Remy got back to senses late at night. The first thing
he felt was pain, all over him and inside him at once.
He groaned quietly squeezing his eyes, wanting to slid
back into unconsciousness, but not being able to.
Finally he gave up and turned his will from blacking
out to getting his bearings. His hands hurt – now he
knew it for sure. They were pulled back at some
sadistic angle, must have been fixed at the elbows –
at least that was how he felt it.
He felt burning on his scratched skin, and even more
pain in his stretched hole and battered innards. But
the worst one was in his mind. How did he let it all
happen? Why didn’t he listen? Why the hell did he play
with fire until it was too late?!
Now, that he realized just how wrong he was, there was
no turning back. He lost everything he had gained,
moreover, the hugie had just shown him as a ‘girl for
a fuck’. And it was what he was now – a girl for
fucking, nothing more. Nothing more than some fucking
used condom. He closed his eyes and took a deep
breath, wincing in pain. Must be some cracked rib.
This moment he felt someone’s hand on his forehead.
Jumping in his bonds, Cajun opened his eyes harshly to
see Andrew’s sitting form hovering above him.
“How’re ya, kid?” he whispered, and sympathy laced his
voice. Fucking killing sympathy.
“Fine, mon ami” Remy whispered back, and then frowned.
“Could you speak a bit louder? I can barely hear you.”
As an answer, the man pointed on the bank with his
chin. “He hears us talking – I follow your fate. Or
worse.”
It was clear, and Remy nodded, closing his eyes
breathily. Sure, there was no other way for it to be.
No one wanted to go against hugie for some Cajun swamp
rat. Clear. Simple. No comments. You wanted it – you
got it.
“You better move away before he got us together. One
rag-doll is more than enough.”
Andrew placed his hand on Remy’s shoulder. “I can’t
help you now, kid. But the very first chance I get – I
won’t miss it.” With that he retreated back to the far
bank.
###
He had overslept – he knew it as he had been woken up
by a jerk that put him immediately on his feet. He
winced at the roughness of the touch.
“Shut the fuck up, swamp rat.” Hugie growled, as he
pushed him out of the cell.
Cajun could feel his arms no more – they were tied too
tight for too long, and the circulation was cut off.
~Another bath time~ he shuddered at the thought. He
knew what will follow right now, and he was afraid it
could be much worth then what he thought it would be.
The hugie shoved him to the wall and with several
harsh moves untied the lace, freeing kid’s hands. Remy
hissed in pain and slid down the wall, his hands not
moving yet, just burning like hell as the blood
circulation renewed.

The kid was pathetic, all wincing and squirming
around. he crumpled on the damp floor, nursing his
fragile hands, while Creed undressed. When fully
naked, he shoved his clothes in kid’s hands. “Fold it”
he snapped.
Though kid hadn’t mastered his hands fully yet, still
he managed to fold Creed’s clothes good. He didn’t
resist or anything, just did what he was told to do.
~If I get no rebel of him, it might just get boring
pretty soon.~
With that Sabertooth stumbled to his loveliest cabin
and turned the shower on. he stood under the stream
for some time, then turned to the kid. “Go wash ya’r
blood off.”
Cajun didn’t even stir, still trying to master his own
hands. Even from several feet distance Creed could see
angry red lines around his wrists and elbows, almost
glowing on kid’s pale skin.
Getting from under the shower, Victor paced to his
pathetic toy. Picking him up by the neck, he kicked
him into the closest shower cabin and switched on the
water, while the kid was trying to stay upright, his
back against the wall.
“Get washed. I don’ wanna my fuck-toy to be bloody.”

The yellowish water ran off him, turning brown, then
crimson, as the outer layer of blood was off and the
fresh one began to flow down his fragile body. He was
just sitting under the stream, hoping it’ll wash off
his misery, but it wasn’t.
He felt even dirtier, feeling the other men, his
former teammates, watching him with disgust on their
faces. Disgust – and lust. He knew they’d have fucked
him already, if not for the hugie. Creed. That was how he
said he was called. Weird, what creed must he have to
be called that way? The kill creed? Or fuck creed? The
creed for victory – he was Victor Creed after all. Can
there be a victory creed? Victory Creed? If he had a
daughter, she could have been called this way. Vicky
Creed, maybe? His mind flew off, caught in the idle
‘creed’ question, until a slap had harshly returned
him to reality.
“Get up, filthy rat.” ~I can’t be filthy – I’d just
washed~ his mind spoke absently. He rose his eyes on
the muscled frame above him, and his lips stretched
into absent half-smile. ~You wanna me up –go and get
me up then.~ his fogged mind decided, and he gave his
tormentor a crazy wink.
A slap sent him into the boarder, which he broke down
with the force of the impact, and broke into another
shower cabin. The man who occupied it, jumped out with
breakneck speed. ~At least someone here has enough
brains to save his own life.~
He watched the blond monster getting closer, when his
survival instincts finally kicked in, and Remy made a
desperate try to get up. He managed to get on his
knees, then lost balance and fell back on the floor.
Supporting himself against the wall of the showers, he
finally managed to get up, his head lolling against
his chest and his knees shaking.

Creed would have tied the kid’s hands again, still he
knew if he’d do it, the kid would fall down every
several steps – and he wasn’t found of dragging him
all the way to the dinning room.
With a swift motion, that was almost unbelievable with
his wide fingers, he tied two laces together, tying
one of the ends to the collar around Cajun’s neck.
He pulled the lead, and the kid followed him,
stumbling but not falling. Creed was satisfied.
 

PART8
The lace chocked him as LeBeau stumbled along the
corridor. He tried to grasp the make-shift collar to
get it off his neck to breath, but soon realized he
couldn’t pull at the collar and keep balance at the
same time. So, he let the lace cut off his air and
stumbled after tall muscled form of his captor.
The blessed moment came, when the walk was over, and
he finally let his knees buckle, lowering on the floor
in a heap.

Creed stopped in the middle of the dinning room, at
the point that gave a good observation for the other
prisoners, and sat down on the bank. The kid got on
the floor immediately, and Sabertooth’s hand tightened
on the lead from the sight of the unwilling grace the
kid got down with. He crumpled as if boneless, getting
on his knees, then on his rear, his head down, eyelids
half-closed, silky auburn hair, still wet from the
shower, falling over his face. Fucking sexy-exhausted
look the kid had.
Victor toyed with the idea of yanking the kid closer
to him, then decided against it. In spite of his
killer nature, he appreciated the beauty of that pale
exhausted yet graceful and sexy body on the dirty
floor in front of him. Better was to leave the kid
like this.

Remy got no food that dinner, yet he wasn’t
disappointed with that – any food would probably make
him throw up. He just sat there while Creed finished
his meal, looking at the floor and trying to fix his
messed mind and make it think out any way of getting
out of what he had gotten into.
Damn, he was in no shape for a breakout, just a
boneless heap of broken, ripped, stretched flesh.
Useless whore. And yet, wasn’t he always a whore?
Didn’t he rely on his sweet face in most desperate
situations? Didn’t he charm his way into the Thief’s
Guild? Wasn’t he ready to sleep with anyone for
adequate price, was it getting out of the jail or
getting information?
He was a whore. That was why Creed got him, why he
possessed him and now treated him like a rag doll.
Wasn’t he the one? Didn’t he always let people use him
as a rag doll for a fuck? ~So what do you have now,
LeBeau? No difference, just your owner if a bit
rougher than your previous ones.~ he chuckled quietly
at the thought, a small coughing burst of bitter
laugh.
The same moment a clawed hand laid on his shoulder.
“Funny?” gruff voice asked, and Remy shook his head.
“No, sir”. “That’s it” the huge man straightened up
again and returned to his meal.
Cajun blinked rapidly, getting the headache off as
well as the urge to throw up from the mere sight of
the food around. he needed to be intact. He needed to
get outta here. No hope for his former team now – so
he had to do it alone. He could do it, why not? He
should to.
From under his hair he carefully observed the dinning
room. No, here there was nothing he could do. The
empty space was too large around, even if he managed
to yank the lead out of hugie’s hand it’d get him
nowhere. The door was too far away, there were
guardians nearby, and people were staring…
He swallowed. They were staring at him – now, as his
dizziness partially wore off, he couldn’t miss it. The
whole dinning room was staring at him from above their
plates, like he was an exotic dog his master took out
to show to his friends.
The stares were dirty, almost palpable. They traced
over him, like sticky hands, palming him, undressing
him, abusing him.
This moment the whole coldness and cruelty of the
action crashed on Cajun. Creed must have dragged him
into the middle of the fucking room on fucking purpose
– he was getting off at Remy’s misery.
Cajun threw a short glance on his captor. He was
finishing the meal already, and it was seemingly the
meal that got his all attention. ~No way I buy it~ he
thought and let his hand absently travel to the
collar.
He was just starting to look for the knot the rope
formed, when a clawed hand closed over his one, nearly
breaking the wrist. “Getting busy, kiddo?” Creed
growled, and Remy winced in pain. “Non, sir” he shook
his head rapidly.
The hand roughly let him go, leaving him crotched over
his hurt wrist, while Creed finally finished eating. A
jerk turned Cajun’s attention from his wrist to
walking, and he had to go fast to catch up with broad
pace of the blond man.
Getting outside was even worse. The stares became more
intense, so intense he wanted to hide from them, even
if it was Creed’s back he was using as a barrier. One
of the guardians pointed at him with his finger and
said something to his comrade. They both laughed.
Remy barely managed to stifle a sob. He never felt
that dirty, it was like he was pushed naked on the
crowded street, but here it was even worse.
Creed paced to the metal wall, warm from sunrays, and
sat beside it, his back leaning to warm metal surface.
A short yank brought Remy to Creed’s feet. Sabertooth
observed the kid for sometime before saying slowly.
“Do you know what were they talking about?”
Cajun blinked. he knew Creed meant the guards, still
he wanted least of all to know about the topic they
laughed at. No surprise Victor went on. “They said
you’re a nice bitch and maybe they’ll borrow you from
me for a while.”
A sudden rage exploded in Remy’s mind. He had nothing
to loose. Not even his life was worth it. “They played
with you too much and got tired of you, non?!” with
that he pounded his fist into blondie’s barrel chest…
with no effect.
He went on his futile attack, realizing there was
nothing he could do, and still not being able to stop,
having to let out the anger. Impulsively he grabbed a
handful of earth and threw it in Creed, charging it on
the way. At least he thought he did charge it, before
he saw it hitting hugie’s chest and dusting away.
He went on and on, not thinking, just letting all his
anger and disgust pour onto his motionless smirking
captor.

Creed let him mess around several seconds before
grabbing his both wrists and slapping him across the
face. (~Damn, I’m gonna regret if I spoil that pretty
face of his…~) Cajun’s head lolled to the side from
the hit, then he looked back at Creed, Waiting for
whatever was coming – and he knew hugie wasn’t gonna
let it be.
Sabertooth pulled LeBeau closer and traced his claw
over his cheekbone, as kid felt into motionlessness,
probably from fear of what consequences would his
outburst have. Well, he knew what to be afraid of.
Victor tittled his head to the side and yanked the kid
closer, so there were several inches between their
faces.
“I wouldn’t have done what you’ve just done, if I were
you” Creed muttered lazily. “Still, there’s no point
in saying it, as you’ve already done it.” He paused,
examining kid’s face.
Damn, but that blood running from his broken lip made
sharp contrast with that pale skin of his. It looked
bright and teasing, the mere sight of it was sweet,
and Creed bent down and licked it away, tasting fear
in flood and in the scent of the kid. Cajun didn’t
flinch, as Sabertooth ran his tongue over the corner
of kid’s lips.
Creed pulled away, his upper lip a bit crimson, and
spoke in a low voice. “As you did a really bad thing,
you’ll need to prove me you’ll never do this again.”
His voice was getting threatening, in spite of its
calmness.
“During those days I noticed you’ve got a sharp
well-practiced tongue - at least our small talks
proved it. I think talking isn’t what your tongue is
best in.” he leaned closer. “So I think you’ll unzip my pants
and give me a head, kid. Right here. Right now.” He
examined kid’s shocked face, and a grin slowly formed
on his own.

Remy caught his breath at that. He couldn’t… but did
he have a choice?… still if he did, he’d never… but if
he didn’t he sure as hell would never – he’ll be dead…
maybe better dead than this?…
His head snapped up. “Fuck off, connard. No way I take
ya’r stinking dick in my mouth, I ain’t ya’r putain!”
he hissed, almost intended on pushing the huge man off
balance.
The blond mutant only smiled ferally and coldly,
presenting one of those killer smiles his ‘preys’ saw.
“Good thing the braveness is. Not much of a help
though…” The next moment his clawed hand pressed to
kid’s flat stomach, fingers curling and digging into
the tender flesh, grasping it, so the kid couldn’t
back off without a good piece of him being torn off.
The claws tightened, and Remy groaned, twitching
slightly, his hands over Creed’s paw. Hr gritted his
teeth, but the pain was getting unbearable. ~Hold on,
kid… he’ll gut you, and it’ll be all over… hold on,
damn you…~
Still, he couldn’t. “Non, please, non…” he moaned
weakly, feeling the blood trickling down his belly, as
the pressure ever so slowly increased. Despite all his
tries, it came to the point he wished he had died
already, but he didn’t yet. He was far from it.
It was when his hand reached to Creed’s jeans in
desperate gesture. The pressure slowly died down, as
LeBeau was unzipping blond man’s pants and taking his
huge shaft out. He ran his hand over its surface, then
closed his eyes, as he lowered his head and licked it.
Then again and again, feeling it growing under the
caress he was forced to give.

Creed smiled slightly, feeling the kid’s tongue
sliding over his cock up and down. He saw the men turn
to them one by one – and quickly turn back, pretending
they saw nothing. He knew how it looked from where
they stood, not seeing his claws on boy’s guts.
For them it was Cajun who initiated the whole thing.
Pretty nice advertisement. He was just thinking it
over, then he had to close his eyes and groan when the
kid took his whole length into that hot wet mouth of
his.

Remy was close to chocking, still he knew it was the
quickest way to make his animal cum and end it all.
The dick already filled his mouth past capacity, yet
it was still growing as he kept sucking it.
The sharp feeling of disgust brought tears to Cajun’s
eyes. The fact he looked like a whore didn’t mean he
was the one! He wasn’t! yet who was giving a head now?
Who was letting the huge mutant tangle his clawed
fingers into silky auburn hair and push himself even
deeper down kid’s gagging throat?
Remy didn’t remember the last time he felt so dirty
and so helpless. ~disgusting… still that’s what you’re
worth, Cajun~ the thought came, and the anguish of
helplessness came with it. It was so hard, LeBeau felt
his upper lip pull up baring his teeth.
Without thinking he was ready to bite into the hateful
hard flesh pushing in and out of his throat, toying
with his gag reflex, when the grasp on his hair
increased from tight to painful, and he sped up his
movements to get it all over with.
It looked like the eternity had passed before a salty
stream beamed into his mouth. It was chocking, and he
squirmed in man’s hold trying to spit it out and not
quietly succeeding.
When the last drop of cum poured out and the
post-orgasmic tremors subsided, he was finally let go.
He crumpled on the ground, balling there as far from
the tormentor as the lead allowed.
He hid his face in hands, feeling them getting wet for
some reason. Remy looked at his palms to see them
glistering with transparent dampness, already getting
dirty as the dust sticked to wet skin. That was when
he realized he was crying. Probably had been through
the last part of torment. He didn’t know. He didn’t
care.

Damn, but the kid was skillful. From the very start
Creed stopped him trying to make it all as short as
possible – and he knew the ways. Still, there was
something he must have never gotten in touch with –
Sabertooth’s stamina. He could hold on as long as he
wanted, toying with kid’s desperation.
With his eyes closed and his hand in Cajun’s silky
hair (~fuck, they’re so soft I wish I could encircle
myself in them. what a shame they’re so short…~) he
enjoyed kid’s efforts down over his crotch, as well as
the thick scent of disgust and anguish. The kid seemed
to be helpless, and that spiced up the whole thing.
He could smell tears rolling down Cajun’s cheeks, and
he wished the kid didn’t cry. He wasn’t fond of tears
when he fucked, too pathetic. He half-opened his eyes
and was ready to snap at the Cajun when he spotted his
bared teeth.
Fuck, but he wasn’t planning a castration here! With a
hard jerk he switched kid’s attention from mischief to
his direct duties. It made an effect, while soon he
finally decided to let himself go, and ejaculated into
the sweet mouth of his captive, holding him firmly in
place while he squirmed in his hold.
As Creed recovered from post-orgasmic dizziness, he
lazily pulled at the lead, bringing kid’s head on his
lap. Cajun’s face was a mess, dirty and dusty, small
clean lines where the tears ran, and that blood that
kept seeping from his lip, giving it amazingly crimson
color. And several thin streams of sperm that were
already drying up.
Sabertooth traced his claw over kid’s cheek, and to
his surprise Cajun didn’t pull back. Moreover, he was
laying motionless on Creed’s lap, his eyes half-hidden
behind his eyelashes. ~You’re gorgeous, kid, even when
dusty~ blond mutant thought to himself. ~What would
have you looked like with passion in your eyes?~ he
wondered for a moment, then dropped that. Using the
kid completely was enough of fun already, and no need
to look for something else.
###
(in several days)
Bath-time was even worse this day. Creed tied his
hands to water-pipe line, so his feet were over a
whole foot off the floor, and spent damn-but-too-much
time idly stroking his body with those thick fingers
of his.
Just watched his reaction, while alternating between
hotspots and pain spots as he ran his hands over his
limbs, up and down his arms, over his ribs and down,
stopping only at his lower thighs.
Remy squirmed and whimpered, biting his lips at the
odd sensation his tormentor was providing. Soon his
moans turned into stiffed groans that grew louder
every minute, as Creed proceeded to more intimate body
parts of the kid.
Finally he reached his privacies, stroking his kid’s
shaft with weird skillfulness. He waited until it
became halfway hard, then reached to kid’s balls and
without warning squeezed them, getting off at the
sharp scream that echoed in the empty bathroom – every
men tried to shower as fast as possible the moment
they saw Remy getting tied up.
Creed let go of kid’s balls and in one motion crushed
him to the wall, squeezing him between it and his
chest. He bit the side of kid’s neck, tasting his
blood, then pulled away just a bit, to have a better
look on who he owned.
It was marvelous, just how did the kid, as bloody and
dirty and pathetic as he was, still remain that sexy
and attractive? So… fuckable, there was no other word
for this.
Sabertooth placed his hands on the either side of
Remy, rubbing his body over Cajun’s, his hard cock
pushing between his legs. One of his clawed hands
cupped kid’s ass, and he wondered how perfectly the
soft globe fit into his paw.
“Lock ya’r ankles behind me, kiddo” he growled lowly
into LeBeau’s ear. Without hesitation or even a
glance, Remy encircled his waist, giving him better
access to his sensitive innards he so tried to protect
once. It didn’t matter anymore, not for him.
He gritted his teeth, yet small moan escaped his lips,
as a huge organ on Creed rammed into him. Though he
had fucked him more often than he’d want to, still he
wasn’t yet stretched enough to accommodate the man
without preparation. Not that there was any
preparation anyway.
The clawed hand pushed his ass closer, impaling him on
Creed’s entire length and deepening the
already-too-deep penetration. All Cajun could do was
to clench his fists and tighten his legs around
Creed’s hips in pain, not pushing him off but
reflexively trying to avoid the hurt.
The bite came unexpected, as usual, though Remy knew
it’d come he never knew when. The blood flew, but
barely managed to escape the wound being caught by the
hot tongue that lapped it off. That was his manner,
kid knew; not to suck on the wound, but to lap on the
trickling blood stream.
The tongue scrapped sensitive flesh of his neck, and
Remy wondered dully, that cats also had such scrubbing
tongues, that’s why he didn’t like kittens licking his
hands…
Another ever-so-deep thrust brought him to reality,
and he whirled his hips in mild protest, just to be
pushed even harder against the wall. Now he could
barely breath, and tried to slip into unconsciousness,
when his half-closed eyes spotted some figure behind
Creed’s back.
Remy blinked and frowned slightly. ~Must be
hallucination~ he thought idly, feeling fire of pain
raising up from his lower body. Then he felt Creed
hiss and withdrew harshly, spinning around, leaving
Cajun hand limp on his ties wrists, his head lolling
on his chest, his fogged mind wondering why didn’t the
tormentor ejaculate into him.

Creed was caught in process of fucking the kid, lost
in the feel of his hot tightness and unaware of the
world around. That was until the sharp pain seared
through his side, erupting a growl of him.
He was almost sure the guards decided he was toying
for way too long today, and was ready to roar at them,
as he withdrew and spun around. The moment he saw his
opponent, his eyes glimpsed in shock, anger and utter
hatred, that he poured out in one word.
“Runt.”

End?... NOT YET!