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One Summer at Stevens Point Ch. 02
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author.
I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep that night and it wasn t just because the bruise on my head prevented me from lying in my favored sleeping position. I knew I d gotten off lightly–there was nothing to have prevented my trick from beating me to a pulp in the empty locker room or to have come back with a cop accusing me of making indecent advances.
It wasn t just around the students and parents at the Institute that I had to be on guard. Even searching for quick anonymous relief seemed fraught with danger here. I found myself becoming profoundly depressed not only for myself but also for the boy who had come on to then assaulted me. I could only imagine the conflicts that raged within him.
It was probably around one when I finally fell asleep. Inevitably I was awakened around six by the high piping voices of small children going past my door on their way to breakfast. My head throbbed and I knew I d have to take something for it. I lay in my bed and groaned at the thought of a full day s teaching ahead in my dazed and confused state. There was no point in trying to fall asleep again–I d have to be up for real in less than an hour.
I decided to try a walk before breakfast. The cool slightly misty morning air hit my face as I left the dorm and in spite of myself my spirits begin to lift. The bad taste of the events of yesterday afternoon finally began to fade. Needless to say I hadn t cum during yesterday s abortive encounter. I sighed as I realized that despite everything I was still incurably ragingly horny. Would I never learn? Shaking my head I began to walk toward the athletic fields.
I kept to the sidewalk at the edge of the large grassy rectangle that held the Stevens Point outdoor track. Even at this early hour there was already someone on it setting a brisk pace. It was a man dressed only in a pair of turquoise running shorts. The color seemed startlingly bright in the morning light and emphasized the top condition of his body. He drew close and I noted that the hair on his chest was peppered with gray. Not bad looking for an old guy quite nice in fact…
I was shaken out of my increasingly lustful reverie by a voice calling my name.
Good morning Mr. Hewitt! The figure raised one arm in a friendly wave.
The runner knew who I was. I peered closely at his face for the first time and saw eyes that even at this distance were blue the face framed by curly graying hair and beard.
It was one of the parents in my ten o clock master class–Molly s dad. I desperately searched my brain for his name hoping he hadn t noticed that I d been checking him out.
The man had stopped on the track opposite where I was on the sidewalk breathing hard glistening with sweat his muscular chest rising and falling. I was very conscious of his superb physique. Even though I was probably ten or twelve years younger I felt flabby and inferior.
Mr. Wagner. I d finally remembered his name. It was after all only the second day of Institute.
Call me Mike please. You re out early.
So are you. Molly still asleep?
Mike Wagner was shaking out his legs corded with muscle.
No she s eating breakfast. One of the other moms down the hall was nice enough to take her so I could get in my daily run. I usually do it before she gets up but today I overslept.
You re very dedicated. Feeling bold I added It shows.
Molly s father smiled. Thanks. It gets me out of bed in the morning.
There was a pause. I found myself wanting to keep the conversation going. I said with mock severity I hope you and Molly did her assignment last night.
Mike nodded vigorously. Oh yes sir. Twenty-five times on the jungle. The jungle was the trickiest passage in the movement of the Vivaldi Concerto Molly was playing. Setting the metronome a little faster each time. She complained a bit but we did it.
Good I said. We ll hear that first today.
Mike grimaced a bit. I hope I got it right. Lois–my late wife–was a musician herself. Since she s been gone I ve often wondered whether I was really helping Molly. I ve worried a lot that I was messing her up.
I sensed he was talking about more than violin playing. Some impulse made me answer in kind. You re doing a great job with her. I can tell she s having the time of her life here this week. She really looks up to you. I stopped wondering whether I d said too much.
Mike Wagner was looking at me with an unreadable expression. Thanks. That means a lot to me. He left the track and came toward me. I kept my eyes on his face with a conscious effort but the impact of his presence was palpable. My breathing quickened and I felt lightheaded.
You know I ve come to Stevens Point several years and Molly s had a different teacher every year. None of them have been bad and some of them have been really good. But you re the best ever. He reached out and grasped my upper arm startling me. Mr. Hewitt it s a privilege for Molly and me to work with you.
Well thank you I managed. And call me Alan.
Still gripping my shoulder Mike offered his other hand. I shook it dazed by his smile and charisma. Okay Alan. But Molly s still going to call you Mr. Hewitt. I ve got to finish my run. See you in class.
Something changed in our relationship after that early morning conversation though the lessons with Molly went on pretty much the same. I worked her hard in the ten or twelve minutes I had with her every morning and gave her an assignment for each evening tempering my demands with humor. Molly laughed a lot quite unfazed by my attempts at sternness.
Occasionally though I would catch sight of Mike not watching his daughter or the teaching point I was trying to illustrate but me. I should have been flattered that he was following my every move so intently but I found it disturbing. It got so I avoided looking in his direction while teaching his daughter not that that was easy. Mike came to class every morning dressed in a T-shirt or polo shirt and shorts that showed off his narrow hips and long sinewy legs. One day he wore a tank top and I even caught one or two of the mothers of the other students eyeing him covertly. If only they knew the teacher felt the same way.
I tried to relieve my tensions in the way I usually did by swimming. I d thought about not going back to the Y but decided what the hell. The chances were that I wouldn t see the blond boy who had decked me and even if I did he probably wasn t eager for another encounter either. As it turned out I never saw him again. So I had to content myself with Jack Gormley in his Speedos. I found myself idly speculating about my chances with him. But it wasn t in me deliberately to try and disrupt a long-term relationship no matter what unconscious signals Jack might be sending out.
Wednesday evening of Institute week I was slated to play on a faculty recital. As I was practicing my piece with the Institute accompanist in the gymnasium that afternoon I sensed someone sitting in the very back listening. After casting a few glances in that direction I realized it was Mike. I didn t acknowledge him but noticed that he stayed until I had finished playing.
Performing in public has always been a difficult experience for me even when I know the audience is mostly children and parents and safely uncritical. I was shaking palms sweaty when I walked out onstage and counted myself lucky to get through my piece without a major disaster. I bowed and left feeling my usual mixture of relief that it was over and annoyance that my nerves had torpedoed some of my best intentions.
I escaped the congratulations as soon as I could–I never felt I deserved them–and took refuge in my dorm room. During the year in Chicago chilling out after a performance usually meant going out usually to a bar or if I were really keyed up to one of the bathhouses. Drinking and sex were usually enough to keep me from dwelling on the performance just past replaying the imperfections over and over in my mind like a defective CD. Of course doing such things here was out of the question.
My moody thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on my door. I wasn t expecting anybody to stop by. I fervently hoped it wasn t one of the adult trainees in the teacher development course I was doing this week–they could easily stay for an hour or more plying me with questions I d heard countless times before and that could easily have been taken care of in class.
I opened the door. Mike Wagner stood there smiling. He was dressed a bit more formally than usual in a short-sleeved dress shirt and khakis. In one hand he held two clear plastic cups in the other a bottle of scotch.
I was hoping you d be here he said. I thought I d offer to throw a little reception in honor of your wonderful performance.
Taken by surprise I blushed and stammered. Aw Mike you didn t have to do that.
I know. I wanted to. Do you have any ice? I rented a refrigerator for the week–I can go back to my room and get some if you don t have any.
I have some. This is damn nice of you.
So I can come in before someone sees me with this illegal contraband?
Settled in with our Scotches him in the one chair in the room me sitting on the bed Mike raised his drink. To you Alan. He swallowed.
Thanks I said. I raised my plastic cup in turn. To children and parents who care enough to give them the gift of music.
Mike said nothing but smiled as he raised his glass. We drank again. The strong liquor started to go to my head. The top two buttons on Mike s shirt were unbuttoned and I caught myself staring at the hair on his chest peeking out through the opening.
Not that it s any of my business but where s Molly tonight?
She s become great pals with one of the other little girls in your class–Sarah Wilkes. They decided they wanted to do a slumber party. Sarah s mom is great she said sure come on over. She told me she s going to sit in the dorm lounge and watch TV until they fall asleep. Knowing Molly she s in for a long night Mike chuckled.
He paused then added Mrs. Wilkes is a single mom–divorced. I ve caught her looking at me once or twice this week as if she d like to invite _me_ over for a slumber party. He laughed self-consciously.
Well you are one of the few unattached men around here. Imbibing had loosened my tongue and it seemed I was on a roll for I continued Think you ll ever marry again Mike?
Mike took a long time to answer staring into space. Maybe he was feeling the buzz too. No he said finally. After a pause he added I don t think I have it in me.
Do you ever think Molly might need a mother? I regretted asking the question as soon as the words had left my lips. Mike raised his head and looked at me not angry or offended as I had expected but with a strange and sorrowful expression.
It s weird when you re widowed and have a kid he said. Especially here no one sees you as anything except a parent. Molly s dad. Sarah s mom. You can t imagine how many people have said that to me. My own parents are the worst. Get married again for the sake of the child they say. No one thinks about whether it would be good for me.
Mike I m sorry I said abashed. I was out of line.
He shook his head. It s okay. You just touched a nerve that s all.
We sat in silence and sipped our drinks. Soon Mike drained his plastic cup and rose. Guess I d better turn in.
So soon? I bitterly regretted what I d said earlier.
Mike smiled. Alan it s okay really. It s just that I m rather looking forward to a night by myself in the room.
Thanks for the Scotch. That was very thoughtful I said still feeling like I d ruined the evening.
Don t mention it. And keep the rest. You may need it after Friday s grand finale.
We were both standing facing each other. I didn t know exactly what I was expecting and Mike seemed irresolute as well. Then he clapped me heartily on the shoulder. Good night Alan he said and was gone.
I stood feeling as if a chance to unravel whatever it was that was going on between us had been lost.
Halfway through Institute week it always seems as if it will never end but finally it was Friday. The grand finale the group concert of all the Institute violin students would take place at night.
I wasn t jaded yet like some of the veteran teachers and I still found the spectacle of hundreds of violin students standing in the UWSP gymnasium playing the Suzuki songs in unison young and old together to be a thrilling experience. Still it had turned out to be a rather strange week and the distractions definitely affected my playing. I found myself wandering off course during some of the songs easy ones that I could play in my sleep. I hurriedly looked around to see if any of the other teachers playing near me had noticed. My performer s ego had apparently survived the week intact at any rate.
The final concert being over didn t mean that I was finished yet. I still had to read through observations that the members of my teacher course had written about classes they d watched that day. Back in my room I looked at the pile of sheets on my desk sighed and set to work. Then there was the task of returning them since we had already met for the last time and I wouldn t see my trainees again before they left. Fortunately most of them were in the same dorm I was in so I walked up and down the hallways sliding papers under room doors hurrying away so as not to get into conversations. When I was done at last it was almost midnight. The heat wave that had rolled into Stevens Point in the last day or so showed no signs of letting up and the room was warm and close. I really needed another shower before I turned in.
As I walked down the hall toward the men s bathroom soap shampoo and towel in hand I heard water running. My first reaction was annoyance. I d waited until now to take a shower precisely so that I could have some privacy. I heaved a sigh opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. There was a bathrobe hung on one of the hooks outside the entrance to the communal shower. I put my stuff down on the tiled floor peeled off my T-shirt and gym shorts and hung my clothes and my towel on another hook.
If the Stevens Point men s dorm had been cruisy the shower in this bathroom might have been an interesting place because it was so small. There were just four shower heads set close together. A man stood under the spray rushing out of the one furthest from the entrance. He was tall with broad shoulders and a slender waist. His legs were lean and roped with muscle his buttocks dimpled. He turned at that moment. It was Mike Wagner.
I drew in my breath sharply. Mike seemed a bit taken aback as well but nodded and said hello. Trying to stay calm I turned on the spray and began to soap myself keeping my back to Mike. I willed myself not to stare at his body even though I wanted to desperately.
Mike though began to make conversation. Great concert wasn t it?
Yes it was I answered half wishing he would finish up and leave at the same time wishing he would stay.
Lord it s hot tonight. I waited till now to take a shower. Hate it when half the world s walking through this bathroom. Reminds me of high school gym class.
I smiled weakly not saying anything. At that moment I didn t need to be reminded of high school gym class and its frustrations.
Besides some of the guys on this hall shouldn t be allowed to take their clothes off in public.
A bubble of astonished laughter escaped from me and I looked at Mike. There was something in his smile that made me hold his gaze.
Present company excepted of course Alan.
My throat felt dry. Thanks I managed. To my horror I felt myself getting hard. Here I was giving myself away in front of the father of one of my students. I turned away again and began to rinse off. I had to finish up and get out of here.
Alan?
What? I said brusquely.
Could I borrow some of your shampoo? I forgot to bring mine.
There wasn t any way to refuse. With a sigh I picked up my bottle and turned. Mike was facing me and my eyes couldn t stop from wandering down to the area below his flat stomach. His crotch was forested with a dense mass of pubic hair out of which rose a long uncut and definitely stiffening cock.
The sight of his arousal sent a jolt of electricity through me. I looked up and our eyes met and locked. So the signals I thought I d been receiving from this man all week were real. What was I going to do about it? Frantic voices in my brain reminded me of where I was and the trouble I could bring upon myself.
The desire and frustration that I had brought with me to the Institute and that had increased during the past few days were too much though. As if in a dream I stepped closer. I saw my hand reach out and grasp what was being offered my brain half expecting Mike to pull away shouting in indignant protest.
Nothing happened. I breathed in the steamy heat of the shower felt the water splash over my skin. I felt the hard smooth flesh of Mike s dick in my palm watched the rounded purple head emerge from the foreskin as I slowly moved my hand back and forth.
I looked in Mike s face again. His eyes were closed his mouth slightly open. There was no doubt that he was enjoying this. Feeling bolder I moved closer and put one arm around him. His own arms rose and encircled me in a tight wet embrace. Trapped between our bodies our hard cocks pressed against one another.
Come to my room I whispered in his ear.
I d said the wrong thing. Mike s eyes flew open and an expression of alarm appeared on his face. He shook his head.
I can t. I ve got to get back to Molly.
He pulled himself from my grasp and hurriedly stepped from the shower into the drying area grabbing his towel and rubbing himself in quick jerky motions. Completely at a loss I stood watching him soap still on my body my arousal forgotten.
Mike what s the matter?
He was putting on his bathrobe.
I m sorry Alan. I shouldn t have done that. I m sorry… It s just–
Frustration made me speak without thinking. It s just what Mike? It s just that you were leading me on?
Shh. Please–not so loud. Mike tied the belt of his robe around his waist. Let s forget it. Good night.
He flung open the bathroom door and almost knocked over a sleepy-eyed man coming to brush his teeth. He disappeared as the new arrival looked at me startled. I realized I was standing stark naked dripping water and suds. There was nothing to do but get back in the shower.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Sacrificed by Curiosity Ch. 09
The coven was good enough to dump Doug on the steps of an ER in a cross-town hospital and to drop me off at home with one of the younger men from the group there with me to clean me up straighten up the damage to our bedroom and provide an alibi for me when the police arrived later that evening. After the police left I went into the bathroom and ran a steaming bath. I stretched out in the tub and soaped myself listening to classic music on a CD. I looked up and saw that the young coven member was standing posed enticingly in the doorway to the bathroom watching me sponge my tired torso arms and legs off and apparently thoroughly enjoying the view.
He looked so young and fresh. He couldn t have been more than nineteen years old. A strawberry blond with a smooth chiseled chest. He was stripped to the waist and was wearing extremely low-rise faded jeans that showed a good inch of reddish pubic hair. His pecs were held high and his arms were muscled but not overly so a very lithe youth. I wondered how his initiation into the coven had gone and how recently that had happened. He looked barely used.
Okay I m settled back in now I said. Thanks for your help and for giving me an alibi. You can go now.
Do you really want me to leave? The young man asked. I mean with the alibi I left shouldn t I be leaving some DNA around or something in case the police want to check out whether we really were together?
I rather think this bath will be taking care of that I responded dryly.
Oh. Well it s just that Don told me there would be something in it for me if I came home with you and helped you get the place back into order and provided an alibi.
Something in it for you? Like what?
You are quite a legend in the coven. All anyone can talk about is your initiation ceremony and well I wasn t in the coven yet. But seeing you in action this eveningвЂâ€
So the long and short of it is that you want to top me. Is that it?
Well . . . Doesn t everyone?
Strip those pants off and let me see you. I m pretty picky.
What? Oh yes sir. And the jeans and briefs quickly came off. I nearly swallowed my tongue. Another long beautiful cock hard and curved up nicely.
Oh hell. Why not? I responded with a weary sigh. But make it quick. Come on into the tub.
The young man eagerly entered the tub with me just as Bolero was conveniently starting on my CD. I appreciated the clichГ©d momentвЂâ€almost laughed out loudвЂâ€and left the music running. None of this seemed real anyway. I spread my legs up onto the rim of the tub and he slid under my buttocks kneeling on his thighs. He entered me his luscious dick curving up into my prostrate well before the rhythmic section of the music started to pick up its jungle-like beat and he proved to be musically vigorous in being able to stay right on the beat with his long strokes even as they intensified. Then we made more languid waves through the bathwater as he slow-fucked me through Clair de Lune. And when he had bathed my insides with his young hot cum I graciously acknowledged that maybe he had a point about bolstering my alibi in this manner. He had spurted semen so deep inside me a mere tub bath wasn t going to erase the proof that he d been having sex inside me this evening. I didn t bother to point out that I had the cum of four other men including Doug mingling inside me from this evening s exertions which no doubt would really confuse a diagnostic lab.
During a particular wild Yanni number with even a more pronounced beat than Bolero I showed the young man that I could pound ass with the best of them as well and he proved to be so tight and yelled grunted and groaned so believingly that I doubted that his initiation into the coven had been anywhere near as vigorous or stretching as mine had been. I was almost sorry to see him pull those jeans back over those plump orbs of his and slip out into the night.
In the subsequent weeks the police only halfheartedly pursued the case of Doug s beating and brutal rape being homophobic by nature and assuming that Doug had probably deserved all that had happened to him. I also later found out that someone in the office of the mayor was protecting Donatien s operation.
I had the bedroom completely redone while Doug was recovering from his surgery in the hospital. When he was returned to me it took him mouths to recuperate to the point that he was even able to walk in the house. For weeks he just gazed at me with empty eyes. And he only slowly became interested in anything remotely connected with sex which was quite a contrast to the randy devil he d been earlier.
It was a week or more after my plowing by Thomas and company before I was able to walk around anything but bowlegged as well. But I recovered remarkably quicklyвЂâ€and a good thing that I did because almost from the beginning I found myself summoned by Donatien at least once a week. I wasn t taken to the stone coven cavern again but was deposited in one of the lush upstairs bedrooms where whatever coven member was receiving an award that evening would find me and ravish me. Often I serviced more than one at a time. These sessions fed on my anger not the least because I began to look forward to the sex that I couldn t be having with Doug.
More than a third of my sessions at the mansion were with Donatien himself. He would keep me all night and an initial furious assault on my ass would quickly change to prolonged gentle rocking in and out in a comfortable position. I grew to suspect that he loved me and that no matter what cruel streak he had he was protecting me from the worst that he could do.
I had discovered three very interesting facts about myself in these weeks. I had an asshole and canal that was remarkably pliable and able to retract back to reasonable size even after having been doubled by two gigantic cocks. And even more remarkable than that I now realized that I loved the sex. I could feel pain until my canal had adjusted to whatever partner I was with but it was becoming quite evident that I reveled in having a dick up my ass in all sorts of inventive positions and a cock in my mouth. If it was just the physical act of getting plowed I would have enjoyed myself immensely. But I was being mentally and emotionally raped with each summoning to the mansion and I could not come to grips with losing control over my body in this way.
The third thing I learned from this period something that I would have gleaned sooner if I d analyzed the events of the past several months was that I realized that I was extraordinarily attractive to men. Even the straightest of men undressed me with their eyes and speculated about having sex with me.
I began to plot my revenge on Donatien and as I did before I decided to use my attraction to other men to put this revenge into play.
I researched the members of all of the vice squads in the city s police precincts and soon hit a bonanza. There was a thirty-something ripped muscles square-cut body and sandy crew-cut Marine drill sergeant type of a vice detective who worked out nearly every evening in one of the gyms I already had a membership to. He liked to work out when he came off shift apparently to exercise off all of the frustrations and aggressiveness that came with his job. And thus he d been given the keys to the gym to close up after himself after a workout that had extended into the early morning hours.
One evening I timed my own workout for the end of the regular day. He arrived on the floor very close to closing and I could tell that he was pent up with adrenaline from the intensity of his workout. I slipped into the locker room and made sure I was in the shower after everyone but the detective had left. Shortly thereafter the detective closed up the building after them finished his routine and slammed into the locker room the workout not having come close to assuaging his energy and anger.
I was standing there under a stream of water giving him a full frontal of my luscious body and soaping myself intimately when he burst into the shower. He glowered at me from across the room as I soaped up and stroked my cock and I stared him down as his belligerent glare changed to a look of animalistic desire and his cock started to stand to attention.
I turned off the water padded back to the entrance of the shower room and toweled off slowly and caressingly giving him both front and butt shots. I barely had my briefs and T-shirt on when I heard this animal howl from the entrance of the shower and he was upon me still dripping wet. He threw me up against the bank of lockers literally tore my T-shirt off my torso and wrapped a beefy arm entwined with ropy veins around my waist. He pulled my pelvis into his and I could feel the urgency of himвЂâ€and he could feel my hardness as wellвЂâ€and he went for my chest and nipples with his mouth and tongue in loud slurping sounds.
I gasped and asked him to stop which he took as a further turn on which I had suspected he would. Pushing me down to my knees and taking my head in his hands he commanded me to suck him which I did paying particular attention to pushing his uncut foreskin off his glans with my lips and rimming where the helmet met the bulk of the cock with my tongue and flicking his piss slit. I also moaned in feigned terror for him and acted like I wanted to disengage several times which pleased him immensely. Tension was draining out of him to the point of him realizing this was exactly what he needed but he was still tightly strung enough to take out his pent-up anger on my body.
He pulled his locker open behind me and pulled out several objects. Pushing me down on my back on the bench welded to the floor between the lockers he handcuffed my wrists behind me and under the bench slat. He ripped off my briefs. Then he showed me a policeman s billy club which he proceeded to lather up with salve from a tube. I babbled my fear to him and pleaded with him to stop and let me go. He just laughed and lathered up my asshole as well. He produced cording from somewhere and lashed my legs by the ankles to the lock holes in lockers on either side of the bench. My legs now were spread wide to him. Then he straddled the bench behind me and started to work the billy club into my ass. I screamed and hollered virginally for him but he was mightily surprisedвЂâ€and further turned onвЂâ€when he discovered that I could take the billy club inside me. While he was rotating it around in me and pushing it ever deeper he stroked my cock with his other hand and indulged in tasting it for himself.
He had only pushed the club in five inches or so when he was overcome with desire and exchanged the billy club for his own club sliding in and out of me across the top of the bench. I changed my tune for him now moaning and sighing and grunting and convincing him he was the best and that I was loving what he was doing to me. I told him I was dying to kiss him and he released me from the handcuffs so that I could raise my torso to him and kiss him deeply on the mouth. He released my legs then too.
As soon as I was released I pushed him away and made like I was going to make a run for it. With a loud animalistic roar though he caught me and pushed me into the shower and up against the wall with my cheek and belly flat against the wet surface. He turned the shower on full blast above us commanded me to spread my legs and with one hand pushing my chest into the wall and the other on my belly pulling my pelvis back toward him he roughly plunged into me and pumped away at me.
I m sorry I m sorry he was moaning as he plowed me deep becoming aware that he was (he thought) raping me but not being able to help himself.
Deeper harder I answered increasingly putting my own butt into countermotion to his stroking. Eventually he pulled out of me his hot cum spewing up my back.
This copious and furious ejaculation drained the last of his anger and frustration from him and he stood there close behind me his dick still in me but withering away as his breathing became more and more regular.
I m so sorry he whispered in my ear. I ve never done anything like that before. I don t know what came over me. I just have all of this stuff built up inside me. I ll never touch you again. I don t know what to do or say beyond that.
No apologies I whispered back. I loved it. It was just the way I like it. Please don t say you ll never do it again.
Oh God he moaned. You mean you d let me take you like I was raping you again.
Again and again and again I answered Whenever you need release.
We kissed then dried off and went our separate ways after I gave the detective my business card with my home address and phone number on it.
He did call on me again frequently and each time we followed the pattern of his fetish with him assaulting me in ambush ripping my clothes off plowing me first with a dildo or some other inanimate object and then fucking me with his own tool until his cum and tension drained away and with me going from pleading and resistance to acceptance and hot desire.
After several weeks I felt I controlled him enough to tell him about Donatien s coven and suggesting that the vice squad should bust up that operation.
I wish he murmured to me as we lay spent beside each other and he stroked my nipples through a ripped T-shirt and pushing the flash light off the bed that he d used to plow me before fucking me with his own dick. We know about that operation but someone in the mayor s office is protecting it. We haven t been able to make a move on it. I d love to initiate that. It would make my career.
But you d move if the mayor s office OKed the raid? I asked my hand cuddling and lightly rolling his balls.
Oh Gawd oh Gawd he whimpered under my touch. Yes certainly we d take them down immediately. And all other conversation was then suspended as he rolled over on top of me grabbed my wrists in his strong hands and pushed them over my head and entered my ass again roughly with his cock. He was wearing a cock ring with studs around it and I moaned in appreciation as they did a friction dance on my asshole rim.
As much as he was pleasuring me I was able even then to begin planning anew my vengeance against the coven.
that showed a good inch of reddish pubic hair. His pecs were held high and his arms were muscled but not overly so a very lithe youth. I wondered how his initiation into the coven had gone and how recently that had happened. He looked barely used.
Okay I m settled back in now I said. Thanks for your help and for giving me an alibi. You can go now.
Do you really want me to leave? The young man asked. I mean with the alibi I left shouldn t I be leaving some DNA around or something in case the police want to check out whether we really were together?
I rather think this bath will be taking care of that I responded dryly.
Oh. Well it s just that Don told me there would be something in it for me if I came home with you and helped you get the place back into order and provided an alibi.
Something in it for you? Like what?
You are quite a legend in the coven. All anyone can talk about is your initiation ceremony and well I wasn t in the coven yet. But seeing you in action this eveningвЂâ€
So the long and short of it is that you want to top me. Is that it?
Well . . . Doesn t everyone?
Strip those pants off and let me see you. I m pretty picky.
What? Oh yes sir. And the jeans and briefs quickly came off. I nearly swallowed my tongue. Another long beautiful cock hard and curved up nicely.
Oh hell. Why not? I responded with a weary sigh. But make it quick. Come on into the tub.
The young man eagerly entered the tub with me just as Bolero was conveniently starting on my CD. I appreciated the clichГ©d momentвЂâ€almost laughed out loudвЂâ€and left the music running. None of this seemed real anyway. I spread my legs up onto the rim of the tub and he slid under my buttocks kneeling on his thighs. He entered me his luscious dick curving up into my prostrate well before the rhythmic section of the music started to pick up its jungle-like beat and he proved to be musically vigorous in being able to stay right on the beat with his long strokes even as they intensified. Then we made more languid waves through the bathwater as he slow-fucked me through Clair de Lune. And when he had bathed my insides with his young hot cum I graciously acknowledged that maybe he had a point about bolstering my alibi in this manner. He had spurted semen so deep inside me a mere tub bath wasn t going to erase the proof that he d been having sex inside me this evening. I didn t bother to point out that I had the cum of four other men including Doug mingling inside me from this evening s exertions which no doubt would really confuse a diagnostic lab.
During a particular wild Yanni number with even a more pronounced beat than Bolero I showed the young man that I could pound ass with the best of them as well and he proved to be so tight and yelled grunted and groaned so believingly that I doubted that his initiation into the coven had been anywhere near as vigorous or stretching as mine had been. I was almost sorry to see him pull those jeans back over those plump orbs of his and slip out into the night.
In the subsequent weeks the police only halfheartedly pursued the case of Doug s beating and brutal rape being homophobic by nature and assuming that Doug had probably deserved all that had happened to him. I also later found out that someone in the office of the mayor was protecting Donatien s operation.
I had the bedroom completely redone while Doug was recovering from his surgery in the hospital. When he was returned to me it took him mouths to recuperate to the point that he was even able to walk in the house. For weeks he just gazed at me with empty eyes. And he only slowly became interested in anything remotely connected with sex which was quite a contrast to the randy devil he d been earlier.
It was a week or more after my plowing by Thomas and company before I was able to walk around anything but bowlegged as well. But I recovered remarkably quicklyвЂâ€and a good thing that I did because almost from the beginning I found myself summoned by Donatien at least once a week. I wasn t taken to the stone coven cavern again but was deposited in one of the lush upstairs bedrooms where whatever coven member was receiving an award that evening would find me and ravish me. Often I serviced more than one at a time. These sessions fed on my anger not the least because I began to look forward to the sex that I couldn t be having with Doug.
More than a third of my sessions at the mansion were with Donatien himself. He would keep me all night and an initial furious assault on my ass would quickly change to prolonged gentle rocking in and out in a comfortable position. I grew to suspect that he loved me and that no matter what cruel streak he had he was protecting me from the worst that he could do.
I had discovered three very interesting facts about myself in these weeks. I had an asshole and canal that was remarkably pliable and able to retract back to reasonable size even after having been doubled by two gigantic cocks. And even more remarkable than that I now realized that I loved the sex. I could feel pain until my canal had adjusted to whatever partner I was with but it was becoming quite evident that I reveled in having a dick up my ass in all sorts of inventive positions and a cock in my mouth. If it was just the physical act of getting plowed I would have enjoyed myself immensely. But I was being mentally and emotionally raped with each summoning to the mansion and I could not come to grips with losing control over my body in this way.
The third thing I learned from this period something that I would have gleaned sooner if I d analyzed the events of the past several months was that I realized that I was extraordinarily attractive to men. Even the straightest of men undressed me with their eyes and speculated about having sex with me.
I began to plot my revenge on Donatien and as I did before I decided to use my attraction to other men to put this revenge into play.
I researched the members of all of the vice squads in the city s police precincts and soon hit a bonanza. There was a thirty-something ripped muscles square-cut body and sandy crew-cut Marine drill sergeant type of a vice detective who worked out nearly every evening in one of the gyms I already had a membership to. He liked to work out when he came off shift apparently to exercise off all of the frustrations and aggressiveness that came with his job. And thus he d been given the keys to the gym to close up after himself after a workout that had extended into the early morning hours.
One evening I timed my own workout for the end of the regular day. He arrived on the floor very close to closing and I could tell that he was pent up with adrenaline from the intensity of his workout. I slipped into the locker room and made sure I was in the shower after everyone but the detective had left. Shortly thereafter the detective closed up the building after them finished his routine and slammed into the locker room the workout not having come close to assuaging his energy and anger.
I was standing there under a stream of water giving him a full frontal of my luscious body and soaping myself intimately when he burst into the shower. He glowered at me from across the room as I soaped up and stroked my cock and I stared him down as his belligerent glare changed to a look of animalistic desire and his cock started to stand to attention.
I turned off the water padded back to the entrance of the shower room and toweled off slowly and caressingly giving him both front and butt shots. I barely had my briefs and T-shirt on when I heard this animal howl from the entrance of the shower and he was upon me still dripping wet. He threw me up against the bank of lockers literally tore my T-shirt off my torso and wrapped a beefy arm entwined with ropy veins around my waist. He pulled my pelvis into his and I could feel the urgency of himвЂâ€and he could feel my hardness as wellвЂâ€and he went for my chest and nipples with his mouth and tongue in loud slurping sounds.
I gasped and asked him to stop which he took as a further turn on which I had suspected he would. Pushing me down to my knees and taking my head in his hands he commanded me to suck him which I did paying particular attention to pushing his uncut foreskin off his glans with my lips and rimming where the helmet met the bulk of the cock with my tongue and flicking his piss slit. I also moaned in feigned terror for him and acted like I wanted to disengage several times which pleased him immensely. Tension was draining out of him to the point of him realizing this was exactly what he needed but he was still tightly strung enough to take out his pent-up anger on my body.
He pulled his locker open behind me and pulled out several objects. Pushing me down on my back on the bench welded to the floor between the lockers he handcuffed my wrists behind me and under the bench slat. He ripped off my briefs. Then he showed me a policeman s billy club which he proceeded to lather up with salve from a tube. I babbled my fear to him and pleaded with him to stop and let me go. He just laughed and lathered up my asshole as well. He produced cording from somewhere and lashed my legs by the ankles to the lock holes in lockers on either side of the bench. My legs now were spread wide to him. Then he straddled the bench behind me and started to work the billy club into my ass. I screamed and hollered virginally for him but he was mightily surprisedвЂâ€and further turned onвЂâ€when he discovered that I could take the billy club inside me. While he was rotating it around in me and pushing it ever deeper he stroked my cock with his other hand and indulged in tasting it for himself.
He had only pushed the club in five inches or so when he was overcome with desire and exchanged the billy club for his own club sliding in and out of me across the top of the bench. I changed my tune for him now moaning and sighing and grunting and convincing him he was the best and that I was loving what he was doing to me. I told him I was dying to kiss him and he released me from the handcuffs so that I could raise my torso to him and kiss him deeply on the mouth. He released my legs then too.
As soon as I was released I pushed him away and made like I was going to make a run for it. With a loud animalistic roar though he caught me and pushed me into the shower and up against the wall with my cheek and belly flat against the wet surface. He turned the shower on full blast above us commanded me to spread my legs and with one hand pushing my chest into the wall and the other on my belly pulling my pelvis back toward him he roughly plunged into me and pumped away at me.
I m sorry I m sorry he was moaning as he plowed me deep becoming aware that he was (he thought) raping me but not being able to help himself.
Deeper harder I answered increasingly putting my own butt into countermotion to his stroking. Eventually he pulled out of me his hot cum spewing up my back.
This copious and furious ejaculation drained the last of his anger and frustration from him and he stood there close behind me his dick still in me but withering away as his breathing became more and more regular.
I m so sorry he whispered in my ear. I ve never done anything like that before. I don t know what came over me. I just have all of this stuff built up inside me. I ll never touch you again. I don t know what to do or say beyond that.
No apologies I whispered back. I loved it. It was just the way I like it. Please don t say you ll never do it again.
Oh God he moaned. You mean you d let me take you like I was raping you again.
Again and again and again I answered Whenever you need release.
We kissed then dried off and went our separate ways after I gave the detective my business card with my home address and phone number on it.
He did call on me again frequently and each time we followed the pattern of his fetish with him assaulting me in ambush ripping my clothes off plowing me first with a dildo or some other inanimate object and then fucking me with his own tool until his cum and tension drained away and with me going from pleading and resistance to acceptance and hot desire.
After several weeks I felt I controlled him enough to tell him about Donatien s coven and suggesting that the vice squad should bust up that operation.
I wish he murmured to me as we lay spent beside each other and he stroked my nipples through a ripped T-shirt and pushing the flash light off the bed that he d used to plow me before fucking me with his own dick. We know about that operation but someone in the mayor s office is protecting it. We haven t been able to make a move on it. I d love to initiate that. It would make my career.
But you d move if the mayor s office OKed the raid? I asked my hand cuddling and lightly rolling his balls.
Oh Gawd oh Gawd he whimpered under my touch. Yes certainly we d take them down immediately. And all other conversation was then suspended as he rolled over on top of me grabbed my wrists in his strong hands and pushed them over my head and entered my ass again roughly with his cock. He was wearing a cock ring with studs around it and I moaned in appreciation as they did a friction dance on my asshole rim.
As much as he was pleasuring me I was able even then to begin planning anew my vengeance against the coven.
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“It s on the news Aljazeera as well as the American news. He was captured in Iraq. Ibrahim Smith an American soldier it is him they showed a photograph. People in the congregation remembered that he brought you to the Mosque. He is still alive but unless all Iraqi prisoners are released in 48 hours they are going to cut off his head!!!”
Chapter 27
It was one of the few times that Joseph was too stunned to talk or move. He leaned back against the wall and just let the world close in on him. His arms and legs seamed to become disconnected from his body as he felt himself sliding down the wall. Fazzi reached out quickly and grabbed him to prevent him from landing on the hard stone floor of the alcove.
Yussef Yussef are you all right? Fazzi kept repeating as he shook him and patted his cheek trying to bring him back from out of the deep dark cold sea that was fast enveloping him. Someone please come and help me.
From everywhere men came running to assist. They helped carry Joseph into the Imam s private study where he was placed on a sofa and made as comfortable as possible. Someone brought him a glass of water and as he sipped from the glass the color began to come back into his face and slowly he started to come out of his stupor. Seeing that he was returning to the world of the living Fazzi gently moved the onlookers out after thanking them for their help. However a distinguish member of the congregation carrying a black bag pushed himself forward. Fazzi recognize the man as his own doctor and asked if he could please be of assistance. The doctor said For sure. As soon as I saw what was happening I ran for my bag. What happened?
Thank you doctor. My friend has had some bad news and I think he passed out. We would be most thankful if you could look at him. Any assistance you render would be appreciated.
I know I heard the news myself. It shocked me also. The black soldier a really nice boy I remember his visits here. He said as he opened his case and removed his stethoscope and placed it to Joseph s chest.
I m fine now just a bit of a shock. Joseph mumbled. No need for all this fussing.
Now look here young man you are the patient and I m the doctor here. You just keep quiet while I finish up. Then I ll tell you if you are fine. He said as he took his pulse and them made him follow his finger with his eyes. No concussion. You were right sir it looks like just a bit of shock. Let him rest here for a few minutes. Then perhaps a few hours rest at home might be better for him. He is young and strong as a bull. He should be fine. Everyone else clear out of here and give him some air. Just you and I will stay Mr. Muhammad. Please raise his feet and someone bring him a warm blanket. About a half hour later Joseph was beginning to feel more like his old self his color had even returned.
Joseph told the doctor that he was feeling better and that he thought he would like to go home. We are keeping the Imam out of his study. Please apologize to him for me. It was just the shock. I ll be OK. I just need time to adjust to it. I did not even know he was serving in Iraq.
Yes I do think he would be better resting at home Mr. Muhammad. He still appears to be a bit disoriented but that should clear up with rest. I have a sedative he can take but only when you get him into bed. It is quite strong and should help with the shock. I ll give you four tablets have him take one when you get him home and put him to bed then one every four hours but only if he needs it. He is not to drive or operate machinery. I think he will be fine by morning. I can stop by tomorrow if you like but in any event give me a call in the morning and let me know how he is doing. The doctor instructed and gave Fazzi the pills and his card.
Thank you doctor. Please send me the bill. It was most kind of you and we will be in touch. Fazzi helped Joseph to his feet and he and the doctor put him into the car. Again Fazzi thanked every one and after making sure that Joseph was covered up he got behind the wheel and drove home.
I m going to have to call his mother—what can I say to her. That poor woman she must be out of her mind. Maybe I should check to find out if they have notified her yet. Joseph rambled on and on with his eyes closed to prevent the sunlight from aggravating his throbbing head.
They would not have released his name and photo to the American press if the Pentagon had not done that first. Do you know her number? When we get you home and in bed I will get her for you. However let s wait until I first check and see if I can get any information from Allie at the embassy. He has all kinds of connections and informants. I m sure he will help.
Arriving home and helping Joseph up to his room and making him sit on the bed he said Let me help you undress and get comfortable. You heard what the doctor said. You have to lie down and rest. I ll have cook make you something warm to drink and you will take the pill the doctor prescribed. You relax and I will call the embassy and get Allie to work on this right away. I also have some other people that I know who may be helpful. I promise you habibi everything is going to be OK. I have a lot of friends who owe me favors and I intend to call every one of them in. If your friend is still alive I will do everything I can to have him back home soon. Now I m going to the kitchen and have Summaya make you a cup of broth.
A few minutes later he came back with some toast and a cup of broth with which he insisted Joseph take with the pill. Joseph had a problem. If he took the pill as Fazzi wanted him to he could not be sure that he would be able to keep his mind alert and when dealing with Fazzi he wanted to be one hundred percent sure that he was. Taking the pill in his fingers he said I can t take this with hot soup I need a glass of cold water. Could you please get me one from the bathroom? While Fazzi went to get him the water Joseph did a quick palming of the pill. On the way back with the water all Fazzi saw was Joseph reaching for the water as if he had just swallowed the pill. He then finished the hot broth and lay back with his head on the pillows.
I hate taking medicine but I do need the sleep. I am bushed and … he said as he relaxed his body and then pretended to doze off.
Fazzi kissed him and said There you rest now and I m going to let you alone. I ll get right to work on freeing your friend. I m going to call Allie right now and see if the embassy has any news and if it can help.
Good thank you for everything but promise me that you will wake me if there is any news at all. After he left Joseph got out of bed and went into the bathroom took a leak then wrapped the pill in toilet paper and flushed it down. He returned to bed got under the covers and this time he really did start to drift off.
About 20 minutes later Fazzi carefully opened the door and peeked into the room. Seeing that Joseph was sleeping he tiptoed over to the chair by the bed and sat down. He sat there watching the sleeping man s chest rise and fall. Joseph feeling a presents in the room opened his sleepy eyes and seeing the Arab s smiling face asked Habibi you are smiling any news?
I really did not want to wake you but you did say to wake you if I had any news. I just got off the phone with the embassy. Allie said that he is going to call-in every favor he has out there. He was very upset that this happened. One way or the other he is going to get your friend released. I told him to act like God forbid it was you that they had captured and to make sure Ibrahim was treated well. He said he would call back as soon as he had some news and that you were not to worry too much.
Not worry! How can I not worry? Joseph said as he drifted off again.
Two hours later Fazzi again tiptoed into Joseph s room and woke him up. I m sorry to wake you again but I thought you would want to hear this. I have some good news for you. He said handing the soldier a phone. Here talk to Allie.
Hello Allie what have you found out? Joseph asked in Arabic.
First of all he is well considering that he put up one hell of a fight when he was taken. They must have really wanted him alive as a hostage. He is receiving excellent medical attention now. Through some very powerful friends we have been assured that he will be well cared for that no further harm will come to him and best of all they will cooperate by releasing him to a Syrian agent.
How were you able to get them to do that? Joseph asked.
Well we told them that they had captured an undercover agent of the Syrian Government and that until this was taken care of they had better treat him well or there would be hell to pay. Allie laughed. And they brought it. So they will hold him until one of our agents can take him off their hands.
Thank you Allie but can we be sure that they will keep their word. I have to call his mother and I want to tell her the truth and not some lies that will cause her more pain and anguish later.
Well in these cases no one can guarantee anything one hundred percent but I am sending a man there who is going to stay with Ibrahim until he is brought safely to Syria. He is one of our best operatives. However it might be difficult for our man to gain your friend s confidence unless he has some way to assure him that we are there to help him and not hurt him. If we could convince him that you were the one behind his rescue it might help.
What do you mean? What can I do from here? What do you want?
Just some personal message. Something that only you and Ibrahim are familiar with that will convince him that the man was sent not only by Syria but that you are in back of it. Do you have one? Allie asked. Without something like that he might fight us and we would have to use drugs to knock him out. And one can never be sure how he might react to being drugged. I think you will agree that it would be better to not have to use them.
I agree wait while I think. Joseph thought for a few seconds and then said with a big smile on his face Yes! I have one. Tell him he better take care of himself because Kassie and I will need him as our best man and if something were to happen to him I would miss not getting his morning bacon.
Someday you must tell me what that bacon thing is but for now I think that will do it. It will be made to look like he escaped on his own. It will take a day to arrange all this and I m flying out tonight to monitor the situation myself and make sure it goes well. I ll be there myself when he is free. I will meet him and fill him in. I ll be in contact with either you or Fazzi whenever I have anything to tell you. Fazzi has my cell number get it from him and call me anytime you feel the need.
I don t know how to thank you but I m sure I will find a way.
No need just remember that it pays to have a friend like Fazzi. Somehow it opens the doors fast. He said out loud while thinking to himself now I ve got myself in good with the real boss. You just rest now and leave the problem in my hands. I will get back to you.
What about his mother? What can I tell her?
Fazzi said you were worried about that… well you can call her and tell her that while she is not to say anything yet to the press you think that by Monday Ibrahim will be back home or on his way. Our ambassador has already informed the White House that Syria is going to get Ibrahim back safely and in such a way that it will reflect well on the young man. He has assured them that we are pulling out all the stops and will move ASAP as long as Washington does not interfere. Now rest easy.
Again my thanks to you and to the ambassador and I do owe you. Joseph said and put down the phone. He dialed Ibrahim s mother and after making sure she knew who he was he told her that he was sure everything would work out.
Everyone is saying that but I m not so sure. Until I hear his voice on free soil I ll worry. I m a mother. What else can I do? I thank you for your call but I should leave the line free to let calls come in. I just hope one of them is from Ibrahim and it comes soon.
I ll get off the line now but I wanted you to know that we are doing everything we can to bring him home. He hung up the phone said to Fazzi that poor woman. I wanted so much to tell her everything but I did not want to raise her hopes now to have them fall later. I hope she can hold on.
Look you too have got to relax or I ll have you on more of those pills. Now no more phone calls just lay back and get some rest. Do you think you need another pill? Fazzi said with concern in his eyes as he smoothed the bed linen. No! It is too soon. Lay back and let the pill work. I ll take the phone out of here so you won t be disturbed. Would you like me to come back and stay with you while you sleep?
That would be nice however there is something else I want you to do for me first. I want you to go back to the Mosque and get that Imam to issue a statement or edict or whatever in the name of Allah the Compassionate and the entire Muslim community of Paterson calling for the immediate release of their fellow congregation member and brother Ibrahim Smith.
Yussef my darling I don t have to power to do that! What do you think I am?
BULLSHIT habibi that is a load of bullshit let s cut the crap. Do you think I m blind or just an idiot? You are the most powerful man in this community. If you want something you just have to shake your finger and these people run to do your bidding. They respect and love you and will do anything you ask.
Why is it so important that I get them to do this? Fazzi asked. Ibrahim is going to be set free with or without this.
That my lover is just the point! The idea just came to me in a bright crystal clear flash. As long as they are going to release him we have nothing to loose and a whole lot to gain.
Gain? What are you talking about? You know as well as I do that when he is free these men will only take revenge in another way. What can we gain?
I m not talking about the kidnapers. They are viscous and stupid. Without even planning it they have afforded us a golden opportunity. I m thinking of the Arab/American community here. I m thinking of our Fund . We can and should play this for all it is worth! Joseph reasoned. Lots of good will and publicity! That s what we will gain. Look you are throwing this Bazaar soon — why? For publicity and to publicize that the Fund is a humanitarian charity isn t that right? To most Americans Humanitarian and Arab are oxymorons. The two just do not coexist in the same universe. If you do what I say we may be able to change this misconception. Not only will this bring us good public relations but also this could become national news. The best kind of P.R. possible worth millions of dollars and best of all it does not cost us a single cent. When Ibrahim is freed the Arab/American community will look like the real heroes. I can t think of anything else you could do that would prove to your fellow Americans that that they have been wrong about Muslims. That Arabs do care and can be humanistic and compassionate. One other thing — just think of what the Black Community will think of your going to bat for one of their people.
Yussef my dear dear habibi what a scheming devious calculating and wonderfully evil mind you have. Are you positive that you are not Levantine? You must have lots of Arab blood in you. Fazzi started to laugh Why didn t I think of that? It s a great idea. But I will go you one better. I m going to call not only the Imam but also all the leaders from the Mosque and tell them to get their backsides here now. We will get that petition and get it within a few hours and release it to the press and make the evening news. You leave all this to me lov I will take care of everything. Ish Allah it was His will that I met you. I thank Him every day for sending you to me. I will get right on this and then I ll be back. Fazzi left after kissing Joseph.
Great Joseph said as he drifted off to sleep.
It was late in the evening by the time he returned to Joseph s room. He was ready for bed himself. It had been a rough day but things had gone well. After a bit of pressure applied in the right places he had done everything that Joseph had asked. He had called the Imam and all the movers of the community to a meeting in his house and ordered them to sign the proclamation he had written. He then called in the press and together with his committee he released the petition and the press gobbled up the story. The whole thing appeared on all the networks and received top spot national news coverage. Even the European and worldwide press were printing the story. Arab Americans Demand Release of American G.I. ran the headlines. It had been a very satisfying and a very good day s work.
He looked down at the still sleeping soldier and Fazzi seeing him there stretched out decided to join him in bed. Even though he had sent the servants home earlier he locked the bedroom door and went into their connecting bathroom. He was exhausted yet he just had the need to feel Joseph s body next to him in bed. In his room he stripped off his clothes except for his boxers then he went back into Joseph s room dropped the boxers and lay down beside the nude body of his lover. He wanted– he needed Joseph to make love to him. Joseph needed it also. But right now Joseph was not in any condition to do it to Fazzi. He was out. The doctor was right those pills could keep him in a state of happy bliss for hours yet. This was his chance perhaps the only one he would ever have. He was going to rape the sleeping soldier. He would never know it and if he objected he would blame it somehow on the pills. He was not thinking straight. It was as if the old lusts had returned. He was back in the Lebanon again. The old Fazzi was back with a vengeance. All he wanted was to fuck his lover into submission. To have his cock nail him to the bed. He ran his fingers over the sleeping nude body. Feeling no response he kissed the back of his neck. Only the sound of his deep breathing greeted him. His fingers gripped the soft dick and still no reaction. Fazzi slid down under the covers his lips kissing as he moved his mouth down the sleeping body until they reached it s crotch. He started to nibble on the foreskin using his teeth his lips and his tongue he moved the skin back and forth lapping his hot tongue tip over and into the space between his cock head and the skin. Finally a reaction but not the one he had expected. Joseph rolled over on his belly still asleep. The Arab was frustrated at this point his face now looking at Joseph s ass. His fingers reached out and caressed the muscled flesh. He placed his thumbs so that he could spread apart the two hard globes exposing the hidden valley of delight to and for his explorations. Next the Arab s tongue tip reached out to touch the pink rosebud. He pressed his face deep within the walls of the hot humid love valley. Burring his face in the hairy forest He licked sucked and nibbled on Joseph s ass hole. Then and only then did Joseph react by moaning and giving a deep sigh.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. what – what the fuck is going on? the awakening soldier groaned. He was still groggy and at first he almost mistakenly had called out Rich s name but luckily caught himself. What s going on?
Shussssssssh. I m going to teach you something new. Fazzi whispered You will like it. Just relax while I make love to you tonight. Let me do all the work. He continued to work his tongue around the ass hole pressing against it as he teased the man cunt. Driving his tongue tip into the hole he worked it around the rim pushing in and out causing Joseph to moan. Its not too tight its relaxed. It must be the pill Fazzi thought as he removed his tongue and inserted one finger. He began working his finger in and out of the wet hole.
No stop Yelled Joseph kicking out and pushing the horny Arab away. I don t want this. Not now! I m not ready for this. Please don t do this. Not like this. Please Fazzi – I m not ready and I m not your bottom trophy.
The rejected and hurt Arab rolled over on his back with tears in his eyes. I m sorry I thought you would want me to make love to you. I was hoping it would make you feel better. I love you and could not bear to let you suffer. He said as he adjusted himself so that they were now facing each other.
I m really sorry my lov but this kidnapping business must have got to me. Joseph said. The whole thing has me feeling so…so for lack of a better term so helpless so unmanly. I m sorry but I m not ready to be that now. I m not ready to give up my manhood. I felt so helpless today while you…you just took over and now I m no longer your strong Crusader knight but the helpless maiden. I know this is stupid but can you understand and forgive this stupidity?
Yes I understand. Fazzi said as he took Joseph s hands in his and brought them above his head and held them there. Then laying on top of him their nude bodies in full contact he placed his lips on Joseph s and kissed him deeply. Removing his lips he nestled them in his armpits and licked them. Then his tongue left a trail of saliva across his lover s chest and around his nipples. He took one in his mouth and let his tongue play with the nub. Alternating between circling it with his tongue tip and rubbing his teeth over the hard protrusion he delighted in teasing them to hard erections. Then resting his head on Joseph s chest he said yes habibi I not only understand but I know the feeling. I have endured and enjoyed that feeling since the first time you took me. I became your sex slave and I gave up my manliness to you! I thought something changed the other night in the bathroom when you went down on me. I thought perhaps that you might want to even our relationship out. Perhaps you had advanced to the stage where there was no need for a slave and master. If I was wrong — I m sorry. I love you either way and I will continue to love you as long as you want me and in anyway you want and need me. You will always be my knight on his charger.
Joseph brought his arms down around the Arab and hugged him. You might be right perhaps I am changing but for now I want you as we were. Let me get used to these feelings and I will let you know when and if I develop the craving to have you inside me. He said kissing him and rolling over and scooting down to Fazzi s feet where he looked up at him and said I m going to make love to you now but it is not going to be forced. No It s going to be slow and seductive and with your permission.
Joseph started at Fazzi s toes and ran his tongue in between his toes alternating between licking and sucking on each digit. Then he moved to the underside of one foot licking it and kissing it. Moving his lips across the top of the foot and onto the instep. With each kiss or lick he moved his fingertips lightly over the calf of Fazzi s leg causing the skin to twitch and become goose fleshed. On and over the excited flesh his fingers trekked journeying higher and higher preparing the way for his mouth and tongue to devour leaving a damp trail of saliva. Up and behind the knee licking and kissing the soft skin there while his fingertips continued on their voyage up sending waves of electric like shocks through the body of his squirming bed companion. When he reached the high hip he moved back down to the other foot and started all over again working in the same manner up the rear of the leg until his mouth reached the big hanging balls of his lover. Next he attacked that hypersensitive area between them and his asshole. Flipping Fazzi over on his side he went after the area at the base of the spine. Running the tip of his tongue over the Arabs ass first kissing and then nibbling on the round fleshy globes his fingertips again moved up and roamed over the heaving chest to circle his nipples. He pinched them and rubbed the nubs between his fingers. Exciting the buds and causing them to harden like the erasers on a lead pencil. His hot tongue continued to bathe the spine washing its way up to the area between the shoulder blades then across to the underarms running his teasing tongue in out and around the hairy pits. Then nudging Fazzi back over on his back the soldier s mouth covered the man s tit and his teeth nibbled and his mouth sucked hard pulling the flesh away from his chest first one tit then the other. Then abandoning his feast his mouth found its way to the lips of his lover. At first he just kissed and nibbled on Fazzi s lower lip then as the victim s mouth opened letting out a gasp he sunk his hot tongue deep into the open cavern while his fingers encased the hard erect and drooling cock. Withdrawing his tongue from the gasping Arab s mouth he quickly moved his mouth down to the rampant cut cock and devoured it right down to the root.
Never but never in all the years of his sexual experiences had Fazzi ever had anyone make him feel so loved and satisfied as when he blew his load like one of those mid-eastern oil rigs bringing in a gusher. Joseph continued to suck on the now overly sensitive Arab meat draining him dry. Joseph his lips still around the cock reached into the night table drawer and removed one of his stored condoms ripped it open and rolled it over his hard cock. He lifted Fazzi s legs over his shoulders and plowed his cock into the unprepared unlubricated mancunt. Fazzi s head was swinging right and left his arms and hands beating and grabbing at the sheets pulling them and ripping them as his finger nails like the claws of an enraged desert jackal first tore through the linen and then in the height of passion raked down the arms and back of Joseph leaving furrows of scratch marks from which little snips of blood emerged. Unfazed by this Joseph plowed into and pounded the asshole. In and out he long dicked him. Now and then changing his rhythm and the depth of his penetrations from deep long slow movements to short quick thrusts. His body building and building to the point where he arched his body pushed deeper than ever and with his head back his throat releasing a wild baying sound he gushed jet after jet into the condom. Exhausted both lovers collapsed into each other s arms.
Sated they slept like that Joseph s cock withering and falling out of Fazzi s twitching manhole. Fazzi s last thought before he drifted off into the bliss of sexual gratification was that he was glad he had told the servants to take the night off.
The next morning began with his phone ringing.
Hello who is it? Joseph asked.
Yussef it s me Cassandra (Kassie). Are you alone or is my father with you.
Your father must be downstairs getting breakfast. It s been a hectic weekend. Did you hear about Ibrahim?
Yes I did and that s why I was calling. Yussef I know how you must feel and I wanted to know if there was anything Mom and I can do to help. We owe you so much. Poor Ibrahim he did not deserve this.
Everyone here has been very kind and helpful. Your father has really gone out of his way to help. He has got the Imam and the entire Muslim population of Paterson to sign a petition for his release. If you would do the same out there I think it would help. I will have your father email you a sample copy you can use. Joseph said. How are you two doing out there? I hear you are going to medical school. I want you to know that I am real proud of you.
Yes I m doing fine but I miss you. You have not called in a while. I guess you are busy what with the fund and teaching and with my father. Is he treating you well Yussef what I mean is…. He is not… not?
No Kassie he is really wonderful to and with me. I could not ask for a more considerate lover. He said as Fazzi opened the door and entered carrying Joseph s breakfast tray and placed it on the bed by Joseph. Smiling at him Joseph continued as a matter of fact he just brought me my breakfast in bed.
Well I see you two are settled in there-that bastard never brought my mother anything in bed not even himself. She said and started to laugh at her joke and then stopped short and said I ll leave you two alone and start that petition. I just want you to know that even though I hate what you are doing with that perverted old fag I ll always love you. I m just mortified that you had to do this in order for us to escape that pervert.
Kassie I m sure Ibrahim will appreciate your efforts as much as I do. Thank you for calling and offering your help. No matter what happens it s time for you to live your own life. Find yourself a good man get married and raise a family. And Kassie just thank Allah that we did not get together.
I m going to try. But it is so hard… I can t stop thinking of you-but I must and will. She said with tears in her voice as she hung up the phone.
Goodbye Kassie and Ibrahim will thank you.
He put the phone down and took up the fork and started to eat. That was Kassie. She is going to get a petition started there. I think she is beginning to realize that I m not interested in her any more and it s over.
I think you could not have made it any clearer. He said leaning down and kissing him. A pretty girl like that should have no trouble finding a good man. I remember that her father was a very good-looking man. Well that was in the old days and I regret a lot of what I did then. I hope you know that and believe me.
The past is past and best left in the past. Joseph said. I don t know what to do about today. I was going to go into the city and spend the weekend with Rich and his family but I want to keep in touch with what is going on here.
I would love to have you here for the weekend but I m going to be busy with work and I have to keep on Allie s tail. You need a break – go into the city and have some fun and give my regards to everyone. I have another news conference scheduled and a lot of paper work to do. If anything comes up – I ll call you.
You sound like you want to get rid of me. Do you have another lover coming over?
Yes I have about four others coming over and I just might ask that they bring some friends as well… he playfully said. And if you believe that you are nuts… the truth is after last night I have no more energy for any other lovers.
No energy huh? He said as he placed the tray on the floor beside the bed and pulled Fazzi down onto the bed with him. As long as we ruined these sheets last night what do you say to messing up the mattress as well?
You my love are impossible just impossible. I cannot satisfy you. I have turned you into a rampant sex fiend. What am I to do with you?
I just want to fuck you one more time lov…. Just one more time…
To be continued…
Luke waits for
Luke waits for his friend at the hotel
Sacrificed by Curiosity Ch. 09
The coven was good enough to dump Doug on the steps of an ER in a cross-town hospital and to drop me off at home with one of the younger men from the group there with me to clean me up straighten up the damage to our bedroom and provide an alibi for me when the police arrived later that evening. After the police left I went into the bathroom and ran a steaming bath. I stretched out in the tub and soaped myself listening to classic music on a CD. I looked up and saw that the young coven member was standing posed enticingly in the doorway to the bathroom watching me sponge my tired torso arms and legs off and apparently thoroughly enjoying the view.
He looked so young and fresh. He couldn t have been more than nineteen years old. A strawberry blond with a smooth chiseled chest. He was stripped to the waist and was wearing extremely low-rise faded jeans that showed a good inch of reddish pubic hair. His pecs were held high and his arms were muscled but not overly so a very lithe youth. I wondered how his initiation into the coven had gone and how recently that had happened. He looked barely used.
Okay I m settled back in now I said. Thanks for your help and for giving me an alibi. You can go now.
Do you really want me to leave? The young man asked. I mean with the alibi I left shouldn t I be leaving some DNA around or something in case the police want to check out whether we really were together?
I rather think this bath will be taking care of that I responded dryly.
Oh. Well it s just that Don told me there would be something in it for me if I came home with you and helped you get the place back into order and provided an alibi.
Something in it for you? Like what?
You are quite a legend in the coven. All anyone can talk about is your initiation ceremony and well I wasn t in the coven yet. But seeing you in action this eveningвЂâ€
So the long and short of it is that you want to top me. Is that it?
Well . . . Doesn t everyone?
Strip those pants off and let me see you. I m pretty picky.
What? Oh yes sir. And the jeans and briefs quickly came off. I nearly swallowed my tongue. Another long beautiful cock hard and curved up nicely.
Oh hell. Why not? I responded with a weary sigh. But make it quick. Come on into the tub.
The young man eagerly entered the tub with me just as Bolero was conveniently starting on my CD. I appreciated the clichГ©d momentвЂâ€almost laughed out loudвЂâ€and left the music running. None of this seemed real anyway. I spread my legs up onto the rim of the tub and he slid under my buttocks kneeling on his thighs. He entered me his luscious dick curving up into my prostrate well before the rhythmic section of the music started to pick up its jungle-like beat and he proved to be musically vigorous in being able to stay right on the beat with his long strokes even as they intensified. Then we made more languid waves through the bathwater as he slow-fucked me through Clair de Lune. And when he had bathed my insides with his young hot cum I graciously acknowledged that maybe he had a point about bolstering my alibi in this manner. He had spurted semen so deep inside me a mere tub bath wasn t going to erase the proof that he d been having sex inside me this evening. I didn t bother to point out that I had the cum of four other men including Doug mingling inside me from this evening s exertions which no doubt would really confuse a diagnostic lab.
During a particular wild Yanni number with even a more pronounced beat than Bolero I showed the young man that I could pound ass with the best of them as well and he proved to be so tight and yelled grunted and groaned so believingly that I doubted that his initiation into the coven had been anywhere near as vigorous or stretching as mine had been. I was almost sorry to see him pull those jeans back over those plump orbs of his and slip out into the night.
In the subsequent weeks the police only halfheartedly pursued the case of Doug s beating and brutal rape being homophobic by nature and assuming that Doug had probably deserved all that had happened to him. I also later found out that someone in the office of the mayor was protecting Donatien s operation.
I had the bedroom completely redone while Doug was recovering from his surgery in the hospital. When he was returned to me it took him mouths to recuperate to the point that he was even able to walk in the house. For weeks he just gazed at me with empty eyes. And he only slowly became interested in anything remotely connected with sex which was quite a contrast to the randy devil he d been earlier.
It was a week or more after my plowing by Thomas and company before I was able to walk around anything but bowlegged as well. But I recovered remarkably quicklyвЂâ€and a good thing that I did because almost from the beginning I found myself summoned by Donatien at least once a week. I wasn t taken to the stone coven cavern again but was deposited in one of the lush upstairs bedrooms where whatever coven member was receiving an award that evening would find me and ravish me. Often I serviced more than one at a time. These sessions fed on my anger not the least because I began to look forward to the sex that I couldn t be having with Doug.
More than a third of my sessions at the mansion were with Donatien himself. He would keep me all night and an initial furious assault on my ass would quickly change to prolonged gentle rocking in and out in a comfortable position. I grew to suspect that he loved me and that no matter what cruel streak he had he was protecting me from the worst that he could do.
I had discovered three very interesting facts about myself in these weeks. I had an asshole and canal that was remarkably pliable and able to retract back to reasonable size even after having been doubled by two gigantic cocks. And even more remarkable than that I now realized that I loved the sex. I could feel pain until my canal had adjusted to whatever partner I was with but it was becoming quite evident that I reveled in having a dick up my ass in all sorts of inventive positions and a cock in my mouth. If it was just the physical act of getting plowed I would have enjoyed myself immensely. But I was being mentally and emotionally raped with each summoning to the mansion and I could not come to grips with losing control over my body in this way.
The third thing I learned from this period something that I would have gleaned sooner if I d analyzed the events of the past several months was that I realized that I was extraordinarily attractive to men. Even the straightest of men undressed me with their eyes and speculated about having sex with me.
I began to plot my revenge on Donatien and as I did before I decided to use my attraction to other men to put this revenge into play.
I researched the members of all of the vice squads in the city s police precincts and soon hit a bonanza. There was a thirty-something ripped muscles square-cut body and sandy crew-cut Marine drill sergeant type of a vice detective who worked out nearly every evening in one of the gyms I already had a membership to. He liked to work out when he came off shift apparently to exercise off all of the frustrations and aggressiveness that came with his job. And thus he d been given the keys to the gym to close up after himself after a workout that had extended into the early morning hours.
One evening I timed my own workout for the end of the regular day. He arrived on the floor very close to closing and I could tell that he was pent up with adrenaline from the intensity of his workout. I slipped into the locker room and made sure I was in the shower after everyone but the detective had left. Shortly thereafter the detective closed up the building after them finished his routine and slammed into the locker room the workout not having come close to assuaging his energy and anger.
I was standing there under a stream of water giving him a full frontal of my luscious body and soaping myself intimately when he burst into the shower. He glowered at me from across the room as I soaped up and stroked my cock and I stared him down as his belligerent glare changed to a look of animalistic desire and his cock started to stand to attention.
I turned off the water padded back to the entrance of the shower room and toweled off slowly and caressingly giving him both front and butt shots. I barely had my briefs and T-shirt on when I heard this animal howl from the entrance of the shower and he was upon me still dripping wet. He threw me up against the bank of lockers literally tore my T-shirt off my torso and wrapped a beefy arm entwined with ropy veins around my waist. He pulled my pelvis into his and I could feel the urgency of himвЂâ€and he could feel my hardness as wellвЂâ€and he went for my chest and nipples with his mouth and tongue in loud slurping sounds.
I gasped and asked him to stop which he took as a further turn on which I had suspected he would. Pushing me down to my knees and taking my head in his hands he commanded me to suck him which I did paying particular attention to pushing his uncut foreskin off his glans with my lips and rimming where the helmet met the bulk of the cock with my tongue and flicking his piss slit. I also moaned in feigned terror for him and acted like I wanted to disengage several times which pleased him immensely. Tension was draining out of him to the point of him realizing this was exactly what he needed but he was still tightly strung enough to take out his pent-up anger on my body.
He pulled his locker open behind me and pulled out several objects. Pushing me down on my back on the bench welded to the floor between the lockers he handcuffed my wrists behind me and under the bench slat. He ripped off my briefs. Then he showed me a policeman s billy club which he proceeded to lather up with salve from a tube. I babbled my fear to him and pleaded with him to stop and let me go. He just laughed and lathered up my asshole as well. He produced cording from somewhere and lashed my legs by the ankles to the lock holes in lockers on either side of the bench. My legs now were spread wide to him. Then he straddled the bench behind me and started to work the billy club into my ass. I screamed and hollered virginally for him but he was mightily surprisedвЂâ€and further turned onвЂâ€when he discovered that I could take the billy club inside me. While he was rotating it around in me and pushing it ever deeper he stroked my cock with his other hand and indulged in tasting it for himself.
He had only pushed the club in five inches or so when he was overcome with desire and exchanged the billy club for his own club sliding in and out of me across the top of the bench. I changed my tune for him now moaning and sighing and grunting and convincing him he was the best and that I was loving what he was doing to me. I told him I was dying to kiss him and he released me from the handcuffs so that I could raise my torso to him and kiss him deeply on the mouth. He released my legs then too.
As soon as I was released I pushed him away and made like I was going to make a run for it. With a loud animalistic roar though he caught me and pushed me into the shower and up against the wall with my cheek and belly flat against the wet surface. He turned the shower on full blast above us commanded me to spread my legs and with one hand pushing my chest into the wall and the other on my belly pulling my pelvis back toward him he roughly plunged into me and pumped away at me.
I m sorry I m sorry he was moaning as he plowed me deep becoming aware that he was (he thought) raping me but not being able to help himself.
Deeper harder I answered increasingly putting my own butt into countermotion to his stroking. Eventually he pulled out of me his hot cum spewing up my back.
This copious and furious ejaculation drained the last of his anger and frustration from him and he stood there close behind me his dick still in me but withering away as his breathing became more and more regular.
I m so sorry he whispered in my ear. I ve never done anything like that before. I don t know what came over me. I just have all of this stuff built up inside me. I ll never touch you again. I don t know what to do or say beyond that.
No apologies I whispered back. I loved it. It was just the way I like it. Please don t say you ll never do it again.
Oh God he moaned. You mean you d let me take you like I was raping you again.
Again and again and again I answered Whenever you need release.
We kissed then dried off and went our separate ways after I gave the detective my business card with my home address and phone number on it.
He did call on me again frequently and each time we followed the pattern of his fetish with him assaulting me in ambush ripping my clothes off plowing me first with a dildo or some other inanimate object and then fucking me with his own tool until his cum and tension drained away and with me going from pleading and resistance to acceptance and hot desire.
After several weeks I felt I controlled him enough to tell him about Donatien s coven and suggesting that the vice squad should bust up that operation.
I wish he murmured to me as we lay spent beside each other and he stroked my nipples through a ripped T-shirt and pushing the flash light off the bed that he d used to plow me before fucking me with his own dick. We know about that operation but someone in the mayor s office is protecting it. We haven t been able to make a move on it. I d love to initiate that. It would make my career.
But you d move if the mayor s office OKed the raid? I asked my hand cuddling and lightly rolling his balls.
Oh Gawd oh Gawd he whimpered under my touch. Yes certainly we d take them down immediately. And all other conversation was then suspended as he rolled over on top of me grabbed my wrists in his strong hands and pushed them over my head and entered my ass again roughly with his cock. He was wearing a cock ring with studs around it and I moaned in appreciation as they did a friction dance on my asshole rim.
As much as he was pleasuring me I was able even then to begin planning anew my vengeance against the coven.
that showed a good inch of reddish pubic hair. His pecs were held high and his arms were muscled but not overly so a very lithe youth. I wondered how his initiation into the coven had gone and how recently that had happened. He looked barely used.
Okay I m settled back in now I said. Thanks for your help and for giving me an alibi. You can go now.
Do you really want me to leave? The young man asked. I mean with the alibi I left shouldn t I be leaving some DNA around or something in case the police want to check out whether we really were together?
I rather think this bath will be taking care of that I responded dryly.
Oh. Well it s just that Don told me there would be something in it for me if I came home with you and helped you get the place back into order and provided an alibi.
Something in it for you? Like what?
You are quite a legend in the coven. All anyone can talk about is your initiation ceremony and well I wasn t in the coven yet. But seeing you in action this eveningвЂâ€
So the long and short of it is that you want to top me. Is that it?
Well . . . Doesn t everyone?
Strip those pants off and let me see you. I m pretty picky.
What? Oh yes sir. And the jeans and briefs quickly came off. I nearly swallowed my tongue. Another long beautiful cock hard and curved up nicely.
Oh hell. Why not? I responded with a weary sigh. But make it quick. Come on into the tub.
The young man eagerly entered the tub with me just as Bolero was conveniently starting on my CD. I appreciated the clichГ©d momentвЂâ€almost laughed out loudвЂâ€and left the music running. None of this seemed real anyway. I spread my legs up onto the rim of the tub and he slid under my buttocks kneeling on his thighs. He entered me his luscious dick curving up into my prostrate well before the rhythmic section of the music started to pick up its jungle-like beat and he proved to be musically vigorous in being able to stay right on the beat with his long strokes even as they intensified. Then we made more languid waves through the bathwater as he slow-fucked me through Clair de Lune. And when he had bathed my insides with his young hot cum I graciously acknowledged that maybe he had a point about bolstering my alibi in this manner. He had spurted semen so deep inside me a mere tub bath wasn t going to erase the proof that he d been having sex inside me this evening. I didn t bother to point out that I had the cum of four other men including Doug mingling inside me from this evening s exertions which no doubt would really confuse a diagnostic lab.
During a particular wild Yanni number with even a more pronounced beat than Bolero I showed the young man that I could pound ass with the best of them as well and he proved to be so tight and yelled grunted and groaned so believingly that I doubted that his initiation into the coven had been anywhere near as vigorous or stretching as mine had been. I was almost sorry to see him pull those jeans back over those plump orbs of his and slip out into the night.
In the subsequent weeks the police only halfheartedly pursued the case of Doug s beating and brutal rape being homophobic by nature and assuming that Doug had probably deserved all that had happened to him. I also later found out that someone in the office of the mayor was protecting Donatien s operation.
I had the bedroom completely redone while Doug was recovering from his surgery in the hospital. When he was returned to me it took him mouths to recuperate to the point that he was even able to walk in the house. For weeks he just gazed at me with empty eyes. And he only slowly became interested in anything remotely connected with sex which was quite a contrast to the randy devil he d been earlier.
It was a week or more after my plowing by Thomas and company before I was able to walk around anything but bowlegged as well. But I recovered remarkably quicklyвЂâ€and a good thing that I did because almost from the beginning I found myself summoned by Donatien at least once a week. I wasn t taken to the stone coven cavern again but was deposited in one of the lush upstairs bedrooms where whatever coven member was receiving an award that evening would find me and ravish me. Often I serviced more than one at a time. These sessions fed on my anger not the least because I began to look forward to the sex that I couldn t be having with Doug.
More than a third of my sessions at the mansion were with Donatien himself. He would keep me all night and an initial furious assault on my ass would quickly change to prolonged gentle rocking in and out in a comfortable position. I grew to suspect that he loved me and that no matter what cruel streak he had he was protecting me from the worst that he could do.
I had discovered three very interesting facts about myself in these weeks. I had an asshole and canal that was remarkably pliable and able to retract back to reasonable size even after having been doubled by two gigantic cocks. And even more remarkable than that I now realized that I loved the sex. I could feel pain until my canal had adjusted to whatever partner I was with but it was becoming quite evident that I reveled in having a dick up my ass in all sorts of inventive positions and a cock in my mouth. If it was just the physical act of getting plowed I would have enjoyed myself immensely. But I was being mentally and emotionally raped with each summoning to the mansion and I could not come to grips with losing control over my body in this way.
The third thing I learned from this period something that I would have gleaned sooner if I d analyzed the events of the past several months was that I realized that I was extraordinarily attractive to men. Even the straightest of men undressed me with their eyes and speculated about having sex with me.
I began to plot my revenge on Donatien and as I did before I decided to use my attraction to other men to put this revenge into play.
I researched the members of all of the vice squads in the city s police precincts and soon hit a bonanza. There was a thirty-something ripped muscles square-cut body and sandy crew-cut Marine drill sergeant type of a vice detective who worked out nearly every evening in one of the gyms I already had a membership to. He liked to work out when he came off shift apparently to exercise off all of the frustrations and aggressiveness that came with his job. And thus he d been given the keys to the gym to close up after himself after a workout that had extended into the early morning hours.
One evening I timed my own workout for the end of the regular day. He arrived on the floor very close to closing and I could tell that he was pent up with adrenaline from the intensity of his workout. I slipped into the locker room and made sure I was in the shower after everyone but the detective had left. Shortly thereafter the detective closed up the building after them finished his routine and slammed into the locker room the workout not having come close to assuaging his energy and anger.
I was standing there under a stream of water giving him a full frontal of my luscious body and soaping myself intimately when he burst into the shower. He glowered at me from across the room as I soaped up and stroked my cock and I stared him down as his belligerent glare changed to a look of animalistic desire and his cock started to stand to attention.
I turned off the water padded back to the entrance of the shower room and toweled off slowly and caressingly giving him both front and butt shots. I barely had my briefs and T-shirt on when I heard this animal howl from the entrance of the shower and he was upon me still dripping wet. He threw me up against the bank of lockers literally tore my T-shirt off my torso and wrapped a beefy arm entwined with ropy veins around my waist. He pulled my pelvis into his and I could feel the urgency of himвЂâ€and he could feel my hardness as wellвЂâ€and he went for my chest and nipples with his mouth and tongue in loud slurping sounds.
I gasped and asked him to stop which he took as a further turn on which I had suspected he would. Pushing me down to my knees and taking my head in his hands he commanded me to suck him which I did paying particular attention to pushing his uncut foreskin off his glans with my lips and rimming where the helmet met the bulk of the cock with my tongue and flicking his piss slit. I also moaned in feigned terror for him and acted like I wanted to disengage several times which pleased him immensely. Tension was draining out of him to the point of him realizing this was exactly what he needed but he was still tightly strung enough to take out his pent-up anger on my body.
He pulled his locker open behind me and pulled out several objects. Pushing me down on my back on the bench welded to the floor between the lockers he handcuffed my wrists behind me and under the bench slat. He ripped off my briefs. Then he showed me a policeman s billy club which he proceeded to lather up with salve from a tube. I babbled my fear to him and pleaded with him to stop and let me go. He just laughed and lathered up my asshole as well. He produced cording from somewhere and lashed my legs by the ankles to the lock holes in lockers on either side of the bench. My legs now were spread wide to him. Then he straddled the bench behind me and started to work the billy club into my ass. I screamed and hollered virginally for him but he was mightily surprisedвЂâ€and further turned onвЂâ€when he discovered that I could take the billy club inside me. While he was rotating it around in me and pushing it ever deeper he stroked my cock with his other hand and indulged in tasting it for himself.
He had only pushed the club in five inches or so when he was overcome with desire and exchanged the billy club for his own club sliding in and out of me across the top of the bench. I changed my tune for him now moaning and sighing and grunting and convincing him he was the best and that I was loving what he was doing to me. I told him I was dying to kiss him and he released me from the handcuffs so that I could raise my torso to him and kiss him deeply on the mouth. He released my legs then too.
As soon as I was released I pushed him away and made like I was going to make a run for it. With a loud animalistic roar though he caught me and pushed me into the shower and up against the wall with my cheek and belly flat against the wet surface. He turned the shower on full blast above us commanded me to spread my legs and with one hand pushing my chest into the wall and the other on my belly pulling my pelvis back toward him he roughly plunged into me and pumped away at me.
I m sorry I m sorry he was moaning as he plowed me deep becoming aware that he was (he thought) raping me but not being able to help himself.
Deeper harder I answered increasingly putting my own butt into countermotion to his stroking. Eventually he pulled out of me his hot cum spewing up my back.
This copious and furious ejaculation drained the last of his anger and frustration from him and he stood there close behind me his dick still in me but withering away as his breathing became more and more regular.
I m so sorry he whispered in my ear. I ve never done anything like that before. I don t know what came over me. I just have all of this stuff built up inside me. I ll never touch you again. I don t know what to do or say beyond that.
No apologies I whispered back. I loved it. It was just the way I like it. Please don t say you ll never do it again.
Oh God he moaned. You mean you d let me take you like I was raping you again.
Again and again and again I answered Whenever you need release.
We kissed then dried off and went our separate ways after I gave the detective my business card with my home address and phone number on it.
He did call on me again frequently and each time we followed the pattern of his fetish with him assaulting me in ambush ripping my clothes off plowing me first with a dildo or some other inanimate object and then fucking me with his own tool until his cum and tension drained away and with me going from pleading and resistance to acceptance and hot desire.
After several weeks I felt I controlled him enough to tell him about Donatien s coven and suggesting that the vice squad should bust up that operation.
I wish he murmured to me as we lay spent beside each other and he stroked my nipples through a ripped T-shirt and pushing the flash light off the bed that he d used to plow me before fucking me with his own dick. We know about that operation but someone in the mayor s office is protecting it. We haven t been able to make a move on it. I d love to initiate that. It would make my career.
But you d move if the mayor s office OKed the raid? I asked my hand cuddling and lightly rolling his balls.
Oh Gawd oh Gawd he whimpered under my touch. Yes certainly we d take them down immediately. And all other conversation was then suspended as he rolled over on top of me grabbed my wrists in his strong hands and pushed them over my head and entered my ass again roughly with his cock. He was wearing a cock ring with studs around it and I moaned in appreciation as they did a friction dance on my asshole rim.
As much as he was pleasuring me I was able even then to begin planning anew my vengeance against the coven.
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Renewing Old Friendships
We are a 47 & 48 year old bi couple living in the outer Brisbane suburbs we had married in our 20 s and had travelled the width and breadth of Australia with the wife and family following my 25 year career in the Army. I joined as a 15 yr old apprentice mechanic.
I had been out of the Army for 6 and a bit years when a friend Cliff living near Cairns phoned to say that one of our friends Bill had succumbed to the big C colon cancer. Bill Cliff and I had followed or met during many posting s through out our Army careers. Cliff said Bill s funeral was to be in 7 days time. I said we try to get there for it and would let him know where we would be staying. Cliff said that as it is the tourist season we would be lucky to find accommodation and that we were welcome to stay at his place.
Thanking him I told Jan my wife of Bill s death. We were all close and kept in contact regularly since leaving the Army so it hit Jan as hard as it did me. After arranging air flights the only ones I could get was arriving 4 days before the funeral and leaving 3 days after This meant away for 8 days. The business could survive for a few without us but not both for 8 days so we decided that Jan would stay behind. After phoning Cliff to see if it was ok for an extended stay I confirmed the flights. Stepping out of the air conditioned plane was like walking into a wall the humidity was so thick. Cliff met me and after collecting my baggage we were off to his farm.
Cliff hadn t changed in the time he d left the Army he still looked fit and never ceased chatting. I asked how Jenny and the kids were and that I was looking forward to seeing them again. Cliff then dropped the bombshell that they had divorced last year and the kids were all grown up with one living in Sydney one in the Army and one in Cairns. Jenny was back in Tasmania. After the shock had passed I asked what happened Cliff said that Jenny came home a week early from a family visit and found him in a compromising position in the bedroom with someone else. I gave a laugh and punched him on the arm and said to him I told you one day you would get caught not keeping that weapon in your own pants. We used to call Cliff donkey dick because of the size of his cock he was never short of some woman who wanted it. We used to tease Jenny saying we knew why she was always smiling. I asked how the divorce went he said as far as divorces go good. it was an amicable split 50/50 down the line and he and Jenny speak once a month.
The country side was changing from sugar cane banana plantations to rain forest Cliff slowed the car turning of the road down a track with Banana s lining either side he said welcome to 150 acres of banana s and 100 acres of cattle breeding land. The road opened up to a clearing revealing a beautifully restored Queenslander with wide open veranda s surrounding the house. After parking the car we went up to his house Cliff never ceasing the chat describing what they d done and giving me the guided tour. I started to laugh and he asked what was wrong I said have a look at this place I feel the need to put on the white glove and go hunting for dust it is immaculate. How much does it cost for the cleaner? Cliff laughed saying well I did do a spring clean sorta have to on a regular basis as the spiders spin the webs pretty quick here and always dust floating about being so open.
We ended up in the room I was to stay in dropped my bags Cliff had already opened the french doors onto the veranda and stepped out so I followed to enter a large open deck with a spa tub in the middle that would easily seat a dozen people comfortably a large 5 burner rotisserie BBQ an open air shower on the wall. Built into the side of the tub was a large ice box to which Cliff opened and selected two cold beers throwing one to me. We sat down enjoying the cool taste just waffling shit. Cliff got up and walked to the open air shower dropped his shorts and removed his shirt to be naked and turned the shower on.
All the time never ceasing the talk as if it was a natural thing which obviously was as he had a well defined body with an all over tan and no white bits and had shaved himself of all body hair around his cock and balls making them seem so much larger. I must have shown some sort of shock as he said get over it I don t stand on ceremony here and sometimes you just need to cool down from the heat and humidity. H e commented on the lack of pubic hair saying he and his partners enjoy the feeling of skin on skin. I said I know the feeling as Jan and I like it too. There is a shower in your room if you need a tub old fella and with that sauntered over to the tub plonking himself in. I said ok I do need to get the sweat of me and went to the room for a shower.
I stepped out onto the deck again dressed in shorts. out the corner of my eye I saw movement and my reflexes kicked in catching the beer thrown to me. Cliff said get in its great. I looked down at my shorts debating with myself weather to take em off only to be interrupted by Cliff saying lose the shorts I have seen your little cock in the showers many a time. Ok Cliff s cock looks about 8 maybe 9 inches on the slack so my respectable 7.5 incher (hard that is) may look small to him when it is a soft 5 or 6 inches. I said to him small it maybe but he wouldn t want it hanging off his nose for a wart as I was climbing in the tub.
I was really enjoying the freedom of being naked floating in the tub and catching up on old times and soaking up the sun and beers. There was a lull in the conversation and I was feeling really relaxed and could feel my cock becoming half hard. The feeling of the water gushing over it may have had something to do with it I looked at Cliff and it was obvious he was enjoying the same affect as he looked to have a half an erection too. His cock looked so good during our discussions I nearly let slip a couple of times that Jan and I enjoy swinging but didn t quite know if I should. I asked about the pussy he was getting and how many of the local farming wives had he spoiled forever. Cliff went all quiet so I opened my eyes to see him looking at me.
He said Wayne I haven t had a piece of pussy since just before Jenny found me that day. You see Jenny found me on my back sucking on Bill s cock another guy fucking my arse with his cock buried deep in me and another guy sucking my cock. I thought of myself as bi at the time but guess you could say I am Gay now. I didn t need to respond as my body took all of this in and gave me up. I felt faint sort of as the blood coursed from everywhere in my body to my cock and it as typical with a mind of its own stood up harder than I could have imagined
I said fucking hey wow. Cliff said tell me you ain t offended I stood up and said look at this my cock at its hardest must have been near on 8 inches. I went over to the ice box and grabbed two more beers and said to Cliff that is one of my fantasies to have a cock in my arse mouth and someone sucking mine. Cliff asked if I had experimented with other guys. I said I am way past experimentation Jan and I have been swinging for about 5 years now and in that time we have both had same sex sex and that not only were we swingers we are both very bi. By now Cliffs cock was standing up to which had to be a very thick nine inch monster so I eased my way over and slipped it between my lips taking him as far as I could and after a while had him deep in my throat. Cliff commended me saying not many can deep throat him and it is obvious I have done this before. I continued to devour his cock and sort of mumbled around it. Cliff then said he wasn t ready to cum and told me to lay back and he proceeded to suck my cock then down to my balls and tonguing my arse.
This was heaven lets go inside old fella and get comfortable. We went to the room I was staying in and got into a 69 er I said to Cliff i can t hold back much longer and he released my cock saying shoot it in my mouth so I went back to sucking on his cock when I felt his cock head expand and then he was filling my mouth with his hot cum this sent me over the edge spurting a decent load into his mouth. We both licked each other clean and came up for air both of us saying fucking awesome at the same time.
Cliff replenished our beers saying that he can go for a few more times if I was up for it. I replied that the night is just beginning and the next time I get this up as I took his cock in my hand I want it filling my arse. half way through my beer I started to suck his cock again getting it hard Cliff asked how I d like it so I rolled over onto my back and pulled my legs up in the air and said this do? Cliff got up and and went to is room reappearing with a bottle of lube and a medium sized vibe. Just to loosen you up big boy he said. after applying a liberal amount to my arse he turned the vibe on and eased it in while licking the precum oozing out of my cock.
I was in heaven enjoying sensations next the vibe disappeared and I felt his hot cock head ease its way into me. Cliff was a master at this soon he was in me to the hilt slowly thrusting in and out. my prostate was getting a good workout. Just then my phone burbled its song of someone ringing I said to Cliff don t stop keep going. It ll be Jan calling I was sposed to call her to let her know I am here safely. So I grabbed the phone of the bed head and answered first words she said you were spose to ring me I bet you got on the grog and forgot all about me. I said yes dear we did get otherwise occupied.
Jan said well it appears you are ok put Jenny on the phone. I then said to her that Cliff and Jenny had divorced last year and that I would tell her about it later. Meanwhile Cliff never let up his assault on me he pulled out and tried to roll me over onto my hands and knees and slipped his cock back in me. I couldn t contain all of the moans and groans and Jan said what are you doing there I replied to her she wouldn t believe me If I told her. She said try me so I said hang on I have a better idea and passed the phone to Cliff and said say hi to Jan and tell her what your are doing to me. But make sure you don t stop with that I buried my head into a pillow while he talked to Jan describing he was doing to me. I could guess that Jan was urging him on as he picked up speed saying I m nearly there then he spurted a hot load in my arse saying that your husband is one great fuck to Jan. Cliff s cock slipped out of me when it went soft and he rolled over and told Jan of his and Jenny s divorce. I took the opportunity to try and get rid of the cum he spurted in me as I don t like the cum farts brought on by a good ramming.
After cleaning up I grabbed two more beers and a wash cloth and cleaned Cliff s cock up he then said well your old man is back all cleaned up so I am going to get cleaned up here he is handing the phone back to me. Jan said you lucky dog getting that great hunk of meat in you to which I said how do you know he has a big hunk of meat to which she said well after all of those years all of you teasing him about it. Besides after hearing you guys go on about it all those years ago I had to see if it was true and find out for myself. I said so it all comes out now and did you like it to which my darling wife replied so much that I liked it several more times. I laughed and said bloody typical of him or you not to say anything. Jan then said well seeing as you are having fun I might see what the next door neighbours are doing and see if I can get some pussy and cock. I told her ok will call in a couple days.
Cliff was in the kitchen now and he said I was lucky having such an understanding wife to which I replied and such an accommodating one. Just how many times was she so accommodating by the way. Cliff turned around with a shit eating grin and said well now lets see. There was the time you were on course then there was the time you. I said ok ya prick so now ya fucked us both. We both had a laugh. After dinner Cliff said do you remember the time you went to England for six months and that Bill and I were so glad you were back? I said yeah and Cliff said that he and Bill were both servicing Jan on a daily basis and sometimes they d tag team her. I was clueless didn t have a clue I said. Well I did ask yours to keep the home fires burning laughing.
Hearing Cliff s revelations about his and Bill s exploits with my wife all those years ago my cock was standing up again. Cliff said great now it is my time for my arse to be serviced so of to the bedroom again after applying some lube and easing his arse with my fingers then the vibe then I slipped my cock into his hot arse. The humidity was really telling on me as I was perspiring like I d just had a good workout well I guess I was I slipped out of Cliff and rolled him over on his back and slipped my cock back in him while getting some lube on my hand I started to wank his cock while fucking his arse he was using all of his muscles gripping my cock so it wasn t long that I emptied my load into him as he was cuming from my wanking him.
The next day we visited Cliffs daughter in Cairns had lunch with her then went to visit Bill s widow Mary. mary asked if the both of us could deliver the eulogy seeing we were such good friends. We had dinner with Mary and stayed with her chatting the night away and ended up sleeping the night as we had too much too drink. The next day we did a few things for Mary then went back to Cliffs I needed a shower as I was getting ready Cliff came in and asked if I still ran and did I want to go for a short run cleanse the body like. So of we went trying to out do each other and ended back at Cliffs after what had to be a 15 km run. I always feel horny after exercising so I was sitting with a hard on after stripping off and cooling down under the outdoor shower Cliff came out with a hard on too so we went into a 69 er on the deck drinking each others cum. We then sat down to write Bills eulogy we had come up with something that set Bill apart from us and something his mates would understand and appreciate. Refreshing ourselves under the shower and in the outdoor tub with a beer I was feeling quite mellow when I felt my legs being parted and Cliff going down rimming my arse before slipping his cock into me. I was getting used to his size and really enjoying his cock fucking me we changed positions several times with me bracing myself against the tub standing up and Cliff fucking for all he was worth the sensations were too much and my cock erupted a load into the tub Cliff had great powers of holding off and fucked me for a good 30 minutes before my clamping my muscles around his cock finally brought him off.
As far as Funerals go we thought we had done Bill justice caught up with some old friends and solved some of the worlds problems over a beer or 3. We stayed at Cliffs daughters the night of the funeral and recovered the next day back at Cliffs. Cliff had a few things on the farm to do and I never seen him till later that night. we had a couple of drinks and went to our separate beds early it was all catching up with me. The next morning the day before I was due to leave Cliff came in early and suggested a run so of we went another short run around the bloke he said. The blocks are big up in the tropics another 15 km at least. As usual I was horny and Cliff said get ya self organised and cleaned inside seeing this is ya last day up here I have organised a surprise for you. Fulfil your fantasy as such. While I was cleaning up I heard a car and voices so I headed into the kitchen to meet two other guys. Introductions all round done we ventured into Cliffs bedroom and got down to sucking cock. The plan was i was going to bo gangbanged by them all I was to take all there cum in either orifice. For the rest of the day they proceeded to fuck me and deposit cum in my mouth and arse I loved it all. I lost count of how many loads I took and how many times i came I but can assure you that Cliff had no problems slipping his cock into me. The next morning I woke up with a sore arse and a hard cock so as a parting gesture I fucked Cliff thanking him for the great sex.
On the way to the airport I asked Cliff if he d like to renew his liaisons he had with my wife? I also said that its ok if he is Gay now he replied that he didn t classify himself as gay but he just hadn t found any women after Jenny appealing. Mind you he said Jan from memory was a spectacular fuck. I assured him she still was and gave him an open invitation to cum down and sample some wares of old.
Tomorrow I meet Cliff at the Brisbane airport Jan and I both cannot wait to be filled by his cock again. Maybe I will let you know how his stay goes.
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Opposites Attract Ch. 06
Sincere apologies to all of you reading this story. This story is a slow process but I m slowly moving forward with it so bare with me please! Remember I enjoy feedback – good bad even suggestions. I have to thank my new buddy Kenny for some of the ideas in this chapter!
Note — Just wanted to take this moment to add something important. My character s names reflect who their wolf is more then who the person actually is it s a wolf custom that they find their wolf s name and then take it for their own. The idea is as they age the human part of their soul achieves more and more harmony with the wolf part of their soul and will eventually mirror their wolf. Like Koen s name means Honest and his wolf s defining character trait is honesty. Honest is the true source of _who_ his wolf is and who what he is slowly becoming.
CHAPTER SIX
KOEN
Koen was dreaming. Only it didn t feel like a normal dream Koen felt it was a summoning dream. Koen found himself out in the old familiar vale in wolf form. It had been the meeting place of his pack for generations and Koen found himself waiting for something as he sat on his haunches patiently relaxed but alert. The darkness of the night was all around him broken up by the cold glow of the stars and the subtle blue-white light of the heavy waxing moon hanging high in the sky above him showing only a quarter was left before it was showing all of it s pale face. The tall oak and birch trees that stood at the edges of the grove spread out as far as his wolf eyes could see and a thick mist nearly a fog drifted lazily around the area with no breeze to push it. A huge ancient apple tree sat at the centre of the clearing with huge flat granite stones scattered about it at random. It looked to Koen the same as it always had but there was no smell and it was eerily silent of the normal noise made by such a vale nor was there a breath of wind or the natural breathing rhythm of a forest at night. But Koen wasn t disturbed by this he just waited patiently still as the clearing around him. The reason he was here would be answered in due time he told himself as he waited.
Time passed and yet it didn t for Koen he had no idea how long he waited there but where there was no noise suddenly there came a howl. Low solemn not commanding but it was demanding an answer all the same. Koen s sensitive ears swiveled as he listened to the howl as it seemed to carry on tirelessly effortlessly as if the wolf howling had all the time in the world to howl like that. The tone of the howl had him cocking his head curiously. The tone and the voice were familiar to him young female. Raising his muzzle he answered her with his own voice in a similar low solemn fashion but his had a chiding less serious edge to it. It conveyed that she didn t have to be that formal with him or that demanding. He d done what she wished and he was here wasn t he?
The howl stopped and knowing she wasn t far way stayed where he was indulgently still in no real hurry to be anywhere else. Before long he heard a soft yipping sound coming out of the misty trees ahead of the slender red wolf that loped out of the trees. Her teeth were showing in a wolfish grin as she loped towards him pale green eyes a mirror to his own reflected amusement and annoyance. Stopping in front of him she nuzzled him affectionately in greeting rubbing her chest and side against him vibrating with that growling purr. Koen nipped her shoulder affectionately making sure to drape a heavy leg over her shoulder to hold her still so he could wash her ears and muzzle with his tongue to be irritating. She sneezed rubbing a paw over her muzzle and ears as she moved back from him glaring her opinion of a gesture she hated. Koen laughed silently at her cocking his head to the side he asked her in wolf language what she wanted. With a very human roll of those pale green eyes the slender red wolf reared up on her rear legs and slipped into her human skin. Unconcerned with her nudity she sat cross legged on the grass a pointed expression on her face as she waited for Koen to slip back to human. With a huff Koen did and mirrored her position on the grass.
Well out with it Kaula you don t usually go to this much trouble unless its important. Koen prompted his twin sister. The slender young wolf across from him looked almost identical to him lean as tall as he was but her dark red hair was cut short enough that the silky looking stuff brushed her jaw. Her features were more feminine then his but they were the same mirror images of each other.
Kaula gave him a penetrating look her lips twitching into a smile. Can t a little sister just want to say hello to her older brother?
Koen returned her look without the smile. You know this isn t a good idea.
Kaula snorted. Oh cut that crap. They re human they can t track us into our dreams and I doubt if the wolves they enlisted will be looking for us this way.
Koen arched an eyebrow. That s not the point and you know it. Leaving meant no contact between us but you guys still managed to follow and find me.
Kaula frowned a touch of anger glittering in her pale eyes. We miss you you know. I miss you
Koen softened a little. You think I don t go a day without missing any of you?
Kaula scowled. Well if you miss us that much why are you still not with us? Come back we need you. You shouldn t have left us in the first place. But you had to go and play the hero. She responded heatedly. You had no right to just do that. We had a right to fight with you be by your side. But no oh no you have to be the way you are all pig headed and bad assed.
Koen felt his own temper straining it s leash. Hey! Listen to me! I left for a very good reason. They weren t _just_ human you know. It was my fault they found out about our serum. They weren t giving up and they killed Dad thinking he was me and came very close to catching Rey and Raine. They severely injured Brant and Mum. I had no choice! I mean fuck me they got Rain! He was just a baby!
Oh fuck you Koen! That s bullshit. Dad knew what he was getting into and the risk he was taking so did Reynard and Mum. Raine I grant you shouldn t have happened. But that didn t give you the right to just abandon your pack. Without Dad to lead us we need you. You know it s your damned responsibility to lead our goddamned family. Kaula snarled back.
Koen snarled right back at her. Gritting his teeth he forced calm on himself he wasn t going back into this argument he just wasn t. I m not going to sit here and trade insults with you Kaula I m just not. Koen told her firmly glaring at her making sure his eyes met and locked with hers forcing his will on her.
Kaula growled and glared right back he eyes as feral as Koen was feeling. The staring contest and clashing of their wills went on for a few more minutes before Kaula had to give into Koen s stronger will and dropped her eyes. This was about the fourth time that Kaula had summoned him into a dream so she could talk to him or more importantly talk him into coming back.
Koen could hear Kaula grinding her own teeth together as she breathed slowly her chest rising and falling raggedly as she struggled to control her strong emotions. Finally he heard a grunt and she raised her eyes to meet his own.
Your right I didn t actually come here to argue with you again tonight. I came for a reason.
Koen looked at her waiting for he to get to the point.
I had one of my dreams. But I m not sure if it s precognitive present tense or if it s a combination of both. It included you and held dodgy omens. Kaula finally said a worried expression crossing her face as she rubbed at her temples looking tired.
Koen felt his own expression getting worried but he was curious about what she dreamed. Kaula had been born with some unusual gifts Kaula s wolf wasn t called prophetess for nothing she got everything from waking flashes to dreams both precognitive past and present. Koen and the rest of their pack had come to rely on her instincts her inner knowledge trusting her visions.
Tell me. Koen instructed her.
I see you a red wolf running through city streets. Your tired injured hunted again. There s something pursuing you I can see the dark shadow behind you it has an air of menace following it but it feels familiar to me. Then nothing till I get a second image. There s another s perspective it s like I m looking through his eyes but he too is running always running as he too searches for something desperately. Finally I get a third image of nothing but darkness shadows and an awful scream. That scream is like nothing I ve ever heard in my life and I ll hear it s echo till the day I die. It haunts me Koen that scream sounds like a soul being ripped out and the start of hell for whoever that noise came from. Then as the darkness fades I hear a sounds of terrible destruction terrible anguish and rage fairly radiates from the darkness. Then nothing. Kaula explained quietly face pale haunted anguished as she is talking her hands clutching the grass next to her thighs as if the ground were a lifeline.
Koen feels himself moving automatically seeking to comfort her he wrapped his arms around her shaking naked shoulders and hugged her. Allowing the soft growling purr to escape him as he rubbed her shoulders and upper arms trying to get some feeling back into her to get her mind to come back to where they were. He knew from experience that she wouldn t be sleeping properly the dreams or images always lingered long after the event she often got stuck in them when replaying the memory. Koen felt Kaula lean against him taking comfort from the smell and nearness of her brother and pack mate. Even though this was technically a dream it all felt very real to both of them.
I have a bad feeling in my guts that it s you my instincts are warning me about. Be careful Koen. She whispered into his ear as she stayed where she was for a few moments soaking up the comfort. Koen too felt himself soaking up the same comfort of having his sister so closer for a change.
Reluctantly pulling away from her he eased away from he gently. I think we both need to be getting back. I ll take what you said seriously and hope you are wrong that I m not in danger. Koen reassured her as he got up and stretched. Slipping his skin he felt the familiar feel of his wolf form and trotted over to nudge Kaula s hip affectionately. He was just beginning to melt away as wolves do into the trees when he heard Kaula call his name. Stopping he turned his head to look over his shoulder curiously. His sister s expression was fierce and determined looking.
Just so you know you might not want us too. But we haven t stopped looking for you and we ll keep looking. We will find you and when we do Rey wants to smack you one. She promised him as she slipped her own skin going wolf as she herself melted into the trees leaving Koen standing there.
Koen woke up from his dream feeling exhausted. Summoning dreams for wolves wasn t exactly a restful experience as it actually took energy. Dreaming was the way wolves sent or received messages from themselves from others or from Gaia herself for those lucky few fortunate enough to hear from the Great Lady herself. Dreaming was even the access point for how a wolf died naturally the spirit disappearing out of his or her earth bound shape to join Gaia and their ancestors. He found himself in his own bed the bedding barely disturbed from when he d gone to bed some hours before and hours had gone past since he d been called in his sleep by his sister. The pale blue digits of the alarm clock on his bedside table told him that it was 4am and that the warm weight curled up in bed next to him smelled like Rudi.
Yawning sleepily Koen felt his wolf stir inside him awake because he was and curious about what he d dreamed. Sharing his experiences in the dream with his wolf Koen lay there conferring trying to puzzle out what Kaula s dream could have meant. Koen knew and trusted his sister too much to just ignore her warning and his wolf was in agreement. A wolf never discarded information all information was important so they would mull this over between themselves and be more alert. Reminding his wolf that it was still too early to be up yet Koen yawned a second time rolling over in the bed to a more comfortable position on his stomach. Inside him Koen felt his wolf stretch out and almost roll over himself as they both dozed falling back towards the comforting arms of sleep. In the moment or two before he succumbed Koen found himself missing Raul next to him.
RAUL
Raul woke up on the couch to the smell of coffee and subtle noise of Koen padding around in the kitchen. Sniffing appreciatively he shifted around in his make-shift bed moving around so he could sit up wrestling for a moment or two with the sheet that had got tangled around him during the night. Yawning he stretched lazily feeling his wolf stretch with him ignoring his morning wood as he went to the bathroom to piss. Done with that pressing matter he padded into the kitchen in just his boxers. Raul smiled sleepily at Koen as he gratefully accepted the cup of coffee the wolf was holding out to him.
Cream and sugar are where they always are. Koen grunted as he trudged out of the kitchen with his own black coffee and the morning newspaper that somebody had already brought.
Raul had learned that Koen was a far from charming person before he had his morning coffee and stayed quiet as he fixed his own coffee the way he liked it heavy on the sugar and milk wimp coffee Koen and a lot of Raul s friends called it. Following Koen out of the kitchen he leaned against the open French doors as he watched Koen sitting in the deck chair out on the balcony. As with any other time he was close to Koen Raul felt his wolf stirring to the red wolf s presence his cock too was starting to harden too as he watched the way the morning sunlight fell on Koen highlighting the deep red in his loose sleep tousled dark hair the reddish shade of his sensual mouth the pale skin on his naked upper body. So far in the two days since they had played on the carpet there hadn t been a repeat of the experience much to Raul s disappointment. He knew part of it was because Koen seemed to be acting as if it hadn t happened which frustrated but didn t surprise him. Raul admitted that he d have been more shocked if Koen had acted differently. But he knew it wasn t helping that Rudi was around constantly. He knew that Rudi hadn t been there the night it had happened nor had she come back at all during the morning when the pair of them had woken up still sprawled out on the floor together. They d both showered so she couldn t have smelled the night s mischief on either of them. But she seemed to sense perhaps unconsciously that something was happening or threatening her secure position that something being Raul. She rarely left Koen alone with Raul and when he was there she was never far away from Koen either as if she felt Raul would jump him in front of her. To Koen s irritation he felt that Koen noticed what was going on but didn t try to stop it or even acknowledge it even as he flirted or teased him all the time.
You having something to say or do you just get your rocks off by staring at me? Raul realized that Koen had spoken a few seconds after the words had been hanging in the air between them.
Huh? Raul asked uncertainly focusing on Koen s curious face and the amused smirk starting to grow on those subtly curving sensual red lips.
You seemed to be trying to examine my brain. Your staring practically fried a hole in the side of my head. Koen teased him.
Raul felt himself blush as he realized he had been staring for several minutes without saying anything. Raul realized he d been silent too long when Koen s arching dark red eyebrows drew together in a frown his eyes still more amused then annoyed.
Do I have snot on my face or something? Koen was asking in a more serious tone reaching up to brush at his face.
Raul shook his head in the awkward silence. Nope not that I could see. He replied with a flippant smile deciding that he d just have to go with it.
Koen grinned the start of the frown disappearing. Well good I d hate to have heard that I had snot on my face and nobody d said anything.
Raul grinned back using his eyes to subtly appreciate and admire. As I said your face looks the way it always does to me.
Koen smirked sipping at his coffee.
Raul wondered where Rudi was but then realized he really didn t give a fuck Koen was responding to him alone for a change.
Moving forward Raul wondered how far he d go as he moved to sit in the second deck chair that was on the balcony and stretched his legs out. He nearly crowed to himself and had to fight his own smirk as he noticed Koen s eyes lock onto and linger on the tight sturdy muscles in his long legs. Raul stretched his arms over his head and arched his back allowing the smirk this time when he felt Koen s eyes running up his body as his felt his muscles flex and shift.
Tease. Raul heard Koen growl softly and felt his own cock twitch as he noticed the bulge in the pair of old gray track pants Koen was wearing. It was a pair of familiar pair of pants that Koen liked to wear around the house. He was wearing nothing else though which Raul never minded although the sight of all that bare upper body had him hard all the time.
Raul s grin was taunting. Care to do something about it if it bothers you so much.
Koen grinned cheekily at him but didn t move from where he was sitting merely leaning back in his chair and stretching. His movements stretched his long muscled legs in the old dark grey track pants he was wearing and the muscles in his upper body. The pants were very familiar to Raul as Koen usually wore them in the evenings or mornings when he was just moving around the apartment. Raul found that his eyes were locked on the tight muscles shifting in Koen s six pack abs and had to tear his eyes away before he was tempted to start drooling only to see Koen s smirk. Deciding once again to go along with it Raul allowed his eyes to drift down Koen s half naked body lazily lingeringly allowing a subtle smile to pull at his own lips. He felt his smile become a smirk when he heard Koen s soft moan feeling the first stroke of victory in two days feeling proud of the sexual tension he d managed to build between them. He wants you Raul s wolf told him with a pleased growl go and get him. Raul shook his head deciding that if Koen could deny and tease him as he had over the past few days then he could play as well. Raul s wolf huffed at this not understanding why his human half was presented with an opportunity and wasn t taking it. They waited for such signs all the time and his wolf was confused because they usually used them to their advantage. Not this time we can be patient and play his game. If he wants to do it this way then fine but I refuse to be the only one suffering Raul told himself firmly. Squaring his shoulders he ignored the hungry look in Koen s eyes that was making his cock thrum with want for him. Raul merely arched an eyebrow of his own at Koen and sipped his own coffee and he relaxed in his chair ignoring the clear invitation.
By the way I forgot to tell you that I saw an unfamiliar wolf come into the pub last night. He had short dark brown hair and pale green eyes like you. Only he was more muscular and bulkier then you are but of a similar height. He even looked a bit like you come to think of it. He was alone and was asking questions about your band but particularly you for some reason. A mighty curious wolf if you ask me I d have called him a fan but he wasn t any groupie I ve seen before. Raul found himself saying distracting himself from giving into those hungry eyes.
Raul say Koen s eyes narrow and gleam with an unreadable emotion as the hunger disappeared from his expression. Seeing that he had Koen s attention Raul was curious about his reaction feeling that a nerve had been hit here. Raul had a feeling something was going on the mysterious Brant from a few days ago and now this brown haired wolf. He had a feeling they were connected somehow but each time he brought it up Koen evaded answering his questions.
He didn t give me a name didn t say if he was coming back either and he left after a second Jack D and coke. Raul went on prodding for a spark that might answer some of his questions.
Raul like any other wolf liked a curiosity the expression curiosity killed the cat could also apply to curious wolves but he had to know. The mysteries surrounding Koen just seemed to keep growing the longer he spent around him.
Koen s reaction to this added bit of information was a closed expression even his expressive green eyes were cold empty of expression.
I take it you know this person? Raul prodded unable to stop himself as he ignored the clear warning in Koen s expression.
Still no reaction from Koen not even in his body language. Most wolves gave away every emotion or thought they had in their body language but not Koen. Koen was too good at controlling himself for that and it was pissing Raul off.
Just as you knew the person who called for you. Don t play cold bastard with me again Koen I m not stupid I can see what s right in front of me just like anybody else. Raul dared to push.
The air between them visibly chilled even further but Raul met Koen s eyes and held his grip on those green orbs. Tension was beginning to edge into the relaxed line of Koen s shoulders but nothing else showed but Raul felt like crowing this was more progress then he d made in weeks.
Koen! Raul barked deliberately sharper then he needed to.
He shouldn t have come here. Koen gritted out but his expression and body language still revealed nothing. Where d they get this number? Raul heard Koen mutter in such a soft irritated tone of voice that he barely caught the words at all.
Who shouldn t have come here? Raul prompted. Who shouldn t have got this number? Come on Koen he looked like you you must know him he could have been your brother.
Half. Koen grunted.
Half what? Raul asked feeling frustrated and knowing that his tone sounded harsh with it getting blood out of a stone was easier then this. But Raul wasn t one to give up not when he was getting ahead and he felt he was cracking something here. He and his wolf were now both dying to know more about the wolf they regarded as their mate.
Brother. Half brother. Koen ground out after a long tense silence. He said it so quietly and so reluctantly that Raul almost didn t hear him again.
Your half brother? Which one? The wolf in the pub or the one on the phone? Raul pushed again.
The one in the pub. Koen answered with an irritated growl. The one on the phone was my adopted cousin.
They are your family right? Your pack. Raul went on feeling that if he d got this much out of him that he had to push for more while he had this small door open. He didn t know when he d get another chance at another window into Koen.
Koen nodded but didn t add anything else.
This is good progress here Koen. I now know more about you then I ve learned in several weeks. I now have knowledge of an adopted cousin called Brant and now that you have a half brother running around somewhere. Nice to know you have similarities to the rest of us. Raul goaded him smirking at him going with being deliberately annoying this time as he changed to another angle.
The beginning of a smile was causing Koen s lips to twitch slightly as one corner of those red lips inched up. What similarities? Koen asked some of the tension leaving him as his own wolf like curiosity showed itself.
Oooh there goes another similarity to the rest of us! Koen has a curious streak! Raul needled him.
This time the lip actually quirked up to a little half smile that nearly had Raul pouncing on him then and there but he held himself back with an iron grip. He had another purpose today he told his throbbing cock and equally insatiable wolf.
Any other family members I need to be aware of? Does the half brother have a name? Raul carried on eagerly perhaps too eagerly because the half smile disappeared and the wary reserve returned to Koen s face.
Yes. Rey. Koen answered in a clipped tone of voice the coldness had returned it seemed making Raul want to punch him or rip his own hair out in frustration they were back to where they started.
You going to tell me more then just yes there buddy? Raul urged before he clammed up completely.
Kaula is my twin sister. Rain is my younger brother by several years. Rey or Reynard is the same age as me but is a few months older then I am. Farrell Dior and Alair are my younger cousins triplets. Gisele is my father s sister and then there s Diallo and Lecia my parents. Koen answered sounding reluctant the words coming slowly as if pulled out of him against his will but Raul could see the pride love and wistfulness in his eyes for a moment or two as he named them.
So where are they? Raul asked quietly not wanting him to stop now but he already noticed that Koen s expression was controlled again his expressive eyes cool as if that emotion hadn t been there a moment or two before.
Not here. Koen replied curtly shifting restlessly he got up and walked away from Raul without saying anything else.
He left Raul feeling bewildered even more frustrated and curious then ever. Koen had a family somewhere and now Raul knew there names at least. He also knew that it seemed that Koen s family was getting closer to Koen and that Koen didn t want them to be. The situation just got more interesting as the days passed and Raul was determined to learn what was going on. What he d heard today was at least a start and there was a crack in the hard visage that was Koen. Raul wasn t stupid he knew there was more to Koen then what he chose to show the world but he needed to know more. Koen was his mate and if something was going on to endanger or trouble his mate then he needed to know to help protect him or fight beside him. He promised himself if it took till the day he chose to leave this world for the next that he d find out more. Raul had the feeling that Koen s story would be a difficult if not tragic one and had the instinctive feeling that Koen had left his family not the other day around. As Raul sat there left alone with his thoughts and now cold coffee he drifted back towards the wolf from the night before. Rey as Koen had called him could give him the key to more of what was going on here. But he had to be careful he had the feeling that Koen wouldn t appreciate him sticking his curious nose into his business. He knew that this Rey had seemed a prickly and suspicious person even rude in his coldness but then that made sense Raul thought in amusement. He was Koen s half brother and Raul now realized why the wolf had felt more familiar to him then just in looks. His plan now in place Raul settled back to enjoy the morning sun listening to the sounds of Koen moving around in the apartment behind him.
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The Healer s Touch
The storm started suddenly lasting for hours. The rain began to subside into a steady meditative drip. The lighting moved off becoming a beacon in the distance lighting the estate with an eerie blue glow. The wolves finally stopped howling and the estate was finally at peace.
Aromatic candles flickered in the window. Long tapers quietly dripped making discrete patterns in the wax. The ink drying on the paper reflected the light with a soft iridescent glow it resembled fresh blood as the quill scratched the flawless white paper. The hand stopped absorbing the silence. At last true thoughts can emerge.
Ebony became sick of the noise the beasts made especially the newborn pups. Even though he loved or seemed to love all life he preferred the less barbaric nature of humans. Rather of civilized humans.
Lightning flashed in the dark. The pen slid across the paper as Ebony startled jumped. Was that a shadow on the wall? Must be one of the guards. He was getting sick of the slaves here. Their minds were just empty holes that absorbed nothing. One slave caught his eye as fairly intelligent hence her position in the estate. Mistress Colt once asked why he was so critical of the others.
It s simple really I only expect what I can produce…no more…no less. Master Damascus almost trained me to become a master and I would not have stopped him. Until I met you of course.
Yes yes. You were as much a gift to me as I was to you she calmly replied. It seems odd though that Damascus would take such a liking to a slave. But I suppose it is because you are so similar in personality.
Ebony returned to his journal slowly etching the day s accounts. He reflected on his observations. Looking back he projected his thoughts on Crimson the Mistress primary slave. He did not know why but he felt compassion towards this intelligent human being and sometimes wished that she were his mistress.
Slate the barbaric fool was distracting the mistress. The idiot stopped whatever he was doing long enough to allow Mistress Colt to interrupt us. We came close to being punished. When she turned away my gaze pierced Slate s eyes like a dagger. His muscular body shuddered as if I clasped his heart with ice-cold hands. At that moment I wanted to rip his heart out. I don t understand what the Mistress sees in him. He is an unfocused mutinous clumsy arrogant beast li…
A quiet rap at the door interrupted Ebony s quill. Uncertain if he imagined the sound he arose wondering what time it was. He grabbed his bright yellow robe to cover his naked body. Not like they haven t seen me. Suddenly he thought it might be Crimson. His body reacted to the thought causing his posture to rise. In anticipation he let his robe fall open as he rushed to the door to greet the urgent rapping.
He opened the door slowly holding back his desire to tear it down grab her voluptuous body and kiss her passionately. In his struggling he was thrown off balance and the door flew open blowing out the candles.
The darkness seemed to envelop all sound. Ebony s chest heaved from passion desire and fear. Lightning illuminated the chamber holding itself over a black pile in his doorway.
Slate!
Ebony forgot about his concealed body as he struggled to hear the breath of the sack in his threshold. He could see a dark liquid flowing from the unmistakable black robes of the Beast Master. His Healer instincts flew into autopilot. As he struggled to carry the body he noticed the shredded cloth and the skin underneath. These marks were not made by one of the wolves but by a feline?! As he moved to call the guards he felt his robes being pulled toward the carcass.
Please… Slate struggled to form the words as blood flowed from his mouth. Don t call…them. He tried to pull himself closer to Ebony. You must…heal me. I need to protect…the…cubs. These last words trailed off as he collapsed and Ebony struggled to discern them.
As Ebony dragged the body across the floor Garnet one of the guards passed by the door. He peered into the room and saw the tattered black robes. They got another one eh Ebony? I feel kinda sad he seemed to have…
Silence! Ebony commanded in his calm voice. He was not hurt by them. Something else is out there. The strong guard helped the frail looking healer lift the body onto his table. Take two guards quietly to the pens and check on the pups. Mistress Colt will not see to him dying because of your failure. Something got within the walls. Keep it quiet for I believe he has lessened the situation. Hurry!
Yes sir. Garnet ran towards the guardhouse.
Now lets see what we have. Ebony tore off the remains of the cloak revealing Slate s naked shattered body. Blood seeped everywhere. As he cleaned the wounds he noticed a trace of toxin. He finished and took a sample of the blood. Hmm. A rabid feline. I don t know if you are more brave or stupid my friend. Fortunately for you I have a remedy for just this purpose. Unfortunately I don t know if I am too late.
He grabbed various beakers and began mixing the herbs and chemicals inside them chanting as he did so. Satisfied with his concoction he began massaging them into Slate s wounds feeling the texture of his muscles. He worked his delicate hands over Slates neck his chest and paused at his left breast. The largest wound on the body crossed the left pectoral slicing the muscle in half. The tear stretched from the upper right through the middle and off to the side. How did he grab me with that arm? This man is more devoted than I presumed.
The balm slowly pulled the skin and muscle tissues back together. Ebony ran his hands down the chest slowly working the balm into the cuts. As the tissue came together the blood foamed extracting the toxins and regenerating the skin.
As the chest continued to redevelop its once defined structure Ebony moved to the legs. He massaged the front and back of the legs where the feline tore through the muscles and almost severed the bones. As the legs healed Ebony moved to the head.
He gently caressed the soft skin of Slates face noticing the scratch under his left eye. As he kneaded the cheek he slowly bent down toward the bloody lips.
Now I see why Mistress loves you. He whispered his lips inches from Slates. Your barbaric dedication makes you appear simple and foolish. Yet at the same time your loyalty expresses a bond that could never be broken or replaced. Your love for her wolves almost exceeds her own. You will be greatly remembered for your valor even if she does not find out. He bent lower his lips pressing against Slate s. He pressed firmly feeling each crack in the once-whole lips. He began to taste blood warm and sweet yet slightly bitter. He began to separate the lips to taste the blood firsthand.
Ebony! Garnet pounded on the door. Open the door! You must come quickly!
This better be good! Regaining his composure he wiped the blood from his lips and opened the door. Garnet s tattered mud covered robes were enhanced by the two burly guards behind him. Are you forgetting that you never intrude upon a healer while he is work…! He stopped realizing that the two guards were holding the carcass of a giant white tiger it s neck was broken it s legs snapped multiple times and the once-white pelt stained red from blood. Where the hell did this come from?
We humbly apologize sir Garnet briefly bowed his head followed by the men behind him. We found this between the wolf-pens and Slate s domicile. The wolves were pacing around it and it took us a while to get to it. It was cold when we found it. Eventually they let us remove it. Apparently it came from just beyond the west wall. It must have tried to attack the pups which were nursing. Slate was either watching them or heard the commotion defended them and won. I suppose. Is he all right?
He will be if you leave me alone. Mistress will not hear of this from any of you. Skin the beast create a trophy for our hero. Burn the rest. This beast is rabid and must not be consumed. Were any of them harmed?
Not that we could tell.
Good. Go now. Awaken one of the healers and inform them of the situation. Tell them they need to check on the wolves especially the pups. Warn them they must be weary of possible resistance. Though they know most of our scents by now this situation may have aroused their suspicions. Inform them that they too must be silent. It is Slate s position alone to disclose this with anyone especially Mistress Colt. He closed the door after the men left. Turning around he glanced at the body on the table. His face gleaming with inspiration You are not allowed to die. I will not be punished for allowing it to happen!
He gathered more balm for his task. Not since Damascus have I touched another man he said with a smirk recalling days long past. If they came to me I would send them to another healer. Consider yourself fortunate my friend for I will succeed where they would fail to have tried.
He resumed his work on Slate s face working the balm into the skin as it reformed the delicate features. Your body receives this balm very well as I hope it will receive all the treatments. No healer but myself has been able to use it to its full potential. And not all patients have been able to reap its full benefits.
A shadow moved across the wall and stopped. A blue cloaked figure peered in the window watching the healer as he massaged the dark skin of the Beast-Master. The yellow-robed healer did not notice but continued to converse with the seemingly lifeless form. His hands gently caressed the face and moved down the bloodstained cheeks. His hands were followed by an eager mouth kissing the forehead eyes cheeks and finally fell upon the cracked lips. The blue-clad figure gasped as Ebony tasted the sour balm as it mixed with the sweet blood. Her chest began to heave from her deep breaths as he forced his tongue between Slate s red lips.
He pulled back admiring his work as the balm closed the wounds on the cheeks and healed the lips making them soft and full again. Some have been known to scar from their wounds I can see that your body will not. Though your mind will never erase the severity of this night s ordeal your body will not exhibit the trophies of your valor. Again he kissed the full red lips swallowing the remains of the blood. His hands moved down to the neck which had but little more than a few scratches perhaps from the jaws of it s assailant. A set of four puncture wounds evenly matched showed that the beasts jaw had been wrapped around the throat ready to finish what was left of the battle.
For a moment the great healer doubted his skills and feared that his patient would not last through the night. Even as he did so he remembered the words of his Master to never doubt only hope and believe. Doubt leads to failure failure leads to punishment. You do not have the power to fail if you do not believe in failure Damascus voice rang through his mind. Though these talents require skill they also require determination. If you want your patient to live they will. If you do not they will die. As the voice echoed in his distant mind Ebony slowly pulled off his own robe his body reacting to the cool after-rain breeze that flowed through the window. He felt his energy being drained by the heavy cloth.
His hands moved across the chest feeling the skin as it melded together. The shredded pectoral also became whole flawless and perfect. Equipping his mouth with a shattered piece of ice following his hands as his tongue followed his lips. The balm became sweet as honey as it finished its task and displaced the toxin. He recalled many times when he used the chemical on another body a female body. He recalled how her body would respond to his touch similar to Slate s response. How it would jolt as the cold ran through it the skin tensed and the hairs stood erect failing to protect the body from the intense cold.
Ebony ran his hands down the well-defined body feeling each muscle as they responded to his every touch. He had not much cared about the texture of a man s body but for some reason felt compelled to survey this specimen to very minute detail. His hands moved over the fresh cuts as they transformed to scars then complete unflawed skin. He admired both his work as well as the dedication and work that went into sculpting the body before him. He took more of the balm and massaged the arms delicate yet strong. Strong enough to break the neck of a rabid tiger!
Ebony glanced down the flaccid body. The chest and legs were almost completely repaired. Slates face frozen in a state of agony contained a line drawn down his cheek. The hair was matted to his face with sweat and blood. The neck almost bare of marks had a small cut that dissipated with each moment. He rolled the body over and looked at the shredded back. He imagined the deadly embrace of the two beasts as they struggled for their lives one a powerful creature with razor-sharp claws the other a barehanded man with determination valor and a hint of insanity. The claws dug into the back at an angle holding the man close to the beast while it bit into the neck and flailed at the legs. The beast s massive arms raked across the back tearing the skin and pulling it away from the muscle. As the healer imagined this gruesome sight he rubbed a fresh batch of balm upon the skin watching the frothy procedure again.
As the wounds finished their transformation Ebony soaked a white towel in the wash basin. He watched the body glisten in the candlelight as the flames reflected on the yellowish resin upon the skin. The soft wet towel moved down the body gently gathering the thick chemical. As his hands moved the towel it s white color metamorphosed to amber from the mixture of blood and residue. Occasionally he would rinse the towel and continue until the body was cleaned.
The hooded figure watched his every motion with admiration. I wonder if he looked at me like that while I was on that table so many times. Her soft blue eyes reflected the flames as she watched the towel move down the body lapping the mixture delicately. Unconsciously her hands moved down her body mirroring what she saw. She slowly unbuttoned her cloak revealing her soft tender skin. Pink lines emphasized her penance from an earlier spout with her mistress. They outlined her warm supple breasts as they became gorged with blood. Her hands moved along her skin caressing her body as if it were another s. As her passions rose the rain began to fall lightly upon her melting as it touched her. The smell of the rain mixed with her own scents and increased the flame burning inside as she watched the man begin kissing the back lying on his table.
Ebony listened as the soft melodic rain danced on the roof of his chateau. Now for some warmth to your cold skin and to see if we were quick enough. He said to his patient with a warm smile. He opened his cabinet and pulled a small black vial with artistic ruins written upon the label. He opened the vial and poured a small amount upon his hands. Rubbing his hands in a circular motion he warmed the liquid as the liquid heated his skin. He began rubbing the lotion upon Slate s back chanting in an ancient melodic language as he did so. The cold skin began to warm as he moved down the back. Ebony used this time to relieve tension that had become built up from intense labor. Even as he did so the body as if awakening from a deep sleep began moaning with pain and pleasure. The body heaved as each breath filled and emptied the lungs.
Slate began opening his eyes and yelped at the dim candlelight and the pain from his previously inept body. He realized where he was and who was touching him. Struggling to speak he could only produce simple moans and grunts. Finally realizing his state he gave in to his weakness and allowed the healer to continue his work.
Ebony moved his hands to the lower back concentrating on the center area near the spine. He lightened his touch as he realized his patient was conscious. His chants diminished into the air as he slowed his words. Do not resist. Your body is weak from your ordeal and must rest. Close your eyes and allow yourself to enjoy this moment. I commend you but your valor will not leave the mouths of those who know without your initiative. Ebony resumed his massage as the lotion seared the skin bringing warmth and color back to the paleness. Slate lifted his head as if to speak. Do not fear. The wolves are unharmed and the beast is dead. Now relax and sleep if you choose.
Slate closed his eyes reflecting on the visions of the night. His moans echoed through the silence as Ebony s hands began to massage his tight buttocks. His mind filled with images of what had transpired could not resist the primal instincts of what he was feeling. Trying to resist his skin tightened his muscles flexed and his blood no longer flowing out the body accumulated wherever the soft lips touched his concentration broke as the pink velvet tongue lapped the nectar from his thighs. How could someone who despises me give me such pleasure?!
Ebony moved down noticing the reactions of his patient wondering what was going on in his mind. As he reached the swollen calves he stood removing his hands and stepped back to admire his work. As he did a thought entered his mind. Why did you choose me? You have been seeing another healer for your other wounds have you not?
Startled by the question Slate rolled onto his back his slick hard body glistening in the candlelight. Yes but I do not know anyone but you who could have done what you have. He paused considering the next move as if this were a chess match. After a few moments of pensive silence Slate began moving off the table.
What are you doing?
I cannot thank you enough for what you did and perhaps in time I will be able to repay my debt to you. If you are finished with me I feel I should be leaving now. A brief silence a stalemate… Unless there is more that you require of me he added with a final note.
I feel it would be better if you stayed under my supervision for the evening. Perhaps we could mend the wounds we may have pausing Ebony bites his bottom lip in frustration inadvertently caused each other. Although this is a recommendation a request not a command.
A bolt of lightening flickered in the back ground highlighting the hidden figure. Her cloak hung heavily from the rain off her shoulders exposing her body dripping with sweat and rain her long blonde hair draping over her shoulders barely concealing her supple breasts. Her hands quivered with anticipation as they continued to massage her body one hand on her thigh the other penetrating her navel. Quietly she moaned as she waited for the reply.
Slate waited a moment to comment weighing the options in his mind. Finally making a decision he slid off the table and gliding towards Ebony began As tempting as the offer is I feel the Mistress does not trust me entirely. I feel it is my duty to her and to myself that I check on my friends and their pups. He pressed his body against Ebony s feeling the warmth the pulse and the erection embracing him he whispered I will assume the offer will still be available at a later date. As he pulled away slowly considering his decision he glanced down for a moment admiring what he saw.
Ebony noticing the hesitation stepped forward embracing Slate s oil-laced body. He pressed his lips against the dark-skinned cheek moving towards the red lips. As the two men holding each other close kissed for what seemed like hours locking tongues the shadowed figure collapsed to her knees. After a moment of blissful recovery she pulled herself up to her feet content to see that the bodies were still locked together.
Finally Slate gave one final embrace pressing himself against Ebony feeling the body against his he then pulled away meeting the eyes as they searched for any excuse any reason anything. The figure moved toward the door then changing her mind slipped further into the shadows pulling her cloak back over her body. Slate turned opened the door and started to leave. As he stepped out he noticed the rain-mixed blood. He turned to face the healer bowing as a final thanks and disappeared into the shadows towards his quarters the rain dripping down his naked body.