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Logan's Slut

By Creed Cascade and TJ
 

Remy was lounging in the rec room, smoking on a cigarette. He had
his coat flared around him on the couch and his boots were on the
coffee table. Remy's head was laid back on the top on the couch and
he was blowing smoke circles into the air.

"Charlie's gonna have a fit if he catches ya doin' that in here,"
Logan told him as he strolled into the room. He eyed the young man
sprawled carelessly on the couch. The kid hadn't been there long but
he acted like he owned the place. He had a hell of a chip on his
shoulder and most days Logan found himself just itching to knock it
off.

"You do it," Remy shot back and continued to blow smoke
circles. "`Sides not like any of da brats around dis time o' night."

"I'm different," Logan told him. "You really think you're somethin',
don't ya, kid?"

"Don't t'ink… Remy *knows* he's somethin' special," Remy tipped his
head back and looked at Logan upside down with a leer.

"You wanna know what I think you are?" Logan asked, his voice soft
and low.

"A thief?" Remy volunteered and continued to smile a Logan.

"Come to my room in ten minutes if you wanna find out." With that,
Logan turned around and left. From the brief whiff of arousal he had
a good idea the kid would be knocking on his door.

Remy snorted and flipped Logan the finger as he left the room. "Mmm,
been a good long while since Remy had a good lay. Even have enough
time to get another smoke…"

Ten minutes later there was a soft knock at Logan's door. "Come on
in, kid," he called out, smirking as the young man entered his
room. "Close it behind ya. We don't want any of the kiddies walkin'
by and peekin' in."

"Non, wouldn't want dat at all," Remy echoed. He was leaning against
the closed door with his head cocked to one side. "But depends on
what ol' big, bad Wolverine wants with Remy."

"Why don't ya come over here and find out?" Logan taunted. "Or are ya
too scared?"

Remy's brow lowed and he huffed under his breath. "Remy not scared
of nothin'."

"Then get yer ass over here," Logan growled.

"Don't order Remy around!" Remy snapped, but pushed off the wall and
slowly sauntered over to Logan.

When he was within arm's reach Logan lashed out and grabbed him. He
jerked the started young man forward and forced him down across his
lap. Logan wasted no time in securing the Cajun's other arm, not
allowing him to get to a playing card to charge. With one hand he
held Remy's wrists behind his back while the other began working on
the man's pants.

"Ya wanted to fuck Remy, all ya had do was ask!" Remy snapped, trying
to struggle out of Logan's lap. "Now ya get nothin'."

"I ain't gonna fuck ya, kid," Logan chuckled as he managed to get
Remy's pants down to his knees. "At least not yet. I'm gonna give ya
somethin' that's been long overdue." Logan brought his hand down hard
and fast. The crack was loud in the room and he smiled in
satisfaction when the man on his lap gasped in a mixture of shock and
pain.

"Stop it!" Remy gasped out through clenched teeth. "Remy'll kill ya!"

"No, you won't," Logan said matter-of-factly as he brought his hand
down again. He continued to rain blows down on the helpless man's
ass, turning it from white to pink then to a livid red. Remy squirmed
and moaned, fighting and cursing him but Logan held him in place
easily.

"S-Stop it!" Remy cried out. Tears were starting to moisten his red
on black eyes. "No one hit Remy like dis! No one!"

"Maybe it's about time someone did," Logan told him. Despite the
boy's protests he could feel a hardness digging into his thigh. He
pushed his leg up against it, letting Remy know he felt him.

"N-Non," Remy cried out more in denial from his hard on than anything
else. He was a man and being spanked like some sort of brat and that
shouldn't turn a real man on.

Logan shoved him off his lap roughly and grinned down at him. "Go on,
kid. Get out of here," he told him with a smirk.

Remy had tumbled down onto the floor in a heap at Logan's feet. He
looked up and said in a softer, begging voice, "Remy's hard…"

"Then you better go back to yer room and take care of it," Logan told
him.

"Bastard!" Remy hissed and stumbled to his feet. He pulled his pants
up and nearly fell over in his haste to get away from Logan. "Don't
come any where near Remy again!"

"Sure, kid," Logan laughed as Remy stormed out of the room.

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Remy was in the rec room again at around two in the morning and
surround by a trail of discarded beer cans. He was just finishing up
the last of a six-pack of imported Canadian Traditional ale. He let
out a loud belch and laughed at himself.

"Looks like somebody didn't learn his lesson the last time," Logan
purred into his ear. He'd crept into the room without alerting the
Cajun to his presence and seeing him jump at the sound of his voice
made him grin.

Remy quickly downed the last of the beer and tried to play it
cool. "If da Wolverine lookin' for his beer, already gone."

"I see that. You're gonna pay me back for it, though."

"Nope," Remy shook his head. "Don't got no money."

"Who said I wanted money?" Logan whispered.

Remy pushed away from the couch and did it a little too quickly,
causing himself to wobble a little since he wasn't used to Canadian
beer. "Shut up! You supposed to stay away from Remy!"

"Then why'd you drink all my beer?" Logan asked. "I think you want me
to come around. I think you want that a hell of a lot more than
you're willing to admit. Now get yer ass up to my room. I want my
payback for the beer."

"Non!" Remy hissed back. "Remy is not like dat!"

"Liar," Logan told him. "Now are you gonna go quietly or do I get to
drag you up there?"

Remy stumbled backwards, almost falling over the coffee table.
Normally he would have been able to talk his way out of almost any
situation, but after six beers in less than an hour, staying up right
was his number one priority. "Fuck you!"

"Not a chance, kid. But I might fuck you. If you beg me really nice."

"Remy don't need no one," Remy spat out, but he was frozen where he
stood. "Might be a fag, but Remy not a freak!"

Logan decided enough was enough. He might not fuck the kid but he was
going to get his ass beat for drinking all his beer. Walking forward,
he jerked Remy to his feet and slung him over his shoulder then
headed for his room.

Remy's breath caught when Logan picked him up. Logan was already out
of the room when Remy remembered he should be struggling. He started
to put up a token struggle, but made sure it wasn't too much.

Logan chuckled at weak attempt Remy was making. He could feel the kid
getting hard again as well as smell his growing arousal. Logan hoped
this time he got to do more to Remy's ass than just redden it.

"Didn't know it was your beer," Remy muttered under his breath. Of
course, he knew it was Logan's beer and that's why he had taken it.

"Bullshit," Logan said as he dumped him on the bed. "You knew exactly
what you were doin'. Tell me you want this. I wanna hear you beg for
it."

"Just want Logan to fuck Remy," Remy said, glaring at Logan.

"It's not that easy. First you gotta make it up to me for stealin' my
beer so you're gonna beg me to spank you again. Then, you're gonna
beg me to fuck you."

"Make me!" Remy challenged, opening his legs wide and lewdly on bed.
He was hoping that he could just piss Logan off enough that he would
jump to fucking him. He'd been pushing Logan to pay attention to him
for weeks.

"Remember, kid, you asked for it." Logan was on him a second later,
grabbing him roughly by the hair and dragging him off the bed. Logan
sat down on the side of the bed and pulled Remy across his lap
roughly. He jerked the younger man's pants down, heedless of the
fabric and brought his hand down hard on Remy's unprotected backside.

Remy howled when Logan's hand connected with his ass. Despite the
liquor he'd injected, his cock immediately started to fill. "Not
right…" Remy whimpered.

"Beg for it, slut," Logan growled as he continued to assault Remy's
ass. He wasn't going to stop until the boy begged this time, even if
he had to turn his ass purple.

But instead of begging Logan to stop like he expected, Remy started
to beg for something else after several more smacks. "Please,
please… more… harder!"

"That's it, slut," Logan said. He began to hit Remy harder and
faster, giving the young man what he begged so prettily for.

"Oui, Remy's a fuckin' slut," he cried out, now rocking back to meet
Logan's hand.

"Tell me what you want, slut!" Logan demanded.

"More!" Remy all but sobbed now. "Leave bruises…"

"I'll leave bruises alright," Logan told him. "You won't be able to
sit down tomorrow without thinking of me. I can feel how hard you
are, slut. You wanna cum?"

"Non!" Remy sobbed out the unexpected answer.

Logan stopped then, surprised by the answer. He ran his hand over
Remy's dark red ass, squeezing the tender flesh and making the young
man moan. "You don't wanna cum, huh? Bet I know what you *do* want."

"Wanna be fucked!" Remy groaned. He wanted to feel Logan's cock up
his ass.

"Then you know what to do," Logan told him, squeezing his ass hard.

But the truth was that Remy didn't know what to do. "Non, don't
know. Tell Remy," Remy begged. "Remy'll do anything."

"All you have to do is beg for it," Logan told him. "You want
something from me, you beg for it. Understand?"

"Yeah, yeah… okay," Remy groaned. "Fuck Remy now? Please?"

"You can do better than that, slut. Make me believe you want it."

Remy started to blush heavily. Instead of feeling embarrassed at
being called a slut, it turned him on. "Remy want it real bad…"

"You know I ain't gonna be gentle." Logan stressed the remark by
bringing his hand down on Remy's ass again. Damn but he wanted to
throw this kid on the bed and fuck him through the mattress.

"Remy's a slut for it…" Remy said. He wasn't sure how to ask for
what he wanted. He wanted Logan to keep talking to him.

"Yeah. My slut. My own personal whore." Logan pushed him off his lap,
more gently than the last time. "Get yer clothes off and get on the
bed, slut."

Remy shivered when Logan called him that again. His ass was already
exposed from the spanking, so he just rolled onto his stomach. "Good
enough. Fuck Remy now, oui?"

Logan grabbed him and hauled him up onto the bed. He swatted his ass
hard twice. "I said strip and get on the bed. Now do as I say!"

Part of Remy liked the tone Logan was using with him, but also
another part of him revolted that he was acting like a submissive
slut. "Ya want me or not!"

With a growl, Logan launched himself onto the bed. He grabbed Remy's
hands and jerked them over his head, trapping them in one large hand.
He extended the claws on his free hand and sliced the offending
clothes roughly from the younger man's body.

Remy's eyes widening and he moaned loudly, already pumping his
leaking cock against the mattress. He loved Logan's blatant display
of power and manhandling him. When he was with women he played the
consummate lover, who was always in control, but with Logan he could
let go.

Logan cracked his hand down hard on his ass twice, letting Remy know
he wasn't happy with being challenged. The boy was going to learn to
obey him or he'd never eat sitting down again. Shoving his legs apart
with his free hand, Logan shoved a thick finger deep inside Remy's
body.

"Oui… Oui," Remy cried out as his body was breached. "Show Remy
who's da boss."

Logan pulled his finger out and shoved two back in. He felt the body
stretch around the dry digits and forced himself to calm down. He
didn't want to hurt the kid, not really, and if he kept it up he was
going to end up fucking him dry. "You gotta learn not to push me,
boy," he grunted as he drove his fingers in and out. "It'll get ya
hurt."

"Don't care. Go ahead and hurt Remy," Remy started to babble and
then he realized that Logan might need to be provoked
more. "Asshole!" But the insult came out in a breathy moan more than
an insult.

"Watch yer mouth, boy, or I'll gag you," Logan told him, driving his
fingers in deep and twisting them roughly inside his body.

"Ya could just hit Remy again," he prompted instead. This was only
the second time he had explored these dark desires and feelings. He
was so caught up in everything, he just wanted to keep pushing Logan
to give him more of anything, even if he didn't know he wanted it.

"You want that?" Logan asked, pulling his fingers free. "You want me
to beat your ass until you're cryin' and beggin' for me to stop? Is
that what ya really want?"

"Don't know!" Remy admitted, his head thrashing on the pillow. "Want
ya to fuck Remy and hit `im… want everything!"

"Then you'll get it." Logan brought his hand down in a flurry of
blows, striking Remy's ass and thighs over and over again until his
ass was so red it was almost purple. With one last smack, he stopped
and got onto his knees, pulling Remy's head toward his groin. "Get me
wet," he commanded, "…or I'll fuck you dry."

Remy gladly started to suck on Logan's cock. He was so lost in this
new headspace that he didn't care what he sounded like while he
slurped on Logan's cock desperately. He whimpered pitifully when
Logan pushed his head away. "Want dat to!"

"Later, slut. I want yer ass now." He pulled Remy up onto his hands
and knees and spread his cheeks. He placed his damp cockhead at the
entrance to Remy's body and pushed hard. He heard Remy gasp and try
to pull away but Logan held him by the hips and continued to push
forward until his cock was completely buried.

"Too much…" Remy panted. He buried his head against a pillow and his
arms.

"I warned ya not to push me," Logan said as he pulled back and thrust
forward again. "Damn, you're tight, slut."

"Been years," Remy admitted. He spent most of his time chasing after
women, not men. He was by no means virgin, but used to a quick hand
or blow job rather than getting fucked.

"That changes now. You're mine and I'll fuck you whenever I want."
Logan began to fuck him in earnest then, pulling back and slamming
forward again and again. He could feel the boy's body fighting to
adjust but he didn't give him time, simply riding him hard and fast.

"Jerk yourself off, boy," Logan growled as he sensed his own orgasm
rapidly approaching.

Remy quickly obeyed, taking his aching cock in hand. He stroked
himself in time to Logan's brutal thrusts, desperate to get off
before the other man finished inside him. A few moments later and he
felt his body tense up, then he was crying out and cumming over his
hand and the bedding beneath him.

Remy's orgasm triggered Logan's and soon he was cumming with a loud
howl. Even when he was fucking someone he always had to be careful.
His adamantium frame made it so that if he collapsed on Remy, he
would crush the boy. He had to find enough strength to pull out and
collapse on the bed next to him instead.

Once Logan pulled out Remy let his knees slide out from under him
until he was laying on his stomach. His ass *hurt*. A lot. He
wondered if he was bleeding but was afraid to reach back and find
out. He'd begged Logan to fuck him... to hurt him... and the man had
done just that.

Logan propped himself and reached over to his bedside table. He
pulled out a cigar and lighter, taking a deep puff with a satisfying
groan. "Always like ta smoke after a good fuck."

"Can Remy have one, too?" he asked cautiously, needing something to
take his mind off the stinging ache in his backside.

Instead of handing Remy his own, Logan just handed him the one in his
mouth. "We can share."

"T'anks," Remy replied as he took the offered cigar. He took a deep
drag and handed it back to Logan then began to carefully manoeuvre
onto his back. He hissed when his abused backside touched the bed but
he forced himself to lay still and ride it out.

"Ya hurtin'?" Logan asked. "Roll over and let me take a look."

"Nah, dat's okay…" Remy tried to protest.

"Roll over or I'll roll ya over," Logan told him. "You already found
out what happens when ya challenge me. You really wanna go through
that again?"

"Ummm, yeah," Remy mumbled, but he turned over anyways.

When he rolled over, Logan sat up and pulled his cheeks apart. Blood
stained one thigh but there wasn't much of it and the bleeding had
already stopped. "I'll have to put some cream on that," he said. He
gave Remy's ass one last swat, though not too hard, and rolled him
back over onto his back.

"So dey got a name for da kind of twisted freak Remy is now?" he
asked as he settled back onto the bed.

"Yeah, Logan's Slut."

END.