Toys

The sun was even hotter inside and Remy sweated and
cursed as he fitted a new glass pane in Ororo's green
house.  He loved the heat, yes but not when he had to
work in it.  Even in shorts and a ripped old T-shirt
he could feel sweat streaking down his side.

"Merde!  Remy used to taking de glass out, not putting
it back in!"  Remy snarled, clutching the glass in his
padded gloves at it tried to slide out of the groove
on the greenhouse frame.  "You sure dis t'ing de right
size?"

"I'm sure, brother."  Ororo's voice was rather cooler
than he expected.  Uneasy, Remy slotted the glass in,
quickly fastened it down and glanced down to see his
foster sister staring hard up at him.

"Quoi?"  Remy ran a hand through his hair and hopped
off the ladder.  "Remy got a bug in his hair?  W'at is
it Stormy?"

Ororo reached out and lifted the dangling edge of
shirt, Remy glanced down to see a stark mark on his
skin - teethmarks surrounded by a fading greenish
bruise.  In the sunlight it looked cruel and
frightening. He flushed and jerked back, smoothing his
shirt down with nervous hands.  The bell on his wrist
jingled and he winced, eyes darting around the
greenhouse in a desperate search for distractions.

"No.  Remy - look at me."  Ororo demanded, in the soft
voice that no one disobeyed.

Remy unwillingly met her eyes.  "Stormy -"

"I know Logan is dangerous -"  She said softly and
vehemently.  "But - goddess - I never thought he was
hurting you."

"Non!"  Remy said sharply.  "Non, s'v plait, Stormy.
Logan - he not hurting me!"

"No? What is that then?  Or the other marks I've seen.
 Bruises.  Bites.  Does he hit  you?"

Remy flushed, agonized.  He could sense Ororo's fierce
anger and protectiveness.  He didn't' want to lie but
she didn't understand.  "N-non.  Please, please - s'v
plait.  Not'ing. It's not'ing.  Logan - he c- care for
Remy.  So bon wid him, please Stormy - don say
anything!"

She took his hands and squeezed gently.  "Remy - my
brother, please.  You know I can't just stand aside
and let someone - anyone - abuse you.  I knew Logan
was hiding something from me.  And you - Remy - you've
been sneaking around as if you were ashamed."

Remy wound his fingers in hers, holding on when she
would have pulled away.  He wished desperately that
Logan was here.  He knew what to say.  He'd know how
to make her understand.  Remy swallowed hard.

"Please - listen to Remy, s'v plait."  He begged and
tugged her towards a work bench.  With a frown, Ororo
took a seat beside him.  "Dis hard - hard to explain,
be patient wid Remy, mais -"

"I know - I understand."  Ororo said gently.  "Nothing
you tell me will make me love you less.  You are my
brother and I understand - relationships can be
confusing, brother and sometimes, sometimes it's easy
to believe that abuse is love."

"N-not abuse."  Remy managed, throat tight.  If she
didn't believe him - if he couldn't convince her.  She
and Logan were old friends.  It'd be his fault if she
started to hate Logan.  "Not - w'at it looks like.
Remy  - Remy - want it."

"Remy -"

"Mais!  Let Remy finish!"  He yelped, gulping for air
and plowing desperately on.  "You know - games, sex
games oui?  Tying each other up? Some folks dey dress
up in uniform or costumes - some people - some like
othr t'ings.  Differnt kinds of touch - t'ings dat
don't always look okay from de outside but dey - dey
good.  S'v plait - Logan, he not doing anyt'ing Remy
don want."

Ororo looked dismayed.  "You?"

Remy he was flushed so dark he felt burned.  "Oui.
Logan - he treat me de way I need - really need,
Stormy.  Remy - he - he tried to go wi'tout it and -
t'ings not go so good."

"Marie."  Ororo said.  "Brother - Logan is clearly
*hurting* you.  Is that - that what you need?"

Remy swallowed but managed to nod.  "O-oui.  Remy need
to belong to someone.  Logan - he take care of me.  He
gives Remy w'at I need.  He hold me - hard.  Hard
enough dat Remy feel like he's s-safe.  He give me
limits and he makes me - me let go, takes care of
Remy."

Ororo looked down at their joined hands and squeezed
his fingers gently.  "I - I'm not sure what I think,
Remy.  It's not - not something I feel comfortable
letting happen.  You're my brother - I don't want you
to be hurt."

Remy shut his eyes.  "S'v pliat.  It's a good t'ing.
Good hurting.  Not bad.  Logan he don abuse me, he
hurt me, oui but he don do me *harm*.  Dieu - he makes
Remy fly.  He so good to me, I swear it, 'Ro.  Please,
please believe me."

"I - believe what you're saying, Remy but I have to
think."  Ororo said softly but firmly.

Remy blinked at her stricken. She managed a small
smile for him and brushed a kiss on his cheek.  "Don't
worry, brother I'm not going to hit him with a bolt of
lighting.  Not until after I talk to him, at least."

Remy blinked, tears slipping from his eyes.  "Remy -
love dat man, cherie.  Please - don hurt him."

Ororo wrapped her arms around him and pulled him
close.  "Remy - brother - "

Remy swallowed hard, heart hammering in fear.  He
could feel how worried she was, and angry and
confused.  She didn't understand.  She'd hate Logan -
and Remy's stomach began to ache like it hadn't for
months - or she'd be disgusted by him.  He couldn't
bear the thought of being the one to ruin Logan's
life, he couldn't bear the thought of him hurting
because of him.  "S'v plait - s'v plait."

"Remy - come get the phone."  Scott yelled impatiently
from downstairs.

The thief crawled out Logan's bed, where he'd been
hiding since his conversation with Ororo earlier in
the day and hurried down to grab the phone out of
Scott's hand.

"It's Logan."

"T'anks Fearless."  Remy managed.

Scott frowned at him.  "Come to dinner when you're
done.  Logan will have my hide if you're sick when he
gets back."

Remy put the phone to his ear and turned away, using
that as an excuse to avoid answering him. He couldn't
even think about eating.  "Allo?"

"Hey, brat."  Logan's gravelly voice was tired but he
sounded in a good mood.  Remy twisted the cord of the
phone in his fingers, wishing desperately that his
boss was here, where he could *feel* him.  "Hows it
hanging?"

"Not hanging, cher."  Remy managed to respond, trying
to sound relaxed.  "You know dat - ."

There was no one in the hall to hear and he'd go down
to security to erase the tapes himself.  There was a
pause on the end of the line.

"What's wrong, Remy?"

"No'ting wrong, cher."  Remy said smoothly.  "Miss
you, me. 'Ow'd de mission go?"

Another pause.

"No'ting wrong!.  W'en you be back?"

"Yer lyin' t'me."  Logan finally said.  "Y'know that
ain't okay."

Remy closed his eyes.  Swallowed.  "W'en you be back?"

"Soon."  Logan said abruptly.  "I'll be back in a
couple of hours.  Be waiting for me."

Remy shivered, flushing and his cock jerked in it's
harness.  "Oui."

Logan hung up.

Scott was leaning in the door of the dining room where
the clatter of silverware and dinner conversation
could be heard.  "Come on, Remy.  Dinner time."

He frowned at the other man but there was no change in
the model pretty face.  "Remy not hungry, Scott.  He
be fine."

"You've been practically hiding under Logan's bed all
afternoon."  Scott tipped his head curiously to one
side when Remy shifted uneasily.  "Think I didn't
notice?  Or that I didn't care?"

Remy glanced aside.  "Remy okay.  Don be no mother
hen."

Scott's mouth twisted ironically and a little sadly.
"You thought I was joking when I said Logan would have
my hide.  Come and have some soup at least.  And drink
some water."

The thief found himself chivied into dinner but at
least there were enough people at the table tonight
that he could blend into the background. He ate a half
bowl of soup under Scott's watchful red gaze and drank
some water.  It didn't sit well and all he wanted was
to be upstairs where it was safe.

"What did Logan say?"  Charles asked kindly.
"Anything about the mission?"

"Non."  Remy murmured into the temporary pause in less
serious conversation.  "Jus - he be back late tonight
or early tomorrow.  Guess it go okay."

"Well - CNN hasn't said anything."  Jean said lightly.
 "It couldn't have gone to badly."

Remy nodded silently.  Everyone went back to the their
conversations, thankfully ignoring him again.  He
pulled apart some bread and scattered it artfully
around his plate, feeling like a kid again, tricking
Tante into letting him go from the table.  As soon as
possible he slid away, purposefully missing Ororo's
attempt to catch his eye.

Upstairs, he shut Logan's door and leaned on it.  His
stomach turned and for a moment he thought he was
going to be sick.  After a moment, Remy managed to
strip down the his ball harness and put his clothes in
his drawer.  Naked, he remade the bed he'd mussed this
afternoon and wished he had time to change the sheets.
 Logan would smell him on them and he hadn't
permission to sleep in the man's bed when he wasn't
here.  It was just that Logan had been gone  and he'd
been so miserably lonely.  It scared Remy.  He'd never
believed himself to be so - needy.

When the room was neat and clean, the candles lit and
the lights out. Remy washed up and combed out his
hair.  He let it fall loose down his shoulders the way
Logan liked it.  He studied himself in the mirror,
frowning a little in displeasure.  The bruises on his
skin were mostly faded - nothing more than faint
yellow and green blotches.  In the soft flicker of
candlelight, they were nearly invisible.  That meant
Logan would want to mark him tonight.  Remy shivered
and reached down to touch his half-hard cock -
disobeying Logan's strict instructions.

Logan had been gone for two weeks, working as an
'unofficial consultant' with the FBI to help track
down a group of mutants who were attacking and
destroying small towns in Utah and Nevada.  Hunting
and rural tracking were Logan's kind of thing, not a
thief's, and there'd been no question of Remy going
along.  But, lying at the foot of Logan's bed the
night before he'd left, Remy had nearly broken down
and begged.  His boss had sensed his desperation and
used him hard in the early morning, murmuring that
he'd be back soon and - as he savaged Remy's body with
his teeth - that he'd leave something to remind Remy
to behave.  The Cajun, when he was done screaming his
pleasure and pain into the gag, practically wept with
gratitude.  And occasionally, late at night over the
last two weeks, he'd just wept.

On impulse, Remy opened the medicine cabinet and
pulled down the little bag that held his things.
Toothpaste and conditioner, condoms (which he didn't
use anymore) and a few other things.  He pulled out
the make-up.  He'd never used it before with his boss
and didn't' know if Logan would like it or not but the
Canadian had never punished him for trying to please.

He carefully brushed on the smoky gold eyeshadow and
long, narrow streaks of black eye-liner. He didn't use
the mascara - he hated the stuff and if Logan made him
cry it would run and look awful.  A light go with the
red - gold tinted blush, just a bare touch of it, and
the lipstick and he was done.  At the last minute,
Remy brushed some of the blush across his nipples,
darkening their color.  He scattered a bit of gold
glitter in his hair and over his skin then studied
himself again.  Wide bedroom eyes and a sulky, crimson
tinted mouth - he looked good.  The glint of gold on
his skin and in his hair made him look exotic, pretty
and fuckable.  Remy stroked a finger down his throat
thoughtfully.  He needed a collar to finish the look.

He managed to slink to his room and back to Logan's
without being seen.  Hurrying a little now because
Logan would be back soon, Remy wound the gold chains
he'd gotten from his room around his throat.  They
were women's necklaces, two different thickness of
chain, but wound close about his throat they had the
look of an expensive collar.  Remy bent over, bracing
himself with one hand on the sink.  The chains slid,
chilly and smooth, on his skin and his claiming
bracelet jingled soothingly.  He squeezed a blob of
lube onto his fingers and worked into his ass.  He
thrust a little hard, hissing in anticipation.  There,
he was ready.

Remy sank to his knees just inside Logan's door and
rested his hands on his knees.  His heart was pounding
in anticipation. He closed his eyes and listened for
his boss' footsteps.

******************

He got back a little later than expected and hurried
up the stairs.  Remy had sounded stressed on the phone
and he didn't want him to worry.  The mansion was
pretty quiet and when Logan headed upstairs, Scott
popped out of Charles' office, looking startled.

"Logan?"

"Yeah, what?"

Scott paused.  "Remy said you'd be back late.  Or
tomorrow."

"Huh."

"He lied to us?"

Logan stopped.  "Yeah."

"Did you tell him to?"

"Nope."  Logan leaned on the banister, looking down at
Scott.  "I'll handle it, Cyke."

"Please do."  Scott hesitated.  "He seems - upset.
Had been all day.  Hiding in your room and wouldn't
eat much."

Logan sighed and ran a hand through his hair.  "Kid's
high strung.  I'll take care of it."

"I think Ororo's worried as well."  Scott said as he
turned away.  "She and Jean and the girls are out
tonight.  I don't think she would have left if she'd
know you'd be home this early.  I'd like to talk to
you as well."

"Christ!"  Logan sighed explosively.  "Not tonight."

Scott smiled briefly over his shoulder.  "No.  Not
tonight.  Go on, I think he's waiting for you."

"He'd better be."  Logan muttered as he headed
upstairs.

He was.  Logan could smell the beeswax and smoke from
the candles from the hallway and he slowed down,
thinking hard. Boy was lying and hiding - and lying to
his boss which was *not* okay.  And now he wanted to
play.  Scared, Logan guessed.  Scared and looking for
reassurance.  And - Logan wasn't in any more mood for
fighting with his pet than Remy was.  Shit.

Remy was kneeling next to the door and god - he was
beautiful.  There were candles on the dresser and
windowsills.  The dim light flickered and swayed in
the draft from the door.  The bed was neatly made and
his room spotlessly clean.  Logan had no doubt that
his dresser and closet was full of clean clothes, that
the tub had been scrubbed and the floor recently
polished.  He'd left instructions before he'd went and
it looked like Remy had followed them.  So - it wasn't
disobedience that had upset his boy.  Logan stood over
his pet and just looked for a moment - eating him up
with his eyes.

Remy's hair spilled down over his shoulder and gleamed
in the soft light.  There were bright gold glints in
his hair and across his tawny skin, Logan smelled
makeup.  Not his favorite scent but it was light.  He
grinned.  The boy had gone all out to please him.

Logan tossed his bag besides the closet door.  "Come
here, boy."

Remy slunk across the floor on his hands and knees,
Logan watched the sway of his ass with narrowed eyes.
 

When Remy was at his feet, he sank down and kissed
Logan's boots.  He rested his cheek against the black
leather and Logan got a glimpse of the black lined
eyes and the deep crimson mouth. "Welcome home boss."

Logan, cock swelling rapidly, couldn't speak for a
moment.  "Strip me, pet.  I wanna wash up."

His boy stood, eyes lowered and began to unbutton
Logan's shirt.  He let the boy pull his shirt off and
drop it near the door.  Remy sank back to his knees as
he slid Logan's belt off.  He helped Logan with his
boots and pants.   When Logan was naked he stood over
the boy, scratching himself idly and smiling.  Remy's
head was dipped slightly and his cock at attention.
Logan slid a hand under the sharp chin to lift the
boy's face.

"Pretty little pet."  He murmured, running a light
thumb over the red mouth.  Golden brown eyeshadow and
the liner made his boy's eyes large and smoky.  The
gold glitter and golden chains - the blush and the
wide-eyed desire were enough to bring Logan's cock to
full attention.  Remy was a gorgeous creature -
especially on his knees. He pressed two fingers to the
boy's mouth and smiled as Remy obediently began to
suck.  Logan finger fucked his mouth for a moment or
two, watching those tinted lids flutter as Remy's
pretty mouth worked eagerly on him.  With a snort of
impatience, Logan pulled that mouth to his cock and
thrust in.

Still watching, Logan slowly rocked in and out.  The
pretty boy whimpered a little, mouth wide and wet
around his cock.

"Hungry for it ain't ya boy?"  Logan murmured, keeping
the pace slow.  He didn't want to come, just wanted to
enjoy himself for a while.  Remy's black eyes flashed
up to his and he managed a small nod, mouth still full
of Logan's cock.  God it was a sight and Logan's cock
jerked in that perfect mouth.  Logan slowly pushed all
the way in, until the boy's nose was pressed to his
belly and he could feel the flex of his throat as he
swallowed.  "God -"

Logan pulled out, his cock glistening.  "Come on,
pet."

Remy silently followed him into the bathroom.  Logan
saw with satisfaction that there was a basin and
sponge waiting.  He stepped into the tub and Remy,
eyes submissively lowered and the lipstick on his
mouth a little smudged, picked up the sponge and began
to wash him down.

By the time Remy was done sponging him down and
patting him dry, the boy was far into his submissive
mindset.  Logan could see it in the dilated eyes and
the stiff angle of his cock.  Getting treated as
Logan's boy slave - doing things like washing Logan's
hair - always did that for him.  Chores did too,
though he'd tried to hide that at first.

"That's my boy."  Logan praised him, saw the flush of
pleasure and smiled.  He wound a hand in the long
auburn hair and propelled the boy to the bed.  "Lie on
yer back. I got some toys fer us t'play with."

He heard Remy's breath catch as the boy scrambled on
the bed and lay back.  He came back with a bag and the
new cuffs - dropping the cuffs on the boy's chest so
he could look at them.

Remy, with a glance for permission, picked them up and
turned them over in his hands.  He tried the latch.
"Two hand snaps, boss?"

"Yeah."  Logan grinned as Remy shivered a little.  The
cuffs didn't really even have locks - just the button
catch that took two hands to open.  Once they were on
Remy's wrists, he wouldn't be able to get them off on
his own.  "Lie back."

Remy lay down, watching with wide eyes as Logan locked
the cuffs on and chained them to the headboard.  He
pulled them tight then went to work on the rest of the
boy.  Remy lay obediently still, only the increasing
rate of his breathing - and the occasional twitch of
his cock - betraying how he felt.

"Spread 'em boy."  Logan said then snapped black
leather cuffs on his ankles, clipping them to the
posts at the foot of his bed.  He buckled black straps
just above the boy's elbows, threaded rope through the
d-rings and pulled the boy's elbows to the bed.  Logan
checked the bonds, tightening them to make sure his
boy was immobilized and stood back to admire his pet
for a moment.  Remy stared up at him, helpless, legs
spread wide, arms bound to the bed and panted with
desire.  "That's my boy."

Remy shut his eyes for a moment  and swallowed hard.
Logan found the panel gag and pressed the tip of the
dildo to Remy's lips.  Remy stared pleading at him and
let him slip the rubber between his lips with a
whimper of misery.  Logan grinned as he buckled it
firmly.   His boy's nostrils flared wide above the
wide panel masking his mouth.  Logan rubbed a finger
over the leather and Remy writhed.  He hated - and,
Logan knew, loved - this gag.

"Suck it, boy."  Logan said.  The boy whimpered but
obeyed as Logan rested his hand on his throat.  "Good
boy."

Logan reached down and fastened a cock ring onto
Remy's stiff cock, smiling as the boy tried to wiggle
away.  He patted the flushed shaft then flicked the
tip with his finger.  Remy squealed and jumped.  Logan
laughed and did it again.

He dug out the nipple clamps and dangled them where
Remy could see them, watching as his eyes went wide
and he shook his head frantically.

"Shh - shh - I'm gonna do it and y'ain't gonna stop
me."  Logan kissed his boy's forehead and stroked his
soft hair until the worst of the struggling had
stopped.  He moved and kissed a nipple, tasting
makeup.  As he stroked his tongue idly over Remy's
skin, the nipple pebbled up rapidly.  The boy was
making helpless hitching motions with his hips, his
red cock bobbing on his belly.  Logan attached the
clamps, breath catching at the sound of Remy's muffled
shrieks.

"Okay - okay, pet."  Logan petted his face as Remy
whined, face scrunched up with discomfort.  "Suck -
suck on the dildo baby."

Remy groaned and obeyed, sucking hard and noisily.
Logan feathered his fingers down Remy's belly and
played with his balls, giving him some more
distraction.  He sat beside the boy and wrapped a hand
around his cock, giving him several hard strokes.
Soon enough, the boy was writhing in his bonds, the
clamps just another pleasurable torment.  Logan
smiled.

He showed the boy the vibrator he'd bought.  Chromed
plastic, it gleamed like metal in the dim light.
Neither long nor thick, it had shallow ribbing at the
tip and base.  Logan had got it to tease, not to
satisfy.  He turned it on and stroked Remy's lightly
sweating belly with it.  The boy moaned and watched
him with wide wary eyes.  Logan ran the buzzing shaft
along the boy's skin then eased it under the chain
dangling from the clamps.  Remy wailed and thrashed in
protest.  Logan ignored that and lifted the chain,
pulling it gently taunt and the vibrations were
transmitted to the red, clamped nipples while the boy
squealed and struggled.

Logan amused himself; teasing his pet's trapped
nipples with the vibrator, running it over his
harnessed balls - Remy groaned in frantic pleasure and
tried to push up into the sensation - teasing his
cock.

Logan began to pinch him as he played him, slapping
Remy's thighs, flicking the tip of his cock, tugging
on the clamps even as he pleasured him with the
vibrator.  The scent of the boy's lust was making
Logan dizzy.  He bent and sank his teeth into the lean
thigh, pressing the vibrator firmly to the base of
Remy's cock at the same time.  The taste of blood made
him growl loudly and the boy panted through his nose
and writhed under his mouth.

"Y'so sweet boy."  Logan gasped, resting his head on
the boy's leg.  He moved and licked his cock
thoroughly then, abruptly, slapped the shiny shaft.
Remy wailed and heaved.  Logan, grinning viciously,
did it again.  The sound of his hand was loud in the
dimly lit room and Logan - watching Remy' s face
carefully - began to alternate slaps with strokes on
the boy's cock.  The feel of his cock springing and
jerking under his hand deepened the ache in Logan's
balls.  He licked his lips and rubbed the silver tip
of the humming vibrator over the head of Remy's cock.
The silver shone and the boy's cock throbbed visibly.
Logan groaned under his breath, his own cock stiff and
red and leaking.  He punished that simmering shaft
some more.

The boy shrieked and thrashed uncontrollably, his cock
flushing darker and darker, bouncing under Logan's
blows.  Only when tears were streaking down Remy's
temples and he was thrusting up into the smacks, did
Logan stop.  Breathing hard, Logan bent and sucked on
his boy's clamped nipples, drawing a long muted wail
from him.

"Y'my toy ain't ya pet?"  Logan growled against the
hot skin of his neck.  Remy, whimpering, managed to
nod.  Logan bit him, dragging another cry and some
blood from him.  "Yeah - mine.  Y'mine and I'm gonna
play ya tonight."

The boy whined a long shudder going through him.
Logan found the lube and squeezed some in his hand.
He stroked the lube over Remy's burning cock and the
boy froze, eyes going wide with pleasure and agony.
Cock still bound by the ring, he couldn't come.  With
a grunt Logan moved to straddle the boy's waist.  Remy
stared up at him, eyes stunned over the gag.  Logan
grinned at him.

"Told ya, y'my toy."  Breathing hard, Logan positioned
himself over the boy's cock.  He felt the press of the
boy's tip against his asshole and with a sigh of
pleasure, Logan slowly sank down on his boy's
tormented shaft.  Remy groaned deeply, shuddering
hard.

"God, boy - y'got such a pretty cock."  Logan gasped,
head flung back, most of his weight braced on his
hands.  The boy's cock was red hot and twitching
inside him.  Logan groaned again and circled his hips,
feeling the hard shaft stir inside him.  The stretch
was good - a little burn to give him the edge he liked
- and the deep poke as he sat himself all the way down
on the boy's cock made him gasp. He ran a hand down
his own cock, pre-cum dripping onto Remy's heaving
belly.

Logan began to fuck himself on Remy's bound cock.  The
boy wailed and arched, thrusting mindlessly up into
him.

"Yeah - yeah - good boy - yeah -"  Logan panted,
enjoying the ride.  The burn deepened, intensified and
Logan rocked, shifting so that the pumping shaft in
his ass hit his prostate.  The crazy rush of it made
him cry out  - didn't care who the hell heard him.
The boy was perfect under him, flushed and frantic to
serve.  Black leather and silver chain gleamed in the
dim light and Remy's eyes were so dilated with lust
that the red was lost in darkness.  He was sucking
hard on the gag, eyes fixed on Logan's dripping cock,
moans muffled by heavy leather.

 Logan's hand began to move faster on his cock and he
rose and fell over the boy, breathing in sharp gasps.
The hot stroke inside felt so good - so damn good -
building tight and hot and urgent in him.  Logan
moaned, trembling as the pleasure rose in his spine,
building like  a pressure cooker.  Remy began to keen
- arching up.  The heat and hunger in the sound set
Logan off and he ground down hard on the boy's cock.

"God! Sh - hit!"  Logan shouted.  He reached clumsily
back and pressed the vibrator against Remy's balls.
The boy screamed and bucked, stabbing deep and that
sent Logan flying right over the edge.  "God!
Yeeaahh!"

Jerking his cock, Logan shot all over Remy's chest and
chin.  Sagging, he gave himself a last squeeze,
dribbling onto the boy's belly.  Remy was sobbing,
head thrashing from side to side.  Logan lifted off
the still hard cock and grabbed a handful of sweat
damp hair.  He grinned into his pet's tear filled
eyes.

"Don't ya worry, pretty pet.  I ain't done playing
yet."

TBC