This is our new dump site for all of our roleplay character-related writings.

Read at your own risk--if you can find a story without adult content, I'd be surprised. All entries are tagged, so if there's something you're looking for or something you want to avoid, you can use those.

Some of them might not make the most sense, because a lot of the stories were LARPed or just discussed and not written down.

You'll also notice that the tenses change in a lot of the writing--that's because Carcajou writes in past tense, and Carrion writes in present tense, and we're too lazy to change it to one or the other.

One important note about historical figures--because we're...whatever...any wives that may have existed--don't. Just so you know.
Showing posts with label body modification. Show all posts
Showing posts with label body modification. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Medgineer


“Ah…Danke, Herr Engineer. Yes, this is very interesting…” The BLU Medic rolled his eyes when he was certain that his team’s Engineer wasn’t watching. He had come to Engineer’s workshop looking for a part for his medigun. Engineer, mistaking the visit for interest in mechanical devices, had eagerly offered an impromptu tour and was showing Medic around with the same sort of eagerness a parent would have with a new baby. Medic, a bit stunned, had found himself unable to refuse, and he was now trapped in a purgatory of gears, wires, cables and grease. Looking around, trying to find something remotely interesting (or a possible escape route), Medic spotted a strange machine. It looked like a large box with two tanks on top and a nozzle or tube coming out of one end. He glanced around—Engineer was extolling the virtues of…something or other…and probably wouldn’t notice if an army of Heavies arrived and started shouting at him. Medic inched closer to the machine. The box had a series of lights running up the middle, each one with a label beside it: lubricate, dilate, cervical wash, inseminate. The entire contraption was an ‘Industrial Livestock Inseminator’. Now, that was interesting.

Engineer realized that his explanation was not being heard and turned around to find the doctor. He realized what he was looking at and swallowed a smirk. He’d hoped that Medic would notice that one in particular. “I designed that for work at the ranch,” he lied smoothly, goggles covering the glee in his eyes. “Just a simple contraption for insemination.”

Medic squirmed a little, trying to discretely adjust his trousers and coat to make the growing bulge between his legs less obvious. He nodded vaguely in Engineer’s direction, not really hearing the other man. “Yes…contraption…very good…” He had to try it. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else properly until he had used this machine on himself. He didn’t know how he would get to it yet, but he knew he had to find a way. “I, ah, must be going,” Medic mumbled, wondering how quickly he could get to Heavy—or rather, get Heavy’s cock inside of him. “Thank you very much for the tour!”

“A course, doc. Oh, did you find that part you were looking f-?” The man was gone. Engineer chuckled and went back to fixing a machine.

*

Heavy was busy playing poker with Demo, Sniper and Scout. He was winning handily. “Do ho ho, all these leetle chips are for Heavy? So nice of you to give them to me!” he mocked Scout, who blustered angrily and threw a chip at Heavy’s head.

Medic burst into the room, trying not to look as though he needed an urgent fucking. “…Heavy,” he said, as calmly as possible, “could I please have your assistance in the infirmary?”

“Da, doktor, but after game.” Heavy grinned, ruffling Scout’s hair.

Trying not to simply throw himself on the poker table for Heavy to fuck in front of everyone, Medic tried again. “…it’s quite urgent.”

“Can not wait?” Heavy was not getting it. He was enjoying his game.

Sniper was getting it. He could see the bulge in Medic’s pants and the tension in his whole body. He exchanged a grin with Demo. “Go on, big fella, can’t you see the doc needs ya?”

Demo grinned back, taking advantage of the distraction and leaning over to look at Scout’s cards. “Aye, I’d do what the Medic says, Heavy, if y’know what’s good for ya.”

Scout just frowned. “C’mon, c’mon, stay or go, but let’s get on with the freakin’ game!”

Medic blushed slightly, clearing his throat and looking pointedly at Heavy, avoiding eye contact with either Demo or Sniper.

“But… am winning!” he protested, making a sad face.

Gritting his teeth, Medic used his emergency tactic. After a few situations like this, he and Heavy had worked out a code word. Medic didn’t like to use it too often, because his teammates weren’t stupid—they would figure it out. “Heavy, tanzen.”

Heavy raised an eyebrow, putting down his cards. “I will beat you at cards later, leetle Scout.” He left and headed away with Medic.

Sniper smirked at Demo and they snickered a bit together.

“Holy crap!” Scout screamed, “let’s play already!”

*

Medic frowned at Heavy for a moment as he fumbled his lover’s pants open. “Honestly, mein Heavy! I thought I was going to have to do this right in front of everyone!”

“Sorry doktor, did not realize!” Heavy practically ripped off Medic’s pants, grabbing a condom and lube from one of his pouches and quickly jerking himself to attention before sheathing himself in a Heavy-sized condom.

“Ah…that’s ok, mein Heavy…” Medic sighed, reclining on his exam table and eagerly offering himself to the Russian.

Heavy lubricated a finger and slid it into his eager partner, curling it to find Medic’s favourite spot, hooking and pulling at the doctor’s anus. He smiled down at his lover’s expression. “What made doktor so… hungry?” Heavy could never remember the English word for aroused.

“Ohhh…ja…” For a moment, Medic could only rock and moan and fuck himself on the finger. He blushed a little when he thought of Engineer’s invention. “Ah…nothing, mein Heavy…ngh…”

Heavy grinned a wide grin, adding a second finger and curling them the same way. “Good?” he purred, his voice so deep that it felt like it was vibrating through Medic’s whole body.

“Mmm…ja…” Medic groaned. Even though he always enjoyed his Russian lover, who was perpetually patient and indulgent, Medic couldn’t get thoughts of Engineer’s insemination machine out of his head. As he forced himself up and down on Heavy’s fingers, he kept thinking of being filled with water (or other fluids) from the tanks, with the tube shoved deep inside himself…

Heavy groaned, enjoying the tightening slickness around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out as the muscles clenched, trying to keep him inside, then quickly replaced his fingers with the condomed head of his cock, slowly pushing inwards.

Rendered speechless by the feeling of Heavy’s wide, flaring head filling him, Medic cried out silently and thrashed, clutching at Heavy with his hands and legs.

Having been together since they’d first met, Heavy knew exactly how quickly the doktor could take him. He entered the man evenly, smooth and slow for the first 30 seconds, then he grabbed his thighs and started to fuck him harder.

Medic squealed and laughed as he felt Heavy fill him, shivering with pleasure as the man’s massive hands closed around his legs. He knew that the Russian could easily snap his femurs like kindling, but that only served to heighten his arousal.

Groans quickly turned to a bear-like roar of pleasure as Heavy used Medic for his own pleasure. The sounds he made behind the minigun were fairly similar to the ones he made while fucking his lover.

“Oh…Heavy…yes, use me! I’m yours!” Medic screamed. Sometimes Heavy liked to make love gently, and sometimes the Russian would fuck his brains out. Medic loved both, especially when it was his decision.

“Ты сводишь меня с ума! Я всю жизнь ждала тебя!” Heavy’s fingers tightened on Medic’s thighs and he thrust at his full speed, his hips slamming into the German hard. He was always grateful that they both had enough padding that Medic wouldn’t bruise after this sort of treatment.

Medic didn’t understand Heavy, but he was too distracted by the wonderful pounding to really care. He shivered and shook beneath his huge lover. “Heavy! I’m…!”

Heavy’s final cry almost sounded like the minigun herself as he came in Medic.

Medic’s climax followed a moment later. When he had finished, he collapsed back on the examination table, panting softly with an unfocused smile. “Mmm…sehr gut, mein Heavy,” he purred.

Heavy pulled himself out, stripped off the condom and tossed it away. He patted his doktor’s belly happily. “Zer gut, da.”

“Mmm…well, why don’t you go destroy the others at cards?” He loved hearing Heavy speak German with his thick Russian accent.

Heavy laughed. “Will win for doktor.” He bent down and kissed the curl on Medic’s forehead. “Ich liebe dich.”

“Ich liebe dich auch mein Heavy.” Medic giggled a little as Heavy’s massive mouth lightly brushed his ticklish little curl. “And for the Motherland?”

“Da!” he grinned, patting Medic’s chest before pulling on his pants and heading out to play poker.

Medic busied himself tidying his infirmary, humming softly as he worked. It wasn’t long, though, before he started thinking about Engineer’s invention again, even with the soft throbbing of his recent fucking still present. He would have to steal it, somehow, or he would go mad. That night, he found himself standing outside Engineer's workshop, staring at the imposing building. He had heard, from those who should know, that the workshop was terribly difficult to get into, so he was very surprised to see that all of the usual warning lights on the lock were dark. He hesitantly approached the door. Nothing happened. He pushed on it; it swung open without a sound on its well-oiled hinges. Medic crept inside, cautiously shining his penlight around the gloomy interior. There it was, carefully covered with a clean canvas tarp, its shape still obvious: Engineer's cattle impregnation machine. Medic stalked closer, still expecting some sort of horrible alarm or trap, until he was right in front of the device.

"Well howdy, sawbones." The only part of Engineer that was illuminated by the little penlight was his goggles and his unsettling grin. "Lookin' for somethin'?"

Medic's eyes widened. He was quite pleased that this was his only reaction. He lowered the penlight so that his teammate wasn't quite so...creepy looking. "Ah, Engineer!" Medic smiled, all charm and innocence. "Why, yes, I forgot a piece earlier, and seeing that your workshop was open, I didn't want to bother you!"

"Sure you don't want some help gettin' strapped in?" Engineer gestured to the large green dildo poking out of Medic's pouch.

Medic felt his cheeks flush, hoping that Engineer wouldn't be able to see it in the dim light. "That is, ah, Scout's. I confiscated it from him earlier, and...I must have forgotten to put it away. Silly me!"

"Shucks, doc, I didn't take you to be such a miserable liar."

Medic sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a self-effacing grin and offering the jiggling green dildo. "No, I'm afraid I have always been a terrible liar. I'm not sure why I bother."

"If there's one thing I won't stand for, it's dishonesty." Engineer grinned, taking the toy from Medic and uncovering his machine rather affectionately.

"Nor should you..." Medic murmured, clearly distracted by the unveiling.

Engineer started up the machine, getting everything in place. "Strip down, doc."

Still blushing prettily, Medic unbuttoned his long coat, his vest and shirt and tossed them into a neat pile, trying not to simply rip everything off as he heard the machine's noises. He forced himself to leave his pants until last, after he had even taken off his socks and garters. Finally, he stripped off his underwear and stood in front of Engineer, quivering and erect. After a moment, he put his boots and gloves back on, because it suited him to do so. His glasses, of course, stayed on.

Engineer fished Medic's tie out from the heap of clothes and tightened it around his leaking cock. "There, ain't you pretty as a picture in a dirty magazine," Engineer leered.

Medic gave a startled laugh. Even after living in such close proximity to Engineer for almost a year, it sometimes still surprised him that the Texan wasn't just the 'aw shucks' polite cowboy it often suited him to pretend to be; he could be as raunchy and downright mean as any of the others. Medic gasped sharply as the tie was pulled almost painfully tight around his erection and he couldn't suppress a whimper and a buck of his hips as he stared between Engineer and his creation. The machine now had the green dildo affixed to the nozzle, vibrating and eager. 

Medic gave a startled laugh. Even after living in such close proximity to Engineer for almost a year, it sometimes still surprised him that the Texan wasn't just the 'aw shucks' polite cowboy it often suited him to pretend to be; he could be as raunchy and downright mean as any of the others. Medic gasped sharply as the tie was pulled almost painfully tight around his erection and he couldn't suppress a whimper and a buck of his hips as he stared between Engineer and his creation. The machine now had the green dildo affixed to the nozzle, vibrating and eager. 
Engineer pushed the doctor down to the floor, spreading his legs and tightening leather straps around the calves of the German's boots, keeping him spread for the machine. He pulled down the man's arms and belted them to a bar against the floor, keeping him held awkwardly with his ass in the air. Engineer smirked, standing with one booted foot on the machine and pressing a few buttons. The green dildo stretched out towards Medic's hole, then recoiled back into the machine completely.

Medic moaned, forcing himself to lie still as Engineer prepared him. His cock was already dribbling a little, despite the makeshift cock ring. He looked down the length of his body, watching the dildo move and retract. He couldn't hold back a whimper as he watched it disappear.

When it came out again, it was dripping with thick lubricant. It made the same mechanical sounds as Engineer's hand as it slid out towards him, the tip sliding into an eager and waiting Medic. Engineer chuckled, pressing a few more buttons. 

"Nghh!" Medic gasped, still watching the machine. His eyes fluttered shut as the dildo pressed against his entrance. "Oh...gott...Engineer!" he whimpered, rocking against his restraints already.

"Shucks, pardner, ye'll make a man blush." Engineer purred, turning the vibration on higher as the large toy pushed further into the restrained man on the floor.

Medic was soon reduced to incoherent noises as the nubbly dildo forced and pushed its way into him. His head slammed back, narrowly avoiding smashing on the cement floor, as the toy hit an especially sensitive area.

"Let's get this under here before ya get hurt." Engineer chuckled to himself, grabbing a pillow from the worktable he often napped on and putting it under Medic's head. "Now take it like a man, shorty." He pressed another series of buttons and the whole dildo began to throb in and out of Medic, almost to the wide base.

"Mmm?" Medic murmured, his head hardly touching the pillow. He was completely unaware of how close he had come to ending early. Medic was soon screaming joyously as the machine pounded him. The pillow quickly made itself useful as the lanky German thrashed and bucked against the straps.

"Haha, I built that." Engineer curled his lip as he watched Medic twist and thrash like an unbroken horse. "Good boy, you like that?"

"Nghhh...mmhmm!" Medic gasped. His glasses had been knocked askew by his squirming, and his face was flushed and sweating. "Mein gott, ja! Mehr!"

"I bet you were hopin' I'd do a bit more than fuck you with this fancy machine though, am I right?" Engineer chuckled.

"Ah...was meinst du? I mean...what do you mean?" Medic asked, his voice a little stammery because he was being shaken by the machine.

"There are all sorts of fancy things I can do with you." His grin widened. The fact that Medic couldn't see the man's eyes made the smile even more frightening. "Like... this one." he pressed the dilate button.

Medic looked a little concerned, not sure what sort of 'fancy things' the little Texan might have in mind, and hardly able to recall what the different settings on the machine had been. He wasn't kept waiting long: the hollow dildo began to stretch and expand inside his guts, being forced larger by the machine. "Oh! Oh, Engineer!" Medic rocked as much as he could on the dildo, straining to touch himself, only to be thwarted by the thick straps holding his wrists.

"Ahahaha!" Engineer slapped his thigh. "If only I could strap you into a mechanical bull like this!"

"...!" Medic blushed again, turning his face into the pillow. It wasn't long before he had forgotten his embarrassment as he was forcefully fucked. "H-how big does it g-get?" he cried, jolting and vibrating on the machine. His cock was straining at the tie.

"Well, technically it's used to dilate pregnant heifers to help them give birth, so... picture a baby calf." Engineer licked his lips as he watched Medic thrash.

Medic's eyes widened. "I...I'm not sure about this!" he protested, but his cock gave another delighted spasm.
"Aw, Doc, that's too bad now, ain't it?"
"...was?!" Medic began to look a little panicked. "I don't want to h-have to explain why I had to r-respawn because I was t-torn apart f-from the inside!"

"I'm just ribbing you, Doc, I want to finish you off right on this machine this time," the Texan kept the dial at levels that the doctor could handle. "Just relax and take as much as ya can."

Medic whimpered, raising an eyebrow at Engineer. Before long, though, he was too busy being stretched and fucked and vibrated to think about passing a calf. "Ach! Ja!"

"That's what ya get." Engineer laughed, "That's what it was made for." He pressed another button and Medic suddenly found himself filling with warm, soothing water, the dildo shrinking back to its usual size - certainly not small, but not nearly as big as it had been.

Medic's head flew back, sinking into the pillow, and he shuddered with pleasure as he felt the warm liquid flowing into him. "Ohh...Herr Engineer..." he whimpered, staring up at his teammate. "Danke, danke!"

"You like that?" The rough American's accent was only adding to Medic's enjoyment of his predicament.

"Ahhh! Ja!" Medic raised his head enough to see the two tanks mounted on top of the machine. He could see the level of one slowly, slowly going down and his eyes widened again. He flashed back to his medical textbooks, trying to remember if it was possible to drown from the inside. But it felt so good...

"Ya like that, ya big ol' whore?" Engineer didn't sound unkindly, more... affectionate.

Medic raised an eyebrow at the name, but just for a moment, before he broke into a wide grin. "As I said, I'm a terrible liar. Guilty as charged...ahhh..." It was pleasant to just be filled like this after the violent fucking and dilating, to just watch and feel the water slowly fill him.

Soon he felt as if he might burst and as soon as he did, the water started to retract. He could see the tank filling up again as he drained.

"Ahhh..." Medic sighed, eyes drifting shut as he felt the water flow out of him.

"You enjoyin', boy?"

"Ohhh, yes...I'm very glad I, ah...came to visit you..."

"There's one more thing I wanna try, if yer hole is amenable." he tipped his hardhat politely.

"Certainly, Herr Engineer," Medic smiled a little sleepily.

"Well, you see this tank here?" he gestured to the other tank, which was currently empty.

Medic nodded, thrusting and tightening around the dildo as he tried to finish himself off.

"Let me just hook you up." Engineer slid a tube over Medic's cock. "I hope you don't mind, I borrowed some tips from your Kritzkrieg." he turned a large machine, very similar to Medic's kritzkrieg onto the bound and twitching doctor, then carefully undid the tie from around Medic's cock. For a moment, he held the man's cock tightly in his mechanical hand, then he released and turned the kritz-twin onto Medic at full blast.

Medic screamed as he felt himself cumming almost painfully, as though the machine were taking liquid out of his blood to produce more semen. The tube attached to his cock sucked it away, and Medic had a brief moment of respite. He panted and gasped, fucking himself on the dildo a little as he finished.

"There, ya damn near filled the container and I ain't done with ya yet." Engineer pressed another few buttons, but kept the kritz on Medic so he could keep cumming. Soon Medic could feel himself filling and watched the tank full of his semen empty into him.

"Wha...?" Medic's eyes widened and he sat up a little to look at the tank. He knew he had cum more than usual, but the tank was indeed almost full. He laughed wildly as he watched the cum start flowing into him, the sound turning into almost a howl as he started cumming again.

"Ah, ya like that, don't ya, Doc?" Engineer chuckled. "Bein' all filled up by yourself. Look, your tummy's gettin' distended." He patted Medic's abdomen as if he was patting a prize heifer.

Medic followed Engineer's gaze. Sure enough, his stomach was expanding and swelling as though he had eaten several enormous meals. "Ohhh..." he gasped in the moments between ejaculations, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt more of his hot semen being pumped back inside of him. "Oh, yes..."

"Here, we best take this off before you burst yourself." Engineer slid the tube off his cock and turned off the kritz-twin.

"Nghh...thank you..." Medic moaned, watching the tank continue to empty into him and his stomach continue to balloon. "Es ist so gut!"

"Ya still got a bit more to get in, the tank's not empty yet, pardner." Engineer went back to the tank and watched it drain, enjoying the sight of the big German expanding, practically vibrating with pleasure as he was fucked and filled like the needy slut he was.

"Ooh...ohh, sheiBe...mmm...ah, s'ist-ohh..!" Medic moaned, fucking himself on the dildo as he watched the last bit drain into him.

"Wanna cum again?" Engineer gently put his boot on Medic's belly, pressing down ever so slightly.

"Nahhh!" Medic squirmed as his swollen belly was pressed. "Ja, bitte, nuer einmal mehr, bitte!"

Engineer took out a knife and slit the tie off Medic's already spurting cock. "Then make a mess on yourself, boy!"

Medic came again with a violent, wrenching scream. He didn't even have a moment to be concerned about the blade so close to his manhood before he was spraying his own bloated stomach.

"Whoooowee, would ya look at that!" the Texan laughed, letting Medic recover for a moment before draining the cum right back out of him. 

Medic could only pant and gasp as his abused guts were drained. He smiled weakly up at his teammate, eyes mostly closed.

"Another satisfied customer." The wide grin was no less unsettling now. "And if ya come in here again without askin', I'll beat you like a rented mule," his grin turned cold.

"Ah...yes..." Medic laughed a little nervously. He had no doubt that Engineer meant it. "...thank you."

"Good, glad we understand each other." He pressed a few buttons and the green dildo slid out of Medic. He freed the toy from his machine and put it up on the counter. After unstrapping the big German puddle, he helped him up, as always, very grateful that he was incredibly strong for his size. Medic was by no means small.

Medic gratefully leaned against the shorter man. He was soaked with sweat (and other fluids), he was panting, and his legs were shaking too badly to support himself properly.

Engineer sat him on a work table and cleaned him up with a few rags he had lying about. Without even asking, he pressed a glass of water into Medic's shaking hands and helped him hold it steady as he drank.

Medic eagerly downed the water without saying a word. His eyes were glassy and unfocused.
Engineer got him a few more glasses of water, wrapped him up in a spare blanket and let him sit while he cleaned up the machine. Once everything was spotless, he folded up Medic's clothes, tossed them in the doctor's lap, scooped up the taller man and carried him out of the workshop to Engineer's mostly unused room.

Completely spent, Medic purred sleepily and nestled against Engineer.

Once the German was all tucked into bed, Engineer removed his helmet, goggles and most of his gear. He helped Medic out of his boots and gloves, then snuggled in next to the doctor, wearing only his boxers and a wicked grin.

"Mmm," Medic murmured sleepily. "But, you...?" He snuggled as close to the nice, warm Engineer as he could. The man's build and paunch reminded him a little of a much smaller version of Heavy.

"I'm jest fine." he wrapped his big arms around Medic and nestled in to sleep.





Sunday, October 30, 2011

Tam's First Surgery

"Tam? Can you hear me?" Brock's face swam into view, his constantly concerned eyes even more worried looking.

Still drowsy from the anesthesia, Tam blinks a few times, visibly trying to focus on his lover's face. "Brock? Where am I?"

"In the hospital." he leaned down and kissed his forehead, stroking his hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmm...oh yeah..." Tam grins blearily, nuzzling into Brock's hand. "Is it over?"

"Yeah, everything's done. The doctor said it went really well."

Tam abruptly sits up, almost knocking Brock out of the way as he flings the blanket covering him aside, staring wide-eyed at the bandage on his thigh.

Brock took his boyfriend's hand, kissing it. "You okay?"

With a happy yell, Tam starts furiously masturbating, his neck fully extended as he rolls his hand over his swollen cock.

Brock's jaw drops.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Tam gasps, grabbing Brock's hand and trying to pull it into his lap.

"Y-you... what are you doing?" Brock stuttered.

"Uhhh...yeah...I think that would be...obvious! Hurry up or I'll be done!"

Brock stood, putting his amputated wrist into his pocket and taking a step back.

Tam raises an eyebrow, but shrugs and quickly finishes himself. Settling back on the bed and tucking himself back in with a contented sigh, Tam turns his attention back to Brock.

"You're messed up."

"I...what?" Tam stares at his lover, genuinely hurt (and completely confused).

"I can't do that. I appreciate everything you've done for me. And I love you. But I can't see it as sexual. It will never be sexy to me."

Tam launches himself out of the bed and into Brock's arms, his eyes filling with tears. "Don't go!" he cries, in an unusual display of emotion.

"I'm not going anywhere." he groans, wrapping his arms around Tam's shoulders. "Get back in bed, you'll hurt yourself." he pushes the boy back into his hospital bed.

"...ow..."

"Sorry." Brock tucks him in and kisses his forehead.

"It's not your fault." Tam clings tightly to his Brock. "...you won't go? Even though I'm stupid and silly and no good for you?"

"You are good for me. Everyone else takes the surgeries so seriously that I just couldn't deal with them. But you can laugh about them. You help me laugh about them and you let me enjoy life. But it's still not sexy." he wrapped his arm around Tam tightly. "I won't go."

Eyes wide and lips slightly pouted, Tam stares up at Brock, looking very vulnerable (and not having heard anything but the last three words). He nods. "...will I have a scar?"

He punched him gently in the stomach. "Yes."

"What was that for? Why would you punch a wounded person?"

"For being a brat."

"...you're weird. But I love you."

"Same to you."

"Aw. That's good, I guess." Tam sneaks over to make room for Brock on the narrow hospital bed.

Brock slides down next to him and nuzzles his boyfriend.

"Mmmm...they should make these beds wider."

"They're not meant for snuggling." Brock chuckled.

"They should be. When do you need snuggles more than in hospitals?"

"You should complain."

"Maybe I will." Tam grins. "Do I get extra-special treatment now?"

"For awhile." he smiled.

"...will you stay home from work and take care of me?"

"Yes." he snuggled against Tam's shoulder. "I already booked two weeks off."

"Hurrah!" Tam rolls onto his side and curls against Brock, laying his head on the larger man's shoulder.

"You sleep now." Brock kissed him.

"I've just been sleeping!" Tam says, yawning.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"...can we go home?"

"Not yet."

"What do you usually do?"

"After surgery?" Brock said more seriously.

"Yes, silly."

"I eat, I read, sometimes watch tv or talk with counselors. Mostly I sleep though."

Tam makes a face. "That sounds terribly boring. My way is much more interesting."

"But kinda weird." Brock stuck out his tongue.

Tam obligingly nibbles his tongue, ending in a kiss.

Brock laughed, biting Tam's lip and running his fingers over Tam's bandage.

Tam moans as he feels Brock's big hand caress the soft cloth covering his recent incision. "Mmm..." he purrs against his lover's mouth. "You don't seem to mind a little weird..."

Brock rolled his eyes a little, pinching his boyfriend's scar.

Fortunately missing Brock's eye roll, Tam happily bucks and writhes, offering his leg as best he can. He's hard again.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Oysters

Jess, after having spent a lazy morning with Roast on their day off, has a merciless craving for oysters. It's been raining out all day and the Master's off the island, so there's absolutely nothing to take his mind off his belly's desires. Roast wasn't willing to give up his yet.... but he didn't feel permission was necessary from certain other boys. "Steak, would you come in here?"

Steak is always happy to have a summons to Jess' room, and heads in without hesitation when he hears the chef calling for him. He's a little surprised to see that Roast is also waiting.

"Strip. Get on the bed, on your back."

Very pleased by his good fortune, Steak does as he's told with a happy little smirk.

Jess gets out his ball of kitchen twine, quickly separating Steak's balls from his body, tying them off tightly and squeezing them happily.

Roast can hardly keep himself from snickering; Jess had told him that he was planning on giving Steak a good scare and cutting off his balls. He assumes Jess is joking.

Steak is a little nervous, but he definitely enjoys the sensation. Soon, his neck is arched with pleasure, and he glances down from time to time to watch his balls change colour.

To both the other boys' surprise, Jess takes out a small butchering knife and slices Steak's ball sac, popping them out after making a few more quick incisions.

There is a heavy thud as Roast hits the floor in a dead faint.

Steak, who had been in his neck-arched phase, doesn't realize what's happened at first. He looks down when he hears the body hit the floor, and sees what's happened between his legs. He shrieks.

Jess looks down at Roast innocently. He grabs the spray bottle he keeps in his room to cool himself and his boys off, spraying Roast to wake him. He plops the little oysters into a bowl of delicious red sauce he'd prepared earlier. So far, he was ignoring Steak.

Roast sits up, blinking, when he feels the mist hitting his face. "Mmm? Jess? Why am I on the floor? I feel...funny..."

Steak lays back on the bed, breathing heavily and on the edge of hyperventilating.

"You fainted!" Jess laughed. "I didn't realize you were so squeamish. You've helped me butcher boys before." he stroked Roast's forehead, soothingly. "You're fine." he murmured.

"Oooh..." Roast groans, leaning into Jess' cool hand. "...thank you. I don't know what came over me. I guess...I didn't think you were actually going to, I just thought you were going to scare him!"

"You cut off my fucking balls!" Steak screams.

Jess grabbed Steak by the neck. "And if you had been better behaved, I would have asked your permission first." he stroked Roast's forehead gently. "I surprised you, did I?"

Roast nods, sitting up under his own power a little more.

"Wha--why--agh!" Steak sputters, struggling in Jess' powerful grip.

"Sit down and be quiet or I'll cut off your fingers and keep you in a cage until you're ready to eat." Jess growled at him.

Whimpering, Steak sits still.

"Good boy." Jess smiles, leaving them for a moment and popping his knife blade into the oven.

Roast, always soft-hearted, gently gathers Steak into his arms, soothing him. "It's alright, Steak. You're fine."

Steak shivers, clinging to Roast and fighting back tears with noisy sniffles.

Jess came back whistling, spreading Steak's thighs and pressing the hot knife to the wound inside Steak's empty sac where he cut out the balls, cauterizing it neatly. He then took some sutures and stitched the empty sac shut fluidly.

Seeing what's coming, Roast quickly grabs Steak's arms firmly, covers the boy's eyes with his other hand, and plants a soft kiss on Steak's forehead.

"Roast, what--" Because his balls are tied off, Steak doesn't feel the full pain, but he's still aware that something is going on and starts thrashing.

Jess lets Steak keep his balls tied of for a little while longer, then removes it, once the struggling has stopped. He smiles at his big strong Roast, glad he has someone to help hold Steak down.

Roast smiles back, still looking a little pale and shaky. He continues holding and gentling Steak.

Steak is trembling, mostly with fury, glaring at Jess. If rather feebly.

Now that Steak's oysters have been sitting in the sauce for some time, Jess takes one of them and swallows it whole, smiling happily as it slides into his stomach.

Roast laughs despite himself. Jess is just so...unique.

Seeing his testicle eaten by Jess pushes Steak over the edge, and he faints in Roast's arms.

Jess laughs, offering Roast the other oyster.

The sous chef takes it after a moment's hesitation, following Jess' example. "Mmm...very tender. And a delicious sauce." He glances down at Steak, kissing the unconscious boy's hair. "...probably for the best. Mind if I lay him on your bed for a while?"

"That's fine." he nods. "I'll go see Sydney, get the boy some pain killer. The Master won't be home tonight if it keeps storming anyway, so I doubt tomorrow will be very busy for us." Jess kissed Roast's shoulder on a nice red bite-mark before heading up to see his doctor friend.

Roast lays Steak on the bed, gently tucking him in and putting him in a comfortable position. "I'll stay with him, if you don't mind, in case he wakes up." He trails off into a gasp as his tender bite is kissed, waving vaguely after Jess.

Jess wanders upstairs, taking his time, enjoying being upstairs instead in the wide hallways and on the plush carpet, rather than the busy, loud and sterile-tiled kitchen. Though it is his element and he loves it... a change is nice.

He wanders up to Sydney's room, knocking on the door softly.

Sydney is reading a romance novel, of all things. "Come in," he says, softly, when he hears the knock. It can only be Jess.

Jess raised his eyebrow at Sydney's reading material. "I would have expected a thriller." he smiled.

Showing just a hint of a blush, Sydney carefully sets his book aside. "Is there something you needed to talk to me about? ...besides my choice of reading materials," the doctor says, wryly.

"Actually, I was hoping you would be able to offer me a painkiller for Steak." Jess chuckled, patting Sydney's arm amiably.

Habit makes Sydney withdraw from the touch, before he takes a deep breath and relaxes, smiling at Jess. "Oh? What happened to your pet troublemaker this time?"

"I castrated him." Jess said matter-of-factly, picking up the romance novel and skimming the back. "Actually, this doesn't sound so bad."

Sydney smirks. "You see? ...wait, you what?"

"I castrated him. I had a craving for oysters." he smiled. "He's unconscious for now. I've cauterized the wound and stitched him up, but he'll be in some pain when he wakes up." he put down the book.

"...what do oysters have to do with anything?" Sydney asks, rummaging in his doctor's bag for an analgesic. "Well, it sounds like he'll be fine, painkillers should be enough...let me know if he needs more."

"Human oysters." Jess took the offered bottle of pills. "Testicles. Delicious, you should try them with me sometime." he smiled.

Sydney raises an eyebrow, looking somewhat appalled. "I don't even like real oysters, but...thank you."

Jess shrugs. Fine dining was somewhat lost on Sydney, in his opinion, but he did still enjoy the man's company enough not to comment.

Never one for, in his opinion pointless, social niceties, Sydney glances pointedly at his book. "Well. Let me know if he needs more, or bring him up if you want me to have a look. You could, ah, come by tonight. If you wanted." Sydney assumes, barring some emergency, that he'll be done his book by then and his schedule will be more open.

"Alright, I'll get out of your hair." Jess kissed the doctor's cheek. "Enjoy your book." The chef took off.

"I will," Sydney says absently, already immersed in his book.

Jess headed back downstairs, forced a pill down Steak's throat and went to spend the rest of the afternoon in the garden.

Roast, having finished his work, ascertains where Jess is and ambles outside after him. "...mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." Jess murmured, happy and warm in the sun. "How are the boys?"

"Good. We've made food for ourselves and everyone who's in the house, and they're starting to wander off for their evening free time." Roast gazes happily at the warm, soft chef. He loves it when Jess is relaxed like this. Roast stretches full-length in the grass with a little happy groan.

Jess nods, eyes still closed. "And how is my Roast?" he wiggles his bare toes across the grass into Roast's lap, tickling the giant man.

Roast giggles and squirms, playfully capturing Jess' foot in one hand and giving him a lazy foot massage. "Mmm. It's nice to be outside. From time to time."

"It is, isn't it." Jess groaned happily, giving Roast both of his feet to massage and rub.

"I wish I had something to rub them with...if only I'd known," Roast says, running his thumbs over Jess' feet.

"Mmmm... that's nice though." Jess sighed. "Steak hasn't woken up, has he?"

"No, not yet. Stock's watching him." Roast laughs softly to himself, imagining Jess laying on the ground naked, looking like a heap of early snow.

"Is that funny?" Jess murmured.

"Um...yeah, a little..." Roast says quickly. "He was nervous about watching him in case something happened, but I told him to go and get Sydney." He rubs Jess' feet more vigorously.

"That's not very funny." Jess said sensibly, groaning.

"...you didn't see his face when I asked him. Or when I told him what had happened to Steak."

Jess chuckled. "True."

Roast sighs in relief and carefully works his kneading hands up Jess' calves.

The round, pale man makes little happy groaning sounds, starting to drift off in the grass, warmed by the sun.

Sighing with contentment, Roast continues his impromptu massage, quietly shooing away any insects who come to investigate Jess. "I know he smells like sugar," the sous chef quietly tells a bee, "but he always does. Look, there are some nice flowers over there."

Jess snickers.

Blushing, Roast assaults a large knot on Jess' thigh.

The chef continues to grin, but still groans under Roast's big hands. "Mmm, good boy."

Roast 'hmphs' quietly, but grins as well and continues his way up Jess' legs. "Do you want to roll over so I can do your back?"

Jess flails a little, managing to roll onto his front. His muscles are feeling all melty and wonderful. The Roast hands and the sun are turning him into a puddle.

Laughing gently, Roast helps his chef to roll and begins kneading Jess' back. "Mmm, you're nice and warm."

Jess practically purrs. "Ohhhh... yes, right there."

Roast obligingly concentrates on the desired spot, beginning to yawn a little himself as the warmth and the breeze affect him.

Jess was quiet for a few minutes, then Roast realized he was snoring quietly.

Smiling, the sous chef goes to a small storage shed in the little garden and finds a blanket to cover Jess with. He then settles nearby to make sure the chef isn't disturbed. It isn't long before he, too, is asleep.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Toy Apprentice

"Boy!" the sorcerer yelled, grabbing his apprentice by the collar. "What did I tell you about reading these books while I was gone?"

"T-to never, ever, Master...?"

"Right! So why, tell me, does my castle smell of brimstone? And what is this?" He lifts the boy's tunic, revealing the golden scar the bite left.

"I...ah..." Alban has no good answer, and he knows it. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll never do it again. I'll take any punishment you give me," the apprentice says.

The sorcerer smiles into the sleeve of his robe. He has a similar scar, from a similar exploration while an apprentice. He's sure Alban has already been...punished...and that his apprentice is now of a certain age. A fairly young master, the sorcerer smiles again, feeling his cock harden thinking of his apprentice being pounded by a demon...of doing some pounding of his own. He thinks of a punishment. "Go to your room. We'll speak of this in the morning."

Alban is clearly relieved, hardly stopping to say, "Thank you, Master!" before hurrying away.

When he's sure the boy is asleep, he prepares the spell.
***
The next morning, Alban is shocked to wake up with the sorcerer in bed beside him, wearing a rather lustful smile.

"Good morning, apprentice. Go make me breakfast."

"'morning, Master" Alban says sleepily. "Don't you mean make us breakfast?"

"Oh, you won't be eating for a while...stand up."

Alban stands and fights back a scream. "What am I? What happened?!"

The sorcerer smiles. "You are a doll. A toy. My toy. If your sexual cravings have become so unfulfilled that you are turning to demons...well...you should have told me."

It is true, the boy sees as he stumbles to a mirror. He is made of cloth and stuffing. He doesn't need to breathe. He feels no hunger or thirst. He realizes that he's naked, and that, unlike most dolls, he is not simply smooth in front. Or back. He blushes. "I didn't...it wasn't...how am I walking? I don't have bones! I'm fluff!" He doesn't dare question the sorcerer's punishment.

"Be that as it may," his Master smiles, "you still had sex with a demon. And you still enjoyed it."

Alban blushes and doesn't protest.

"As for walking...you move because I want you to move. So that you can still do chores. Like getting food," he reminds the apprentice. "You will be unable to perform magic while in this condition, but aside from that, your life should really be much more simple."

The boy goes to do as he's told, a little unsteady on his new legs. While he waits for the food to be ready, he's suddenly very curious. Grabbing some oil, he puts some on his finger and presses it to his anus. It is warm and feels like silk--the rest of him feels rougher, like cotton. It is tight and still deliciously sensitive. Washing his finger, he experimentally tries the front. His cock, also feeling like silk, can get hard.

Hearing the kettle whistle for tea, the apprentice stops with a blush before he goes all the way. He seems to be fully functional.

He gathers the breakfast things, almost looking forward to these new lessons.

Bocca Chiusa

Antonin, sprawled naked in bed with Elijah curled against his chest, turns to his lover and casually asks, “Do you trust me?”

Trying very hard not to think of Aladdin, Elijah gives the cellist a brief puzzled look, then nods.

Antonin smiles; he hadn’t expected a different answer, but one has to ask. “Good. Meet me at this address tomorrow at five. PM,” and hands the boy a piece of paper. With that, he rolls out of bed and begins dressing.

Not really expecting an answer, Elijah murmurs, “…what’s this for?”

Shrugging, Antonin pulls on his jacket and, blowing Elijah a kiss, leaves his boy’s bedroom. He has a key by this point, and Elijah can hear his door being locked.

Elijah shakes his head, bewildered, but…he’s also a little excited. Maybe more than a little. Maybe to the point that he’d like to touch himself, except that a) he just had sex, and b) he’s not allowed to. Instead, he burrows under the blankets and curls up to sleep.

The next day, Elijah arrives at the address at about 5:03. He’s surprised to see that he’s been sent to a private home, if a large, luxurious private home. He knocks tentatively, and is relatively unsurprised when Antonin answers, even though he knows Antonin and Davide share an apartment.

Antonin angles his head to indicate Elijah should come inside, and has turned and walked away without making sure his boy is following.

Looking around just a little apprehensively--what if this is some sort of cult? What would Mike say if he knew about this?--Elijah inevitably follows. He’s quite impressed, if a little awed, by the art, furniture and obvious expense of the house, and he hurries after Antonin’s retreating back; a view he very much approves of. “…Antonin? Whose house is this…?”

Antonin stops in a small guest bedroom. “Strip.”

Elijah sighs and begins undressing. “Ok, but…”

The cellist smiles his predatory smile and points to some rope and two large, metal angles, connected by a fancy metal fan-shape, laying on the bed. “Do you understand yet?”

Elijah shakes his head, giving Antonin an almost pleading look of confusion.

Antonin smiles knowingly. “Kneel.” Without waiting, expecting that his command will be obeyed, Antonin takes a length of the white and gold rope from the bed and ties Elijah’s calves and thighs together so that he will have to remain kneeling and won’t be able to stand. The knots are both functional and decorative, and Antonin admires his work. “There. Now put your arms in the music stand position.”

Elijah puts himself in the desired position, his eyes growing wide with nervous certainty.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? A very dear friend of mine is having a dinner party, and I am playing a few pieces as part of the entertainment. You will be my music stand.” ‘As part of the entertainment’ goes unsaid. Antonin lifts the beautiful music rest, also white and gold, and straps it to Elijah’s forearms with soft leather buckles. He nods his approval.

Trying not to squeak with terror--he’ll be in public like this…naked…! Being Antonin’s music stand at home is one thing, but…

Antonin glances at his stand. “Something you’d like to say? A colour, perhaps?”

Elijah considers it for a moment, then shakes his head.

“Good.” He’s rewarded by a kiss on the forehead, before Antonin reveals his last surprise. “You’re being quite good and quiet, but just in case you forget,” he fastens a leather band that matches the rope and stand around Elijah’s mouth, “music stands don’t talk. Even when they’re embarrassed.” He smirks at his boy’s red cheeks and red cock. “There, now. They’re waiting for us.” With that, he gathers Elijah into his arms and carries him to the patio.

Elijah is astounded when they step outside--the patio and yard are quite full, but there are no women in sight. There are couples and groups of men in handsome clothes, talking, sipping drinks, and eating hors d’oeuvres, but what catches his attention far more are the naked or mostly naked men. Some of them are servers, with trays of food and drink. Some of them are kneeling or sitting by another man’s side; some of these are wearing collars. A few are delicately posed throughout the garden, painted to look like marble statues. Elijah is delighted, and suddenly feels much less uncomfortable.

Antonin places his stand in an area that has been kept clear for him, where his cello already is. He places some (rather unnecessary) music on the stand and positions himself on a chair--he had been offered a boy to sit on, but had declined, not knowing how Elijah would react. He quickly tunes the cello, settles the instrument between his legs, takes up his bow, and begins to play.

Elijah is much more able to focus on the music than the first time he had been a stand, even in this strange place. For one thing, the sheet music is quite large and covers his eyes; he has to be careful to breathe softly so he doesn’t blow it away. He hasn’t felt quite this awestruck by Antonin’s playing since that first benefit concert, so he allows himself to relax and not worry about the eyes watching him, but to just listen to the music and play his small role in it.

Gregor's Brand

Bound, gagged and blindfolded, Gregor is led into an unknown building...seeing as he's stepped out of a horse-drawn carriage, having travelled by boat, he's not -that- unclear about where he is, but he's not sure why he's so restrained. He follows the gentle tugging of his master meekly.

"Good boy." Ivar murmured, drawing him along to a room warm from a crackling fireplace. He was made to sit on the floor against a strange man. The stranger held him around the chest, with one hand on his jaw to keep his head still.

Gregor nestles happily against the unknown, large chest. He's a little nervous, but his cock is at at least half-mast, and he trusts his master with his life.

He hears a metallic clang as Ivar draws a brand from the fire, and feels the heat moving as Ivar kneels between his legs, holding his face firmly. "Be still."

Gregor's eyes widen behind the blindfold, and he's drawing shallow, quick breaths through the gag, but he nods, pressing himself into the restraining hands as hard as he can.

"Good boy." Ivar pressed the brand to his cheek for less than ten seconds before pulling it away. He put the brand back in the fire and gathered his cold compress.

Gregor's muscles are tense the whole time, but he goes completely limp when it's withdrawn--he would fall if he weren't supported. His breathing slows again, and his eyes are half closed. The pain hasn't really hit him yet.

Ivar presses the cold to Gregor's face, kissing his boy's forehead. "Ya tebya lyublyu, malchick"

"Ya tebya lyublyu, master..." he murmurs, leaning into the coolness.

"Thank you, Christian, you may leave." Ivan addressed the man holding Gregor. The man left, silently. "My Gregor." Ivar chuckled. "What a strong boy you are."

Gregor nods, a little shakily. "Sp-spasibo, sir..."

After the burn had cooled, Ivar applied a salve to the burn, collecting Gregor in his arms and carrying him to a bed. He removed Gregor's blindfold and cuffs, laying with him in the bed.

Gregor lays on the bed, smiling at his master a little distantly; he's clearly not all there. "Kak eto vyglyadit, sir?"

"Eto krasivyĭ, malchick." he kissed the opposite cheek.

"Spasibo, sir." He glances up at his master, asking permission with his eyes to snuggle closer.

Ivar opened his arms for Gregor, nestling the smaller man against his chest.

Gregor cuddles as close to his master as he can, working his way into his favorite 'parcel' position.

Ivar chuckles, holding Gregor around the neck and cupping his balls. "You'll never escape me now, malchick."

Gregor groans happily, struggling just a little to enjoy the sensation. "Why would I want to, sir?"

"Just giving you fair warning." Ivar tightened his arm around Gregor slightly. "You rest now. You're relieved of your duties until your brand has healed."

"Spasibo, sir," he murmurs, sounding rather sleepy. He presses himself against Ivar as hard as he can, as if to meld them together, eyes drifting shut.