This is the 6th story of a much long account arc, which is best read in the rules of order of the list at the end.

version of German actor's line or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to piss the meaning fairly clear in context.




nether region HATH NO hysteria. ..


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


PRELUDE : Happily Ever After ?


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

finale thing I can remember, we were sitting at our usual mesa at the local mutant-friendly bar. I was about to ordering another half XII beers for Logan. ( Yes, I had been dopy enough to need him up on one of his wager again. Someday I will con not to do that. )

In any typesetter's case, there was a muted"fag"and the air was filled with a midst, choking swarm of some form of gas. Before I could even grab Logan and teleport us outside, the Earth was already going blackamoor around the border and the floor was coming up to meet me fast.



blaze HATH NO vehemence

Groggy and still half out of it, I force my eyes capable. I am in a small room with bright lights, perfect white bulwark, no windows,
and only one door. I can see the book binding of a rather bulky man standing near one of the walls, looking at a data processor projection screen. Above his head there are six magnanimous varan, which are all blank. He has not yet noticed that I am witting, so I remain still and subdued in order to evaluate my situation.

I am lying on my spinal column on a firm but padded surface. Glancing down, I can see that I am totally defenseless, with some sort of restraint around my wrist joint and articulatio talocruralis, which hold my workforce down by my incline and my ramification straight but slightly spread apart. My tail is pulled down between my stage, with something clamped around the minute constituent, just before the sagittate end. Worst of all, there is something closely and hard fastened around my neck. Lieber Gott, let it not be one of those device that prevent sport from using their king ! I try very slowly to raise my head, but I can not. Concentrating, I can feel that the device does not encircle my entire neck opening, but only holds me down. It is not a collar, then.

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

Yes, but that only gets me off of this table, or whatever it is. I am not now aware of where this room is located and what surrounds it, and thus have no idea what is behind any of these walls. If that one room access is locked in such a way that I can not spread out it from the inside, I would still be trapped in this room, unless I am willing to teleport subterfuge and require my chance. Not a adept bet, even under the best of circumstances.

And where is Logan ? What has been done with him ? That thought is plenty to institutionalise a twinge of fright through me. Has he been captured also ? Or is it just me ? Has Logan perhaps already been killed somehow ?

The man at the computer turns around. I have never seen him before and have no thought who he is, but in some way of life, he resembles Mount Logan. Obvious brawniness, wickedness hairsbreadth, dark eyes. He even has the same kind of extravagant sideburns that almost but not quite come together at his Kuki, but they are perhaps trimmed just a bit shorter than Logan's. His hair is also shorter, and it has begun to recede slightly at his synagogue. His face is more square off, with fleshy lower jaw. His nose is straight, but prominent.

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

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

"I know you've been awake long enough to realize that teleporting might be a misapprehension, since you can't get out of this room like that without taking a big risk. smarting boy. I was almost hoping you'd try it, so that I'd have an excuse to beat you up, assuming you survived."He shrugs sarcastically."Oh well, suppose 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 dog collar around your cervix that are supposed to be able to preclude a variation from using his powers, aren't you ? The answer is simple : the technology just hasn't been perfected enough. I find that nigh of them work some of the time, and some of them work most of the time, but they don't all work all of the clock time. Besides, being myself a mutant, I just have this aversion to the red cent things. I'd rather do it the old-hat way and build out how to capture and hold the specific mutation, or sport, that I'm after. Makes for more of a challenge. Don't you agree ?"

"Uh - yes, I guess so."

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

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

"As it happens, I can do safe than that. I can show you."

He raises one hand and detail a outside restraint device toward the blank monitors. All six screens come to lifetime, showing me images of Mount Logan from different angles and at varying space. He is standing spread-eagled and staring naked in the middle of what looks very a good deal like a duplication of this elbow room, held in place by a curiously-designed system of grievous control and metal measure. He is bleeding from numerous excision and stroke and assorted other wounds, but they are clearly in the process of healing. His pass sags forward on his chest.

"Logan !"I shout.

"Save your breath, babe. He can't hear you. The video is on both ways, but the audio recording's turned off right now. Here, I'll turn it on, but only so that he can hear us, not the other way around."He aims his remote and clicks again."That will salvage me from having to tell the normal over again to him."

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

"Forget it, Jimmy. We can't take heed you."

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

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

"I gave a lot of thought to designing restraints that would book Jimmy, since his pincer can cut through damn near everything. However, even if he can continue them, he can't get on the loose unless he can use them to cut whatever's holding him in place. It would have been slow enough to simply secure his forearms and hands back flat against a wall, so that he couldn't use his claws to cut himself relax, but I wanted him in a place that gave me access to his consistency from all commission, not just the figurehead. If you take a look at the crossbar that runs between the alloy restraints that enclose his arms from above his cubitus to the terminal of his outspread fingers, you'll observation that his claws, if he bothers to poke out them, would tilt slightly outward and away from both the crossbar itself and the vertical bar in the centre that runs up to the roof supporters. That supporting bar can be lowered or raised so that the crossbar can be held at whatever level I want it. Right now, I've got him essentially hanging from the ceiling, but it doesn't have to ride out that way. I could let his toes touch, or even countenance him to stand for a while, if I felt merciful. There's only a short chain connecting the manacle around his ankles to the floor, so even if he were standing flat-footed, he still wouldn't be able-bodied to reach far enough to kick me. On the other hand, I can do anything I want to him and he can't do anything about it.

"Just be beaming I decided against stringing you up that way, Amytal boy. Over metre, it gets mighty uncomfortable, compared to just lying on a skillful padded table. Now pay tending, both of you, and mind to how it's going to be."

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

"Just like I know jimmy's power well enough to design that organization, I've also made it my stage business to get a line the limitation of your teleporting ability. I'll warn you right now that this position is out in the middle of nowhere and there aren't very many overt space in the domain 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 edifice or its surroundings. And even if you did, Jimmy isn't here. I'm keeping him somewhere else, in a very standardised building, far enough away so that it's out of visual range and it's pretty well camouflaged. You might find it eventually, but that would bring time, to a greater extent clock time than you could afford.

"You see, I've got both of these room booby-trapped. There's a turkey in each edifice, and I can detonate either or both of them from a control control board in both edifice, if I choose to do so. In the former room, there's an incendiary dud mounted beneath the floor the right way under your boyfriend and it's pretty hefty. If it doesn't kill him outright, it will most certainly blow him into so many art object of flaming body parts that you wouldn't know what to deliver even if you somehow managed to get into the room.

"You hear that, Jimmy ? If I want to, I can tout up your little buddy here. create 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 party favour me with a gloating grin.

"Since you're a teleporter, I've taken supernumerary forethought with you. There are sensor in your control that will react to your sudden absence seizure by detonating the bombs in both edifice. You might spare your own life history by trying to teleport completely out of this edifice, if you dare. You might just end up OK. Or you might just as easily end up inside a Tree or a versant. And Jimmy will still be dead.

"I trust you will both keep all this in mind if you are tempted to get, shall I say, uncooperative during the path of your stay in my humble 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 zip, hoping he will let slide something that could be useful.

Giving each of us a buttocks spirit, he goes on with his talk, obviously enjoying himself."If either of you try to escape and you're unsuccessful, you'll get to watch out the early one tortured until I'm satisfied that you've learned your example. I know how to lay down Jimmy scream, so just envisage what I could do with you, if I really wanted to. And reckon how practically jimmy would not relish seeing that. Got the video ?"

I nod.

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

"jemmy ?"I finally ask.

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

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

On the monitors, I can see a look of sudden torture come over Logan's face.

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

From the feeling on Logan's look, this man is telling the trueness. I close my center and try to sustain my seismic disturbance and hurt hidden.

"He didn't, did he ? I thought not."His digit grab my Kuki-Chin and work my human face toward him. He shakes his head as he examines me."Tsk tsk tsk ! You'd be sort of cute, if not for those dentition. Let's have a stuffy look, shall we ?"

He takes handle of my broken jaw and opens my rima oris, turning my head from one face to the other and surveying my horrendous mouthful of tooth. They are not my best feature and I am acutely aware of that. Then he runs his index finger along the tops of my abject teeth. Now this is making me very uncomfortable, as I feel like a horse cavalry whose teeth are being examined to be trusted the animate being is not senior and more decrepit than he is claimed to be.

It only gets spoilt when he uses his thumb to feel along my top teeth. In gain to being very crooked, they are also quite piercing, especially the ones in the middle. He presses his thumb down on the item of the sharpest one experimentally. I taste rip, and I know it is not mine.

"Ever give anyone a blowjob ?"

"Vhat do you think ?"

"I think any man who would stupefy his tool between those teeth is either very brave or very anserine. I'm no coward, but I'm no jester either. If nothing else, your mouth gets to keep its integrity, boy."

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

He gives a 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 specific byname. jimmy calls you Elf, doesn't he ?"I nodded."well, you don't look like an elf to me. You look to a greater extent like a fairy, except for the color. Yeah, that's it. I'll call you my piddling blue fay boy. You like that ?"

I shake my head vehemently.

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

I do not even ennoble that with a reply.

"Nah, that would sound too silly. surmisal I'll reefer to fairy boy."

"I have a name."

"I know. I just prefer to call you something else because it annoys you. By the way, my public figure's superior. victor Creed, sometimes known as Sabretooth. I'm Jimmy's brother. well, half-brother. Lapplander father, dissimilar female parent. I'm a lot like him in many ways. The same healing factor, but not such farseeing claws."

He holds up a hand to depict me the short pointy slightly curved claws that serve him as fingernails. When I do not seem sufficiently ingrain, he shows me how far he can lengthen them when he wishes. All decent, I am more yarn-dye now.

"All lifelike, fairy boy. No adamantium."He casts a look over his articulatio humeri at the monitor, where Logan is now struggling hopelessly against his restraints and screaming something I can not pick up.

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

"I assume you're familiar with dildos, queer boy. Probably very intimate. I find that this special one comes in rather utile for my purposes."He holds it up in figurehead 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 detail inserted into me all the way.

"Nice, isn't it ? lightlessness chicken feed, cool and smooth. Should palpate real good going in, hmmm ?"As he says this, he uses his other hand to run the acutely gratuity of his claws teasingly along the business of the scrape on my lower abdomen, stopping just short of my penis, which can not seem to decide if it likes the attention or fear it.

"Nice cock, even if it is blue and sort of on the skinny side."Then he looks a piffling finisher."What's this ? A figure little scar. You've even had it decorated. Was that Jimmy's idea ?"

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

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

"Ja."

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

When I nod, he looks closer."Very tasteful and pretty. How did you prepare them come out so precise ? mark can mend in sloppy path sometimes."

I shrug."On me, they are very uniform, as long as I take tending vith the clipping. Even scars from injuries do not make too practically of a mess."

"Hmm. If you have the catgut to slice yourself up like this, maybe I'm underestimating you a little, faery boy."He looks again at my poor people bewildered slit, which still has not made up its mind whether to just lie there or get arduous."Especially this one. You know, I prefer uncircumcised rooster like yours. More to play with. And speech production of playing, let me testify you a unequalled feature of this tabular array 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 table is made so that my feet can be slid back and Forth along the side, restraints and all, then refastened wherever Victor wants them. The simpleness even adjust the angle while they move, so that the sole of my foundation come down as he bends my wooden leg. He leaves me with my knees bent up sharply and my feet almost next to my buttocks. It occurs to me to inquire what else this table can do.

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

"This'll be easier if you relax and enjoy it, baby. All I'm doing is trying to get some idea of what you can hire without incurring any serious damage, in order to get a better idea of what I'm going to do to you later on. See ? I'm even putting a little lubricating substance on the dildo, just to show that I mean no harm."Another vicious smiling."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 a good deal fun, now would it ?"

As he presses the smaller taper end of the dildo against my possible action, I find myself at a loss for Holy Writ, which is quite strange for me. Probably just as well. A smart remark at this time could be something I would repent later on.

He goes slowly, pushing in a fiddling, then backing up, twisting, moving the methamphetamine 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 right, I will collaborate, to an extent. But if he truly is just trying to quantify me in this way, it would be intimately to have him underestimate what I can take on, rather than overrate it.

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

"By the way, I recognized those claw marks on your vertebral column, queer boy. Jimmy may consider you're his, but right now you're mine."

He goes on to evidence me how he tracked Logan to his campsite, leaving him to his own devices for a clip, but keeping tab key on him from a length. Just when Mount Logan began to pack up his things and hike back to the nighest town, he waylaid him, convincing him to last out a minuscule longer by offering to recount him about his past.

"He's a chump for anyone who says they can fill him in on what he's been and done. It was easily to convince him I knew what I was talking about, because I do. All I had to do was differentiate the the true most of the time and gong started ringing in his school principal. He was glad to do anything I wanted so long as I kept on reminiscing about our past."

The word of honor hurt much more than the dildo does, at this head in the proceedings. Much to my ignominy, my penis decides it just might enjoy the notion, and I can recount that my eyes are beginning to shine. 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 wedge my eyes closed. But this displeases master. He grabs my Chin and turns my face back.

"Open your eyes, faggot boy,"he Holy Order me."Do it, or jimmy will pay the price later on."

I obey. master makes the connectedness between my centre and my set shaft. He takes hold of it, moving his hand relatively gently up and down. My glans is just beginning to work its way out of my foreskin by now. I am overwhelmed with disgrace, not because of my body's cancel reaction, but because I hate that he can do this to me. I will not let it go on. I will push it, even if it is a losing battle.

"Just as I figured. Your eyes get brighter as I work your rooster,"he concludes."Very interesting outcome. 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 than to play with on an uncut member. I'm going to keep this dildo right here for a while but locomote it around, just to see what happens."

I know what will happen. My penis will extend to go engorged, trying vainly to crusade the capitulum discharge of my becharm prepuce.

"This would be a in effect prison term for me to tell you how much fun jemmy and I had together, wouldn't it, fairy boy ? You'd like to get word all about that, wouldn't you ? Especially now."

That is about the last thing I would wish to learn, for it would stay to arouse 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 twist in pain in the neck as my hammer stiffens further. I can not guess that I will get hard enough to actually tear my foreskin, but that is how it feels.

"I'm being very form to you, you know. I could just as easily have sewn the end together and done this same matter, but simply refused to cut the train of thought no subject what happened. Think about that for a while, fairy boy."

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

Finally, winner has mercy on me and Lashkar-e-Tayyiba go. One variety of pain stops, while another curriculum vitae, as he pushes the dildo further into me with a precipitous jerk.

"Shall I tell you how very angry jimmy made me when he said he was going back to be with you ?"Another precipitous push. I am beginning to approach my boundary, as far as the width goes. In order of magnitude to make him call back I have already gotten there, I tighten my sphincter muscle, no longer yielding so easily to the relentless press. I clench my teeth and wince. He smiles.

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

"Gaahh ! Bitte, Victor, nein ! Es tut verdammt weh !"I gasp, feigning Thomas More painful sensation than he is actually causing.

A frown crosse his face as I say that."That's right, you're a Hun, aren't you ? I should have noticed it from the speech pattern. I hate Germans. bolt down a shitload of them in the hold out World War. Wouldn't mind killing another one, though."He eyes me speculatively.

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

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

Logan is reacting to my evident pain by struggling against his bonds and appears to be screaming furiously. Out of the street corner of one eye, superior notices this."What's the issue, little brother ? You look as if you'd like to tell me something. require me to turn on the sound, so we can hear you ?"

Mount Logan nods frantically.

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

"I'm tempted to go further, baby, and snag you ripe unresolved, especially when I think about how Jimmy left me for your sorry ass. But I won't. I'll be squeamish. For now."

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

I can not recount him no, as my voiceless cock would clearly show 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, faerie boy, I've got to remember not to be overly gentle or you won't take as much card of it as I'd like you to. But don't worry about that occurrence, 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 counter, then returns to abide future to me, readjusting the table so that my legs are again monotone down against the control surface. Perhaps it is over for now. No, I guess not. He has placed one hand on my dresser and begins to describe the scratch with the point of one hook, 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 possess cost a fortune."

"Oh, they did."He sounds a bit bewildered, as if he is more worry in my scars than in the discussion."I would never receive been able-bodied to open all this stuff, except that some very rich and very powerful folk music hired me to remove down the horrendous Wolverine. You're just confirming scathe. They think I'm going to kill jimmy, but I won't be doing that. I'll just keep back him for myself, after I've had my fun with you."

"Vill these knock-down people not come after you vhen they find they have been betrayed ?"

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

His nipper has arrived close to one of my pap now. He touches it experimentally with the sharp point. I shiver. He smiles."raw tits, huh ? I like that in a man."

He spot his claws around the areola, pricking just enough to draw blood."Now listen, and listen goodness. If you behave well, I can unloosen up one of your weapons system so that it's on a short chain. That way, you can reach out the water bottle I've got on a shelf under the table along with the urinal and bedpan that are there also. If you don't behave, I won't do that, and you'll have to reckon on me to make water both of those things available to you. And I'll tell you right now that I'm not all that reliable about such affair, if I have no reason to be. Understand ?"

"Yes."

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

"I vill be sound, Victor."

The hook whoreson just a bit more deeply. I do not even dare to wince for fear it would drag those points through my flesh."If you're lying to me, bear in mind that jimmy will be the one to suffer for it. You'll just get pretty thirsty, not to remark being left to lie in your own piss and shit."

"I vill not leave,"I assure him.

"Good."The claws pull away, leaving me essentially undamaged. He works at some mechanism at the side of the table, clipping a short distance of concatenation to the metallic element cuff around my entrust wrist then releasing the cuff from whatever was holding it to the table."There you go, baby, just like I promised. Reach around under the table and try it out."

Yes, there is indeed a plastic bottle of water, with a permanent stalk attached. I had not realized just how thirsty I was until I had the bottle in my hand. With a little maneuvering, I can get the end of the wheat between my sassing and contain a few swallows. I notice he has stepped back just far enough to be out of my reach.

"See ? I told you it would work."He moves away, toward the threshold."I'm gon na leave you two alone now. In fact, I'll even turn on the audio so you and jimmy can lecture thing over. I'm not going to tell you what time it is, or even whether it's day or dark. And I'll come back to bring down either or both of you whenever I feel like having a small more fun."

He clicks the remote controller as he gets to the door."Oh, and by the way, the locks on the doors will only run by a spokesperson command from me, so don't even chafe 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 nonsense Christian Bible at the door. There is only muteness in the room, as Logan and I stare at each other. Logan speaks first.

"Elf ? Ya OK ?"

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

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

"I'm afraid so. A lot of what he told me jogged memories in my mastermind. I'm only sorry you got involved in our fiddling blood feud. I'll get you outta here somehow, I promise."

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

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

"Vhat ?"

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

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

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

I take a breath and exhale, trying to banish the palpitation that threatens my part."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 tint. His head is still bowed forward."I can never detest you, Logan. You should make out that."

"I guess I do, darlin ’."He dares to take care at me."But maybe you should. It's my defect you're in this mess. I fucked up big meter. I never should get told him about you."

"You told him - ? !"

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

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

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

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

He winces, but continues to wait at me directly."Like I said, I fucked up. I admit that. I should have told you the details immediately, but I was afraid. I let your trust, and your love, overpower my fright. Forgive me, Elf ? For that, if for nothing else ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I shall pray that you vill."But I still sound as if I have given up. Let Logan foretell to rescue me. That will put Victor's centering on him as a potentiality rescuer, rather than me. That could total in handy later.

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

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

"It has a nice sound to it, I think. Vould you like me to call you jemmy instead of Logan ?"

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

"Good. That is how I think of you also. Ve should rest and take advantage of this respite to try to get some sleep, since master could return at any time. The less ve talk of escape vhen he may be listening, the better."That last part is for Victor's capitulum, more than Logan's

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




By the metre Victor proceeds, I am awake and ingest tried out the healthful arrangement. Not altogether smashing, but break than nothing.

The first thing he does is reset the cuff around my carpus into its lieu by my slope. Then he faces Logan on the monitors."I'll leave the audio on, Jimmy, if you keep your mouth shut. Got it ?"

Mount Logan nods.

Victor turns his attention back to me.

"We're going to wreak nice this time, my little blue air fairy. With you, at any rate."He runs the tip of a finger's breadth over my lips. When I try to turn my head away, he grabs my mentum. Then he covers my brim with his rima oris, his tongue pressing hard, seeking entry. He must take forgotten about my teeth. I open my backtalk slightly. When he tries to beseech his advantage, I bite his tongue. Not hard enough to do serious scathe, but hard enough to draw blood. This does not stop him, but it does provoke him into giving the side of my thigh a prick slap.

If anything, the pain sensation of his bitten tongue encourages him. He pushes it further into me. I allow this, but as soon as his tongue is deeply into my mouth, I close my dentition against it gently. If I bite down now, I will discerp his tongue near the base, and he knows it. I release him, having made my point, and he retreats. A decelerate smile spreadhead across his facial expression, and he chuckles a bit.

"You've got sprightliness, infant, I'll give you that. I like it that way. Much more fun if my victim doesn't just thaw into weeping and initiate begging for clemency, at starting time 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 lead of his claws rest against the root word of my scrotum."It would make more sentiency for you to fear me, you know."Just as I did with my teeth, his bag tightens only enough to draw blood."I think you can reckon what would happen if I closed my fist right field now, then yanked down hard."

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

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

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

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

"Ja, I am very sure. If you simply vanted me drained, you vould take killed me at the very beginning."

My comment has clearly displeased him. His centre narrow dangerously.

"You're a smartass, boy. I'm not indisputable I like that. Does Jimmy take this sorting of thing from you ?"

"Ja. If he deserves it."

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

Logan nods, heedful not to say anything.

"Score one for the blue faery,"winner says cheerfully."No more threats of immediate decease. However,"-- his dependable bodily fluid changes abruptly -"if you don't tone it down some, you'll be feeling some straightaway pain. Got that ?"

"Ja."

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

That is clearly not a enquiry. I wait to see what he is going to do next. It is severe 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 helpless before someone else since I was a tike, before I could teleport. But I must not let my fear appearance. This man would know exactly how to use it to bump me.

"Let's start again, shall we ? What do you like ?"He trails the tips of his hook lightly across my chest, then begins following the scars just as Logan often does with his digit. scratch tissue is less raw than ordinary flesh, but the sense datum is there nevertheless. It almost hurts, it almost tickles. And it always arouses me. I close my center to hide the glow I know will soon be visible. As he continues to work his way down my chest to my abdomen, I can not obliterate the stiffening of my penis.

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

I shake my head.

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

Deprived even of the ability to conceal my treasonous eyes, my shame deepens. I do not desire to enjoy what he is doing to me, and that is especially true as I know Logan is watching.

His fingers reach my genitals. With a surprising gentleness, he takes everything into his hired man, squeezing and releasing in a dull, steadfast rhythm, rubbing a finger now here, now there. I gasp at the pleasance of it, feeling that fellow twitch commence deep inside me. No ! I try to contend it, try to relax whatever it is that causes this incredible joy. Yes, that is working. I can stop it, if I concentrate. I will not let him do this to me. I will not !

"You like this, don't you ?"he says, a sneer in his articulation."Sure you do. You're gracious and intemperate now. maintain it up, babe. Come for me. shew me how a great deal 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 hammer and clump. I will brush aside it. I will not come. I will relax. I will believe of how a great deal I hate his pinch. I will contract on that, nil else.

"Never,"I tell him through gritted teeth. I am about to narrate 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 grip tightens, fingers digging into my scrotum.

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

"Bitte, Victor - I mean, please -- German is the language in vhich I think, and I revert to it automatically if I am try or in painful sensation. I do not do it deliberately."

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

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

The smile he gives me is cunning and cruel.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles and does it again.

In the Same tone of voice, but with my eye focused on Logan's figure of speech in the monitor, I continue with"Schatz, verstehst du !"

I can see Logan's eyes blink in sudden surprise. He gives me a minuscule nod, and I know he has understood me, while all winner hears is another insult. If I use only German phrases that Mount Logan knows, I can commune with him and victor will not agnize it.

I have barely begun to savour this small fry triumph when superior decides to switch tactics.

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

After a legal brief interval of rubbing the buzzing tip of the vibrator around my quivering anus, he works it slowly in. Of course, I have had some experience of such thing and I know they are entirely wonderful. The rapid vibration gets to the erotic boldness endings like nothing else I know. As it slides easily into my anus, my consistence literally clutches at it spasmodically, repeatedly, as if to force it in faster, deeper, until it reaches that berth inside and finally satisfies the growing tickling, itching, wanting inside me that yearns for stimulation and satisfaction. I am gasping with the exertion of simultaneously wanting to come and struggling to forestall it.

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

I want to differentiate him to go fuck himself, but all I can do is groan in desperation. My thigh tremble and my entire soundbox shakes in the grip of my contradictory desires.

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

"Oh yeah, that's genuine nice. Real nice. You're getting to me, faggot 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 surd cock."Bet you'd like this instead, wouldn't you ?"

I shake my top dog 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 days. But not now. Now I want to see you fare. That's just what I need to be ready to put the material thing into jimmy next."

He begins working the vibrator in my ass back and Forth River. My vertebral column arches and my hips lift up from the tabular array, involuntarily seeking to capture the source of that tantalizing sense datum.

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

He is right hand. I will not be able to stop. I can feel it deep inside, the pressure climb, the rhapsodic waving of pleasure cresting and cook to break. In a last heroic effort to prevent ejaculating, I tense every muscle in my groyne as tightly as I can, trying to hold back. A ferocious gratification envelops me, pulsing, throbbing Wave of favourable joy turning my body into paradise. I come - and yet I do not. There is no spirit of the slide of fluid through my phallus, as there should be, yet I tremble with the saturation of the muscle spasm that continue on within my organic structure, while everything is locked and held down hard by my will. I hide my feelings from Victor as well as I can while it happens, moaning no louder than I had been doing already. With no cum to turn out me delusive, I pretend cypher has happened. Carefully, I allow myself to decompress as the vividness of the delight subsides but does not entirely go away. Mein Gott, what have I just done ? I did not sleep with such a thing was possible !

Apparently, master does not jazz it either, judging by his succeeding remark.

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

I gather my scattered learning ability and respond casually,"Now, master, do you really think a man can do that ? Maybe you just don't grow me on."

"You're turned on all right-hand. Your eyes are as undimmed as coals."

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

"You never said anything about that."

"Entschuldigung. I mean, sorry about that."I deliberately do not vocalize at all sorry. My satire earns me a sharp smack in the brass. I see it coming, so I make sure enough to let my psyche turn with the blow, to belittle the damage. Even so, my lip rip against the points of my teeth.

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

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

He just laughs, wiping off the rake with his finger, then licking them.

"Since you don't seem to want to recreate my game by the normal, I think I'll go gambling with your boyfriend for a while. Perhaps he'll be more appreciative of my attention than you are."

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

I get up to 124. Figuring that victor's stride is roughly a meter long, that would attain it around 12 measure. null guarantees that he went directly from here to there, nor is my mental reckoning necessarily accurate. I realize this is a very roughly approximation, but it is a starting point.

Meanwhile, I have no alternative but to observe victor ravishment Logan, using none of the concern and finesse that he lavished on me. I am not truly worried that he can hurt 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 pass orgasm as a resolution of Victor's action.

At first, this pleases me, but then I see the rage suffusing Victor's boldness and I am afraid. I want to state Mount Logan to yield in, give him what he wants. When I resisted, I knew I would not be truly scathe, but that is not a condition in Logan's case. Yet I know my pleading would be in vain, for Logan must prove that he can do whatever I can do. And after what he told me when net we spoke, he must also show me that he no longer desires Victor's attentions.

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

Finally, master gives up on the sweat and backs off. He stands there for some seconds, virtually snarling his furore and frustration. Suddenly, his posture modification, he takes a abstruse breath and seems to bear come to some conclusion.

"You don't want to give me your joy,"he growls, as he walks around in front of Logan,"so I'm going to make you give me your pain instead."

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

"I'm going to do this genuine slow."One of the proctor shows a close up of Logan's get down soundbox. I can not tear my optic away from it as superior's claws extend and go in."howler for me, little buddy. I want to get word it. And I want your lilliputian sorry tooth fairy to hear it also."

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

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

"plosive being the impregnable silent type, little chum. Unless you want to observe me do this to your nookie buddy once I'm finished with you."

The chela finally dig in to the testicles as they continue to shred the scrotum. The distend soma at the bottom gives way, leaving Victor holding Logan's skewered balls in his manus. He continues to draw out downward, drawing the tie ligaments and ducts out of the all-fired opening.

"What's more important to you, Jimmy ? Your pridefulness, or your demon devotee ?"

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

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

His retain screams pierce my spunk but I rebuke myself. You told Logan not to despair, Kurt. Now keep on your own promise animated. You know full well he will outlast this.

retention Logan's skewered balls up to the television camera for me to see, victor laughs at my futile attempt to diss him. As I watch the blood gush down from Logan's bulwark, I swear to myself that the concluding jest will be mine, no matter what the cost.


victor returns to my room. I have been too distracted to consider the elapsed time, but it did not seem very long.

"Did you enjoy the show, baby ?"he asks as he loosens the chasteness on my left over arm, replacing it with the chain. I am so furious that I try to pull my arm free while he is doing it, even though I know I can not. I do surprise him plenty that I can get a grip on his forearm with my fingernails and tear out a chunk of flesh.

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

I glare at him, the fad combustion in my heart reflected in my glowing eyes. His hand movement toward my face. My eyes close reflexively and the tip of a sharp claw touch sensation each eyelid.

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

The chela withdraw and I can suspire again.

He takes the distant control from his pocket."There. I've shut off the audio recording both ways. You can lie here and watch while jemmy heals, but you can't public lecture to each other."

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

He is rightfield. I would almost have preferred a strong-arm punishment to this. I want so often to say something to comfort Mount Logan, but at least I can still see how loyal he is healing and I will know when he is solid again. It is nothing little of amazing to watch when his physical structure literally re-grows a persona. However, it does take time and he is clearly suffering a considerable total of hurting as it happens. If I were not trying to be substantial for his sake, I would be crying uncontrollably.

I can not say how long it took, but at last he looks at me with something other than infliction in his saying. I smile tentatively and raise one brow in question as I make the quarter round up sign with my hand. He can not respond in form, as his mitt are totally encased in their restraints, but he does nod at me.


. .. LIKE A mutation SCORNED


As winner again takes the slack out of my left paw constraint and fastens it down, he input cheerily,"Since you both resisted so well concluding prison term, I'll have to be more persuasive. You're going to be no-good you did that. I don't like it when my victims refuse to give me what I want. This time, you're not going to let a choice."

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

"Now, how do I want to configure thing ?"He glances from me to the monitors."Let's let Jimmy listen, but not see what's going on or be able-bodied to make himself heard."He sets the ascendency."Do we want to be able to follow his reaction ? Nah. They're pretty predictable, aren't they ? I hurt you. He gets all upset."

The monitors go grim.

"Do you two ever play with electrical energy, sprite boy ?"

"Vas ?"

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

"Vhat do you entail ?"

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

It does not look particularly telling. Just a variety of a grip with a clear glass globe at the end, attached to a box by a line. When he turns it on, the glass lights up with an eerie reddish blue color. It looks like a very small-scale version of those plasma globes in skill museums, where the electric arc follow your finger around on the surface of the world.

"Pretty, isn't it ?"

"Uh - ja,"I reply uncertainly.

He moves it slowly down towards my right tit, and I expect him to come to me with it. Instead, as it gets close, small discharge saltation between the scepter and my skin. Almost, it tickles, as if tiny feelers are wiggling around. The muscles of my chest tighten in rousing, and my nipples grow taut.

Victor turns a telephone dial on the box, and a brighter glint jumps the gap. I gasp at the acute snap bean of electricity. It hurts just enough to get my attention, but not enough to do real number bother.

He moves the globe to my left side, giving it the Lapplander treatment. I force myself to lie still, even though I want desperately to squirm around as I become more wind up by the foreign tactual sensation that are almost pleasance but also almost bother. No ! I do not need this to happen !

He begins to hunt a wrinkle of fierce sense datum 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 body arches uncontrollably and I throw my question back as far as the metal dance band around my neck will allow. My teeth clutches as I try to smother a moan in anticipation of how it will feel when it reaches my penis. Instead, the spark move to one face, running down the inside of one second joint, then back down the other. Now, surely !

No. He goes to my lour abdominal cavity, following the design of the scar that stretches across it. All right. This gives me a chance to think more clearly. After fighting so gruelling against coming during the last session, I am certainly not about to have in easily this fourth dimension. I focus on my hatred of this man, picturing what he did to Logan. I see the pincer piercing his scrotum, ripping out his ballock, slowly and agonizingly. I hear again his screams.

With this figure of speech held firmly in my judgement, my penis faltering. I can assure it is beginning to wilt, despite the sparks still dancing across my consistence just above it.

Unfortunately, I am not the only one to point out this.

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

The sparks dance rapidly up the length of my shaft, then focalize on the end, striking my display glans, my foreskin, and the sensitive area around the frenulum.

As my cock twitches reflexively, I concentrate grimly on the image of Logan's lacerated sac, the blood steadily dripping down to the floor, and the heap of his balls clutched in victor's hired man. Although I can feel that twitching, clenching sensation oceanic abyss in my groin, I deliberately try to stamp down it. I will not let this happen !

master finally gives up. But why does his voice sound so cheerful when he says,"OK, you're still fighting me, poove boy. I could plow this up much in high spirits, but I'd just end up burning you, and that's not what I have in intellect. Looks like you win this round."

He leaves the elbow room for a few proceedings, then comes back pushing a humble cart with some sort of chemical mechanism on it. He parks it side by side to the bed and plugs it in. I do not like the looks of this. It is a metal box with several beat and assorted substitution and buttons on the front.

"Want to subscribe to a speculation, baby ?"When I can not fare up with anything, he continues."I'll give you a touch : this is a medical exam device that's used to get semen from a man who can not ejaculate, for one cause or another, if he wishes to father a child."

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

"Get the picture ? The current isn't anywhere near enough to do scathe, but when it's applied to the area around the prostate, you will blurt out, whether you want to or not. Does it feel sound or does it pain ? I haven't tried it myself, so I'll let you give me the response to that dubiousness. But I strongly suspect it isn't much fun, since the usual operation is to do it under anesthesia."

He sets the probe down on the cart.

"There's something real handy about this table, baby. The sentence has come for me to show it to you."He fiddles with something that I can not see and the entire section that is usually between my stage folds down, taking my tail along with it. I am left with my buttocks at the very edge and my leg bent-grass at the knees.

He returns to the cart."feel, I'll even make it easier for you by putting a little lube on the investigation. You don't have to give thanks me."

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

"Relax, child,"he says as he inserts the investigation."This parting won't hurt a bit. I promise."

He plays around with the probe, clearly doing to a greater extent than is necessary to find the ripe stead near my prostate.

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

My sassing drops open in dismay."No ! You vould not -"

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

Setting the monstrous thing aside, he flips a permutation on the box."The usual procedure is to go to the maximum setting right from the first, keeping it on for a couple of seconds. Then repeat that until the desired results are obtained, usually about seven or eight endeavor. That seems too flying for me, so I'll offset at the last setting and bring my way up. That should fall in you a prospect to savor the experience properly. I'm even going to put a safety on you to take in your cum."

At first, it is not unpleasant at all. Rather nice, actually. But I know that will not lowest. I am proven right after only a few increases in exponent. There appears to be a point where the look of tingling fervour and soft tensing of the muscles changes into the musculus clenching so hard that it is no longer just arousing and it begins to hurt. I know electricity can get burns, but surely a medical device meant to be used on world would terminate short of that. Each sentence now as superior pushes the release that turns on the current, the spasms become more intense, until it feels as if my inside are trying to rick themselves inside out. My full let down organic structure convulses and my pelvis thrusts forward uncontrollably. I hear myself gasp, moan, and come very close to sobbing.

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

Eventually, I am screaming.

"Okay, fag 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 pulsation bit by bit also."

I have lost this struggle and I know it. My screams get meretricious and farsighted each time, until finally I can not stop my body from reacting.

"That's dependable, baby. A few Thomas More times and you should be fairly well emptied out."

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

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

"halt ! Yyaahhh !"

"That was a well one. Just a dyad More and we'll be done."

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

He removes the prophylactic from my twitching penis 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 avail you out a little."His manus press down on my belly, kneading the cramped heftiness carefully so that his hook do not seriously dig into me.

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

I look obelisk at him. I want zippo more than to ‘ port myself unfreeze of the simplicity and wipe that gloating smile off of his case, but that would set off the bomb and get Logan and me killed. look a minute. It would also get superior killed. No, not if he is here with me. It is only the dud in Logan's room that is supposed to be powerful enough to pour down someone with that same healing factor, so it would only kill him if he were in Logan's room when I ‘ ported. But would he honestly be unforced to take the hazard that I might do that if he pushes me too far ? Somehow I doubt that he would allow it up to me.

Enough thought. I should be responding with more curses, but I have used up nearly of those in my vocabulary by now, so I take an inventive Yiddish condemnation I once heard and turn it into German as dependable I can remember it.

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

No one can accuse me of not having a sense of humor, even under these circumstances. I called him a filthy pig and said he should turn into a chandelier, so he could hang by day and burn mark by night.

"Tsk tsk, pouf boy. That sounded cruddy. speculation you're pretty angry at me."The hand on my belly changes into fingertips pressing hard on the sensitive press points along the top of my pubic bones. I try to squirm away from the pain, but his handwriting follows me relentlessly, as I moan.

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

The pain in the neck stops as he comes. I am exit gasping for breath, struggling to get myself under control.

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

He changes the settings on the monitoring system. I can see the rage on Logan's face and hear his ragged breathing.

"Maybe Jimmy'll have enough sensation to give me what I want right away, now that he knows what happened to you."He glances at Mount Logan's picture."What do you say, lover ? You going to be more accommodative ?"

"Go fuck yourself !"is his just reply.

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

Returning the tabular array to its usual position, he gives me a final pat on the belly, then turns away to conglomerate everything together on his lilliputian cart.



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

So once again, I can do nothing but watch and listen as Victor uses the huge probe on him, shocking him with a current that was meant for a bull, running it up a little at a time, as his consistence convulses and he bellows much like a bull might have. Eventually, of form, he is made to blunder several times, just as I had been. I do not know if the current was adequate to barricade his middle, but if it did, he survived that, just as he usually does.

When superior is done, Logan hangs limply in his simplicity, his headspring drooping on his chest. As far as I can tell, he is breathing. Then the monitors go black-market and the utterer falls silent.


It is not very long before winner comes into my room, a self-complacent smirk on his facial expression and a composition cup in his hand.

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

I look from the cup to his expression, 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 twosome of metre 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 tope it happily."

"Most of it is mine, you know."

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

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

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

"You are calling me disgusting ? !"

He glares. For a moment I am sure he is going to down me with his bare handwriting. Then he storms out the doorway, and I breathe a suspiration of relief.

Since he left my bridge player fastened only by the Ernst Boris Chain, I reach down for the bottle of water and take a sip, as I wonder if Victor is even now offering Logan a paper cup. I am funny as to how he will respond, but the monitors and speakers have not been turned on, so I must contain my curio for the time being.

Meanwhile, I consider carefully everything Victor has said about the turkey which will go off if I get out of my restraints. I begin to think he has lied, and, if so, then how many former affair has he said that might also be lies ?


Finally, the monitors and utterer come back on. I can see Logan hanging in his restraints, with multiple bleeding solidus down the insides of both thigh. His side is set in a abominable 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 do it he is essentially in one piece. I wait and watch the gashes stop bleeding and lead off to heal.

"Did he offer you a newspaper publisher cup, Elf ?"Mount Logan asks eventually.

"Ja."

"What did you do ?"

"Drank it vith a capital mess of delight, because some of it vas yours. You ?"

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

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

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

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

"I should have been able to block off 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 want winner to clean up on the fact that I can use it to becharm Logan's attention during my bout of German cursing -"Liebling. No matter that your bones are full of adamantium and your body 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 safe there is at everything, you know."

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

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

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

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

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

"Never say that ! It is not truthful !"

Logan shakes his head in self-denial, but he does not press the point in time.

"Kurt, listen. If you see a chance to get yourself outta here, promise me that you'll need it, and not concern about me."

"Nein."

"You got ta, especially if you think you're in deadly danger. No matter what happens to me, save yourself. I'm likely to last anyway."

"Even if you are blown to small-arm by Victor's bomb ? You may be hard to kill, but you are not immortal."

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

I raise an brow."Only probably ?"

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

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

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

From the aspect on Logan's font, I know my answer does not entirely fill him. He also does not want to think I have given up.

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

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

Victor's voice comes over the verbaliser."All rightfulness, enough of that, you two grass parakeet. Next matter I know, you'll be professing your eonian love life and devotion to each other. sufficiency, already !"

With that, he cuts off both video and audio recording. We are alone, with goose egg but our thoughts, and those sentiment are not particularly comforting. Although I now have a boisterous idea of how it might be possible to get away, there are still a few things I must sleep with before I dare try it. There are too many unknowns, and besides, it involves doing something I would prefer not to experience to do.

In the silence and the solitude, I sort through what I have figured out so far, in the Leslie Townes Hope that I can call up of a better way out of here. I try not to inhabit too much on my eventual fate, if I can not fly the coop, nor on Logan's, but it is hard to keep such considerations out of my head.

I do not want to die, but if that is what happens, I will face it as bravely as I can. If there is aught beyond death, then I have certainly had my part of joy in this life, especially lately with Logan. And if there is something more, then I will believe that it is worthy of the God I choose to love and worship, despite my many doubts and questions. Either way, I can not quetch.

Logan is not so well cared for as I am, but he is given water system now and again. The floor has a drainpipe strategically located so that he can simply micturate where he stands. Beyond that, Victor cleans up when necessary. It is almost certain that there is no one else here except Victor, as he would surely assign these rather disagreeable tasks to someone else if he could.

Every time Victor leaves me, I have counted the second until he appears in Mount Logan's way, if he does. I can get some estimate of how far away it is from mine, and vice versa. Thus far, my estimate range anywhere from nine to twelve meters, which would be in keeping with a separate building, but not at any outstanding length. It has seemed all along to be profligate overkill to have two edifice, as he claims, but I can not turn out it to be impossible from the elapsed prison term. However, if we are not in two separate buildings, the threat of a dud that could kill Mount Logan is almost certainly a lie, as it would down superior also.

I can prepare a raspy surmise as to how widely the walls of these suite 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 know what is directly outside of this building, or if the outside door is locked.

There are too many unknowns. I need more answers.




It seems a yearn clip before victor returns. As usual, he wastes no time fastening my wrist joint back down.

He turns on both the sound recording and the video, so my middle go directly to Logan's epitome. His head teacher aerodynamic lift as he hears that the speakers are fighting. He gives me a smile, as if to reassure me that he is doing all right.

Victor starts teasing me with the peak of his claws, drawing them lightly over the inside of my thighs, then succeeding to my scrotum, then around my exposed anus. It does not hurt, since he is using very lilliputian insistence. In fact, it feels all too good. If I did not recognize the repulsion those terrible claws could do, I would determine this quite arousing. I close my oculus, wishing it were Mount Logan's fingers teasing me. Ja, like that. Around my anus, then up a bit, towards the base of my tail, where the lightest disturb 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 affair, babe ?"master asks, his voice sarcastically seraphic."Did I hit a tender spot ?"

"No. You are tickling me."

He presses harder against that medium surface area."You're not laughing. Are you sure it just tickles ?"

"I am too scare away to laugh."

So he laughs. Good. I do not desire him to realise just how exquisitely that voice of my body reacts. Why such a thing should materialise, I have no idea. Perhaps its has something to do with the way my nerves run into my hindquarters. 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 butt, which is turned upwards due to the way it is restrained. I do not like anyone to touch my bottom, especially underneath. It is truly no more sore than most of the rest of my body. After all, my tail can adjudge my weight and do peck of former fairly strenuous affair, so how sensible could it be ?

However, to be handled like this makes me experience very vulnerable. It is so comfortable for someone to snap up me that way, as I can not see what is happening behind me.

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

"How vould you bang ?"

He taps a digit against his nose."Same way Jimmy does. I've got that enhanced sensory faculty of smell also."

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

He is still captive on handling my tail assembly, much to my discouragement. It is only restrained at the far end, so he can easily reach around it, deform it a short, whatever he wants. My coxa are also not restrained, so I can run around to an extent, to ingest some of the tension off if he pulls too hard.

"I think I'll try a little experiment here, fairy boy. I just fall out to have this dainty leather blindfold in my pocket. Maybe you'll savor thing more if you can't see what I'm doing."

As he fastens the blindfold around my head, he continues cheerily,"It's a shame this will go along me from seeing your beautiful burn center, but it should be well Worth it."

The blindfold is all too in force. I can see aught, even if I try to glint out underneath it. I know the variety of apprehension this creates, as some of my puerility customer did it to me. Since one can not see what is actually being done, one tends to bear it is worse than it truly is, especially if your tormentor deliberately tries to make you think so. However, knowing this does not make me finger a whole lot better about it.

I feel a sharp prick down near the end of my tail, just above the alloy band that holds it down.

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

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

"Or maybe here ? Or here ?"

Again, further up, maybe half way. It is getting harder to hold still, as my born reaction would be to trounce my tail away and out of danger.

"Maybe you'd prefer something more dramatic than a thin scar, since you've got lots of others. How about if I slice off a bit of tegument instead ?"

Whatever he has in his hand, he scrapes it along my rear end, again closer to my body. I whimper, hoping to construct him think I believe him.

"Since your tooshie is so penny-pinching and bony, maybe I need to prompt to the thicker theatrical role, where there's Sir Thomas More inwardness to operate with. How about this ? Is this a good place ?"

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

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

There is no result I can fall in him, other than to swallow nervously. Surely, he is not going to do that. Is he ?

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

Whatever he has in his hand, he presses it down against my skin in a horizontal line across my can.

"cargo deck real still now. I'd hatred to slip while I'm doing this. After all, we want a prissy straightaway line, don't we ?"

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

"Kurt, don't believe him !"Logan's vox yell from the speaker."It's not a scalpel ! It's just a phonograph needle of some sort !"

Rather as I had expected, but now I am certain. master, however, is not happy.

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

He turns his attention back to me.

"I don't have just one needle, fairy boy, I've got a completely excerption of them. several length and various gauges. You do know that the gamy the turn, the narrow-minded the diam of the needle, right ? And vice versa ?"

I do not confide my voice just now, so I nod my head.

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

"Decorations ?"This concept is new to me.

"Yep. They've got things like - no, I won't 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 think I'm finished."

I hear dim jingling noises, as if he is sorting through a collection of pocket-size metal objects, as he doubtless is.

"Ah, here's the one I'm looking for. This is a 25 caliber acerate leaf, sister, the lowly size I have."His fingers move to the very end of my hapless tail, where it comes to a fairly acuate head."hold still now. There's not a lot of free cutis for me to work with."

A small putz, magnified by a scar against the underlying bone, then another mother fucker as the point of the needle comes out again. It does not hurt very much, but it is not well-situated either.

His finger's breadth move past the metal band that secures my tail, but only by a centimeter or two. Again the double prick of a needle.

"Oh, yeah. This will look existent Henry Sweet. The next few will be 23 gaugers, baby."

Like I really want to know that.

A little more unspeakable, but certainly nothing to yell about.

He works his way slowly up the length of my tail, informing me each clip when the diameter of the needle gets declamatory. By the time he is close to the place where my tail end 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 former acerate leaf that are still in place.

"finally one for your tail, poove boy. This is a 14."

fountainhead, at least he is almost done.

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

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

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

He takes detention of my phallus, pinching the skin along the top of the shaft, just above the scrape."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 pecker is hard."

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

"Sami affair below the mark. Got to be symmetrical, you know."

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

"Now we get to the really fun part."

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

"Don't vexation, boy. It's only a 25 and it's very short. You'll hardly feel it, even though I'll be sticking it straight in."I hear a low chuckle. He continues on, and I realize he's only doing it to fix me waitress, while I anticipate what is to get."I'm very ripe at knowing exactly when erotic pain turns into real pain, so don't fuss to try to lead astray me. I've learned to judge that sharpness very closely, because I can sense the difference. With you, I intend to ride out pretty close to that border, although I may cover it now and then."

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

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

Tentatively, I open my eyes and await down at master's handiwork. There are indeed decorations attached to each of the acerate leaf. Two shiny red hearts grace the top and the bottom of the scar, while a short chain of pearls dangles from the tip of my cadaver phallus. All the way down the length of my posterior there are other standardized things : the image of a tiny cat, several kinds of heyday, a fleur-de-lis, a few lowly feathers, a rainbow, a butterfly. And in the very tip, an iridescent peacock feather !

I am well and truly nonplus !

"wellspring ?"superior 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 call back, Jimmy ? Didn't believe I had an artistic streak, did you ?"

Logan just shakes his head.

victor snaps his finger and exclaims,"Oh red cent ! I forgot the coating 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 more little thing."He starts heating up a very thin metal rod about three centimeters long, which is attached to a wooden handgrip."They have a new figure for this, but I prefer the old gens. hellion's fervidness. sentinel. I'll appearance you how it works."The metal is red hot by now. He touches the point very briefly to the spine of his mitt."It burns, but not much, because it's done fast. Hurts a bit more if you do it this way."Heating the rod again, he touches it sideways against his hand, instead of just the point.

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

"Holding it against the cutis just a little longer makes it worse. Doing it in a very medium place makes it a lot worse."He rubs a digit over that spot between the understructure of my hind end and my anus.

"No ! Victor, please !"

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

It is not a inquiry. He touches the side of the rod to my pulp. 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 teeth and try not to flinch.

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

He runs a finger's breadth slowly up my tail, flicking each little ornament as he goes by. I am still trying to become accustomed to the hurting of the needle in my glans, not to remark the burns he just created, which I can not even see from this angle.

Take a late breathing time, Kurt, I tell myself. Exhale slowly. You have been hurt far worse than this in your life. Let it go. Better yet, toss it into that basement in your House of Pain, as Herr Grüber taught you to do as a child.

master has reached that sensitive point now. Placing his fingertips on the burn, he rubs the intact area in a orbitual movement, as if he knows that this stirs up a perverse mixture of pleasure and pain throughout my entire jetty. I can not aid but groan.

"You like that, fairy boy ?"

I shake my head, lips still clenched tightly.

His hand slip to my cock, holding it near the base and rolling it slightly between his finger. Another mixture of pain in the neck and pleasure, as my penis hardens more, increasing the pressure on the needles. As he continues to do this, I can feel the vellication of heightened desire begin to urinate itself mat up deep inside me. No ! Not now !

winner evidently decides that this would be a undecomposed time to begin a conversation, as he asks,"Does jemmy ever let you bed him, pansy boy ? Or are you always expected to be on the receiving end ?"

When I do not reply, he takes my scrotum in his other bridge player and squeezes tightly."answer me when I ask a question, baby."

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

"Oh, yeah ? How recently ?"

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

It seems to accept worked, as his lips contort into a tangle."And exactly what did he let you do, you little adulteress ?"

"You vill have to ask him that."I know full-of-the-moon well that I will get for this, and I am not proven wrong.

"Don't caper games with me. You'll find I'm much secure at them than you are."He releases me, walks over to the parry, opens a drawer and takes something out, then comes back to me. He holds up a butt plug the like of which I have never seen in my life. It is way too long and much too all-inclusive and does not specialise very much before the flared end, as it should.

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

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

Automatically, I struggle to pull away, but he grabs my tail near the base, holding me in topographic point."delay still, dammit ! Don't give me a hard time, faerie boy, or you just might get my helping hand up your ass instead of this overnice smooth dildo. I know an interesting little variation on the common 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 face. Then he opens his fingerbreadth, claws extended as far as possible, and shoves it up in the air, mimicking what he would do once inside me.

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

"Your thigh-slapper of ecstasy would very quickly move around into a wow of agony, as I sliced you open from the inside 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, jemmy. Here. I'll switch the sound back on, if you promise to be polite."

"Victor, no ! !"

"No what, Jimmy ?"

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

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

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

I shake my head teacher. He smiles and forces the plug harder against my dilate anatomical sphincter. I am desperately trying to make relaxed and take over what he is doing, but I can not do it fast enough.

I can listen 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 query, Jimmy. He told me I should ask you. How about it ?"

"I let him fist-fuck me. Are you felicitous now ? Leave him alone."

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

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

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

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

But it is too late. victor turns to the camera, his facial expression set in a snarl."All right field, you two have really pissed me off big sentence. I'm gon na teach you a moral you'll never forget, Jimmy."He turns back to me."As for you, you damn blueness pouf, this is what you get."

As he shoves the butt plug in the rest of the way, I feel something binge inside me and can not curb my shriek. His grin becomes a panoptic smile.

tear run down my typeface as I glare at him, while Mount Logan calls him obscene names and threatens unsufferable phase of mayhem.

master ignores us both.

"support that plug in there, fairy boy, or I'll have to do it all over again,"he warns me, then gets a harness from the heel counter and proceeds to fit the leather straps around my waist and between my legs. The shoulder strap between my legs is wide, but has an opening in the eye to set aside my penis and scrotum to be pushed through while letting the wide office behind that be pulled tight between my buttocks and against the base of the plug. The strap divides once again to go around either side of my tail.

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

Still enraged, he storms out the door, without releasing my left deal as he usually does. Trying to brush aside the pain, I focus on counting the seconds but get no further than three when winner appears in the early way. Even at a truehearted run, he could not take in covered much distance in such a scant time. Logan is almost certainly in the same building as I am. That being the instance, there may well be bombs in both rooms that Victor could set off if he wished, but I can not conceive of 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 restraints that would detect my sudden absence seizure in order that some former sort of less lethal booby maw would be sprung.

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

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

"Shut up now and pay tending. Remember how I just told your blue friend about putting my hand into him and then driving my chela through his guts ?"

His smile is more than than usually vicious as he grins at me from the monitor. I know what is coming next, and my nitty-gritty cringes within my tit. But I can do zip about it, other than sentry and pray. I yell"Noooo !"

But he has already begun to have a bun in the oven out his menace. 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 gash in his abdomen. I watch in repulsion as he closes his handwriting around the gut twisted between his fingers then pulls down and out.

I can only retch as Logan bellows his torture. I force my eye to remain open, watching as Victor continues to disembowel my lover.

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



Much later on, Mount Logan has almost recovered from the ordeal, which would have left any other man, with the possible exception of winner, dead. He still appears infirm and is almost certainly in a lot of pain, but his body is intact again and I can reasonably bear that his ravaged abdominal reed organ are in the process of regenerating.

He has told me that the recovery often hurts more than the original trauma. I suppose that makes sense. Even for an ordinary person, I have noticed that the retrieval clip after being injured can be worse under some lot, so since his healing is very accelerated, the pain in the neck might well be concentrated into that briefer prison term span.

For just a moment, I experience a sharp twinge of envy for Logan's power to heal, especially since I myself can not do anything at all about the growing pain inside me. I have no idea 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 enclosed space becomes septic. It could equally well be naught beyond a bad tear in my anal sphincter muscle, but I do not think so. There is a annoyance deeper inside that shows no sign of easing up. With the harness strapped tightly against me, I can not crowd out the too-large fire hydrant. Nor can I adjust to the laborious force per unit area and reaching it is forcing on my rectum and probably the scurvy percentage of my sigmoid colon as well. Usually I can slack and reserve myself to spread out and stretch out, but this is beyond anything I have ever tried to conform to before, even Mount Logan's hand, and has been forced in deeper.

I try to ensure myself, rather than lying here crying, but I can not halt a sob from getting through now and then, or maybe just a groan every prison term my abused gut contract bridge hard against the abuse it is having to endure. It is after one of these agonizing cramp that I hear Mount Logan's voice.

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

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

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

I can opine of nil he can do that would ameliorate things in the slightest. But I nod.

"closing your centre, darlin ’, and don't unfold them again. Now, focus only on my phonation and what I'm sayin ’.

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

"It vas not -"I begin.

"Sshh. Just listen. This time, I tell you why I need it, since you said that's what you wanted me to do, if it ever happened again. I need to take up you, hard, rough, even painfully, to get the flakiness out of my head before I take it out some other way on someone else. You don't say anything. You just open your legs for me and conclude your eyes, preparing to endure it."

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

"Let him. I don't apply a damn in hell if he does. Maybe it will learn him something about what it means to love someone. Now closure interruptin'me and fill up your eye. contract on my words.

"I want you to imagine something that is totally untrue. Pretend I've got a rooster as big around as my upper arm and just as long. Don't joke, darlin ’. Just make-believe. I'm immense and laborious and I'm shoving that fearsome dick up your ass, stretchin'you wider than you've ever been before, and you're taking me deeper and cryptic 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 hear me moaning with pleasure over the way you're taking me, holding me so tight and hot within you. I'm kneeling between your legs, holding your hips tight against me, knowing I'm hurting you, but wanting so much to chip in you pleasure, not pain in the neck. But I can't do that, and I need it so desperately in ordering to last out sane.

"I can see the expression on your face as you try to accommodate me. I hear you whimper as I press myself in foster, but you don't tell me to give up. You only struggle to accept it, because you know how very much I need it. And I can tell it's hurtin'you a lot, since your shaft is barely hard. much as I want to give you pleasure, I can not. All I can do is cause botheration, and that snag me up inside, but I can't check.

"It feels so tremendous, so upright, to be inside you. I'm about to come, but I desperately want you to enjoy it also. One of my hands moves up to your chest, my fingerbreadth spread broad to match and rub those attender nipples. I wrap my other hand around your putz, pulling gently, rubbing my thumb over your exposed puss. You gasp as your consistency responds. I can feel your brawn clenching around me, your inside starting those pulsing spasms that drive me raving mad. I can't hold back. I can't - but I must, I must.

"My fingers work you frantically now. Your body opens impossibly further, yielding to my stern approach, pulling me in deeper. I can hold out no longer. With a few more cam stroke, I take my exit deep within you. I feel your cum spurt out against my chest as I struggle to bewitch my breath."

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

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

"The sex is over. I get up and go into our bathroom to get down the hot water supply running in the tub. I come back and elevator you up from our bed, carrying you in my blazonry then lowering you into the urine. 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 comfort the minginess of the sinew I can feel beneath my deal. And they do relax, a petty, but I can still feel that aching rigor inside you.

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

"I kiss your whisker and the baksheesh of your ears and your closed eyelid. I place my hand once more on your belly, just above your phallus and on top of that cicatrice that stretches from one incline to the early. I know that's where it hurts, and I want so lots to lay down it stop. I long to heal you, but all I can do is heal myself. Never before have I realized how useless it can be to bring around oneself, when you can not also cure the ones you love. All I can do is hold you close and promise that I may never stimulate to let you go. Finally, you rest your deal on top of mine and sigh. Your breathing slows, your torso make relaxed a bit at a time. Your principal lolls against my thorax. And I lie beside you through the dateless night, keeping watch as well as I can until the dawn."

Resting in his arms, I sleep until shortly before the next time that victor comes in to wake me up.



Yes, there is surely something wrong. It is harder for me to think straight, what with the unbendable aching deep inside me, on top of my other accumulated suffering. I feel as if I have a febricity and I am terribly thirsty, far more than I should be. But I can not even pass on for the water feeding bottle, since master did not devoid my helping hand at all live time. Despite the fact that I have not eaten a great deal since I have been here, I am not hungry any longer. In fact, my abdomen is right-down queasy just at the idea of food. These are all possible symptoms of peritonitis, so the most in all probability grounds, as I have already surmised, is a tear in my sigmoid colon or rectum, which is leaking into my abdominal caries and causing infection. My time is clearly running out. I can not open to play games with Victor much recollective. One way or the other, this must end soon.

As soon as superior comes into the room, he unfastens the harness around my rose hip and pulls out the behind hoopla. The precipitous stretch crying my anus again, but at least eases the throbbing deeper inside. By the meter I have finished moaning, he has returned with a towel and begun to mop up the heap of blood and fluid.

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

I have caught my breathing spell now, and the most late level of pain has eased off a bit. I start in on my German language cursing, to get him used to it.

"All right, enough of that shit."

gift in to one of the strange quirk of rascality that often invade my creative thinker, I conclude with another of my Germanized versions of a Yiddish torment."Du sollst wachsen wie ein Tsibeleh, mit Kopf im Dreck !"

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

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

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

"I vould not listen a drinking of vater,"I suggest hopefully.

"Oh dear ! Did I forget to unloosen your hand last metre ? Tsk tsk. My bad."He reaches under the tabular array and brings out the water bottleful."Yeah, I guess you could use some about now, couldn't you ? Not exactly what I had in mind, but we'll starting signal there."

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

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

Warily, I nod.

"We seem to be out of urine. Maybe you'd like to fuddle some of my piddle, hmm ? I'm sure you'd favour his -"He jerks a thumb toward the reminder, which show Logan watching us intently"- but that's not in the picture."

I make a disgusted face and shake my head.

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

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

"Come on, master, is that the practiced you can call up of ? Do you seriously believe I'd be that ashamed to imbibe your pee ? Or be terribly bothered by any of the rest of it ? If so, you greatly lowball me. Let's stop playing tike's games and get down to the really matter. Fuck me ! stuff your dick up my ass and see if you really can hurt me with it. Let's get this over with, veracious now."

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

He rests his hand low down on my abdomen. I suck in my breath 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 chance the area that hurts most. When he reaches a spot low down and just a bit to the left wing of center, I gasp.

"Right there, huh ?"I do not like the smile that spreads across his face. The heel of his hand presses down hard on that place, rubbing in diminished circles.

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

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

I scream and say it again.

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

He leans down, fastening his oral cavity over my right on nipple and sucking. At first, it feels nice. I dare to unbend a bit and try to get myself under control during this surely brief recess. I feel a hand reach for my other nipple, pinching it lightly. If the respite of my physical structure did not pain so often, this might almost be pleasant. But the small amount of water that I managed to wassail is not sitting well in my stomach, and the ache in my gut has turned into acute spasms.

Slowly, victor increases how severe he is sucking, how roughly he is handling me. It goes past the full stop of pleasance and turns into pain. At survive, he stops.

"That's better. Your eyes look a bit brighter now and that pretty blue pecker is getting harder and turning a nice purplish color."He touches me, teasing my straining cock. Then he seeks out the sensitive spot just below my fag end that he burned during our lowest session.

"Schwein ! Scheisskerl !"

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

The finger's breadth continues to rub over the burning, tormenting me. I whimper as quietly as I can.

When he starts pinching and pricking that medium expanse with his claw, I can not help but try to root for away from him, even though I know full phase of the moon well that it is hopeless.

"hell on earth, poof boy, by the time you feel my turncock inside you, it'll be a backup, 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 jemmy to watch you come while I'm fucking you ?"

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

He laughs."You are an usurious little hussy, 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 very much fun with you these days. Maybe I'll sustain you alive a little longer. Or maybe even permanently, if you give me a little encouragement. What do you say, fairy boy ? How much is your life sentence 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 unfriendly retort.

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

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

He does not trust me. He does not even care about me. I am only a instrument in the secret plan he is playing with Logan. Mein Gott ! That is the answer !"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 things I do to him. That's not love."

"It is the only form of love you know."I let him think about that a moment."That is vhy you hate me so. Jimmy loves me, not you. You can not stand that."

"Shut up, faggot 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 red cent ! I'm warning you -"

"Varning me of vhat ? You already intend to drink down me."

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

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

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

"You vill not let me go, although you might try to make him remember you have done so. You vill pop me regardless."

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

"Because as long as I am alert, there is a chance he might find that out and go back to me. Besides, you hate me too much. You can not stand the thought that Jimmy loves me far more than he could possibly love you."

He places his hand flatbed on my venter."You'd better hitch now while you're ahead. Unless you want Jimmy to discover you scream some more."

This is not what I wanted."It does not really matter how loudly I scream. Jimmy vill still not hump you."I meet his centre directly, hoping my next challenge will get him to do what I want him to."Perhaps you are afraid to lie with me, because you might find out you like it. Do you think I have not noticed how heavy you get vhile you're playing vith me ? Maybe you vill find that you like screwing me skillful 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 piddle Jimmy jealous, seeing you fuck someone else and enjoying it. Maybe he vill vant you back again. Or are you afraid to do it ?"I slit my fiercely glowing eyes at him, giving him an self-important glare."Or maybe you can not do it, after all. Maybe you are so hung up on jemmy that you are not capable of screwing anyone else. Is that it ?"

"You'd advantageously just exclude your lip, you damn Hun. You're only getting yourself in deeper."

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

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

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

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

Desperate to prevent Logan from interfering any further, I add one to a greater extent maddened ‘ execration ’."Matte ! Hab ‘ nen Plan ! Sei bereit !"

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

He adjusts the tabular array, much as he did once before, dropping the section with my fundament downwards so that my ass is at the border, and my legs are bent sharply.

"Makes it promiscuous for me to get in real number cryptical, from this angle."He steps between my knees, holding up his cock for me to see."If you're in such a precipitation for this, fairy boy, why don't you look a little more enthusiastic about it ? Hmm ?"

Despite what some men may want to think, no penis is a weapon of mass wipeout. However, almost any penis can go a arm of kind, if the man attached to it wants to use it in that way, especially if it is longer and thicker than pattern. This is clearly what master intends.

I close my eyes and try to clear my judgment in order to sharpen on the floating cloud speculation that helped so much when Mount Logan fisted me. But superior will not allow me this escapism.

"out-of-doors your eyes, baby. I want to see them when I do this."

I shake my forefront.

"Open them, dammit ! Or you'll get my fist instead of my cock !"

I surrender to that requirement.

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

As he did with the butt fire hydrant, he simply shoves his putz into me in one hard thrust, then keeps working it in deeper with sudden jerks of his pelvis.

It hurts. Mein Gott, it hurts so much ! I can not save tranquility, nor can I hold back struggling. There are a lot of incoherent noises a someone can make to verbalise both pleasure or pain. I learned a few new single from winner Creed.

"Nothing to say now, smartass ? Not so certainly of yourself anymore, are you, you blue spell of shit ?"he says between oink."Gon na force it in so far that it rips your guts apart, faggot boy."

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

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

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

The moment I feel his musket ball slap against me, I teleport, clutching his penis within me and concentrating on keeping it there, with the wide-cut intention of taking it along and leaving the rest of him behind.

I reappear just outside the door of the room, and clear that I have been successful in my endeavor. If there was any doubtfulness, the scream and cursing that reaches me even through the closed threshold would induce convinced me. If there is a bomb that will go off when I teleport, that should befall at any second. I hold my breathing spell and pray. The only when thing I hear is a soft"poof ”. No dud, but only the same gas that he used to appropriate us ! I continue to hold my breath.

Now I must hope that my end about Logan being in this Lapplander building are decline. If not, once winner gets over what I have done to him and begins to heal, he will be able-bodied to come after me. Or worse : if I am wrong and there is another building, he may blow up the bomb under Logan before I can get to him.

I look to the left and to the right. There is naught but a short corridor, with one threshold on the side opposition to mine and one doorway next to mine, plus one at the far end.

I must discover Mount Logan quickly now. As I run down the hallway, I am leaving a trail of blood behind me. There is only so a lot metre left before I have to breathe, or before I collapse from loss of origin, for I know some of that bloodline is mine.

The door on the early side of the hall is ajar, revealing obvious animation quarters but no windows. The door at the end is locked.

I can feel the pressure in my lungs, as I run to try the door next to mine. It is also locked. Could it really be that simple ? Was Mount Logan so close to me all along ? Or is this the door to the outside, and Mount Logan is behind the former threshold ? Judging by the layout, it is more likely this doorway, 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 winner catches me now, there will be hell to pay. One threshold or the other, I must act.

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

And find myself right next to Logan ! His optic flare wide with surprise and Hope, as I wrap my arms around him.

We are gone, to reappear immediately just beyond the outside room access and clear of any obstacle. As I search for my next name and address, we both suck in a receive breath of air. He seems a bit groggy, as if he has inhaled at least 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 right, the far end of the helipad is the best I can safely oversee.

As soon as we are there, I scan the jungle. I can not see very far through the botany, but I can see an opening under one of the larger trees, so I take us there. In this manner, I teleport us respective more meter. Each sentence, I grow sapless, sicker, and more tucker out.

Finally I have to blockade. My knee go unaccented. Logan wraps an arm around my shank to tolerate me as I collapse to the ground.

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

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

"You don't mean value - ?"

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

This time he cuts me off."I know, darlin ’. I know. I'll be as heedful as I can, but this is gon na hurt."He picks up a stick and reveal off a unforesightful firearm."Here, bite down on this. I don't want your teeth to do any more scathe to your oral cavity. Now, push as hard as you can."

My teeth go right through the joystick as I try to obey. Even so he has to spread out me further with his fingers in order to get a reach on the ragged and torn physical body of Victor's penis inside my rectum. I hold back a scream and pushing again as he pulls it out, but I do not be active. I lie there, shaking and crying with the pain and the accrued seismic disturbance of what has happened over the final few days, not even looking as Logan tosses the clay into the President Bush around us.

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

I whimper bravely in response. I am absolutely certain there is more damage, because I feel much bad than I should, even after teleporting the two of us repeatedly and rapidly. I am entirely exhausted and hurting badly, but he does not need to know about that.

He is back in a moment.

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

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

"No jokes. Not now."I feel him spread my buttocks and take the soft, sticky substance against and partly into my anus."promise me you'll never pull that trick on me, darlin ’."

"If you vish me to predict that, you must first pull in indisputable you never do anything to merit it."

"No headache on that account, Elf."

"Victor - he vill arise it back ?"

"Yeah. It may subscribe a few hours and it will wound a lot, but he will. Don't lose any quietus over him."

"Ve must get avay from here."

"We will, darlin ’. We will. Let me get these damn needles out of you first. That is, unless you've become attached to your endearing ‘ medallion'by now and would care to celebrate wearing them ?"

"I have not !"

He proceeds down the length of my rear, quickly pulling out the needles and tossing them away, then working on the ones in my penis. The shoemaker's last one to go is the one sticking into my glans. That hurts more than than I had expected. A fall of rake wellspring up, but Mount Logan wipes it away with a finger."Sorry, darlin ’."

I nod a piddling and grin through clenched teeth.

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

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

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

"I can -"

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

As he lifts me in his weapon system, a acute spasm tears through my guts. I cry out, clutch his cervix even harder, and then fade out.

After that I have no consistent memory of what happened for the foresighted part of our trek through the jungle. I suspect I was unconscious much of the clock time, with fleeting episodes of half-consciousness coalesce in.

The next thing I am certainly of is hearing Mount Logan's vocalism. It seems to issue forth from far away, but with each repetition it gets louder.

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

His words penetrate the merciful darkness that held me safely away from my body while he plodded through the rainforest with me in his unwearying arms. At first I try to cut the disturbance. I am so comfortable here. No pain, no fear, just a fog of jazz. But the voice is relentless. He jogs me slightly. A tart cramp of painful sensation parts the pall of my semi-conscious peace.

"Logan, vas -- ?"I murmur resentfully, trying to force my eyes open and my psyche back into on the qui vive. Briefly, I hope we have reached safe, but the verdure still surrounds us. blear and discombobulate, I realize we are on the cant of a blanket reaching of water.

"I'm sorry, darlin ’, but I got ta try to see where we are and figure out if we need to bilk this river or not. I'm gon na have to set you down so I can climb one of these tree, 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 smooth spot of ground at the base of a tree. The trunk is so wide-eyed that both Mount Logan and I holding hands could not easily encircle it. There are no branches lower than about 50 meters.

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

He is covered with cuts and welts from insect pungency, in varying degree of healing. For the matter of that, so am I. But that is the least of my worries. My gut ache, I am infirm as a kitty, and far beyond just exceedingly hungry, not to mention shaking with cold, despite the high temperature of our surroundings. If I do not get treatment soon, I will die, and not in a particularly pleasant manner. But it will not help to sharpen that out to Logan. He may have guessed, but if he has not, I will leave him in ignorance for now. He has enough to concern about.

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

Extending his brand, he literally claws his way up the tree trunk until he reaches the lowest arm, then is quickly lost to spy in the thick foliation. All I want to do is pass out again, but I must not. There is always the possibility that victor is tracking us even now, not to mention all the possible dangers that may lurk in a jungle such as this. Death follows all too easily in the wake of carelessness in such an environment.

It is not long before Mount Logan re-appears, practically sliding down the huge Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk in his hurry to reach the ground. Excitement and succor mingle on his human face as he kneels beside me.

"There's something out there, Elf, and it's not too far away ! I can see the upside of building in a clearing. Even if it's only a small town or plantation, all we need is a phone or radio to reach the sign and get aid. But we'll have to cross this river to get there. It's too late for me to walk across. I tried that before I woke you up and didn't get very far. Have you got the military capability to ‘ port wine us over there, or do I have to swim and tow you along ? Or maybe you just ‘ port yourself and I'll swim ?"

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

By now, he has again lifted me in his subdivision. I gaze across the river, the glare of light from the setting sun dazzling my eyes. The aloofness appears to be approximately three kilometer. I can see what looks like a clean stretchability of grit on the far side, 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 effort to smile, adding a sardonic bird."Same thing I'd say about my ability to swim across, darlin ’."

"Vell, since my vay is well-heeled and faster, let us try that first."

I give him no time to disagree. Wrapping my blazon tighter around his neck, I take us away from our present tense position.

Vertigo such as I have never felt before engulfs me, along with that common cold and discharge spot that is so familiar to me. I feel faint, with blackness closing in on my vision. I fight against it. I must be conscious if I hope to get us back to our own reality !

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

"Rough trip and a mucky landing,"he says with an effort at a indisposed smile."But any landing you can walk away from -"

"—is a good one,"I finish for him, trying to give his smile but hoping I will not throw up instead."I am horribly hungry. Do you think it vould be secure to tope from the river ?"

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

"dehydration may be a greater peril to me than the water supply, right now. I vill shoot the chance, if you vill avail me."I try to rise, but can get no foster than propping myself up on one elbow before my head starts spinning and I must lie down again.

Logan scoops up as a good deal urine as he can sustain in the medal of his hands and holds it to my brim. I suck it in eagerly, but it is hardly enough to help. After a few more inadequate handfuls, he shakes his head."No to a greater extent right now, darlin ’. Even if the body of water's OK, you may project up. leave it a few minute of arc and I'll get you more."

He sits down beside me. We both stare out over the slowly flowing pee. The sun sinks behind the trees on the far side of meat. duskiness will be here soon.

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

"I figure we escaped not long after sunup, so that would realise it the groovy persona of a day so far."

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

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

"And he vill be madder than hell."

“'Fraid so, darlin ’."

secretiveness falls over us again. The water sits heavy in my abdomen, but shows no existent star sign of coming up. I place one hand on my abdomen, pressing gently. It feels hard as a control panel. Not honest at all. I push button 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 frame, you're right. I can plunk up that much from your scent,"he says, without meeting my eyes.

"How about a little more to toast ?"I ask."Then ve can be on our vay."

A few more handfuls of piddle and I am again lifted securely in his blazonry, as easily as if I were a small nipper. Now, at live, I can lay off fighting the weakness and relax. My top dog lolls against his articulatio humeri as he continues our trek through the jungle. The comforting duskiness of oblivion holds me in its arms and I know nothing more.



When I begin to come to again, I have not even the force to open up my heart at first. I can tell I am lying on a hard plod open. Please God, we are not back in superior's hands ! !

vocalisation echo through my head, a foreign terminology - Spanish ? No, but very close. Lusitanian ? Are we in Brazil then ? That would explain the rainforest and the linguistic communication. As I listen, I find that my rudimentary knowledge of Spanish allows me to arrive at out many of the password.

Through the haze of fever and hurting, I feel something stringent around my arm, followed by the small thrust of a needle seeking a vein. Wherever I am, someone is starting an IV on me. A medical examination quickness. We have made it ! Hope rushes through my core. I realize I am terribly hungry. I open my optic, expecting to see Logan's face. No, just two strange women, one of whom continues to search for a mineral vein in my dehydrated body.

drubbing dry lips, I try to verbalise."agua toad, Senhorita ?"I ask, voice cracked and hoarse.

"Yes. right away,"she replies. As she hurries away, I hear her phone call out,"Senhor Logan ! backwash up. Your friend is alert !"

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

The woman returns quickly and holds a crank of body of water to my lips, helping me hold my head up enough to take a few sips."Slowly,"she tells me.

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

"How ya doin ’, Elf ?"

"I vill hold out. I think."

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

"Ha. Ha,"I retort."I vould laugh for substantial, but it vould smart too much."

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

"I vill,"I assure him.

The char has at hold up gotten the IV line set up and started something dripping into my vein. Whatever it is, it hits me firm. I recognize the impression as my head begins to feel lightheaded and my awareness fades.

"Mount Logan -"

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

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



AFTERMATH

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

Of course, 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 transmission is mostly gone. Angelita said I did not involve to be there anymore. In fact, she told me some illuminate exercise vould be good for me, so I am taking a valk."

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

"It is so ahead of time, I vas indisputable you vould still be asleep and I did not vish to disturb you. Why are you up at this hour anyvay ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ja, it does indeed."

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

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

"No problem. OK if I join you ?"

"Sure."

We walk along for a time in silence. The green of the leafage and bushes surrounding me seems brighter than usual and the kind of nature delights my eyes, 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 best-loved point down by the shore of the lake."

"Isn't that kind of far away for your showtime walk of life ?"

"Not if ve chess a little."I grab him and ‘ interface us both a couple of sea mile closer."There ! Now it is not nearly so far. Was ist los, Mount Logan ? You look a piddling greenness around the gulls."

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

I give him a puzzled feel."Who cares ? It makes no more than sense one vay or the other."

I am mostly just teasing him, to take his idea off the fugitive sickness teleporting usually causes him. I put my hand in his and pull him along."Come on. Ve are almost to the lake. I can see it betveen the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It is beautiful other in the break of day. Besides, you vere glad enough to be ‘ ported avay from Victor's clutch, vere you not ?"

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

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



"I'm bein'grievous, 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 know ?"

"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 storm and Mystique, vhile you vere gone ?"

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

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

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

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

"I was still trying to absorb all the things he had told me about my past tense. I woulda told ya after I'd gotten it all straightened out. Like I said, the justly 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 sorry of it. The worst is that I loved it. I loved it so a lot that I spent an entire month with him, and almost made it the rest of my life. Yet it was awful. Brutal and brutal and bloody."

"I can imagine."

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

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

I take a breathing spell, as I prepare to ask a head of my own, aware that I may not like the result."How a lot vere you tempted to stay vith him ?"

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

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

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

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

"I guess I wanted to find out as a lot about my past tense as I could, before I told him I was going back to you."He held up his deal, as if to ward off my next words before I could say them."I know, I know. That was stupe and I'm sorry."

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

"Hey, ya got that one right field !"

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

We both get a jest out of that.

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

We hurry the rest of the way through the trees. The water spark in the early break of day sun, as a light snap skip over the surface. I drink in the expanse of puritanical, fringed with green vegetation. Ah, I have missed this so ! I have always thought that my soul would wither and die if I did not have such looker to seem upon now and then. Yes, nature is cruel and uncaring, yet that is what our center seek out, that is what they are meant to view. 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 pass off to have a couple of granola bars in my air hole, the chocolatey ace 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 piece on it, wanting to attain the taste hold out as long as possible. Logan devours his in three bit. He seems somewhat tense as we sit together, staring across the lake.

"Uh - Elf ? There was Sir Thomas More I wanted to assure you, beyond what I've said already."

I wince, not sure as shooting if there is any more he can say that I truly want to know. But I am the one who places so much importance on honesty and openness, so I can not refuse."Go on."

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

I almost burst out laughing, mostly from alleviation."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 bare. You vere there vith him, enjoying the sex very much, perhaps even More than vith me most of the time."He starts to say something, but again I raise my script to discontinue 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 stay there, zero but the wilderness and your fear for me, you vould not receive given up something that vas of large time value to you in order to be vith me."

"You're nutcase, darlin ’."

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

"Shit, Elf ! Ya didn't just have got your own. You rescued me. Do you conceive I didn't poster 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 buff, at least as a great deal as I can remember, isn't exactly reassuring."

"I am not one of your yesteryear lovers. I am, after all, the Amazing Incredible Nightcrawler, remember ?"

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

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

He gives me that shit-eating smile."How would the unbelievable Amazing Nightcrawler like to blow me ?"

"Vas ?"

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

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

Suiting natural process to words, I give him an exaggerated grin, then ferment my head away."There, you see ? No man in his right mind vould put his phallus into my mouth, not even superior. You have never done more than occasionally moderate yours up to my lips vhen you are ready, so I can drink in your cum."

I lick my lips at the thought, recalling the touch sensation and the taste of him.

"Yeah, Elf, I know. But you'd like ta do to a greater extent, wouldn't ya ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know. But sit there and discover me out, huh ?"His paw is still around my tail end. He slides his fingers a little way along my hind end until they are at the place where it joins my torso, then reaches down for that sensitive spot and massages it gently. The burn that winner inflicted on me has healed long ago, but there is still a visible scar. But I must put that behind me, and simply accept the pleasure that I feel.

I do not have to fit in to remain where I am. I know my indrawn breathing space and the glow that is starting to fill my eyes has agreed for me.

"Open your rima oris as wide as you can. Yeah, like that. Hmm. Is that the safe you can do ?"

I nod, my oral cavity still stretched assailable. It is painfully evident that the temporomandibular reefer where my jaw connects to my skull are not at all as pliant as most of the remainder of my joints.

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

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

"OK. Now try my thumb."

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

"bread and butter suckin ’. I want to try something."

The handwriting that was on my tail motility around to the battlefront to reach down into my sweat pants and get hold of my shaft. As my organic structure reacts to this, my mouth closes slightly before I can terminate it. I taste line of descent. Scheisse !

"It's OK, darlin ’. I expected that to bump. You've got ta pay more attention to what you're doing and less to what I'm doing, that's all."

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

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

I let my eyes close, imagining I have something more concern between my rim, wondering how it would feel.

His hand goes up underneath my sweatshirt. His digit pinch one of my pap sharply, but I do not oppose by forgetting about my dentition. No rip this time.

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

He is now rubbing his cauterize palm over the tip of my nipple. I refuse to be distracted from my task, even though my dickhead is getting hard and my tail is twitching with delight.

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

"Nein. I vish to kneel before you."

His lip give a slight upwards quirk as he rises to his foundation."You're a unusual one, Elf."

"I know."

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

"You are the one who carried me through the jungle, so ve shall call it even."I kneel and start unfastening his belted ammunition, as he spreads his knees slightly and leans back against the tree. Very quickly, I have his jeans and underwear pushed down his thighs, with his stiffening stopcock jutting out above the textile. His loggerheaded pubic haircloth obscures the base, but his foreskin has already begun to soak up back as he becomes glut. I can smell the characteristic odor of a man's genitals.

I need him almost ready to come before I take him, since I do not await to be able to restrain my mouth open as astray as will be necessary for a farsighted clock time.

As I reach for that so-familiar penis, I realize how very seldom I have approached it from this angle. It feels different somehow. Around us, the raspberry and the dirt ball sing their songs, and the svelte lapping of the waves on the shore keep clip. The breeze brings forth a rustle of foliage from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree command overhead, as I glance up the length of Logan's torso from my new vantage stop, my finger teasing his shaft with gruntle sense of touch, soon changing into a regular slash as they combine to hold him within a fist. His pelvic girdle begin to move in metre with my rhythm method of birth control and he groans.

I lick the oral sex of his penis, swirling my tongue around the sensitive corona, then add my mouth, sucking his puss. How often have I taken this wondrous component of a man's torso into my ass, I wonder, letting it stir to biography that fire that always smoulder rich inside me ? And yet, how fragile a matter it is, to be able-bodied to cause such joy.

In a spry split second of sensation, I remember how it felt to ‘ port while taking Victor's turncock along inside me. Yes, all too slight, and easily destroyed. I shiver at the storage. Would I have done that, if I did not be intimate he could bring around ? Yes, I decide, for I had been given no other choice.

Logan's body is tense and straining. I see a droplet of pre-cum phase at his pussy and lick it off, just as I open my mouth to study him in, my lips pulled down as far as I can to cover my vicious teeth. As I suspected, it is not well-heeled for my jaws to give this far, but I am determined not to cause him any equipment casualty, but only give him pleasure.

He pushes cryptical into my mouth, tentatively at first, then with more than sureness as he meets with no botheration. As he hits the back of my throat, I can not suppress a gag, but I overcome it quickly. I struggle to hold him more tightly, sucking on him now, despite the ache in my jaws.

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

A shiver runs through me at his words, and I try harder to devour his hammer fully. But it is unmanageable, and an unfamiliar thing for me to do. I am drooling uncontrollably, trying to observe the calendar method of birth control of his thrusts as well as I can. His hand touches the binding of my head, but he does not try to force me snug, as surely must be his impulse. He just holds my pilus and murmur vowel,"So skilful, darlin ’."

My jaws hurt seriously, and it is severely to take a breather around the object now far down my throat, but I persevere. I can no longer sustain my lip as full undefendable. I feel him kowtow one of my lower teeth and taste roue, but it does not look to bother Logan at all. He is very close to coming now. Soon he will -

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

An incongruous picture news bulletin across my mind : kneeling at the altar rail as the priest lays the ordain Wafer on my clapper, then offers me a sip from the Chalice. Is this opine profanation - or just a different figure of holiness ? At one and the Lapplander metre, I beg my God for forgiveness and offer thanks for the almost unbearable beauty of this moment.

Then my back talk is void and Logan is kneeling in front of me, hugging me fill up against him and kissing my cum-and-blood-stained lips.

His hands unfasten my belt, as I realize I have a hard and aching hard-on. Barely do I feel the warm picnic on my freed cock, followed by the touch of his deal on the sensitive physical body than I empty myself into the palm of his hand.

To my surprise, Mount Logan raises his hand to his brim and sucks the slick glob of cum into his sassing, then kisses me with the mouthful of my own cum, as our tongues intertwine. I have always thought that to be a repellant matter to do, yet this time it is not. It is only a deep sharing between us.

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

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

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

"Hurts, huh ?"

"Ja."I wiggle my jaw from face to side experimentally."I vish I vere like a snake in the grass, and could slip my jaws in ordination to svallow declamatory objects."

"Just be glad ya never had to give Victor a blow job, darlin ’."

I must induce looked horrified at that, as he added hastily,"I was only Tarawa-Makin'a put-on. Relax."

But already the double has flashed across my idea of winner's hand tearing through Mount Logan's gut, and his scream of pain rings through my head.

"Hold me, Mount Logan,"I beg through trembling lips.

As if he knows what I am experiencing, he pulls me over onto him, my head on his breast, his weapon system clutching me tightly against him.

"I'm OK, darlin ’. It's over."

"I know."But I continue to shake.

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

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

"Ya won't lose me, ya mute Jerry,"he says, ruffling my whisker."I don't get lost light, unless I want to."

"You called me a dull Kraut."

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

"Could you understand any of it ?"

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

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

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

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




German version the pits HATH NO FURY. ..

Lieber Gott ! beloved God !

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

Es tut verdammt weh ! It hurts like hell !

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

Scheisse ! Shit !

Du bist der Abschaum der menschlichen Gesellschaft !
You are the scum of the globe !

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

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

Entschuldigung. free pardon me.

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

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






German language displacement. .. LIKE A MUTANT SCORNED

Vas ? What ?

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

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

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

Verdammt ! Der Teufel soll dich holen !
red cent ! The daimon take you !

Es ist sehr schön. It's very beautiful.

Schwein ! Scheisskerl ! Pig ! Filthy creature !

Schweinhund Pig-dog

Matte !
Stop ! ( Nipponese martial arts term which has been established in a previous narration that they both understand. )

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

Sei bereit ! Be ready !

Senhorita/Senhor Portuguese for Mr/Miss

Agua Spanish for H2O



GERMAN transformation AFTERMATH

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

Was ist los ? What's wrong ?

Scheisse ! Shit !

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

Vas ? What ?



STORY ARC - In Holy Order

Something a niggling Different
As the sprig is bent grass
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury