
He moves the globe to my left side, giving it the Lapp treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to wrestle around as I become more aroused by the strange feelings that are almost pleasure but also almost pain in the neck. No ! I do not want this to happen !
He begins to trace a line of fierce sensation down my body with the foreign device, slowly, teasingly."I think you can see where I'm going with this, can't you, fairy boy ?"
As he approaches my groin, my body arches uncontrollably and I throw my headland back as far as the metal stria around my neck will grant. My teeth clench as I try to stifle a groan in prediction of how it will finger when it reaches my penis. Instead, the sparks move to one incline, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the early. Now, surely !
No. He goes to my crushed abdomen, following the design of the scrape that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think to a greater extent clearly. After fighting so hard against coming during the last session, I am certainly not about to give in easily this time. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Mount Logan. I see the claws piercing his scrotum, ripping out his ballock, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.
With this image held firmly in my brain, my penis hesitation. I can tell it is beginning to wilt, despite the Muriel Sarah Spark still dancing across my body just above it.
Unfortunately, I am not the only one to notice this.
"Oh, we're going to represent the same game we played stopping point meter, are we ? Let's just see about that."
The Muriel Spark terpsichore rapidly up the length of my beam, then concentre on the end, striking my exposed glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.
As my hammer twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Mount Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the flooring, and the mass of his balls clutched in Victor's hand. Although I can experience that twitching, clenching wizard deep in my jetty, I deliberately try to suppress it. I will not let this happen !
winner finally gives up. But why does his voice sound so cheerful when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, fairy boy. I could release this up much in high spirits, but I'd just end up burning you, and that's not what I have in nous. Looks like you win this round."
He leaves the elbow room for a few minutes, then comes back pushing a small cart with some kind of mechanics on it. He parks it future to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a metal box with several cadence and assorted switches and clitoris on the front.
"Want to take a guessing, baby ?"When I can not come up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a hint : this is a medical device that's used to get come from a man who can not ejaculate, for one reasonableness or another, if he wishes to father a child."
He looks at me expectantly. From the grammatical construction on my face, he can see that it is beginning to dawn on me what comes adjacent. Picking up something from behind the box, he holds up what looks like some sort of probe, about as long as a man's finger and the breadth of two fingers. It is mounted on the end of a slender wooden rod, with a telegram going back to the box.
"Get the video ? 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 sense good or does it bruise ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you leave me the response to that question. But I strongly suspect it isn't practically fun, since the usual procedure is to do it under anesthesia."
He sets the investigation down on the cart.
"There's something substantial William Christopher Handy about this tabular array, baby. The time has come for me to prove it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the total section that is usually between my peg sheepcote down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my peg bent-grass at the knees.
He returns to the cart."aspect, I'll even make it easier for you by putting a little lube on the probe. You don't have to thank me."
I do not thank him. My mind has run back to a documentary film I once watched about getting semen from prize bull. It did not appear all that bad, but the dogshit usually bellowed pretty loudly when the flow was turned on.
"Relax, baby,"he says as he inserts the investigation."This division won't hurt a bit. I promise."
He plays around with the probe, clearly doing more than than is necessary to find the justly position near my prostate.
"Want to see what I'll be using on Jimmy, if he proves as obstinate 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 fuzz, so just be glad you're not getting this one."
My back talk drops open in dismay."No ! You vould not -"
"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty much perdurable, commemorate ?"
Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a switch on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the kickoff, keeping it on for a couple of s. Then repeat that until the trust results are obtained, usually about seven or eight attempt. That seems too agile for me, so I'll jump at the dispirited context and work my way up. That should kick in you a hazard to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a rubber on you to amass your cum."
At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather gracious, actually. But I know that will not lowest. I am proven right after only a few addition in power. There appears to be a head where the impression of tingling excitement and mild tensing of the muscle alteration into the muscle clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electrical energy can cause burns, but surely a medical device meant to be used on human being would stop short of that. Each fourth dimension now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the current, the spasms become more intense, until it feels as if my interior are trying to turn themselves inside out. My entire lower body convulses and my hip thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, groan, and get along very close to sobbing.
"Oh, nice,"Victor croons."You're making me actual hot. Keep it up."
Eventually, I am screaming.
"O.K., faerie boy, we're at the top of the exfoliation. Now I just do it over and over again until you give me what I want. I think I'll growth the length of the pulse bit by bit also."
I have lost this battle and I know it. My screams get louder and longer each time, until finally I can not cease my body from reacting.
"That's honorable, child. A few more times 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.
"stop consonant ! Yyaahhh !"
"That was a unspoilt one. Just a brace more and we'll be done."
By the time he stops, my muscles are cramping and my ramification and tail are pulling hard against their restraints. I whimper as crying run from my eyes.
He removes the condom from my twitching member and exercise set it aside, then draws the investigation out of my rectum."Doesn't look as if that was often 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 custody press down on my belly, kneading the cramped heftiness carefully so that his nipper do not seriously dig into me.
"That didn't have to bump, you know. If you had been more conjunct finish time, you wouldn't have forced me to do it like this."
I look obelisk at him. I want goose egg more than to ‘ embrasure myself discharge of the restraints and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed. Wait a second. It would also get Victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the dud in Logan's room that is supposed to be powerful enough to wipe out someone with that Lapp healing divisor, so it would only obliterate him if he were in Logan's way when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to pack the luck 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 curses, but I have used up nigh of those in my lexicon by now, so I take an imaginative Yiddish curse I once heard and sprain it into German as best I can remember it.
"Drecksau ! Du sollst in einem Kronleuchter verwandelt werden, so cony du von Tag zu hängen und verbrennen bei Nacht !"
No one can accuse me of not having a good sense of humor, even under these circumstances. I called him a filthy pig and said he should turn into a pendant, so he could hang by day and burning by night.
"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded nasty. Guess you're pretty angry at me."The script on my stomach modification into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive imperativeness points along the top of my pubic bone. I try to writhe away from the pain in the ass, 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, infant, louder ! Oh Irish bull, yeah !"
The pain stops as he comes. I am left gasping for breather, struggling to get myself under control.
"That was real nice."His brim quirk ironically."Next you get to view me wee jimmy get. And he will. I guarantee it."
He changes the settings on the monitoring system. I can see the fury on Mount Logan's case and hear his cod breathing.
"Maybe jimmy'll have enough gumption to open me what I want right away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Mount Logan's image."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more cooperative ?"
"Go fuck yourself !"is his sole reply.
Victor snarls. I hear the click of the remote control again."There. Now you can see and hear what I do to Jimmy, but he won't be capable to see or get a line you."
Returning the mesa to its usual position, he gives me a final exam pat on the belly, then turns away to gather everything together on his little go-cart.
As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as disobliging as I was. If he could have heard me, I would have told him to give Victor what he wanted as quickly as potential. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to leaven a distributor point.
So once again, I can do nothing but watch and listen as Victor uses the immense probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a Bull, running it up a little at a sentence, as his body convulses and he bellows much like a bull might sustain. Eventually, of course, he is made to blurt out several times, just as I had been. I do not make love if the current was enough to stop his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.
When winner is done, Logan hangs limply in his simpleness, his top dog drooping on his dresser. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the admonisher go shameful and the talker falls silent.
It is not very long before winner comes into my way, a self-satisfied smirk on his face and a paper cup in his hand.
"Brought you something for dinner party, fairy boy, but it's not exactly a sirloin steak."
I look from the cup to his saying, 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 brace of meter watching the recordings 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."
"nigh of it is mine, you know."
"That does not matter."By now he has released my lead hand."I vill drink it all, for the interest of the office that is his."
Grabbing the cup, I suit my actions to my words, even to the point of ostentatiously licking my lips 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 paw, crushes it, and flings it across the room."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no shame ?"
"You are calling me disgusting ? !"
He glares. For a consequence I am certainly he is going to kill me with his bare script. Then he storms out the door, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Since he left my deal fastened only by the range, I reach down for the bottle of water and consider a sip, as I wonder if Victor is even now offering Logan a paper cup. I am singular as to how he will reply, but the monitors and speaker have not been turned on, so I must contain my curiosity for the clock time being.
Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything Victor has said about the bombs which will go off if I get out of my restraints. I begin to think he has lied, and, if so, then how many other things has he said that might also be lie ?
Finally, the monitors and speakers come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his restraints, with multiple bleeding slashes down the inside of both thighs. His nerve is set in a painful face, but the bleeding is diminishing even as I watch. Victor is nowhere to be seen.
I am glad simply to be able to see him and to cognise he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the cut stop hemorrhage and lead off to heal.
"Did he offer you a paper cup, Elf ?"Mount 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 mouth then spat it into his face, because most 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 get said that. I do not want master to even think that Logan understands German language."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."
"I should have been capable to cease him from making me come."
"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in clip, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not want Victor to pick up on the fact that I can use it to catch Mount Logan's attention during my tear of German cursing -"Liebling. No subject that your bones are replete of adamantium and your body 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 trump there is at everything, you know."
"We're not talking about resisting winner's electroejac device anymore, are we ?"
"No, ve are not. Ve are talking about you alvays taking upon yourself the lone responsibility, and the guilt that comes vith it vhen you fail."
"wellspring, I can't see that I'm doin'very good at getting'us outta this spate so far. I'm just as helpless against Victor as you are."
I do not hump how to respond to that, considering that Victor may well be hearing all this, so I say nothing.
"I should never cause come back. I should possess just stayed with him. Deep down, I'm as brutal as he is. The two of us belong together."
"Never say that ! It is not honest !"
Logan shakes his pass in self-abnegation, but he does not press the full point.
"Kurt, listen. If you see a chance to get yourself outta here, promise me that you'll take it, and not worry about me."
"Nein."
"You got ta, especially if you think you're in deadly danger. No matter what happens to me, save yourself. I'm probably to live anyway."
"Even if you are blown to piece of music by Victor's turkey ? You may be heavy to kill, but you are not immortal."
"Well -"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 piece of music, and those pieces were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his independent full stop."Promise me, Elf. I need to screw that you'll deliver yourself, if at all possible."
I do not wish well to predict such a thing, as I have no intention of escaping without taking Logan with me. But I do not want Victor to know that.
"I vill do everything vithin my power to save my own life. That is all I vill promise."I glance around my prison and suspiration 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 flavour on Logan's facial expression, I know my answer does not entirely live up to him. He also does not need to think I have given up.
"I'll get you out of here, one way or another,"he says."cartel me."
"Alvays vill I trust you. Never doubt that."
victor's vocalisation comes over the loudspeaker."All right, enough of that, you two budgie. Next matter I know, you'll be professing your ageless love and devotion to each early. enough, already !"
With that, he cuts off both video and audio. We are alone, with cypher but our thoughts, and those thoughts are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a rough idea of how it might be potential to scarper, there are still a few things I must live before I dare try it. There are too many unknowns, 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 respectable way out of here. I try not to dwell too very much on my eventual fate, if I can not fly the coop, nor on Mount Logan's, but it is tough to keep on such consideration out of my head.
I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond last, 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 commit that it is desirable of the God I choose to love and idolize, despite my many question and questions. Either way, I can not complain.
Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given water now and again. The trading floor has a drain strategically located so that he can simply urinate where he stands. Beyond that, Victor cleans up when necessary. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except victor, as he would surely attribute these rather disagreeable tasks to person else if he could.
Every time winner leaves me, I have counted the second until he appears in Logan's elbow room, if he does. I can get some estimation of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my idea range anywhere from nine to twelve beat, which would be in keeping with a separate construction, but not at any great length. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to have two building, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be inconceivable from the elapsed prison term. However, if we are not in two disjoined edifice, the terror of a bomb that could pour down Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would kill Victor also.
I can spend a penny a rough dead reckoning as to how encompassing the rampart of these way are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing tumid target outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the orbit just beyond the door. Beyond that, I do not know what is directly outside of this building, or if the outside door is locked.
There are too many terra incognita. I need more answers.
It seems a long time before Victor returns. As common, he wastes no time fastening my radiocarpal joint back down.
He turns on both the audio and the video, so my eyes go directly to Mount Logan's paradigm. His head heave as he hears that the speakers are active. He gives me a smile, as if to reassure me that he is doing all right.
victor starts teasing me with the points of his pincer, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thighs, then adjacent to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not ache, since he is using very piffling air pressure. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not know the repulsion those dreaded nipper could do, I would find this quite arousing. I close my heart, wishing it were Logan's fingerbreadth teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my tail, where the easy jot sends frisson of desire up my spine. Ja, there ! There !
I gasp as I react, then call back it is not Logan's hand touching me.
"What's the matter, child ?"master asks, his voice sarcastically dessert."Did I hit a attender spot ?"
"No. You are tickling me."
He presses harder against that sensitive area."You're not laughing. Are you sure it just tickles ?"
"I am too scared to laugh."
So he laughs. commodity. I do not require him to realize just how exquisitely that theatrical role of my body reacts. Why such a thing should happen, I have no idea. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my cheek run into my tail assembly. In any case, I just want him to blank out all about it.
But now he is running his claws down the under open of my butt, which is change state upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensible than most of the rest of my organic structure. After all, my tail can hold my weight and do wads of other fairly strenuous things, so how sensitive could it be ?
However, to be handled like this makes me finger very vulnerable. It is so easy for somebody 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 cognize ?"
He taps a fingerbreadth 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 fright as something else, if I want to hold him off the track. Whether it is physical or psychological, it is not good to let a sadist know you have a weakness.
He is still intent on handling my can, much to my consternation. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, deform it a little, whatever he wants. My pelvic arch are also not restrained, so I can affect around to an extent, to take some of the tension off if he pulls too hard.
"I think I'll try a short experimentation here, fairy boy. I just happen to have this squeamish leather blindfold in my sac. Maybe you'll enjoy things 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 me from seeing your beautiful glowing eyes, but it should be well Charles Frederick Worth it."
The blindfold is all too effective. I can see nothing, even if I try to glance 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 defective than it truly is, especially if your tormenter deliberately tries to make you cogitate so. However, knowing this does not make me feel a unhurt lot better about it.
I feel a sharp pecker down near the end of my tail, just above the metal dance orchestra that holds it down.
"How would you like another phantasy scar, baby ? I could use this scalpel to take one right here."
I seriously uncertainty he has a scalpel, but it is impossible to tell just from what I felt. Another lightness pricking, this one further up my tail.
"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"
Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to hold still, as my cancel reaction would be to whip my rump away and out of danger.
"Maybe you'd prefer something more spectacular than a sparse cicatrice, since you've got lots of others. How about if I slice off a bit of skin instead ?"
Whatever he has in his hand, he scrapes it along my tail, again closer to my body. I whimper, hoping to spend a penny him think I believe him.
"Since your seat is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to move to the thicker constituent, where there's more meat to work with. How about this ? Is this a good shoes ?"
Now he is right up near where my tail begins. It truly is more sensitive there and the poke he gives me this time hurts.
"You know, I could start here and scrape off a stratum of hide all the way down to the tip, maybe an inch or so wide. How about that ? I think it would look real pretty, don't you ?"
There is no solution I can give way him, other than to swallow nervously. Surely, he is not going to do that. Is he ?
"Yeah, I think you'd enjoy that sort of thing."
Whatever he has in his deal, he presses it down against my skin in a horizontal business across my tail.
"cargo deck tangible still now. I'd hate to slew while I'm doing this. After all, we want a courteous true line, don't we ?"
I tense against the anticipated pain, even though I doubt he will do what he threatens to do.
"Kurt, don't believe him !"Logan's spokesperson call from the speaker."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a acerate leaf of some sort !"
Rather as I had expected, but now I am sure. Victor, however, is not happy.
"Jimmy, you just spoiled my little plot. Not only am I turning off the sound on your end, but now you're going to watch me use this needle on your blue friend here, in a nastier way than I had originally planned."
He turns his tending back to me.
"I don't have just one needle, fairy boy, I've got a whole excerption of them. Various distance and various gauges. You do bonk that the gamy the number, the narrower the diameter of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"
I do not desire my voice just now, so I nod my head.
"I've been using a 14 gauge, 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 eminent as I go. I promised you something pretty before jemmy spoiled affair, so I'm going to use the fancy needles that have medallion on them."
"Decorations ?"This concept is new to me.
"Yep. They've got matter like - no, I won't 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 think I'm finished."
I hear faint-hearted jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a collection of humble metallic element objective, as he doubtless is.
"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 gauge needle, child, the pocket-size size I have."His fingerbreadth move to the very end of my poor hind end, where it comes to a fairly sharp degree."Hold still now. There's not a lot of liberal skin for me to do work with."
A small prick, magnified by a scrape against the underlying bone, then another motherfucker as the point of the phonograph needle comes out again. It does not hurt very much, but it is not comfortable either.
His fingers move past the alloy band that secures my rear end, but only by a cm or two. Again the replicate prick of a needle.
"Oh, yeah. This will look really sweet. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."
Like I really want to cognise that.
A little more painful, but certainly cypher to scream about.
He works his way slowly up the length of my hindquarters, informing me each time when the diam of the needle gets larger. By the time he is close to the place where my backside meets my body, we are up to the 18 gauge I. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those early needles that are still in place.
"finale one for your tail, fairy boy. This is a 14."
well, at least he is almost done.
"I'm starting to really savor this little game. How about you ? Having fun ?"
"Vhat do you think ? Are you finished making a pin shock absorber out of me ?"
"Oh, no. The in effect is yet to come."
He takes hold of my penis, pinching the peel along the top of the scape, just above the scratch."This is an 18, but it has a very overnice ornamentation on it."
"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"
"birdcall me whatever you like, sister, but your prick is hard."
I clench my teeth firmly as the acerate leaf goes through the skin held between his fingers.
"Same affair below the scar. Got to be proportionate, you know."
I do not give my mouthpiece, but I can not stay fresh back a groan.
"Now we get to the really fun part."
His fingerbreadth hold me just before the sharpness of my glans, and I know already what is coming. I shake my top dog 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 straight in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to cause me wait, while I anticipate what is to get along."I'm very good at knowing exactly when erotic pain turns into existent botheration, so don't bother to try to delude me. I've learned to gauge that edge very closely, because I can smell the deviation. With you, I intend to stay pretty close to that edge, although I may crossbreed it now and then."
He drives the needle into me, just above my puss. And leaves it there, as he removes the blindfold.
"See, babe ? I told you it would be pretty."
Tentatively, I open my eyes and take care down at victor's handiwork. There are indeed laurel wreath attached to each of the needles. Two bright red gist grace the top and the bottomland of the scar, while a dead twine of bone dangles from the tip of my buckram penis. All the way down the duration of my quarter there are former similar things : the picture of a tiny cat, respective kinds of flower, a fleur-de-lis, a few small plume, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent Inachis io feather !
I am well and truly flummoxed !
"well ?"superior asks impatiently.
"Umm - Es ist sehr schön. I mean, it is very pretty."
I glance at Logan's paradigm on the monitor. Even though he saw winner doing it, he still appears somewhat dazed.
master's middle follow mine."What do you mean, jemmy ? Didn't believe I had an esthetic streak, did you ?"
Logan just shakes his head.
winner snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh mend ! I forgot the finishing hint !"He picks up what looks like a modest blowtorch and visible light it.
"Uh –it all looks just fine the way it is."
"No, no. Just one more little thing."He starts heating up a very thin metallic element rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handgrip."They have a new gens for this, but I prefer the old epithet. Lucifer's fire. sentinel. I'll show you how it works."The metallic element is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the rachis of his paw."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. Hurts a bit Sir Thomas More if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the point.
Why do I think it is not going to be that slowly for me ?
"Holding it against the skin just a little longer makes it worse. Doing it in a very spiritualist shoes makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger's breadth over that situation between the base of my backside and my anus.
"No ! Victor, please !"
But the rod is already glowing hot in the fire."How about a nice V ? Does that sound good ?"
It is not a query. He touches the side of the rod to my physique. Not very long, but long enough.
"That's the world-class half of the letter. Now we'll do the bit half."
I clench my dentition and try not to flinch.
"There. Not nearly as impressive as those scratch down your cover from Jimmy's claws, but maybe this will leave a scar for you to remember me by also. That is, if you live long enough for it to heal."
He runs a finger's breadth slowly up my rump, flicking each little decoration as he goes by. I am still trying to suit accustomed to the pain in the ass of the needle in my glans, not to cite the Burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.
pack a deep breath, 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 business firm of nuisance, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.
Victor has reached that sensitive spot now. Placing his fingertips on the suntan, he rubs the intact area in a circular question, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasance and pain throughout my entire seawall. I can not help but groan.
"You like that, fairy boy ?"
I shake my head, lips still clenched tightly.
His hand fault to my cock, holding it near the foot and rolling it slightly between his digit. Another motley of pain in the ass and pleasure, as my penis hardens more, increasing the imperativeness on the phonograph needle. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitching of heightened desire Begin to make itself palpate thick inside me. No ! Not now !
victor evidently decides that this would be a good meter to commence a conversation, as he asks,"Department of Energy Jimmy ever let you bang him, fairy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"
When I do not reply, he takes my scrotum in his other hand and squeezes tightly."reply me when I ask a head, baby."
"It is my preference to be fucked. However, there have been times vhen I have been the one doing the nooky. Recently, he let me do much Sir Thomas More than that."
"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"
"Just after he came back to me almost a calendar month ago,"I reply, fixing him with a look designed to exasperate him over my gloating tonicity. I simply can not stand firm goading him like this.
It seems to have worked, as his back talk contort into a snarl."And exactly what did he let you do, you little adulteress ?"
"You vill have to ask him that."I know full fountainhead that I will get for this, and I am not proven wrong.
"Don't play games with me. You'll find I'm much punter at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the counter, opens a drawer and takes something out, then comes back to me. He holds up a butt plug the like of which I have never seen in my life. It is way too long and much too wide and does not peg down very much before the flared end, as it should.
I whimper as I feel the sharpen end pressed against my chess opening, without even the benefit of lubricator.
"Let's see you relax and enjoy this, smartass."
Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my tail near the root, holding me in post."handgrip still, dammit ! Don't give me a severely metre, pouf boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this overnice smooth dildo. I know an interesting little variant on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to register it to you."
He clenches one paw into a fist and holds it up in battlefront of my face. Then he opens his finger, 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 ecstasy would very quickly turn into a screeching of torture, as I sliced you open from the interior out and twisted your guts around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's simulacrum."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."
"Victor, 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 target plug up his ass far enough to remind him to be more respectful."
He grinds it against me, beginning to fan out me open."Now, I'll ask you that interrogative again. What did Jimmy let you do to him ?"
I shake my head. He smiles and forces the plug harder against my distended anatomical sphincter. I am desperately trying to relax and accept what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.
I can pick up Logan alternately pleading and cursing. When I do not do anything but groan, superior takes notification of him."I still want to hear the answer to my doubt, jemmy. He told me I should ask you. How about it ?"
"I let him fist-fuck me. Are you well-chosen now ? Leave him alone."
"No, I'm not felicitous now at all. You let this little twit do that to you ? !"
"Yes. And I'd take it from him again before I'd take it from you."
"Logan, no ! !"I say, knowing that he is deliberately goading Victor in gild to get him away from me.
"Shut up, Kurt ! Shut up now ! !"
But it is too previous. Victor turns to the camera, his human face set in a snarl."All right, you two have really pissed me off big time. I'm gon na teach you a lesson 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 prat plug in the sleep of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not suppress my scream. His smiling becomes a wide smile.
teardrop run down my face as I glare at him, while Logan calls him obscene names and threatens impossible forms of mayhem.
victor ignores us both.
"Keep that plug in there, poof boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the comeback and proceeds to fit the leather shoulder strap around my waist and between my legs. The strap between my peg is wide, but has an opening in the eye to allow my phallus and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the all-inclusive part behind that be pulled tight between my rump and against the base of the plug. The strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.
"There. Now you can't push it out even if you try. That should hold back you engaged for a while, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the blood looks real nice seeping out around the leather shoulder strap, and all those nice decoration make you look quite bring in. If I weren't so tempestuous at Jimmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his head."Nah. Another time."
Still furious, he storms out the room access, without releasing my left hand as he usually does. Trying to ignore the nuisance, I focus on counting the sec but get no further than three when Victor appears in the other way. Even at a fast run, he could not get covered much aloofness in such a unforesightful time. Logan is almost certainly in the Lapp building as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both way that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not imagine he was so pudding head as to set them up so that I could be responsible for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensors in my restraints that would detect my sudden absence in order that some other variety of to a lesser extent lethal dummy trap would be sprung.
My speculations are cut curt as I see winner squeeze his clenched fist into Mount Logan's ass.
Logan does not yell, but only continues cursing him out. Nevertheless, I can see the infliction on his cheek, and what might be fear.
"Shut up now and pay care. Remember how I just told your juicy friend about putting my script into him and then driving my claws through his backbone ?"
His smile is more than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming next, and my heart cringes within my white meat. But I can do nothing about it, early than watch and pray. I yell"Noooo !"
But he has already begun to convey out his scourge. At different angle and on each reminder, I see his arm energy up into Mount Logan's body so far that his hired hand opens a gash in his abdomen. I watch in horror as he closes his mitt around the gut twisted between his fingerbreadth then pulls down and out.
I can only retch as Logan bellows his excruciation. I force my oculus to remain open, watching as victor continues to disembowel my lover.
Mount Logan seeks out my optic with his own. I know I must wait totally distraught, bust flowing down my face and sobs racking my torso. His rim contour my public figure, just before he finally passes out.
Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any other man, with the possible exception of master, utter. He still appears debile and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is integral again and I can reasonably have a bun in the oven that his lay waste to abdominal muscle organs are in the process of regenerating.
He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the original injury. I suppose that makes sense. Even for an ordinary person, I have noticed that the recovery time after being injured can be worse under some circumstances, so since his healing is very accelerated, the pain might well be concentrated into that briefer time span.
For just a moment, I experience a sharp pang of invidia for Logan's ability to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain in the neck inside me. I have no idea of how badly I may be injured, as a penetrate colon does not ache all that much until later, when contagion circle in and the abdominal cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be zilch beyond a bad tear in my anal retentive sphincter muscle, but I do not think so. There is a pain deeper inside that shows no mansion of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large spark plug. Nor can I adjust to the gruelling pressure and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the low-spirited part of my sigmoid Costa Rican colon as well. Usually I can relax and allow myself to open up and stretch along, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Mount Logan's deal, and has been forced in deeper.
I try to control myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not give up a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every time my abused gut contracts hard against the contumely it is having to die hard. It is after one of these agonizing spasms that I hear Logan's voice.
"I can't sales booth to see ya hurting like this."
I can not stand to see him concerned for me, after the pain he has gone through and is probably still feeling. But I am gladiolus he has recovered enough to be able to address to me.
"Let me try something that might aid, OK ?"
I can mean of zippo he can do that would improve things in the slightest. But I nod.
"Close your middle, darlin ’, and don't open them again. Now, focus only on my interpreter and what I'm sayin ’.
"Imagine you're lyin'in our bed, and I come habitation needing you so bad that I'm gear up to spoil you the way I did once."
"It vas not -"I begin.
"Sshh. Just listen. This time, 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 need you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the craziness out of my head before I take it out some other way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just give your legs for me and close up your eye, preparing to endure it."
"Victor can pick up us,"I object, opening my eyes to get Logan's attention.
"Let him. I don't give a shucks in hell if he does. Maybe it will learn him something about what it means to bang someone. Now stop interruptin'me and close your eyes. condense on my words.
"I want you to suppose something that is totally untrue. affect I've got a cock as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just make-believe. I'm huge and hard and I'm shoving that horrendous dick up your ass, stretchin'you wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me mysterious and deeper into your body. I'm fucking you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.
"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will injure. Imagine you can hear me moaning with joy over the way you're taking me, holding me so besotted and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to return you pleasance, not pain in the neck. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to stay put sane.
"I can see the expression on your face as you try to suit me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in boost, but you don't tell me to break. You only struggle to go for it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can recount it's hurtin'you a lot, since your dick is barely concentrated. much as I want to give you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause pain in the ass, and that tears me up inside, but I can't stop.
"It feels so wonderful, so good, to be inside you. I'm about to come up, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my hands moves up to your bureau, my finger's breadth spread wide to adjoin and rub those ship's boat nipples. I wrap my former hand around your cock, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed snatch. You gasp as your body responds. I can experience your muscles clenching around me, your insides starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild. I can't contain back. I can't - but I must, I must.
"My fingers work you frantically now. Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my unforgiving flak, pulling me in deeper. I can hold out no longer. With a few More solidus, I take my release deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest of drawers 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 climax. The recondite aching botheration 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 hold him while he holds me. But reality will not allow that. I keep my middle 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 set forth the hot piddle running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my blazon then lowering you into the weewee. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your expression and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to still the niggardness of the muscles I can find beneath my hands. And they do loose, a slight, but I can still feel that aching hardness inside you.
"I soap you up and rinse you off with the shower adhesion while the water runs down the drainpipe. I help you up and roll you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the toilet, then transmit you back to bed. I tuck the quilt around us both as I gather you into my arms, where I can obtain you against me.
"I kiss your hairsbreadth and the tips of your pinna and your close down lid. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your phallus and on top of that scar that stretches from one incline to the former. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so a great deal to take in it check. I long to heal you, but all I can do is cure myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the unity you love. All I can do is hold you fold and hope that I may never give to let you go. Finally, you rest your manus on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your body relaxes a bit at a time. Your head lolls against my chest of drawers. And I lie beside you through the eternal Nox, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."
Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the next meter that master comes in to wake me up.
Yes, there is surely something haywire. It is harder for me to suppose straight, what with the truelove ache cryptical inside me, on top of my other pile up scathe. I feel as if I have a pyrexia and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be. But I can not even achieve for the water supply feeding bottle, since Victor did not free people my hand at all last meter. Despite the fact that I have not eaten a lot since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my stomach is downright queasy just at the opinion of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most likely reason, as I have already surmised, is a split in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal muscle cavity and causing infection. My prison term is clearly running out. I can not afford to encounter plot with master much longer. One way or the other, this must end soon.
As soon as victor comes into the way, he unfastens the harness around my rose hip and pulls out the fundament plug. The abrupt stretch tears my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing inscrutable inside. By the time I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the pickle of roue and fluid.
"I made you bleed again, didn't I ?"he inquires with false business organization."Sorry about that."
I have caught my breath now, and the most Holocene bed of pain has eased off a bit. I start in on my German cursing, to get him used to it.
"All right, enough of that shit."
Giving in to one of the foreign quirks of balefulness that often invade my head, I conclude with another of my Germanized interlingual rendition of a Yiddish swearword."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"
"I said enough !"He runs his script down the decorations that are still in my fundament, then flicks his finger hard against the acerate leaf in my glans.
But the painful sensation is worth it, since I just told him he should grow like an onion, with his read/write head in the ground.
"Now, what shall it be for today, faerie boy ?"
"I vould not bear in mind a beverage of vater,"I suggest hopefully.
"Oh honey ! Did I draw a blank to relinquish your mitt last 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 brain, but we'll jump there."
He opens the cap and pours the entire feeding bottle over my face, which allows some of it to get into my mouth, but not nearly as practically as I need. But he does not detached my hand.
"Aw, looks as if I spilled nigh of it."He tosses the evacuate bottle over his shoulder."Are you still thirsty ?"
Warily, I nod.
"We seem to be out of urine. Maybe you'd like to drink some of my piss, hmm ? I'm sure you'd prefer his -"He jerks a thumb toward the varan, which show Logan watching us intently"- but that's not in the picture."
I make a disgusted font and didder my head.
"I could micturate on you, if you'd rather. You could stand some cleaning up, you know. Or maybe you'd like it to go up your ass instead ? I've heard that can palpate pretty thoroughly, if you're into such things."
All right, sentence 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 risks, but I have run out of options.
"Come on, superior, is that the best you can think of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to drink your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the balance of it ? If so, you greatly underestimate me. Let's stop playacting children's biz and get down to the real matter. Fuck me ! Shove your pecker up my ass and see if you really can spite me with it. Let's get this over with, proper now."
"My, my. The trivial fagot boy is uneasy for it, is he ? He wants to finger my big cock inside him. Maybe I'll oblige you sooner than I had planned, since you're so hot for me. But maiden I want to cause a small fun."
He rests his hand low down on my abdomen. I suck in my breathing place and grimace.
"Oh, that hurts, does it ? Thanks for letting me know."
O Gott, now I am in for it !
His finger trace across my belly, probing to find out the area that hurts most. When he reaches a dapple low down and just a bit to the left wing of snapper, I gasp.
"rightfield there, huh ?"I do not like the smile that spreads across his brass. The cad of his helping hand presses down hard on that place, rubbing in pocket-sized circles.
I can barely suppress a screech. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, Victor, nein !"
“'Bitte, Victor, nein,'” he mocks."I know what that means, baby. I think I like to hear you say that."He releases the pressure then pushes down once more."Say it again."
I scream and say it again.
"But I'm supposed to be trying to arouse you, aren't I ? I don't seem to be doing a very good job of that. Let's try something else."
He leans down, fastening his sassing over my rightfulness nipple and suction. At first, it feels gracious. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control during this sure brief suspension. I feel a deal reach for my former nipple, pinching it lightly. If the rest of my organic structure did not hurt so often, this might almost be pleasant. But the pocket-size amount of water that I managed to drink is not sitting well in my stomach, and the aching in my gut has turned into sharp spasms.
Slowly, Victor increases how grueling he is sucking, how roughly he is handling me. It goes past the power point of pleasure and turns into pain. At stopping point, he stops.
"That's better. Your center look a bit brighter now and that middling puritanical prick is getting harder and turning a prissy purple color."He touches me, teasing my straining putz. Then he seeks out the medium spot just below my tail that he burned during our final session.
"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"
"Now, now. I thought you liked being touched there."
The finger continues to rub over the burning, tormenting me. I whimper as quietly as I can.
When he starts pinching and pricking that spiritualist area with his hook, I can not help but try to pull away from him, even though I know good well that it is hopeless.
"Inferno, pansy boy, by the time you feel my stopcock 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 sure you enjoy it. How'd you like Jimmy to watch you come while I'm shag you ?"
"That vould not be too bad, overall,"I inform him as blithely as I can manage."Perhaps you vould then like to vatch me add up vith jemmy inside me ? Or me inside Jimmy ?"
He laughs."You are an outrageous little slut, 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 much fun with you these days. Maybe I'll go on you alive a little longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little boost. What do you say, fairy boy ? How a lot is your life worth to you ?"
"Not enough to spend it vith a creature like you."
"Now, now, that's not very friendly."
"Shove it up your ass !"is my decidedly uncongenial retort.
"What's the matter ? Run out of German oath ?"I just scowled."In any compositor's case, I'd rather shove it up your ass, fairy boy."
But instead of looking at me as he says that, his middle slide upwards to one of the monitors, watching for Mount Logan's reaction. I realize that he has been doing that all along. I just did not understand why. Now I think I know.
He does not desire me. He does not even like about me. I am only a pawn in the game he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the answer !"You love jemmy,"I state 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 thing I do to him. That's not love."
"It is the only sort of love you know."I let him think about that a present moment."That is vhy you hate me so. Jimmy loves me, not you. You can not put up that."
"Shut up, fairy 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 word of advice 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 fucking you. Maybe I'll enjoy it so a lot 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 hate you."
"Maybe I'll decide to let you go, if he promises to stay put with me. What do you say to that, smartass ?"
"You vill not let me go, although you might try to prepare him think 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 live, there is a probability he might find that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not suffer the idea that Jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly roll in the hay you."
He places his mitt flat on my venter."You'd better stop now while you're ahead. Unless you want jemmy to hear you scream some more."
This is not what I wanted."It does not really matter how loudly I scream. jemmy vill still not bonk you."I meet his eyes directly, hoping my following challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to know me, because you might find out you like it. Do you think I have not noticed how severe you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill detect that you like screwing me undecomposed than you like screwing Jimmy."
But I am getting to him now. I force a lustful smile to my lips.
"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill make jemmy green-eyed, 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 radiance heart at him, giving him an chesty glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so hang up on jemmy that you are not up to of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"
"You'd better just shut your mouth, you damn Jerry. You're only getting yourself in deeper."
"better men than you have told me to shut my mouth, Victor."I smile again."But I never learn."
Mount Logan interrupts us."Kurt, stop it ! You don't know what you're doin'!"
I do not take my heart 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 choice German language epithets into his face.
"master, don't listen to him ! Please ! He doesn't mean it ! You've driven him sick !"
Desperate to keep Logan from interfering any further, I add one more infuriated ‘ jinx ’."lusterlessness ! Hab ‘ nen architectural plan ! Sei bereit !"
That stops him immediately, as I hoped it would. I see from the insane rage on winner's face that I have won. He literally rips off his own pants. He is going to know me, and he is going to do it now. good. That is what I want. Do not think about it anymore, you overgrown motherfucker. Just do it !
He adjusts the table, much as he did once before, dropping the section with my tail downwards so that my ass is at the boundary, and my legs are bent sharply.
"Makes it easy for me to get in veridical trench, from this angle."He steps between my knees, holding up his cock for me to see."If you're in such a hurriedness for this, fairy boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"
Despite what some men may want to think, no penis is a weapon of quite a little destruction. However, almost any penis can become a weapon of form, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than pattern. This is clearly what master intends.
I close my oculus and try to shed light on my mind in ordering to rivet on the floating cloud meditation that helped so much when Logan fisted me. But master will not let me this leak.
"Open your eyes, baby. I want to see them when I do this."
I shake my head.
"out-of-doors them, dammit ! Or you'll get my fist instead of my tool !"
I surrender to that need.
"That's better. Lovely ! Now keep them that way."
As he did with the butt spark plug, he simply shoves his rooster into me in one hard thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerks of his pelvis.
It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not keep quiet, nor can I stop struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a person can attain to carry both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new 1 from Victor Creed.
"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so trusted of yourself anymore, are you, you blue piece of poop ?"he says between grunts."Gon na force it in so far that it rips your moxie apart, fairy boy."
He could almost make good on that menace, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep my mind on what I must do, but I have to drive it for a petty while long. I want all of him inside me, in order to be sure as shooting.
Then he hits a place that turns the painful sensation into agony.
"That's it, boy ! ask it all the way ! Oh, yeah ! ! !"
The moment I feel his egg smack against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the full design of taking it along and leaving the rest of him behind.
I reappear just outside the door of the way, and realize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any dubiousness, the shrieking and cursing that reaches me even through the closed door would induce convinced me. If there is a turkey that will go off when I teleport, that should pass at any 2d. I hold my breathing place and pray. The only thing I hear is a soft"poove ”. No bomb, but only the Same gas that he used to enamour us ! I continue to hold my breathing space.
Now I must hope that my finale about Logan being in this same building are slump. If not, once superior gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be able to come after me. Or high-risk : if I am wrong and there is another building, he may detonate the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.
I look to the left and to the right. There is nothing but a short corridor, with one door on the side opposition to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.
I must find Mount Logan quickly now. As I run down the hall, I am leaving a trail of blood behind me. There is only so practically time left before I have to respire, or before I collapse from going of origin, for I know some of that rakehell is mine.
The door on the other face of the dormitory is ajar, revealing obvious living tail but no window. The door at the end is locked.
I can feel the pressing in my lungs, as I run to try the door next to mine. It is also locked. Could it really be that bare ? Was Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the door to the outside, and Logan is behind the other door ? Judging by the layout, it is more likely 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 weigh. If superior catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One door or the other, I must act.
I picture the inside of the elbow room, visualizing the layout and picking what should be a good spot. I cross myself and teleport.
And find myself right next to Logan ! His eyes flare wide with surprise and hope, as I wrap my arms around him.
We are gone, to reappear immediately just beyond the outside door and clear of any obstacles. As I search for my succeeding goal, we both suck in a welcome breather of air. He seems a bit groggy, as if he has inhaled at least one lungful of the gas.
There is an open domain, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all directions appears to be chummy jungle. All right, the far end of the helipad is the best I can safely grapple.
As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the botany, but I can see an opening under one of the larger trees, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us respective to a greater extent times. Each time, I grow weaker, sicker, and more exhausted.
Finally I have to stop. My stifle go unaccented. Logan wraps an arm around my waistline to digest me as I collapse to the ground.
"Kurt, are you OK ? There's pedigree 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 sure 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 itch to vomit, as I realize what I have to do next."Mount Logan, you must assist -"
This metre 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 breaks off a short piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any Sir Thomas More hurt to your mouthpiece. Now, push as hard as you can."
My teeth go right through the stick as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me encourage with his fingers in social club to get a grasp on the ragged and torn physical body of Victor's member inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not affect. I lie there, shaking and crying with the bother and the accumulate stupor of what has happened over the final few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., not even looking as Logan tosses the remains into the bushes around us.
"asshole !"he curses, wiping his hand off on a fallen log."I know I split ya open again. I just hope there's no worse damage cryptical interior. Lie still. I'm gon na see if I can see something to stop the bleeding."
I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely certain there is more damage, because I feel much worse than I should, even after teleporting the two of us repeatedly and rapidly. I am entirely exhausted and hurting badly, but he does not call for to live about that.
He is back in a moment.
"Here, I've got a handful of spider web. That should help. Best I can do, under the circumstances. With us both naked like this, I can't even rip up a shirt or something."
I nod."Just - make sure - the spider is not - still in it."
"No put-on. Not now."I feel him disseminate my tush and compact the subdued, mucilaginous heart 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 make trusted you never do anything to deserve it."
"No vexation on that story, Elf."
"victor - he vill grow it back ?"
"Yeah. It may take a few 60 minutes and it will hurt 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 damn needles out of you first. That is, unless you've become attached to your cover girl ‘ decorations'by now and would like to keep wearing them ?"
"I have not !"
He proceeds down the duration of my butt, quickly pulling out the needle and tossing them away, then working on the unity in my phallus. The lowest one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than I had expected. A pearl of blood wells up, but Mount Logan wipes it away with a digit."Sorry, darlin ’."
I nod a short and smile through clenched teeth.
He glances around, trying to get his bearings."OK, we've got ta be far from here before superior recovers enough to come lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which direction did we add up from ? I lost track after the initiatory jump."
"About two kilometers, 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 focal point. Put your arms around my neck, I'm gon na take you."
"I can -"
"No, ya can't. Do as I say."
As he lifts me in his arms, a sharply spasm tears through my gumption. I cry out, prehend his neck even harder, and then pass out.
After that I have no consistent retention of what happened for the longest part of our trek through the hobo camp. I suspect I was unconscious much of the time, with pass off episodes of half-consciousness mixed in.
The side by side matter I am for certain of is hearing Mount Logan's voice. It seems to derive from far away, but with each repetition 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 consistency while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his tireless coat of arms. At first I try to brush aside the psychological disorder. I am so comfortable here. No pain in the neck, no fear, just a fog of nothingness. But the vox is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A shrill spasm of pain parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.
"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes open and my mind back into alertness. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the verdure still surrounds us. bleary-eyed and confused, I realize we are on the coin bank of a broad stretch 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 mount one of these trees, and I don't want ya lyin'here unconscious mind and vulnerable. Do ya understand me ?"
"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.
As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly placid bit of ground at the Qaeda of a tree. The trunk is so wide that both Mount Logan and I holding hands could not easily gird it. There are no limb dispirited 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 cuts and welts from insect bites, in varying point of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut ache, I am rickety as a kitten, and far beyond just exceedingly hungry, not to bring up shaking with cold, despite the mellow temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get discourse soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not assist to point that out to Mount Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will depart him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.
I look up at the branches, forcing my mind to center."Ja, I can get up there if I must. Go,"I urge him.
Extending his vane, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the scurvy arm, then is quickly lost to sight in the thick foliage. All I want to do is go out again, but I must not. There is always the possibility that victor is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible peril that may lurk in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the Wake Island of sloppiness in such an environment.
It is not long before Mount Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge tree proboscis in his hurry to accomplish the ground. Excitement and rest 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 circus tent of buildings in a clearing. Even if it's only a village or plantation, all we need is a phone or radio receiver to strive the Mansion and get help. But we'll have to pass over this river to get there. It's too deep for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the long suit to ‘ port us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ interface yourself and I'll swim ?"
Swimming is not wanton for him, as his adamantium-laced skeletal system makes it gruelling enough for him to delay afloat, much to a lesser extent tow mortal else. But I know he will do it if there is no other choice.
By now, he has again lifted me in his weapon system. I gaze across the river, the glower of light from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The length appears to be approximately three kilometre. I can see what looks like a illuminate stretchability of sand on the far slope, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am light and sick.
"I think I can do it, but can not be sure,"I admit.
He makes an travail to smile, adding a sardonic snort."Same thing I'd say about my ability to swim across, darlin ’."
"Vell, since my vay is easier and faster, let us try that first."
I give him no time to disagree. Wrapping my arms tighter around his cervix, I take us away from our present position.
lightheadedness such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that cold and empty place that is so companion to me. I feel faint, with pitch blackness closing in on my vision. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own reality !
Then we are sprawling in the backbone on the far side of the river, so perilously snug to a tree that I could reach out and pertain it. Logan's fount is distinctly greens. My tum doesn't feel too good either.
"Rough trip-up and a sloughy landing place,"he says with an effort at a unwell grin."But any landing you can take the air away from -"
"—is a well one,"I finish for him, trying to return his smile but hoping I will not throw up instead."I am horribly thirsty. Do you call up it vould be safe to booze from the river ?"
"prophylactic for me. I'm not sure about you. I know you're not feelin'too good and I don't want to micturate you worse."
"desiccation may be a greater risk of infection to me than the water, right now. I vill ask the luck, if you vill help me."I try to rebel, but can get no further than propping myself up on one elbow before my point starts spinning and I must lie down again.
Mount Logan scoops up as much water supply as he can make in the palm of his hired hand and holds it to my rim. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to serve. After a few more inadequate handfuls, he shakes his head."No Sir Thomas More right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. Give it a few proceedings and I'll get you more."
He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing water. The sun sinks behind the trees on the far side. Darkness will be here soon.
"How long have ve been out here, mein Schatz ?"
"I figure we escaped not long after dawn, so that would make it the majuscule part of a day so far."
"victor could be following us by now, nicht wahr ?"
"Yes. If he can find our aroma to lead off with, he'll be on our trail."
"And he vill be madder than hell."
“'Fraid so, darlin ’."
Silence falls over us again. The water sits heavy in my belly, but shows no literal signboard of coming up. I place one helping hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels heavy as a board. Not good at all. I push 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 diagnosis 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 practiced bod, you're right. I can pick up that much from your smell,"he says, without meeting my eyes.
"How about a little More to drink ?"I ask."Then ve can be on our vay."
A few more smattering of body of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a small child. Now, at last, I can stop fighting the weakness and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the hobo camp. The comforting wickedness of oblivion holds me in its munition and I know zilch more.
When I begin to come to again, I have not even the military posture to open my eyes at for the first time. I can tell I am lying on a punishing padded surface. Please God, we are not back in Victor's mitt ! !
part echo through my pass, a foreign language - Spanish ? No, but very close. Portuguese ? Are we in brazil nut then ? That would explain the rain forest and the nomenclature. As I listen, I find that my underlying knowledge of Spanish allows me to get out many of the words.
Through the daze of febricity and pain, I feel something stringent around my arm, followed by the small stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A aesculapian facility. We have made it ! promise rushes through my nub. I realize I am terribly thirsty. I open my eye, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two unknown woman, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dried body.
whacking dry lips, I try to verbalize."Bufo marinus, Senhorita ?"I ask, voice cracked and hoarse.
"Yes. right wing away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her call out,"Senhor Logan ! wake up. Your admirer is alive !"
I follow her with my eyes and happen Logan sprawled out on a cot over by the wall. I was not really worried about him, but it is still well to see him awake and well.
The woman returns quickly and holds a drinking glass of H2O to my rim, helping me hold my foreland up enough to need 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 amazement, kissing it.
"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"
"I vill live. I think."
His worry breaks into a extensive grin."Ya damn well better, after all the sweat I went to luggin'yer carcass through the jungle."
"Ha. Ha,"I retort."I vould laugh for literal, but it vould hurt too much."
He becomes severe."I know, darlin ’. But the Blackbird will be here any hour now to clean us up. knack in there."
"I vill,"I assure him.
The woman has at last gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my vena. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the touch sensation as my head begins to feel light and my awareness fades.
"Logan -"
"Don't fight it, Elf. I'll look out for ya. You know that."
I try to smile, but am not sure if I succeed or not before I pass out.
backwash
I have just crossed the lawn and started into the woods when I hear running pace behind me. Alarmed, I start to turn but then Mount Logan's interpreter calls out,"Kurt ! time lag up !"
Of course, 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 operation and the infection is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not need to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some luminance physical exercise vould be safe for me, so I am taking a valk."
"And ya didn't even ask in me along ?"
"It is so early, I vas certainly you vould still be asleep and I did not vish to touch you. Why are you up at this hour 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 derriere."I vill be there this night, mein Schatz."
He brightens up at that thought."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 thoroughly long vhile. And nothing too rough even then."
He captures the flatten end of my tail, which is hovering in his neighborhood, and kisses the bottom."That still leaves us many opening, darlin ’."
"Ja, it does indeed."
"Maybe we should go back right now and -"He leaves the ease 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 fresh air and temperateness again."
"No problem. OK if I join you ?"
"Sure."
We walk along for a sentence in quiet. The green of the foliage and bushes surrounding me seems bright than usual and the variety of nature delights my eyes, 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 place down by the shoring of the lake."
"Isn't that form of far away for your offset paseo ?"
"Not if ve cheat a little."I grab him and ‘ port us both a couple of mil 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 ‘ gills ’, not ‘ gulls ’."
I give him a puzzled feel."Who cares ? It makes no more sense one vay or the other."
I am mostly just teasing him, to take his head off the fleeting sickness teleporting usually causes him. I put my handwriting in his and rive him along."Come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the tree. It is beautiful early in the morning. Besides, you vere glad enough to be ‘ ported avay from Victor'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'severe, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to ease up you some fourth dimension to recoup first."
"Vell, I am now recovered. Vhat is it you vould like to know ?"
"Are ya mad at me for screwin'around with master 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 open relationship, haven't we ?"
"Then you have my result already. Surprised, ja. Angry, nein."
"Good. I just needed to work trusted there was no misunderstanding between us about what happened."
"There is not. But I vish you had told me about it sooner, so I vould give birth known before Victor told me."
"I was still trying to absorb all the things he had told me about my past tense. I woulda told ya after I'd gotten it all straightened out. Like I said, the right on fourth dimension just never seemed to come."
"I believe you."I could tell 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 unfit is that I loved it. I loved it so much that I spent an integral calendar month with him, and almost made it the balance of my lifetime. Yet it was awful. Brutal and deplorable and bloody."
"I can imagine."
"But something about it was - how can I describe it so that you'll understand ? It was very satisfying in some ways. I didn't have to be careful not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that urinate sense ?"
"Yes, actually, it does."Of course he would love it with a partner who is not so frail as I am, so easily damaged if he loses control. With another mutant 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 question of my own, aware that I may not wish the answer."How often 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 Trygve Halvden Lie. So vhy did you not last out ?"
"For one matter, all the poppycock 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 warfare, the scrap and killing. I dunno. After the wars were over, the populace wasn't a whole lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to survive like that, and I knew I would consume 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 regain out as much about my past tense 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 words before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stupid 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 wing !"
"Ja. But at to the lowest degree I vas not the one who spilled the milk in the first base place,"I remind him.
We both get a laugh out of that.
"Look, there is the lake just ahead of us."
We hurry the rest of the way through the trees. The water sparkles in the early morning sun, as a light zephyr omission over the surface. I drink in the surface area of downhearted, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such dish to look upon now and then. Yes, nature is cruel and uncaring, yet that is what our middle seek out, that is what they are meant to view. I stand as if grip, drinking it all in.
"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and be easy. I just happen to give a yoke of granola measure in my pocket, the chocolatey ones 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 head on his shoulder as his arm goes around me. I take the granola bar and nibble on it, wanting to make the perceptiveness last as long as possible. Mount Logan devours his in three bites. He seems somewhat tense as we sit together, staring across the lake.
"Uh - Elf ? There was More I wanted to tell you, beyond what I've said already."
I wince, not surely if there is any more he can say that I truly wishing to know. But I am the one who places so much importance on honesty and receptivity, so I can not refuse."Go on."
"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that time I thought about you sleeping in my arms just before I left, and how a good deal I missed you ? What I didn't tell you was that it happened while I was lying next to winner, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do nil but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my mind. The next morning time I told him I was leaving."
I almost burst out laughing, mostly from relief."And you expect that to rile me ?"
He shrugs uncertainly.
"If anything, it makes me feel 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 almost of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my hand to halt him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to render to me. Vhat more than could I vant ?"
"Well, when ya put it that way, I suppose it makes sense."
"Of course of action it does. If there vere no temptation to stay there, nothing but the wilderness and your fear for me, you vould not have given up something that vas of gravid value to you in order to be vith me."
"You're weirdo, darlin ’."
"I do not conceive so. But there is something else that I am not, mein Schatz, and I hope you have realized that also."He turns a truly puzzled look on me."I do not vant you to palpate that you must alvays be the one to rescue and protect me. I am not helpless. I may not be so strong and tough as you are, but I can bind my own."
"squat, Elf ! Ya didn't just withstand your own. You rescued me. Do you think I didn't notice that ?"
"So ve vill not any longer be hearing about how vorried you are that I am in risk just because ve are together ?"
He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past experience with lovers, at to the lowest degree as very much as I can recollect, isn't exactly reassuring."
"I am not one of your past buff. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible crawler, retrieve ?"
"Yeah. How could I forget ?"He leans around to snog me hard and long. As common, he ends up with origin on his back talk from pressing too hard against my sharply teeth. He rubs it absently away with the cover of one hand, then stares intently at that hand.
"Logan ?"I ask, puzzled at the unusual reflection that crosses his face.
He gives me that shit-eating grin."How would the incredible Amazing fishworm like to blow me ?"
"Vas ?"
"You heard me. Suck me off. Or if you'd prefer to be partiality, 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 actions to words, I give him an hyperbolise smile, then call on my headspring away."There, you see ? No man in his right idea vould put his penis into my sassing, not even victor. You have never done more than occasionally declare yours up to my lips vhen you are ready, so I can drink your cum."
I lick my lips at the intellection, recalling the feeling and the taste 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 tooth together with an audible clicking noise"—make it essential for you to re-grow said manhood, as superior doubtless had to."
"Ya wouldn't do that to me, and I know it."
"Not deliberately, no. But in the high temperature of passion -"
I leave that wall hanging 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 try me out, huh ?"His hand is still around my tail. He slides his fingers a little way along my tail until they are at the place where it joins my body, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The suntan that victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible cicatrix. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.
I do not have to concord to stay on where I am. I know my withdrawn intimation and the freshness that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.
"Open your sass as wide as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the best you can do ?"
I nod, my oral fissure still stretched open. It is painfully apparent that the temporomandibular joints where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as flexible as to the highest degree of the residue of my joints.
He sticks his index between my teeth."Here. suction on this and let me see what happens."
I can do that and still keep my teeth clear of his finger.
"OK. Now try my thumb."
I would object that his thumb is not so declamatory around as his erect penis, but I can not speak with my back talk full.
"donjon suckin ’. I want to try something."
The manus that was on my tail moves around to the front to reach down into my sweatpants and take keep of my cock. As my soundbox reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can block it. I taste blood. Scheisse !
"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to go on. You've got ta pay Sir Thomas More aid to what you're doing and less to what I'm doing, that's all."
I am tempted to nod my agreement, but that might well cause more bloodshed.
He leaves his pollex in my mouth, which is just as well, because I am starting to enjoy sucking on it, even if I am doing so rather gingerly.
I let my centre close, imagining I have something more interesting between my lips, wondering how it would feel.
His handwriting goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingers pinch one of my nipples sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my teeth. No line this time.
"That's it, darlin ’. You're learnin ’."
He is now rubbing his calloused palm over the tip of my nipple. I refuse to be distracted from my chore, even though my prick is getting hard and my backside is twitching with delight.
"Ya can let go of my thumb now, darlin ’,"he says, his part harsher and his external respiration more ragged. I know what that means."Want me to lie down for ya ?"
"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."
His lips ease up a little upwards quirk as he rises to his base."You're a strange one, Elf."
"I know."
"I should be on my genu to you. You're the one who saved our lives."
"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall squall it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belt, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening rooster jutting out above the framework. His thickly pubic hair obscures the base of operations, but his prepuce has already begun to draw back as he becomes stuff. I can smell out the device characteristic odor of a man's genitals.
I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not expect to be able to keep my mouth spread as wide as will be necessary for a hanker clock time.
As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this slant. It feels different somehow. Around us, the birds and the insects sing their songs, and the slight lapping of the Wave on the shoring stay fresh time. The breeze brings forth a rustle of leaves from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's body from my new vantage gunpoint, my digit teasing his shaft with docile touch modality, soon changing into a steady cerebrovascular accident as they combine to curb him within a clenched fist. His articulatio coxae begin to motivate in time with my rhythm and he groans.
I lick the head of his member, swirling my tongue around the sensitive corona, then add my lips, sucking his slit. How often have I taken this wondrous part of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smolders cryptical inside me ? And yet, how fragile a matter it is, to be able to cause such joy.
In a quick ostentation of virtuoso, I remember how it felt to ‘ port while taking winner's cock along inside me. Yes, all too frail, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the store. Would I have done that, if I did not know he could bring around ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.
Logan's trunk is tense up and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum course at his snatch and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to accept him in, my rim pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not well-situated for my jaws to open up this far, but I am determined not to cause him any harm, but only give way him pleasure.
He pushes deeper into my back talk, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as he meets with no pain in the ass. As he hits the vertebral column of my pharynx, I can not suppress a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to entertain him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the ache in my jaws.
"O god, Elf, that feels so fuckin'beneficial,"I hear him say above me."So damn fuckin'good."
A rush runs through me at his actor's line, and I try harder to devour his pecker fully. But it is unmanageable, and an unfamiliar matter for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the calendar method of birth control of his jabbing as well as I can. His hand touches the back of my head, but he does not try to force me closer, as surely must be his impulsion. He just holds my hair and mutter,"So serious, darlin ’."
My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to breathe around the objective now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my mouth as wide open. I feel him scrape one of my lower teeth and gustatory sensation blood, but it does not appear to annoy Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -
With a guttural growl, he pushes forward knockout and holds there for an instant, his eubstance trembling as his cum spurts into my throat. I gag, but I also swallow. A few Sir Thomas More unforesightful thrusts and I have taken all he has to give.
An incongruous image flashes across my psyche : kneeling at the altar rail as the non-Christian priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this consider profanation - or just a different form of holiness ? At one and the same sentence, I beg my God for forgiveness and whirl thanks for the almost unbearable mantrap of this moment.
Then my mouth is void and Logan is kneeling in social movement of me, hugging me faithful against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.
His work force unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a backbreaking and aching erection. Barely do I palpate the warm breeze on my freed cock, followed by the feeling of his hand on the sensitive shape than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.
To my surprisal, Logan raises his hand to his lips and sucks the slick chunk of ejaculate into his rima oris, then kisses me with the taste of my own cum, as our tongues intertwine. I have always thought that to be a distasteful 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 point on his arm in the assuredness grass.
"Not bad for your first try, Elf. Not bad at all."
"I do not imagine that vill ever become my first choice for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.
"Hurts, huh ?"
"Ja."I wiggle my jaw from position to side experimentally."I vish I vere like a serpent, and could dislocate my jaws in order to svallow boastfully objects."
"Just be glad ya never had to give master a coke job, darlin ’."
I must let looked horrified at that, as he added hastily,"I was only makin'a jocularity. Relax."
But already the image has flashed across my judgment of Victor's deal tearing through Logan's gut, and his screech of pain rings through my head.
"Hold me, Logan,"I beg through trembling lips.
As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my head on his chest, his blazon clutching me tightly against him.
"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."
"I know."But I continue to shake.
"Here."He takes my hand and leads it to his abdomen."I want ya to feel it, not just say you know. All OK. See ?"
"Ja."I take a deep 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 easy, 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 to the highest degree of the dirty Logos first, darlin'? I will admit to being a bit discombobulate about the onion and the chandelier though."
Now it is my turn to laugh. As our laughter dies away, I prop myself up on my cubitus and take care down into his face.
"So maybe now ve get a chance to live happily ever after, mein Schatz ?"
"I wouldn't numeration on it, darlin ’. I wouldn't count on it."
German version HELL HATH NO vehemence. ..
Lieber Gott ! Dear God !
Bitte, Victor, nein ! Please, Victor, no !
Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like infernal region !
Fahr zur Hölle, du Hurensohn ! Go to hell, you son of a cyprian !
Scheisse ! hoot !
Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !
You are the scum of the solid ground !
Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !
You lousy animate being ! You piece of manure !
Schatz, verstehst du ? Darling/Sweetheart, do you sympathize ?
Entschuldigung. Pardon me.
Geh zum Teufel, Arschgesicht ! Go to the devil, ass-face !
Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln ! Darling/Sweetheart, don't despair !
GERMAN displacement. .. LIKE A mutation SCORNED
Vas ? What ?
Yes, I know this should be Was ? in German, but this has been used so often in the comic strip that I feel it's less blur, especially since Was has a import in English.
Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No more ! Stop !
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 tan by night !
Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
shit ! The Prince of Darkness occupy you !
Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.
Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy creature !
Schweinhund Pig-dog
matt !
Stop ! ( Japanese martial arts term which has been established in a old story that they both understand. )
Hab ‘ nen Plan ! I have a plan !
( Colloquilism for"Ich habe einen Plan.")
Sei bereit ! Be ready !
Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss
Agua Spanish for water
German language TRANSLATION AFTERMATH
mein Schatz my darling/sweetheart ( literally : my gem )
Was ist los ? What's wrongfulness ?
Scheisse ! Shit !
Ich will dich nicht verlieren.
I do not desire to lose you.
Vas ? What ?
Yes, I know this should be Was ? in High German, but this has been used so often in the cartoon strip that I feel it's less confusing, especially since Was has a significance in English.
STORY ARC - In guild
Morning Devotions
Something a short Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us sinner
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury