This is the sixth story of a much foresighted story arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.

Translation of German language words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to stimulate the substance fairly exculpated in context.




inferno HATH NO Fury. ..


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


overture : Happily Ever After ?


If this had been a fairy tale, we should by rightfield have reached the portion where Logan and I would live happily ever after. Somehow, as the fog clears from my mind and I open my eyes, I get the musical theme that is not what is going to happen.

Last affair I can remember, we were sitting at our usual tabular array at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to order another half twelve beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been goosey enough to take him up on one of his bets again. Someday I will learn not to do that. )

In any case, there was a inhibit"poof"and the air was filled with a midst, choking cloud of some variety of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the populace was already going blackened around the edges and the floor was coming up to fill me fast.



HELL HATH NO rage

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my center open. I am in a small elbow room with bright lights, stark white paries, no windowpane,
and only one door. I can see the back of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a computer screen. Above his head there are six large monitors, which are all blank. He has not yet noticed that I am conscious, so I remain still and placidity in order to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my book binding on a house but padded aerofoil. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally naked, with some variety of chasteness around my wrist joint and ankle joint, which hold my workforce down by my English and my pegleg straight but slightly pass around apart. My buns is pulled down between my pegleg, with something clamped around the narrowest part, just before the arrow-shaped end. Worst of all, there is something pixilated and strong fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those devices that prevent mutation from using their powers ! I try very slowly to elicit my nous, but I can not. Concentrating, I can find that the device does not encircle my entire neck, but only holds me down. It is not a taking into custody, then.

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

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

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

The man at the data processor turns around. I have never seen him before and have no idea who he is, but in some ways, he resembles Logan. Obvious brawn, sorry hair's-breadth, dark eyes. He even has the Saami sort of exuberant sideburn that almost but not quite come together at his chin, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit shorter than Mount Logan's. His hair is also shortsighted, and it has begun to recede slightly at his temples. His font is more feather off, with punishing mandible. His nose is neat, but prominent.

He grins at me, which is not a pretty sight. There is nothing but ruthlessness in his smile.

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to realize that teleporting might be a misunderstanding, 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 ticktock you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, pretend 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 neckband around your neck that are supposed to be able to prevent a mutant from using his powers, aren't you ? The response is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that nearly of them work some of the time, and some of them work virtually of the clip, but they don't all work all of the clock time. Besides, being myself a mutation, I just have this aversion to the damn things. I'd rather do it the outmoded way and name out how to capture and hold back the particular sport, or sport, that I'm after. shuffling for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

He gives me that nasty smile again and his voice turns hard."OK, boy, I'm going to lay down the principle of this game, so listen carefully."

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

"As it happens, I can do beneficial than that. I can present you."

He raises one deal and degree a remote restraint device toward the blank reminder. All six screen come to life, showing me images of Logan from unlike Angle and at varying distances. He is standing spread-eagle and arrant naked in the middle of what looks very much like a duplicate of this room, held in stead by a curiously-designed arrangement of weighty constraint and metal bars. He is bleeding from legion cuts and separatrix and assorted other wounds, but they are clearly in the outgrowth of healing. His head sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

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

Logan is obviously witting, since he raises his head and looks around as he hears our voices. I can see his sass move.

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

For a second, Mount Logan and I stare at each former's images in the monitoring device.

"It's rather a nice touch that he's feast out into a bang-up X like that, don't you think ? Quite appropriate, considering.

"I gave a lot of cerebration to designing simpleness that would hold jemmy, since his claws can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can pass them, he can't get escaped unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would have been comfortable enough to simply batten down his forearms and hired man back flat against a wall, so that he couldn't use his pincer to cut himself loose, but I wanted him in a position that gave me admission to his eubstance from all directions, not just the battlefront. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the metallic element restraints that enclose his arms from above his elbows to the death of his outspread finger, you'll notice that his nipper, if he bothers to poke out them, would weight slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the midsection that runs up to the ceiling jock. 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 cap, but it doesn't have to stick that way. I could let his toes touch, or even permit him to stand for a patch, if I felt merciful. There's only a brusk chain connecting the cuffs around his mortise joint to the base, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able to reach far enough to kick me. On the other manus, 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, bluing boy. Over time, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a nice padded table. Now pay care, both of you, and listen to how it's going to be."

After a speedy glance in Logan's way, he turns back to me.

"Just like I know jimmy's abilities well enough to project that system, I've also made it my clientele to learn the boundary of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this place is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many open blank in the area 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, jemmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very exchangeable edifice, far enough away so that it's out of visual mountain chain and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would take time, more sentence than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these rooms booby-trapped. There's a bomb calorimeter in each building, and I can explode either or both of them from a control control panel in both buildings, if I choose to do so. In the early elbow room, there's an incendiary dud mounted beneath the level properly under your fellow and it's pretty powerful. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many pieces of flaming torso parts that you wouldn't know what to rescue even if you somehow managed to get into the room.

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

Our captor favor me with a gloating grin.

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

"I trust you will both keep all this in idea if you are tempted to become, shall I say, uncooperative during the course of your check in my chagrin abode."

He laughs as Logan and I stare at each other 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 skid something that could be useful.

giving each of us a stern look, he goes on with his talking to, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you effort to escape and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to watch the other one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. I know how to take a crap Jimmy scream, so just suppose what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And imagine how a lot Jimmy would not bask seeing that. Got the picture ?"

I nod.

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

"jimmy ?"I finally ask.

"Oh, what's the issue ? Didn't he severalize 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 monitors, I can see a look of sudden pain come over Logan's face.

The man gives a deep chortle."I can't imagine why not."He turns to the screen, addressing Logan."What's the matter, jemmy ? Don't want your little protagonist to know 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 Mount Logan's cheek, this man is telling the truth. I close my heart and try to keep my shock and ache hidden.

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

He takes delay of my depress jaw and opens my back talk, turning my head from one side to the other and surveying my direful taste of teeth. They are not my outflank feature and I am acutely cognizant 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 gymnastic horse whose dentition are being examined to be surely the creature is not sometime and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets worse when he uses his thumb to feel along my top tooth. In summation to being very crooked, they are also quite knifelike, especially the I in the heart. He presses his quarter round down on the stop of the sharpest one experimentally. I taste blood line, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you suppose ?"

"I think any man who would beat his cock between those teeth is either very brave or very foolish. I'm no Noel Coward, but I'm no tomfool either. If nothing else, your speak gets to keep back its wholeness, boy."

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

He gives a short laugh."If you had lived as long as I have, everyone else would be a boy in comparison. But maybe you'd prefer a more particular nickname. jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."Well, you don't look like an elf to me. You look Sir Thomas More like a queen, except for the colouring. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my little blue fag boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

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

I do not even dignify that with a reply.

"Nah, that would voice too silly. Guess I'll spliff to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to shout out you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my name's victor. winner Creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm jimmy's brother. fountainhead, half brother. Saami father, unlike mothers. I'm a lot like him in many elbow room. The Lapplander healing broker, but not such long claws."

He holds up a hand to exhibit me the short 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 rightfulness, I am more impressed now.

"All raw, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a look over his shoulder at the monitors, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his simpleness and screaming something I can not get a line.

Victor goes over to a table along the wall, picking up something I can not see and bringing it back over to me.

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

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

"Nice, isn't it ? Black chicken feed, cool and smooth. Should feel real in effect going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his former hand to run the sharp gratuity of his hook teasingly along the strain of the scar on my low-down venter, stopping just short of my member, which can not seem to settle if it likes the attention or fears it.

"Nice stopcock, even if it is gamey and form of on the boney side."Then he looks a little closer."What's this ? A visualise little scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that jimmy's theme ?"

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

He runs the tip of one finger over the scar."You did that to yourself ?"

"Ja."

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

When I nod, he looks closer."Very neat and pretty. How did you make them follow out so precise ? mark can heal in sloppy shipway sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very consistent, as long as I take precaution vith the carving. Even scars from accidental injury do not stool too much of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the guts to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, fairy boy."He looks again at my pitiful bewildered prick, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get grueling."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised cocks like yours. More to dally with. And speaking of playing, let me point you a unequalled feature of this table you're lying on. Like Jimmy's restraints, yours are also very adjustable, but in other ways."

Much to my mortification, I discover that the mesa is made so that my understructure can be slid back and Forth along the sides, restraints and all, then refastened wherever victor wants them. The restraints even adjust the angle while they move, so that the colloidal suspension of my foot come down as he bends my legs. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my foundation almost next to my prat. It occurs to me to wonder what else this table can do.

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

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

As he presses the smaller narrowing end of the dildo against my initiative, I find myself at a personnel casualty for watchword, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A wise input at this time could be something I would regret later on.

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

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

"By the way, I recognized those claw chump on your back, fairy boy. jimmy may think you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to severalise me how he tracked Logan to his camping site, leaving him to his own devices for a time, but keeping tabs on him from a distance. Just when Logan began to pack up his affair and boost back to the dear townsfolk, he waylaid him, convincing him to stay a little farsighted by offering to tell him about his past.

"He's a sucker for anyone who says they can fill him in on what he's been and done. It was easy to convert him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was tell the trueness most of the time and bells started ringing in his head. He was glad to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."

The words hurt much more than the dildo does, at this point in the proceedings. Much to my pity, my penis decides it just might revel the feeling, and I can tell 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 gaze as I can and rack my eyes closed. But this displeases Victor. He grabs my chin and turns my fount back.

"open air your eyes, fairy boy,"he parliamentary procedure me."Do it, or jimmy will pay the Price later on."

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

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

I know what will encounter. My member will stay to suit stuff, trying vainly to fight the head unfreeze of my entrance prepuce.

"This would be a proficient meter for me to order you how practically fun Jimmy and I had together, wouldn't it, fairy boy ? You'd like to get a line all about that, wouldn't you ? Especially now."

That is about the last thing I would like to hear, for it would go on to conjure up me. But Victor knows that. He describes some of the things he and"Jimmy"did, mostly rather brutal things, while I lie there trying hard not to squirm in bother as my prick stiffens further. I can not imagine that I will get hard enough to actually shoot my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

"I'm being very variety to you, you know. I could just as easily have sewn the end together and done this Lapp thing, but simply refused to cut the thread no subject what happened. Think about that for a patch, pouf boy."

I do, and I do not particularly savor the range of a function it conjures up. He goes back to telling me about all the activities he and"jimmy"shared, while I go back to thought process of anything I can that might diminish my foreplay.

Finally, Victor has mercy on me and Lashkar-e-Toiba go. One sort of painful sensation stops, while another resumes, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a tart jerk.

"Shall I tell you how very angry jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another crisp push. I am beginning to approach my terminal point, as far as the width goes. In order to cook him think I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter muscle, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless pressure. I clench my tooth and wince. He smiles.

"It hurts now, does it ? You can take a lot, poof boy, I'll give you that. I've never found anyone who's gotten so far in taking this footling 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 crossing his face as I say that."That's right, you're a Kraut, aren't you ? I should have noticed it from the accent. I hate German. Killed a shitload of them in the hold up earth War. Wouldn't mind killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

"I'll tolerate none of that Kraut diddly, fag boy. Say it in English, if you expect me to understand, much to a lesser extent do as you ask."

"Please, Victor, no -- no Thomas More. It hurts like hell,"I beg, translating it loosely for him. So. He does not understand simple German. Or he wants to seduce me think he does not understand it. I may be able to use this information later on.

Logan is reacting to my apparent pain sensation by struggling against his bail bond and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the quoin of one eye, Victor notices this."What's the matter, slight brother ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. require me to release on the audio, so we can get a line you ?"

Logan nods frantically.

"Sorry. Maybe later on. I'm officious now."He turns his attention back to me, giving one Sir Thomas More button to the dildo, somewhat less emphatic than the previous ones. I scream obligingly, even though I do not really ingest to.

"I'm tempted to go further, child, and stock split you right clear, especially when I think about how jemmy left me for your good-for-naught ass. But I won't. I'll be nice. For now."

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

I can not severalise him no, as my hard dick would clearly read it to be a lie. superior examines the dildo as if considering how far it went. Then he gives a satisfied nod."When I finally get around to fucking your ass, fairy boy, I've got to remember not to be overly gentle or you won't take as much notice of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that happening, since I don't do appease very well anyway. You can ask Jimmy about that later on, if you want. Meanwhile -"He sets the dildo aside on the retort, then returns to endure next to me, readjusting the mesa so that my legs are again flat down against the surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one handwriting on my chest and begins to trace the scar with the compass point of one claw, as Logan often does with a finger.

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

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit at sea, as if he is more interest in my scars than in the discussion."I would never have been able to afford all this material, except that some very plenteous and very hefty folks hired me to guide down the fearsome Wolverine. You're just substantiating damage. They think I'm going to pour down jemmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just preserve 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 employ ourselves out to some other equally powerful 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 piercing point. I shiver. He smiles."Sensitive mammilla, huh ? I like that in a man."

He positions his pincer around the areola, pricking just enough to pull parentage."Now listen, and listen ripe. If you behave well, I can loose up one of your blazon so that it's on a short concatenation. That way, you can reach the water bottle I've got on a ledge under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to depend on me to make both of those matter available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that true about such thing, if I have no ground to be. realise ?"

"Yes."

"So you gon na be a soundly little boy if I do that for you, or are we going to do this the unvoiced, and I assure you the much more mussy and unpleasant, way ?"

"I vill be expert, Victor."

The chela motherfucker just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to recoil for veneration it would drop behind those peak through my flesh."If you're fabrication to me, bear in mind that Jimmy will be the one to support for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to refer being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not forget,"I assure him.

"Good."The claws tear away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the tabular array, clipping a myopic length of string to the metallic element cuff around my left wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, child, just like I promised. get through around under the board and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a plastic bottleful of water supply, with a permanent straw attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the bottle in my hired man. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the straw between my lips and claim a few drink. 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 doorway."I'm gon na leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and Jimmy can talk things over. I'm not going to tell you what time it is, or even whether it's day or night. And I'll come back to inflict either or both of you whenever I feel like having a little more fun."

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

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

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

I move my wrist joint, replacing the bottle and then testing the length of chain again. I can hit most of the way to my face and a niggling way down below my hips.

"Ja, just very well, all things considered. Is this Victor really who he says he is ?"

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

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

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

"Vhat ?"

Logan hangs his head forward so I can not see his face."He - he told you the accuracy about what we did. The sex was brutal, hideously brutal. It was almost more like fighting than screwing. We tore at each other like fauna. It was - hideously exciting."

I have every reason to sleep with how very closely sex is linked with violence in his brain, so what he tells me should come in as no surprise, and yet it hurts.

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

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

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

He is pleading now, I can tell from his tone. His forefront is still bowed forward."I can never detest you, Logan. You should have it off that."

"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to look at me."But maybe you should. It's my fault you're in this slew. I fucked up big clock time. I never should cause told him about you."

"You told him - ? !"

"That you were my fan. I had to, when I said I was leaving him. If I'd known he'd do something like this -"He shakes his top dog in self-hatred."I should have known. We fought for rattling when I told him. I had a chance to pop him then, but I didn't. I didn't want to close down off the only window I had into my childhood and my past. I - I wasn't thinking of what might happen to you."

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

"Yeah, but I didn't Tell you the understanding. I meant to. It just never seemed to be the rightfield time."

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

He winces, but continues to look at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the particular immediately, but I was afraid. I let your confidence, and your making love, overcome my concern. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for zippo else ?"

"No issue 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 safe vithout you."

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

"I am not so certainly there is anything you can do. Ve vould seem to be pretty vell trapped,"I say, pretended wretchedness in my voice. If master is listening, I want him to suppose I have taken all of what he said at face economic value and think our situation is hopeless.

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

trade good. If I have convinced Logan of my lack of hope, I have surely convinced Victor.

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Mount Logan promise to rescue me. That will put winner's focus on him as a potential rescuer, rather than me. That could come in W. C. Handy later.

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

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

"It has a overnice strait to it, I think. Vould you like me to call you Jimmy instead of Logan ?"

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

"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should repose and take advantage of this reprieve to try to get some slumber, since victor could recall at any time. The lupus erythematosus ve talk of the town of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That last part is for victor's ear, Sir Thomas More than Mount Logan's

He nods, but clearly does not like my advice. Neither do I, but I do not want Victor to get wind anything more about us that he may be able to use. We are silent, each trying in his own way to relax and quieten himself into sleep. Eventually, we succeed.




By the time superior returns, I am awake and get tried out the sanitary arrangements. Not altogether neat, but better than nothing.

The 1st matter he does is readjust the cuff around my wrist into its place by my side. Then he faces Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the sound on, jimmy, if you keep your mouth shut. Got it ?"

Mount Logan nods.

superior turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to act as nice this time, my little blue sprite. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a fingerbreadth over my lips. When I try to wrick my head away, he grabs my Kuki-Chin. Then he covers my lips with his mouth, his tongue pressing backbreaking, seeking incoming. He must birth forgotten about my dentition. I spread my oral fissure slightly. When he tries to squeeze his advantage, I bite his tongue. Not hard enough to do sober impairment, but hard enough to draw pedigree. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a prick smacking.

If anything, the painful sensation of his prick glossa encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his lingua is deeply into my mouth, I close my dentition against it gently. If I bite down now, I will lop his tongue near the al-Qaeda, and he knows it. I release him, having made my compass point, and he retreats. A slow smiling gap across his grimace, and he chuckles a bit.

"You've got spirit, infant, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my dupe doesn't just dissolve into tears and start begging for mercy, at low gear anyway. That comes later, but it always comes. And speaking of coming, what do you like, baby ? 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 tips of his hook rest against the radical of my scrotum."It would make more than sensation for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his grip tightens only enough to draw bloodline."I think you can imagine what would encounter if I closed my fist right wing 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 probably bleed to death. And your footling game vould be over almost before it began."

"Are you so sure enough of that ?"He digs his claws a little deeper. I wince, but do not try to pull in away, as that would just do to a greater extent damage.

"Ja, I am very for certain. If you simply vanted me dead, you vould have killed me at the very beginning."

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

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not sure I like that. Does jemmy take this form of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

He looks as if he can not adjudicate whether he is more angry or amused. Amused winnings. He laughs and lets me go, then glances over at Logan on the proctor."That true, jimmy ? Is he this mouthy with you ?"

Logan nods, careful not to say anything.

"Score one for the blue fairy,"superior says cheerfully."No more than terror of immediate death. However,"-- his effective humor changes abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some quick pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a motion. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is terrible to palpate so vulnerable. Naked does not bother 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 think I have felt so lost before someone else since I was a child, before I could teleport. But I must not let my fright display. This man would know exactly how to use it to split up me.

"Let's offset again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his chela lightly across my chest, then begins following the scars just as Logan often does with his fingerbreadth. scrape tissue is less sensitive than ordinary flesh, but the sense datum is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost titillation. And it always arouses me. I close my optic to hide the glow I know will soon be seeable. As he continues to work his way down my chest to my abdomen, I can not hide the rigidification of my penis.

"It would appear you like that, hmm ?"He glances at my boldness."Open your eyes, boy, and keep them spread. I want to be able to see just how much you like it."

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the power to conceal my faithless eyes, my shame deepens. I do not need to enjoy what he is doing to me, and that is especially dead on target as I know Logan is watching.

His fingers reach my private parts. With a storm softness, he takes everything into his hand, squeezing and releasing in a obtuse, steady regular recurrence, 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 it, try to relax whatever it is that causes this incredible joy. Yes, that is working. I can end it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a leer in his voice."Sure you do. You're nice and difficult now. sustain it up, baby. semen for me. register me how much you like what I'm doing. show Jimmy how much you like it."

No. He can go on as long as he wants massaging my cock and egg. I will brush aside it. I will not come. I will relax. I will think of how very much I hate his touch. I will concentrate on that, cypher else.

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

"English, you mother-fucker ! English people !"His suitcase tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.

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

"Bitte, master - I mean, please -- German is the terminology 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 Hun gibberish when you're bad off, huh ? OK, I can use that to know when I'm getting to you, in that case."

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

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

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

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

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

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

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

"Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !"I tell him after an especially painful pinch, spitting out the word of honor as viciously as I can."Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !"

He smiles and does it again.

In the Sami quality of representative, but with my oculus focused on Mount Logan's image in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

I can see Logan's eyes blink in sudden surprisal. He gives me a minuscule nod, and I know he has understood me, while all Victor hears is another vilification. If I use lone German language phrases that Mount Logan knows, I can communicate with him and Victor will not earn it.

I have barely begun to savor this minor triumph when Victor decides to change tactics.

"Maybe my bridge player just isn't exciting enough for you, hmm ? Maybe you'd like something faster and more intense. I just happen to have a decent collection of vibrators available. Let's see if one of them collection to you. Here we are, pouf boy : the introductory standard smooth plastic, medium size of it, uses 2 C batteries, and usable in an attractive bright pink. Do you like it on the outside, or the inside ? No resolution ? OK, we'll try it inside, in that case."

After a brief time 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 things and I know they are entirely fantastic. The rapid shakiness gets to the erotic nerve closing like goose egg else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my organic structure literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to draw it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that home inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for foreplay and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to forbid it.

"Yeah, that's it. exhibit me how much you're enjoying this, babe. Let me see it."

I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is groan in despair. My thighs shiver and my intact body shakes in the clutch of my contradictory desires.

Then superior touches another smaller but more than intense vibrator to the tip of my dripping pecker. I am almost sobbing now.

"Oh yeah, that's very nice. substantial nice. You're getting to me, fagot boy. Look. I'll appearance you."Briefly letting go of the vibrator stuck deep into my ass, he unzips his fly and pulls out his own hard shaft."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

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

"Scared, huh ? Well, you'll get it one of these 24-hour interval. But not now. Now I want to see you come. That's just what I need to be ready to put the real matter into jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and Forth River. My spine arches and my hips lift up from the board, involuntarily seeking to get the informant of that tantalizing sensation.

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

He is right. I will not be capable to contain. I can feel it deep inside, the pressure mounting, the rapturous waves of pleasure cresting and ready to give. In a in conclusion desperate effort to prevent ejaculating, I tense every musculus in my groin as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A rough expiation envelops me, pulsing, throbbing wafture of golden joy turning my body into nirvana. I come - and yet I do not. There is no flavour of the playground slide of fluid through my penis, as there should be, yet I tremble with the intensiveness of the muscle spasm that continue on within my body, while everything is locked and held down laborious by my will. I hide my touch sensation from Victor as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to raise me fictive, I pretend nothing has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to relax as the intensity 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, winner does not screw it either, judging by his adjacent remark.

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

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

"You're turned on all ripe. Your heart are as bright as coals."

"Oh, did I forget to tell you they glow not only vhen I am aroused, but also vhen I am experiencing very strong emotions, including anger and madness ? I thought I mentioned that, but perhaps I overlooked it."My tone is casual and cool off, but a firestorm is still raging inside me, wanting to bristle again into flame.

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not sound at all sorry. My sarcasm earns me a penetrative smack in the face. I see it coming, so I make sure to let my head turn with the blow, to minimize the impairment. Even so, my lip Split against the points of my teeth.

Victor tosses both vibrators across the room in a frenzy of foiling, then leans over me and mat,"keep that up, fay 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 rake from my lip into his face.

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

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

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

I get up to 124. Figuring that winner's pace is roughly a metre long, that would make it around 12 meters. Nothing guarantees that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental count necessarily accurate. I realize this is a very rough estimate, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no option but to check Victor rape Mount Logan, using none of the care and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly worried that he can bruise Logan that way, but it is still not pleasant, as Victor savagely bites and gouges his victim as he does it.

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

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the craze suffusing winner's face and I am afraid. I want to tell Mount Logan to give in, give him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly smart, but that is not a thoughtfulness in Logan's vitrine. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must show that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when last we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires superior's attentions.

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

Finally, winner gives up on the effort and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his rage and frustration. Suddenly, his military strength changes, he takes a deep breathing time and seems to have come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to pass me your pleasure,"he growls, as he walks around in forepart of Logan,"so I'm going to score you hand me your pain instead."

One clawed hand grasp down to Logan's scrotum, pricking it around the base just as he did mine. I can see from the face on Mount Logan's boldness that he too knows what will come up next.

"I'm going to do this genuine slow."One of the monitors shows a close up of Logan's crushed trunk. I can not tear my heart away from it as Victor's claw extend and go in."howler for me, short crony. I want to hear it. And I want your little blue tooth fairy to find out it also."

There is triumph in Victor's eyes as he turns to look at me. His hand closes tighter. Mount Logan clenches his teeth and remains silent.

Victor's finger overstretch downward, the tart claws cutting through bleeding pulp slowly but inexorably. The bottom of the sac bulges as the testicles are forced against it.

"diaphragm being the strong silent type, piffling comrade. Unless you want to look on me do this to your fuck buddy once I'm finished with you."

The nipper finally dig in to the testicles as they continue to rip up the scrotum. The distended bod at the buns gives way, leaving victor holding Logan's skewered balls in his hand. He continues to pull downward, drawing the attached ligaments and ducts out of the bloody opening.

"What's more important to you, jemmy ? Your pride, or your demon fan ?"

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

I start on my usual Litany of curses in German language. As soon as I see that I have gotten Logan's agonised attention, I call out,"Schatz ! Nicht verzweifeln !"before returning to the foul epithet I am calling Victor.

His continued screaming pierce my centre but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep your own Leslie Townes Hope alive. You know full well he will survive this.

belongings Mount Logan's skewered balls up to the photographic camera for me to see, Victor laughs at my futile efforts to insult him. As I watch the blood line gush down from Logan's groin, I swear to myself that the last laugh will be mine, no matter what the cost.


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

"Did you enjoy the show, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the chasteness on my go forth arm, replacing it with the Chain. I am so furious that I try to pull in 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 handgrip on his forearm with my fingernails and bust out a clump of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the cult burning in my heart reflected in my glowing eyes. His hand motion toward my face. My centre close reflexively and the tip of a sharp nipper touching each eyelid.

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

The claws withdraw and I can suspire again.

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

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

He is right. I would almost ingest preferred a forcible punishment to this. I want so much to say something to ease Mount Logan, but at least I can still see how fast he is healing and I will cognize when he is wholly again. It is nothing shortsighted of amazing to look out when his consistence literally re-grows a part. However, it does take sentence and he is clearly suffering a considerable sum of pain as it happens. If I were not trying to be secure for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how long it took, but at finale he looks at me with something other than pain in his locution. I smile tentatively and bring up one eyebrow in inquiry as I make the thumbs up signal with my mitt. He can not respond in kind, as his paw are totally encased in their constraint, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED


As winner again takes the slump out of my odd hand constraint and fastens it down, he remark cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well last clip, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be sorry you did that. I don't like it when my victim refuse to open me what I want. This time, you're not going to have a choice."

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

"Now, how do I want to configure matter ?"He glances from me to the monitors."Let's let Jimmy listen, but not see what's going on or be able to wee-wee himself heard."He sets the controls."Do we require to be able to watch his 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, pouf boy ?"

"Vas ?"

He flicks the tip of my phallus severe with his halfway finger, smiling as I wince."English language, call back ? Unless you're cursing at me, that is."

"Vhat do you intend ?"

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

It does not await particularly impressive. Just a form of a handle with a clear glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a cable. When he turns it on, the looking glass lights up with an eerie violet color. It looks like a very small version of those plasma ball in skill museums, where the Spark follow your fingers around on the aerofoil of the globe.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right field pap, and I expect him to touch me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small Dame Muriel Spark jump between the scepter and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny feelers are wiggling around. The muscles of my chest tighten in stimulation, and my nipples grow taut.

Victor turns a dial on the box, and a brighter glint jumps the gap. I gasp at the sharp snatch of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to cause real pain in the ass.

He moves the globe to my pull up stakes side, giving it the Saame intervention. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more energise by the strange flavor that are almost pleasure but also almost pain. No ! I do not want this to happen !

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

As he approaches my groin, my organic structure arches uncontrollably and I throw my head back as far as the metal band around my neck will allow. My teeth clench as I try to suffocate a moan in prevision of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the sparks move to one English, running down the inside of one thigh, then back down the other. Now, surely !

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

With this image held firmly in my brain, my penis falters. I can tell it is beginning to wilt, despite the Muriel Spark still dancing across my eubstance just above it.

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

"Oh, we're going to playact the same game we played last clip, are we ? Let's just see about that."

The arc dance rapidly up the length of my shaft, then focalise on the end, striking my divulge glans, my prepuce, and the sensitive domain around the frenulum.

As my stopcock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Mount Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the story, and the sight of his balls clutched in master's hand. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching genius deep in my groin, I deliberately try to conquer it. I will not let this come about !

Victor finally gives up. But why does his part sound so upbeat when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, fay boy. I could turn this up much in high spirits, but I'd just end up burning you, and that's not what I have in judgement. Looks like you win this round."

He leaves the room for a few minute of arc, then comes back pushing a modest cart with some sort of mechanism on it. He parks it following to the bed and punch it in. I do not like the feel of this. It is a alloy box with several meter and assorted transposition and buttons on the front.

"wish to take a guess, baby ?"When I can not come up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a lead : this is a medical gimmick that's used to get semen from a man who can not blunder out, for one reason or another, if he wishes to mother a child."

He looks at me expectantly. From the saying on my face, he can see that it is beginning to dawn on me what comes following. Picking up something from behind the box, he holds up what looks like some sorting of probe, about as long as a man's digit and the width of two fingers. It is mounted on the end of a slender wooden rod, with a wire going back to the box.

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

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real handy about this board, baby. The time has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire plane section that is usually between my legs faithful down, taking my seat along with it. I am left with my butt at the very boundary and my leg bent at the knees.

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

I do not thank him. My intellect has run back to a documentary I once watched about getting semen from prize Samson. It did not appear all that bad, but the bull usually bellowed pretty loudly when the current was turned on.

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

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

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

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

"Sure I would. Unlike you, he's pretty much perdurable, think of ?"

Setting the monstrous affair aside, he flips a electric switch on the box."The common procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the first, keeping it on for a mates of second base. Then repetition that until the desired results are obtained, usually about seven or eight endeavor. That seems too spry for me, so I'll scratch line at the low-down setting and work my way up. That should give you a prospect to savour the experience properly. I'm even going to put a condom on you to collect your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not terminal. I am proven right after only a few increases in power. There appears to be a point where the flavor of tingling excitement and mild tensing of the muscle changes into the muscles clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electricity can cause tan, but surely a medical exam gimmick meant to be used on humans would stop shortstop of that. Each time now as Victor pushes the button that turns on the current, the spasms become more intense, until it feels as if my insides are trying to call on themselves inside out. My entire lower body convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, groan, and come very close to sobbing.

"Oh, nice,"master croons."You're making me existent hot. go on it up."

Eventually, I am screaming.

"Okay, fairy boy, we're at the top of the scale. Now I just do it over and over again until you give me what I want. I think I'll increase the length of the pulses bit by bit also."

I have lost this battle and I know it. My riot get tawdry and longer each sentence, until finally I can not stop my eubstance from reacting.

"That's honest, baby. A few Thomas More clip and you should be fairly well vacate out."

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

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

"plosive speech sound ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a good one. Just a duad more and we'll be done."

By the fourth dimension he stops, my muscles are cramping and my legs and tail are pulling hard against their restraint. I whimper as tears run from my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I look daggers at him. I want nothing more than than to ‘ embrasure myself detached of the control and wipe that gloating smile off of his face, but that would set off the bombs and get Logan and me killed. Wait a minute. It would also get victor killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the bomb in Logan's elbow room that is supposed to be herculean enough to kill someone with that same healing broker, so it would only pop him if he were in Logan's way when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be willing to lead the chance that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would leave it up to me.

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

"Drecksau ! Du sollst in einem Kronleuchter verwandelt werden, so coney 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 ferment into a pendant, so he could advert by day and burn by night.

"Tsk tsk, fairy boy. That sounded nasty. guess you're pretty tempestuous at me."The script on my abdomen changes into fingertips pressing hard on the spiritualist pressure full point along the top of my pubic bones. I try to squirm away from the pain, but his deal follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

His early hand reaches into his own trouser and it is immediately obvious what he is doing."Louder, sister, louder ! Oh shit, yeah !"

The pain sensation stops as he comes. I am go away gasping for breathing space, struggling to get myself under control.

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

He changes the circumstance on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Mount Logan's face and hear his ragged external respiration.

"Maybe Jimmy'll have enough sense to collapse me what I want right away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Logan's look-alike."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more cooperative ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his only if reply.

Victor snarls. I hear the mouse click of the remote again."There. Now you can see and see what I do to Jimmy, but he won't be able-bodied to see or hear you."

Returning the table to its usual position, he gives me a final pat on the belly, then turns away to gather everything together on his little cart.



As I had feared, Logan again chooses to be just as uncooperative as I was. If he could experience heard me, I would sustain told him to give winner what he wanted as quickly as potential. Knowing Logan, he would not have taken my advice anyway, just to prove a breaker point.

So once again, I can do naught but watch and listen as Victor uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a stream that was meant for a bull, running it up a little at a fourth dimension, as his trunk convulses and he bellows much like a bull might take in. Eventually, of path, he is made to ejaculate various multiplication, just as I had been. I do not know if the current was decent to stop his heart, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When Victor is done, Logan hangs limply in his restraint, his head drooping on his bureau. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the Monitor go nigrify and the speaker falls silent.


It is not very long before Victor comes into my way, a complacent smirk on his face and a paper cup in his hand.

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

I look from the cup to his grammatical construction, 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 couple of times watching the recordings of late events."

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

"nearly of it is mine, you know."

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

Grabbing the cup, I suit my activity to my speech, even to the decimal 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 chemical reaction he desires. superior snatches the cup from my hand, crushes it, and fling it across the way."You disgusting faggot ! Have you no ignominy ?"

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a minute I am trusted he is going to shoot down me with his bare hands. Then he storms out the door, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he left my hand fastened only by the chemical chain, I reach down for the bottle of water and choose a sip, as I wonder if superior is even now offering Mount Logan a paper cup. I am odd as to how he will respond, but the monitor and speakers 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 turkey which will go off if I get out of my simpleness. I begin to call back he has lied, and, if so, then how many other things has he said that might also be lies ?


Finally, the proctor and speakers come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his restraints, with multiple bleeding slashes down the inside of both thighs. His expression is set in a painful grimace, 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 have it off he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and get down to heal.

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

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

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

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

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

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

"Vas ist los ?"No, I should not experience said that. I do not want Victor to even think that Logan realize German language."Sorry, I meant to ask vhat is wrong."

"I should ingest been able to terminate him from making me come."

"Vhy ? I could not. You are being too hard on yourself, mein -"just in prison term, I remember that I must not call him Schatz, since I do not need winner to pick up on the fact that I can use it to catch Logan's aid during my bouts of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your finger cymbals are full of adamantium and your torso heals fast, you are still just a man, nicht wahr ? Vhy is everything your obligation ?"

"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 Charles Herbert Best there is at everything, you know."

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

"No, ve are not. Ve are talking about you alvays taking upon yourself the lonesome responsibility, and the guilt that comes vith it vhen you fail."

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

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

"I should never bear come back. I should make just stayed with him. deep down, I'm as criminal as he is. The two of us belong together."

"Never say that ! It is not dead on target !"

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

"Kurt, listen. If you see a fortune to get yourself outta here, call me that you'll take it, and not care about me."

"Nein."

"You got ta, especially if you think you're in mortal peril. No issue what happens to me, salvage yourself. I'm likely to survive anyway."

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

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

I raise an eyebrow."Only probably ?"

"I suppose if I were blown into too many pieces, and those composition were deliberately separated and scattered far apart -"He leaves it hanging, then goes back to his main point."Promise me, Elf. I need to love that you'll save yourself, if at all possible."

I do not wish to prognosticate such a thing, as I have no aim 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 house and suspire hopelessly."But I have no theme how I could get out of here vithout blowing us both up, so it really makes no difference."

From the look on Logan's human face, I know my answer does not entirely satisfy him. He also does not want to reckon I have given up.

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

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

victor's spokesperson comes over the talker."All right hand, enough of that, you two lovebirds. side by side thing I know, you'll be professing your eternal dear and devotion to each early. Enough, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio. We are alone, with nothing but our mentation, and those thought are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a jolting idea of how it might be possible to escape, there are still a few affair I must make love before I dare try it. There are too many unknown, and besides, it involves doing something I would favor not to take in to do.

In the silence and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the hope that I can conceive of a better way out of here. I try not to dwell too lots on my eventual fortune, if I can not escape, nor on Logan's, but it is hard to restrain such circumstance out of my head.

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will face up it as bravely as I can. If there is nothing beyond death, then I have certainly had my share of joy in this lifetime, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will trust that it is worthy of the God I choose to have sex and worship, despite my many doubts and query. 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 floor has a drain strategically located so that he can simply urinate where he stands. Beyond that, winner cleans up when necessary. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except winner, as he would surely attribute these rather disagreeable tasks to someone else if he could.

Every time Victor leaves me, I have counted the second gear until he appears in Mount Logan's elbow room, if he does. I can get some idea of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimates range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a disunite building, but not at any great distance. It has seemed all along to be extravagant overkill to cause two construction, as he claims, but I can not prove it to be impossible from the lapse clock time. However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the threat of a bomb that could kill Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would shoot down Victor also.

I can give a rocky guess as to how wide the wall of these rooms are, judging by what I can see when Victor comes in or goes out. Assuming he does not go to the extreme of placing large objects outside my door and moving them whenever he comes or goes, which I judge unlikely, I could safely teleport to the area just beyond the threshold. Beyond that, I do not fuck what is directly exterior of this construction, or if the away doorway is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a prospicient time before winner returns. As common, he wastes no time fastening my carpus back down.

He turns on both the audio and the video, so my eyes go directly to Mount Logan's simulacrum. His principal lifts 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 breaker point of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my second joint, then side by side to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not offend, since he is using very petty pressure. In fact, it feels all too ripe. If I did not lie with the horrors those atrocious claws could do, I would bump this quite an arousing. I close my eyes, wishing it were Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my rear, where the wanton touch sends shivers of desire up my spine. Ja, there ! There !

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

"What's the matter, babe ?"master asks, his voice sarcastically sweet."Did I hit a tender spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

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

"I am too scared to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not want him to realize just how exquisitely that component part of my soundbox reacts. Why such a thing should bechance, I have no approximation. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my nates. In any case, I just want him to forget all about it.

But now he is running his claws down the under surface of my empennage, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my tail, especially underneath. It is truly no more sensitive than most of the rest of my organic structure. After all, my tail can hold my weight and do lots of former fairly strenuous things, so how medium could it be ?

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

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

"How vould you hump ?"

He taps a finger against his nose."Same way jemmy does. I've got that enhanced sense of olfactory modality also."

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

He is still intent on handling my tail, much to my discouragement. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily touch around it, bend it a slight, whatever he wants. My hips are also not restrained, so I can move around to an extent, to take some of the tenseness off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a petty experiment here, fairy boy. I just fall out to have this nice leather blindfold in my air hole. Maybe you'll love things more than 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 radiance eyes, but it should be well worth it."

The blindfold is all too effective. I can see nothing, even if I try to peek out underneath it. I know the sort of apprehension 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 take over it is risky than it truly is, especially if your tormenter deliberately tries to puddle you think so. However, knowing this does not make me finger a whole lot better about it.

I feel a sharp dickhead down near the end of my backside, just above the metal circle that holds it down.

"How would you like another phantasy scar, baby ? I could use this scalpel to make one proper here."

I seriously uncertainty he has a scalpel, but it is impossible to secernate just from what I felt. Another lighter prick, this one further up my tail.

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to reserve still, as my cancel chemical reaction would be to whip my fundament away and out of danger.

"Maybe you'd prefer something more striking than a tenuous cicatrice, since you've got mass of others. How about if I slice off a bit of hide instead ?"

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

"Since your rear end is so skinny and bony, maybe I need to travel to the thicker part, where there's more meat to work with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

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

"You know, I could start here and kowtow off a stratum of hide all the way down to the tip, maybe an in or so extensive. How about that ? I think it would look real pretty, don't you ?"

There is no result I can give him, early than to take back 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 hand, he presses it down against my cutis in a horizontal line across my bum.

"Hold veridical still now. I'd hate to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a nice direct credit line, don't we ?"

I tense against the call painfulness, even though I doubt he will do what he threatens to do.

"Kurt, don't believe him !"Logan's voice outcry from the loudspeaker."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a needle of some sort !"

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

"jemmy, you just spoiled my little game. Not only am I turning off the audio on your end, but now you're going to observe 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 phonograph needle, fairy boy, I've got a solid selection of them. assorted lengths and various gauge. You do do it that the higher the number, the narrower the diameter of the needle, right ? And frailty versa ?"

I do not desire my representative just now, so I nod my head.

"I've been using a 14 standard of measurement, but I think we'll Begin with something pocket-size, since I'll be starting near the end of your tail and working my way up higher as I go. I promised you something pretty before jimmy spoiled things, so I'm going to use the illusion phonograph needle that have decorations on them."

"medal ?"This concept is new to me.

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

"I do not like surprises."

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

I hear faint jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a collection of low metallic element objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 caliber needle, child, the smallest size of it I have."His digit move to the very end of my poor tail, where it comes to a fairly sharp point."clasp still now. There's not a lot of liberate peel for me to work with."

A small shaft, magnified by a mark against the underlying bone, then another cocksucker as the point of the needle comes out again. It does not offend very a great deal, but it is not comfortable either.

His digit move past the metal ring that secures my after part, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the double peter of a needle.

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

Like I really want to cognize that.

A little more painful, but certainly nada to scream about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my tail, informing me each fourth dimension when the diam of the acerate leaf gets larger. By the time he is close to the place where my bum meets my trunk, we are up to the 18 gauge ace. By now it definitely hurts, but that may also be due to the cumulative effect of all those other phonograph needle that are still in place.

"Last one for your shadower, faerie boy. This is a 14."

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

"I'm starting to really delight this short secret plan. How about you ? Having fun ?"

"Vhat do you consider ? Are you finished making a pin shock out of me ?"

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

He takes clutches of my phallus, pinching the skin along the top of the dig, just above the cicatrice."This is an 18, but it has a very nice decoration on it."

"Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !"

"Call me whatever you like, baby, but your prick is hard."

I clench my tooth firmly as the needle goes through the skin held between his fingers.

"Same thing below the scar. Got to be symmetric, you know."

I do not open my rima oris, but I can not continue back a groan.

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't worry, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very shortly. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it heterosexual person in."I hear a low chortle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to constitute me wait, while I anticipate what is to add up."I'm very sound at knowing exactly when erotic pain turns into real infliction, so don't bother to try to cozen me. I've learned to judge that edge very closely, because I can smack the difference. With you, I intend to stay put pretty close to that edge, although I may cut across it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eyes and look down at Victor's handcraft. There are indeed palm attached to each of the phonograph needle. Two shiny red kernel grace the top and the bed of the scar, while a inadequate chain of pearls dangles from the tip of my stiff penis. All the way down the length of my tail there are former similar affair : the persona of a diminutive cat, several form of flowers, a iris, a few small plume, a rainbow, a butterfly stroke. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feather !

I am well and truly gravel !

"well ?"Victor asks impatiently.

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

I glance at Logan's persona on the monitor. Even though he saw Victor doing it, he still appears somewhat dazed.

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

Mount Logan just shakes his head.

Victor snaps his fingers and exclaims,"Oh hoot ! I forgot the finishing touch !"He picks up what looks like a small blowtorch and lights it.

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

"No, no. Just one Thomas More little thing."He starts heating up a very slim down metal rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handle."They have a new figure for this, but I prefer the old name. Devil's fire. Watch. I'll show you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the dorsum of his hand."It burns, but not much, because it's done fasting. Hurts a bit more than if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the distributor point.

Why do I think it is not going to be that easy for me ?

"Holding it against the peel just a little longer makes it forged. Doing it in a very tender blank space makes it a lot worse."He rubs a finger over that spot between the base of my seat and my anus.

"No ! Victor, please !"

But the rod is already glowing hot in the flame."How about a skillful V ? Does that vocalise good ?"

It is not a question. He touches the side of the rod to my frame. Not very long, but long enough.

"That's the first one-half of the letter. Now we'll do the s half."

I clench my dentition and try not to flinch.

"There. Not nearly as impressive as those scars down your back from Jimmy's chela, but maybe this will pass on a scar for you to think back me by also. That is, if you live long enough for it to heal."

He runs a finger slowly up my tail, flicking each little medallion as he goes by. I am still trying to become accustomed to the painful sensation of the needle in my glans, not to observe the Nathan Birnbaum he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

pack a deeply intimation, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far spoiled than this in your life. Let it go. Better yet, toss it into that basement in your House of pain in the ass, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

victor has reached that medium spot now. Placing his fingertips on the tan, he rubs the entire area in a circular move, as if he knows that this stirs up a reprobate mixture of pleasure and pain throughout my entire groin. I can not help but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my head, lips still clenched tightly.

His hand shifts to my cock, holding it near the base of operations and rolling it slightly between his fingerbreadth. Another mixture of pain and delight, as my penis hardens Thomas More, increasing the pressure on the phonograph needle. As he continues to do this, I can feel the twitch of heightened desire Menachem Begin to make itself experience deep inside me. No ! Not now !

master evidently decides that this would be a good time to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Department of Energy Jimmy ever let you have a go at it him, faggot boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

When I do not reply, he takes my scrotum in his former script and squeezes tightly."Answer me when I ask a doubtfulness, baby."

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

It seems to have worked, as his sassing contort into a snarl."And exactly what did he let you do, you little slut ?"

"You vill let to ask him that."I know total well that I will bear for this, and I am not proven wrong.

"Don't drama biz with me. You'll find I'm much unspoilt 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 ass plug the like of which I have never seen in my lifespan. It is way too long and much too wide and does not nail down very much before the flame up end, as it should.

I whimper as I feel the narrowing end pressed against my opening, without even the welfare of lubricator.

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my nates near the base, holding me in topographic point."Hold still, dammit ! Don't give me a operose time, faggot boy, or you just might get my hand up your ass instead of this nice smooth dildo. I know an worry little variation on the usual technique of fist-fucking. Maybe you'd like for me to show it to you."

He clenches one hand into a fist and holds it up in front of my typeface. Then he opens his fingers, claws extended as far as potential, 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 sidesplitter of go would very quickly deform into a scream of suffering, as I sliced you open from the interior out and twisted your guts around my fingers."He glances over at Logan's image."You look as if you've got something to say, Jimmy. Here. I'll swap the audio frequency back on, if you promise to be polite."

"master, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

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

"All right, but only because you asked so nicely. But he's still going to get this butt plug up his ass far enough to remind him to be to a greater extent respectful."

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

I shake my head. He smiles and forces the plug harder against my distended sphincter. I am desperately trying to relax and accept what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he shoves the butt cud in the residue of the way, I feel something tear inside me and can not bottle up my thigh-slapper. His grinning becomes a wide smile.

bust run down my boldness as I glare at him, while Logan calls him obscene names and threatens unimaginable material body of mayhem.

Victor ignores us both.

"livelihood that quid in there, sprite boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the counter and proceeds to fit the leather strap around my waist and between my ramification. The shoulder strap between my legs is broad, but has an opening in the middle to permit my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide-cut part behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the infrastructure of the chaw. 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 keep back you busy for a piece, like maybe until tomorrow morning. By the way, the blood looks real squeamish seeping out around the leather strap, and all those Nice ribbon make you look quite bring. If I weren't so raging at jemmy right now, I might just be tempted --"He shakes his head."Nah. Another time."

Still fierce, he storms out the door, without releasing my left hand as he usually does. Trying to ignore the pain, I focus on counting the seconds but get no farther than three when superior appears in the former room. Even at a quick run, he could not have covered much length in such a short time. Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the case, there may well be bombs in both rooms that winner could set off if he wished, but I can not ideate he was so stupid as to set them up so that I could be responsible for for when they are detonated. However, there may well be sensors in my control that would detect my sudden absence in order that some former variety of less lethal boob maw would be sprung.

My conjecture are cut poor as I see Victor shove his clench fist into Logan's ass.

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

"Shut up now and pay attending. Remember how I just told your blue friend about putting my bridge player into him and then driving my claw through his sand ?"

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

But he has already begun to carry out his threat. At different Angle and on each monitor, I see his arm push up into Logan's eubstance so far that his helping hand opens a cut in his abdomen. I watch in horror as he closes his hand around the bowel twisted between his fingers then pulls down and out.

I can only barf as Logan bellows his agony. I force my eyes to remain clear, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.

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



Much later on, Logan has almost recovered from the trial by ordeal, which would have got left any other man, with the possible exception of Victor, dead. He still appears feeble and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his torso is inviolate again and I can reasonably carry that his sacked abdominal muscle organs are in the process of regenerating.

He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the pilot injury. I suppose that makes sense. Even for an ordinary somebody, I have noticed that the recovery time after being injured can be worse under some consideration, so since his healing is very quicken, 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 mend, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain inside me. I have no theme of how badly I may be injured, as a punctured colon does not hurt all that much until later, when infection sets in and the abdominal cavity becomes septic. It could equally well be zero beyond a bad teardrop in my anal sphincter, but I do not think so. There is a botheration deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not push out the too-large chaw. Nor can I adjust to the gruelling pressure sensation and stretch it is forcing on my rectum and probably the humbled part of my sigmoidal colon as well. Usually I can relax and allow myself to open and debase, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to adapt to before, even Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to curb myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not stop a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a moan every fourth dimension my blackguard gut contracts hard against the abuse it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing muscle spasm that I hear Mount Logan's voice.

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

I can not stand to see him concerned for me, after the pain he has gone through and is probably still feeling. But I am gladiolus he has recovered enough to be capable to speak to me.

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

I can think of nothing he can do that would better things in the slightest. But I nod.

"finale your eyes, darlin ’, and don't open up them again. Now, focus only on my voice and what I'm sayin ’.

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

"Sshh. Just listen. This prison term, 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 carry you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the craziness out of my head before I take it out some other way on soul else. You don't say anything. You just open your legs for me and conclude your eyes, preparing to tolerate it."

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

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

"I want you to imagine something that is totally out of true. make I've got a cock as big around as my pep pill arm and just as long. Don't laugh, darlin ’. Just pretend. I'm immense 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 deeply and profoundly into your body. I'm shtup you, opening you, filling you completely, violating you horribly.

"Imagine you want me inside you, even though you know it will hurt. Imagine you can pick up me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your wooden leg, holding your pelvis tight against me, knowing I'm pain you, but wanting so much to give you pleasure, not pain. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in order to stick around sane.

"I can see the face on your face as you try to hold me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in encourage, but you don't tell me to contain. You only struggle to accept it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can enjoin it's hurtin'you a lot, since your cock is barely firmly. very much as I want to give you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is get pain, and that tears me up inside, but I can't plosive consonant.

"It feels so wonderful, so well, to be inside you. I'm about to add up, but I desperately want you to relish it also. One of my script moves up to your thorax, my fingers spread wide to bear on and rub those bid nipples. I wrap my early hand around your cock, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed slit. You gasp as your body responds. I can feel your muscles clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing spasms that drive me wild. I can't hold in back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My fingers work you frantically now. Your dead body opens impossibly further, yielding to my relentless attack, pulling me in deeper. I can keep out no longer. With a few more CVA, I take my going deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest 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 sexual climax. The bass aching pain is still there but seems less, perhaps because he has relieved some of the tension in my gut. I want to cry. I want to hold him while he holds me. But reality will not tolerate that. I keep my eyes closed, so I do not have to see what is really out there.

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our bathroom to start the hot H2O running in the tub. I come back and lift you up from our bed, carrying you in my arms then lowering you into the water. I know you're still hurting. I can see it in your face and the way you grimace whenever you move. As the tub fills up, I kneel beside it, massaging your belly gently, trying to ease the tightness of the heftiness I can find beneath my hands. And they do relax, a short, but I can still sense that aching hardness inside you.

"I soap you up and rinse you off with the shower bond while the water runs down the drainpipe. I help you up and wrap you in one of those big towels we have. I support you as you use the toilet, then express you back to bed. I tuck the quilt around us both as I gather you into my sleeve, where I can arrest you against me.

"I kiss your hair's-breadth and the point of your ears and your closed eyelids. I place my bridge player once more on your belly, just above your penis and on top of that scratch that stretches from one face to the other. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so practically to pee it stop. I long to cure you, but all I can do is heal myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to heal oneself, when you can not also heal the 1 you love. All I can do is hold you end and hope that I may never throw to let you go. Finally, you rest your hired hand on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your soundbox relaxes a bit at a time. Your drumhead lolls against my chest. And I lie beside you through the endless nighttime, keeping picket as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his blazonry, I sleep until shortly before the next time that Victor comes in to waken me up.



Yes, there is surely something awry. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the stabilize ache deep inside me, on top of my early accumulated hurts. I feel as if I have a feverishness and I am terribly hungry, far more than I should be. But I can not even reach for the water nursing bottle, since Victor did not free my hand at all finis time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten much since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my abdomen is downright queasy just at the view of nutrient. These are all possible symptoms of peritoneal inflammation, so the most likely understanding, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid El Salvadoran colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal cavum and causing infection. My metre is clearly running out. I can not afford to trifle games with master much foresightful. One way or the former, this must end soon.

As soon as winner comes into the elbow room, he unfastens the harness around my pelvic girdle and pulls out the goat stopper. The abrupt stretchability split my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the clip I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the hole of rakehell and fluid.

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

I have caught my breather now, and the most Holocene epoch bed of botheration has eased off a bit. I start in on my German cursing, to get him used to it.

"All right, enough of that shit."

gift in to one of the strange quirkiness of roguery that often invade my head, I conclude with another of my Germanized versions of a Yiddish curse."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"

"I said enough !"He runs his hand down the medallion that are still in my ass, then flicks his digit hard against the needle in my glans.

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

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

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

"Oh dear ! Did I draw a blank to resign your deal last meter ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the board and brings out the water nursing bottle."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in brain, but we'll first there."

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

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

Warily, I nod.

"We seem to be out of body of water. Maybe you'd like to fuddle some of my piss, hmm ? I'm sure you'd prefer his -"He jerks a pollex toward the monitors, which show Logan watching us intently"- but that's not in the picture."

I make a disgusted face and shake my head.

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

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

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

"My, my. The little fairy boy is anxious for it, is he ? He wants to palpate my big hammer inside him. Maybe I'll oblige you sooner than I had planned, since you're so hot for me. But number one I want to experience a little fun."

He rests his hand low down on my belly. I suck in my intimation and grimace.

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

O Gott, now I am in for it !

His fingers trace across my belly, probing to retrieve the orbit that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the left wing of shopping mall, I gasp.

"Right there, huh ?"I do not like the smiling that spreads across his side. The heel of his hand presses down hard on that office, rubbing in small circles.

I can barely subdue a scream. I whimper, and plead,"Nein ! Bitte, superior, nein !"

“'Bitte, victor, nein,'” he mocks."I know what that means, baby. I think I like to hear you say that."He releases the atmospheric pressure then pushes down once more."Say it again."

I scream and say it again.

"But I'm supposed to be trying to fire 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 mouth over my right nipple and sucking. At number 1, it feels nice. I dare to relax a bit and try to get myself under control during this sure as shooting brief respite. I feel a handwriting orbit for my former teat, pinching it lightly. If the balance of my physical structure did not hurt so much, this might almost be pleasant. But the small-scale amount of money of pee that I managed to pledge is not sitting well in my stomach, and the aching in my gut has turned into piercing spasms.

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

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

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

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

When he starts pinching and pricking that sensitive area with his claws, I can not help but try to pull away from him, even though I know wide-cut well that it is hopeless.

"Hell, fairy boy, by the clip you feel my peter inside you, it'll be a sculptural 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 follow you come while I'm fucking you ?"

"That vould not be too bad, boilersuit,"I inform him as blithely as I can supervise."Perhaps you vould then like to vatch me get along vith Jimmy inside me ? Or me inside jimmy ?"

He laughs."You are an outrageous footling jade, 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 sidereal day. Maybe I'll keep you alive a footling longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How practically is your aliveness 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 inimical retort.

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

But instead of looking at me as he says that, his eyes playground 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 see why. Now I think I know.

He does not trust me. He does not even care about me. I am only a pawn in the biz he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the response !"You love Jimmy,"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 just form of lovemaking you know."I let him suppose about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. jemmy loves me, not you. You can not endure that."

"Shut up, queer boy."

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

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

"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to toss off me."

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

"Nein. You vill not defy. The foresighted jemmy 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 with me. What do you say to that, smartass ?"

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

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

"Because as long as I am animated, there is a prospect he might find oneself that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not fend the approximation that jemmy loves me far more than he could possibly love you."

He places his helping hand flat on my abdomen."You'd comfortably 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 have intercourse you."I meet his optic directly, hoping my next challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to roll in the hay me, because you might find out you like it. Do you retrieve I have not noticed how punishing you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me better than you like screwing Jimmy."

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

"Go ahead, big man. Do it. Maybe it vill make believe Jimmy 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 glowing heart at him, giving him an self-important glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so give ear up on jemmy that you are not capable of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

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

"Better men than you have told me to shut my oral cavity, Victor."I smile again."But I never learn."

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

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

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

Desperate to celebrate Logan from interfering any further, I add one More furious ‘ curse ’."matt ! Hab ‘ nen plan ! Sei bereit !"

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

He adjusts the mesa, much as he did once before, dropping the discussion section with my nates downwards so that my ass is at the bound, and my branch are bent sharply.

"Makes it easy for me to get in real recondite, from this angle."He steps between my knee joint, holding up his prick for me to see."If you're in such a hurry 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 member is a weapon of quite a little end. However, almost any member can go a arm of sort, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than formula. This is clearly what Victor intends.

I close my heart and try to sack up my mind in order to focus on the floating obnubilate meditation that helped so much when Logan fisted me. But Victor will not grant me this escape cock.

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

I shake my head.

"clear them, dammit ! Or you'll get my fist instead of my turncock !"

I surrender to that demand.

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

As he did with the butt fire hydrant, he simply shoves his shaft 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 a good deal ! I can not keep quiet, nor can I stop struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a someone can form to verbalize both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new ones from Victor Creed.

"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so sure of yourself anymore, are you, you blue while of diddley ?"he says between grunt."Gon na force it in so far that it rips your bowel apart, queen boy."

He could almost make respectable on that threat, if he kept at it long enough. I can barely keep my intellect on what I must do, but I have to take it for a trivial while longer. I want all of him inside me, in order to be trusted.

Then he hits a place that turns the pain into agony.

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

The consequence I feel his glob smack against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the full purpose of taking it along and leaving the rest period of him behind.

I reappear just outside the room access of the room, and realize that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any doubt, the screeching and cursing that reaches me even through the conclude door would have convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should take place at any arcsecond. I hold my breath and pray. The only thing I hear is a lenient"poof ”. No bomb, but only the Sami gas that he used to capture us ! I continue to hold my breath.

Now I must trust that my conclusion about Logan being in this same building are decline. If not, once Victor gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be able to hail after me. Or worse : if I am wrong and there is another building, he may set off the bomb calorimeter under Mount Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left and to the right. There is zippo but a short circuit corridor, with one doorway on the English contrary to mine and one door next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must witness Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a track of blood behind me. There is only so much clip left before I have to rest, or before I collapse from deprivation of blood, for I know some of that blood is mine.

The door on the other side of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious sustenance stern but no windows. The room access at the end is locked.

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

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

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

And determine myself right next to Logan ! His eye flare panoptic with surprise and hope, as I wrap my branch around him.

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

There is an open field, perhaps a helipad, as everything beyond that in all focussing appears to be thick jungle. All rightfulness, the far end of the helipad is the proficient I can safely manage.

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the vegetation, but I can see an orifice under one of the tumid Tree, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us several more times. Each clip, I grow weakly, sicker, and more exhausted.

Finally I have to stop. My stifle go imperfect. Logan wraps an arm around my waistline to underpin me as I collapse to the ground.

"Kurt, are you OK ? There's descent 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 as shooting I could do such a affair, but apparently I can. It serves him right."I smile up at him, before I gag and suppress the urge to vomit, as I realize what I have to do next."Logan, you must help -"

This time 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 ruin off a short piece."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any more price to your mouth. Now, push as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the spliff as I try to obey. Even so he has to open me foster with his digit in social club to get a clench on the ragged and torn bod of master's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a wow and push again as he pulls it out, but I do not go. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accumulated shock of what has happened over the last few days, not even looking as Mount Logan tosses the remains into the George Walker Bush around us.

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

I whimper bravely in reply. I am absolutely certain there is Thomas 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 necessitate to fuck 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 context. 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 go around my cheek and pile the easy, sticky meat against and partly into my anus."hope me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

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

"No worries on that score, Elf."

"master - he vill grow it back ?"

"Yeah. It may take a few time of day 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 hoot needles out of you first. That is, unless you've become attached to your adorable ‘ decorations'by now and would like to keep wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my posterior, quickly pulling out the phonograph needle and tossing them away, then working on the single in my penis. The concluding one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts to a greater extent than I had expected. A driblet of blood fountainhead up, but Mount Logan wipes it away with a fingerbreadth."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a little and smile through clenched dentition.

He glances around, trying to get his bearings."OK, we've got ta be far from here before winner recovers enough to come lookin'for us. How far are we from where we were being held, and which direction did we fare from ? I lost runway after the firstly jump."

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

Mount Logan leans forward over me."Then we'll go in the antonym commission. Put your blazon around my neck, I'm gon na carry you."

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his arms, a knifelike spasm tears through my bowel. I cry out, clutch his neck even harder, and then hand out.

After that I have no ordered remembering of what happened for the foresightful part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the prison term, with flutter sequence of half-consciousness merge in.

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

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

His watchword penetrate the merciful swarthiness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his unflagging blazon. At first I try to disregard the hoo-ha. I am so comfortable here. No pain, no veneration, just a fog of idle words. But the part is stern. He jogs me slightly. A sharp spasm of painfulness parts the curtains of my semi-conscious peace.

"Mount Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my optic open and my mind back into vigilance. Briefly, I hope we have reached safety, but the greenery still surrounds us. Bleary-eyed and confused, I realize we are on the banking company of a wide 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 climb one of these trees, and I don't want ya lyin'here unconscious and vulnerable. Do ya understand me ?"

"Ja, I understand,"I assure him.

As gently as he can, he lowers me down onto a fairly fluid office of dry land at the base of a tree. The trunk is so wide of the mark that both Mount Logan and I holding hands could not easily gird it. There are no branches lower 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 baseball swing and welts from worm bites, in varying stages of healing. For the thing of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut aches, I am weak as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly athirst, not to observe shaking with cold, despite the gamy temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant mode. But it will not help to point that out to Logan. He may consume guessed, but if he has not, I will result him in ignorance for now. He has enough to worry about.

I look up at the outgrowth, forcing my mind to concentrate."Ja, I can get up there if I must. Go,"I urge him.

Extending his blades, he literally claws his way up the trunk until he reaches the blue offshoot, then is quickly lost to sight in the slurred leafage. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the hypothesis that Victor is tracking us even now, not to remark all the possible dangers that may ambuscade in a hobo camp such as this. destruction follows all too easily in the Wake Island of carelessness in such an environment.

It is not yearn before Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the vast tree automobile trunk in his hurriedness to reach the solid ground. upheaval and succor 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 spinning top of construction in a glade. Even if it's only a small town or grove, all we need is a phone or radio receiver to hand the star sign and get service. But we'll have to cross 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 strength to ‘ larboard us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swim ?"

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

By now, he has again lifted me in his arms. I gaze across the river, the public eye of luminance from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The aloofness appears to be approximately three kilometers. I can see what looks like a absolved stretch of sand on the far English, just about opposite from us. Ordinarily, I could do it easily, but now I am debile and sick.

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

He makes an campaign to smile, adding a sardonic snort."Saame 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 metre to disagree. Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, I take us away from our present position.

vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that stale and discharge place that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with blackness windup in on my visual modality. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own realism !

Then we are sprawling in the moxie on the far slope of the river, so perilously closely to a tree that I could give out and refer it. Logan's face is distinctly special K. My stomach doesn't feel too near either.

"Rough tripper and a miry landing,"he says with an crusade at a indisposed grinning."But any landing you can walk away from -"

"—is a well one,"I finish for him, trying to recall his grin but hoping I will not throw up instead."I am horribly athirst. Do you call back it vould be safety to drink from the river ?"

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

"drying up may be a bully risk to me than the body of water, right now. I vill take the chance, if you vill assist me."I try to rise, but can get no advance than propping myself up on one elbow before my principal starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as a great deal water as he can hold in the palm of his hands and holds it to my sass. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to facilitate. After a few more inadequate handfuls, he shakes his head."No more right now, darlin ’. Even if the water's OK, you may throw up. Give it a few minutes and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing piss. The sun sinks behind the trees on the far position. dark will be here soon.

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

"I figure we escaped not long after sunrise, so that would make it the greater character of a day so far."

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

"Yes. If he can find our scent to get down with, he'll be on our trail."

"And he vill be madder than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

secretiveness falls over us again. The urine sits great in my stomach, but shows no tangible planetary house of coming up. I place one hired hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels hard as a board. Not practiced 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 good human body, you're right. I can pick up that much from your smell,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

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

A few more handful of water and I am again lifted securely in his arms, as easily as if I were a modest child. Now, at last, I can stop fighting the impuissance and relax. My head lolls against his shoulder as he continues our trek through the hobo camp. The comforting darkness of oblivion holds me in its munition and I know cipher more.



When I begin to total to again, I have not even the enduringness to open my eyes at first. I can tell I am lying on a concentrated padded surface. Please God, we are not back in winner's work force ! !

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

Through the haze of fever and painfulness, I feel something blind drunk around my arm, followed by the belittled stab of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, soul is starting an IV on me. A medical checkup facility. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my inwardness. I realize I am terribly athirst. I open my eyes, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two foreign fair sex, one of whom continues to search for a vein in my dry up body.

Licking dry sassing, I try to speak."Agua, Senhorita ?"I ask, voice cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. rightfulness away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her call out,"Senhor Logan ! Wake up. Your booster is awake !"

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 practiced to see him alive and well.

The woman returns quickly and holds a glass of piddle to my rim, helping me curb my head teacher up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill populate. I think."

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

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

He becomes serious."I know, darlin ’. But the New World blackbird will be here any instant now to clean us up. Hang in there."

"I vill,"I assure him.

The womanhood has at last gotten the IV communication channel set up and started something dripping into my venous blood vessel. Whatever it is, it hits me fast. I recognize the feeling as my drumhead begins to feel Inner Light and my cognisance fades.

"Mount 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 follow or not before I pass out.



AFTERMATH

I have just crossed the lawn and started into the Mrs. Henry Wood when I hear running footsteps behind me. Alarmed, I start to bend but then Logan's vox calls out,"Kurt ! Wait up !"

Of form, I wait.

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

"I'm healing vell from the surgery and the infection is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not need to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some illuminate physical exercise vould be honest for me, so I am taking a valk."

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

"It is so too soon, I vas certainly you vould still be numb and I did not vish to disturb you. Why are you up at this minute anyvay ?"

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

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

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

"Ja."Seeing the inkling in his eyes, I add quickly,"Vell, maybe not quite that OK. Hank says no anal retentive sex for a full long vhile. And nix too rough even then."

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

"I have been lying in bed in the infirmary for over three veeks. Right now, I feel the indigence to travel around in the fresh air and sunlight again."

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in muteness. The green of the leaves and Dubyuh surrounding me seems smart than usual and the motley of nature pleasure my eye, after staring at the beige walls of the infirmary for so long.

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

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

"Isn't that kind of far away for your kickoff pass ?"

"Not if ve beguiler a little."I grab him and ‘ port us both a couple of nautical mile closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Logan ? You look a little leafy vegetable around the gulls."

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

I give him a bewilder look."Who cares ? It makes no more sense one vay or the other."

I am mostly just teasing him, to guide his mind off the fugitive nausea teleporting usually causes him. I put my hired hand in his and pull him along."come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the trees. It is beautiful other 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'serious, Kurt. There's something I've got to ask you, but I wanted to give you some time to recover first."

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

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

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

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

"Then you have my answer already. storm, ja. Angry, nein."

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

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

"I was still trying to imbibe all the affair 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 clock time 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 rack up of it. The high-risk is that I loved it. I loved it so practically that I spent an entire month with him, and almost made it the rest of my life. Yet it was awful. Brutal and vicious 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 thrifty not to damage him, like I do with everyone else. Does that make sense ?"

"Yes, actually, it does."Of track he would delight it with a pardner who is not so fragile 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 present him that.

I take a breather, as I prepare to ask a interrogation of my own, mindful that I may not like the solution."How much vere you tempted to bide 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 Sojourner Truth to lies. So vhy did you not rest ?"

"For one matter, all the stuff he told me about what we had done together when we were jr. - wellspring, some of it just wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. All the wars, the combat and killing. I dunno. After the wars were over, the earth wasn't a totally lot better that I could notice."He shrugs."I didn't want to survive like that, and I knew I would have 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 incur out as much about my past as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his hands, as if to ward off my succeeding words before I could say them."I know, I know. That was pillock and I'm sorry."

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

"Hey, ya got that one right wing !"

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

We both get a gag out of that.

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

We hurry the remainder of the way through the trees. The water glitter in the ahead of time morning sun, as a wanton pushover skips over the aerofoil. I drink in the surface area of blue, fringed with K vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not suffer such lulu to see upon now and then. Yes, nature is cruel and unthinking, yet that is what our eyes seek out, that is what they are think to reckon. I stand as if transfixed, drinking it all in.

"C'mon, darlin ’. Let's sit down here against this tree and be comfortable. I just happen to cause a yoke of granola bars 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 next 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 taste finale as long as potential. Logan devours his in three pungency. 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 sure if there is any more he can say that I truly want to bed. But I am the one who places so much importance on silver dollar and openness, so I can not refuse."Go on."

"Remember after I first came back, I told you about that clip I thought about you sleeping in my arms just before I left, and how much I missed you ? What I didn't tell you was that it happened while I was lying adjacent to Victor, after we had fucked until we were both so bad off that we could do cypher but lie there waiting to heal. That's when I made up my mind. The next morning I told him I was leaving."

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

He shrugs uncertainly.

"If anything, it makes me feel better."

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

"It is childlike. 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 stop him."Yet still you thought of me, and decided to return to me. Vhat more could I vant ?"

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

"Of course it does. If there vere no temptation to abide there, nothing but the wild and your fear for me, you vould not consume given up something that vas of heavy value to you in order of magnitude to be vith me."

"You're crazy, darlin ’."

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

"turd, Elf ! Ya didn't just hold your own. You rescued me. Do you think I didn't posting that ?"

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

He heaves a sigh."No. Not if it bothers you. But my past experience with lovers, at least as very much as I can commemorate, isn't exactly reassuring."

"I am not one of your by fan. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible fishworm, think of ?"

"Yeah. How could I forget ?"He leans around to kiss me punishing and long. As common, he ends up with ancestry on his mouth from pressing too hard against my sharp dentition. He rubs it absently away with the spinal column of one hand, then stares intently at that hand.

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

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

"Vas ?"

"You heard me. Suck me off. Or if you'd prefer to be fondness, execute 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 military action to wrangle, I give him an magnify smile, then rick my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right mind vould put his penis into my mouth, not even master. You have never done Thomas More than occasionally hold yours up to my sassing vhen you are ready, so I can drink your cum."

I lick my lips at the view, recalling the feeling and the predilection of him.

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

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

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

"Not deliberately, no. But in the heat of mania -"

I leave that hanging as I start to suffer 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 pick up me out, huh ?"His hand is still around my can. He slides his finger's breadth a little way along my tooshie until they are at the place where it joins my trunk, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The burn that Victor inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible scrape. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.

I do not have to gibe to outride where I am. I know my indrawn breath and the glow that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.

"clear your mouth as across-the-board as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the best you can do ?"

I nod, my mouth still stretched afford. It is painfully apparent that the temporomandibular joints where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as pliant as near of the rest of my joints.

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

I can do that and still hold open my dentition absolved of his finger.

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

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

The hand that was on my tail moves around to the front to strive down into my sweatpants and conduct time lag of my turncock. As my soundbox reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can finish it. I taste blood. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to chance. You've got ta pay more tending to what you're doing and to a lesser extent to what I'm doing, that's all."

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

He leaves his pollex in my back talk, 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 eyes close, imagining I have something more interesting between my back talk, wondering how it would feel.

His deal goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His fingers pinch one of my nipples sharply, but I do not react by forgetting about my teeth. No stemma this time.

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

He is now rubbing his thickened palm over the tip of my mamilla. I refuse to be distracted from my job, even though my prick is getting hard and my quarter is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lips present a little upwards crotchet as he rises to his feet."You're a strange one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall holler it even."I kneel and start unfastening his swath, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree diagram. Very quickly, I have his blue jean and underwear pushed down his second joint, with his stiffening cock jutting out above the fabric. His thick pubic haircloth obscures the understructure, but his foreskin has already begun to draw back as he becomes engorged. I can smack the characteristic olfactory sensation of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come in before I take him, since I do not expect to be capable to keep my mouth undefendable as wide as will be necessary for a hanker time.

As I reach for that so-familiar phallus, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this slant. It feels different somehow. Around us, the fowl and the insects sing their Song, and the thin lapping of the wave on the shore go on time. The breeze brings forth a whisper of leaves from the tree command processing overhead time, as I glance up the length of Logan's body from my new vantage point, my fingers teasing his irradiation with gruntle touches, soon changing into a steady solidus as they combine to hold him within a fist. His hip joint begin to actuate in meter with my rhythm and he groans.

I lick the mind of his member, swirling my tongue around the sensitive corona, then add my lips, sucking his twat. How often have I taken this tremendous part of a man's body into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to life that fire that always smolders deep inside me ? And yet, how fragile a thing it is, to be able to have such joy.

In a quick split second of sense, I remember how it felt to ‘ port while taking victor's cock along inside me. Yes, all too tenuous, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the store. Would I have done that, if I did not cognise he could heal ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no former choice.

Logan's consistence is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum bod at his slit and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to take him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to breed my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not comfortable for my jaws to open this far, but I am determined not to stimulate him any damage, but only feed him pleasure.

He pushes deeper into my mouth, tentatively at first, then with more trust as he meets with no pain in the neck. As he hits the book binding of my throat, I can not repress a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to nurse him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the ache in my jaws.

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

A rush runs through me at his lyric, and I try punishing to go through his prick fully. But it is unmanageable, and an unfamiliar thing for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to follow the rhythm of his thrusts as well as I can. His hired man touches the binding of my foreland, but he does not try to force me faithful, as surely must be his pulse. He just holds my haircloth and murmurs,"So good, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is hard to pass off around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer keep my lip as all-inclusive open. I feel him scrape one of my down in the mouth teeth and appreciation blood, but it does not appear to bother Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous image flashes across my idea : kneeling at the Lord's table rail as the non-Christian priest lays the consecrated Wafer on my tongue, then offers me a sip from the goblet. Is this thought desecration - or just a different cast of holiness ? At one and the same clock time, I beg my God for forgiveness and crack thanks for the almost unendurable smasher of this moment.

Then my oral cavity is empty and Logan is kneeling in front of me, hugging me close against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

His work force unfasten my rap, as I realize I have a hard and aching erection. Barely do I feel the warm gentle wind on my freed pecker, followed by the touch modality of his hired man on the sensitive flesh than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprisal, Mount Logan raises his hand to his lips and sucks the satiny lump of seed into his mouth, then kisses me with the gustatory sensation of my own cum, as our spit intertwine. I have always thought that to be a nauseate matter to do, yet this fourth dimension it is not. It is only a deep sharing between us.

We break apart, and he pulls me down to lie with my forefront on his arm in the sang-froid grass.

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

"I do not consider that vill ever get my commencement choice for sex, mein Schatz,"I reply regretfully.

"Hurts, huh ?"

"Ja."I wiggle my jaw from incline to side experimentally."I vish I vere like a snake in the grass, and could dislocate my jaws in decree to svallow large objects."

"Just be gladiolus ya never had to turn over Victor a blow job, darlin ’."

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

But already the image has flashed across my judgement of superior's manus tearing through Mount Logan's gut, and his scream of painfulness tintinnabulation 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 school principal on his chest of drawers, his arms clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

"Here."He takes my mitt and leads it to his abdomen."I want ya to finger it, not just say you know. All OK. See ?"

"Ja."I take a deep breather and slack a bit."Ich will dich nicht verlieren."

"Ya won't fall behind me, ya dull Kraut,"he says, ruffling my fuzz."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 master, I guess."

"Could you understand any of it ?"

He laughs."Ya retrieve I didn't learn most of the dirty words first, darlin'? I will admit to being a bit confused about the onion and the pendent though."

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

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

"I wouldn't enumeration on it, darlin ’. I wouldn't count on it."




High German Translation HELL HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! dear God !

Bitte, Victor, nein ! Please, Victor, no !

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like sin !

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

Scheisse ! Irish bull !

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

Du Schweinkerl ! Du Miststück !
You filthy creature ! You piece of manure !

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

Entschuldigung. Pardon me.

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

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






German language rendering. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

Kein mehr ! Hör auf ! No to a greater extent ! Stop !

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

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

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
Damn ! The Devil take you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! cruddy brute !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
layover ! ( Nipponese Martial graphics term which has been established in a previous story that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be prepare !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

agua toad Spanish for water



High German displacement AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's wrongly ?

Scheisse ! Irish bull !

Ich will dich nicht verlieren.I do not want to lose you.

Vas ? What ?



STORY ARC - In Order

Something a Little Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us sinner
With nix on My tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury