by Quil Carter
The first thing his mind thought of, was that he’d been happy Kheva hadn’t demanded it be used on him.
“If you don’t use it properly, I’ll personally show you how it’s done,” Kheva said. He was know kneeling with Kel, also completely naked, and teasingly stroking Kel’s rigid cock with two of his fingers. Kel seemed both aroused and frustrated by this, his hips gently rolling to try and encourage the physical contact. “But you have used such a thing, haven’t you?”
The blank stare continued, until with utter humiliation his cheeks turned a roasted red. “You… you know about that?” he stammered, and the coldness that washed his body made the previous anxious chill seem like a desert wind.
Kheva chuckled. “Oh, I do, I’ve fucked Kel to the memory,” he said with a vile purr, and briefly his lips met Kel’s again. “So much shame afterwards, yet your ass ached for it enough to do it again, and again… and whenever the mood struck you.”
Sasha burned on the spot. He distracted himself by picking up the lube bottle and putting some onto his fingers. “Yeah,” he said as he lubed up the dildo. “I… was too embarrassed to buy my own.” Sasha’s eyes closed and he took in a deep breath. He felt like running and jumping out the window right now. He couldn’t believe Kheva had unrooted that memory.
“Tell me what he did,” Kel whispered lustfully. “Tell me while you fuck me, Sashy.”
Jesus Christ…
Of course, Sasha wasn’t going to receive any help from Kheva. On the contrary, Kheva’s lips split into quite the smile as he watched Sasha.
It always has to be something, Sasha thought to himself. You always have to make me suffer one way or another.
‘I’d be thankful your master decided to go with ‘another’ instead of ‘one way’, Kheva said back. ‘The faster you make him cum, the sooner you can sleep.’
Sasha let out a tense breath and kneeled onto the bed. Kel had his bare back to him, his knees separated and his ass risen and waiting to receive attention. Sasha took in a second breath, his ears and cheeks both hot, and he slid his index and middle finger between Kel’s cheeks.
He could feel the temperature of Kel’s skin rise as he brushed the tips of his fingers over the hole. Kel moaned, his ass sticking out further, and Sasha began to rub the lubed fingers around the tight opening.
“Slip a finger in,” Kheva instructed. “Get a feel for it. This’ll be the first time, not the last.”
Sasha nodded, his eyes fixed on Kel’s ass. He gently probed the hole, twisting his middle finger back and forth until it began to sink in, and slowly began to put pressure on it.
Kel moaned. “Put it in,” he begged. “Sasha, put it in.”
He didn’t want to admit that Kel begging him like that was a bit of a turn on, but it was. Sasha obeyed Kel’s request and pushed the finger inside, and after tight resistance, the elastic opening gave way, and his finger slid into the burning inside of Kel’s ass.
Kel’s backside rose, and his hips began to gently roll. Without being prompted, Sasha began to move the finger in and out, and within several small thrusts, that finger was joined with a second.
And as he fingered Kel, Kheva’s eyes were fixed on him. The Master watched over Kel’s shoulder, his own fingers still teasing Kel’s cock.
“Good enough,” Kheva said. “Now get the dildo, and where is that story?”
Sasha slid the fingers out, and obediently picked up the lubricated dildo. He positioned it in the same angle his fingers at been at, and began to put pressure on it.
“You’ll need to remember how much you had to push it in,” Kheva instructed. He momentarily left Kel and shifted on his knees over to where Sasha was. Kheva then put his hand over Sasha’s, and adjusted the angle. “How did it feel the first time your uncle’s dildo broke through that untouched ass?” And as he said this, Kheva jerked the hand that was wrapped around the dildo, and as Kel released a cry, the head disappeared.
Sasha, embarrassment consuming him like a beast, looked down at the hand that Kheva’s own had grasped. It was such a… humiliating memory, a testament to the horny mind of a teenager. He’d found gay porn on his uncle’s computer, for the first time, and he needed more than just jerking off in front of the monitor.
He told them this, his lips moving as he recalled the memory. “So, I went up to his bedroom,” Sasha said. He slid the dildo further up Kel’s ass, the man now breathing heavy with moans lacing each exhale. Kheva nodded his approval and shifted back to his original position. “I looked in his night table and under a few magazines, I found a… a dildo, lubricant, and some, ah, condoms, a few other things.”
“What other things?” Kheva asked. Both of Kel’s hands were on Kheva’s shoulders. “Tell me.”
Sasha grudgingly drew up the memory, and immediately he could sense the presence of both Kheva and Kel peering in with lurid curiosity. “A silver egg-shaped thing that vibrated, lots more lube, some burned DVDs, and… handcuffs.”
“And when you found that dildo, nightcrawler…” Kheva’s mind conjured the moment Sasha had held it in his hands, horny as fuck with no hesitation whatsoever. He’d been too horny to feel reluctance, he’d just been glad he found it. “How excited were you?”
“Pretty… excited,” Sasha mumbled. He looked down at his hand, clasped around the dark blue dildo as it slid in and out of Kel. Kel was moaning steadily now, both hands on Kheva’s shoulders as the Master stroked his cock. “It hurt a lot getting it in, I had to remove it a few times… but once it began to feel good…”
The image of Sasha staring up at the ceiling as he fucked himself hard with the flesh-coloured dildo came into his mind. That was when he’d been deep into it, the pain gone with his body’s acceptance of the infiltrator, it had felt so good having it in there and he’d been excited that it had stopped hurting so much.
“You’d always worried that sex would be painful,” Kheva said, his eyes bright. “But you discovered on your uncle’s own bed that it really wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“Yeah,” Sasha mumbled. He began to speed up then, with the only goal in mind to get Kel off as fast as he could so he could escape this embarrassing situation, and down-right mortifying memory.
Kel responded to this with a cry, and he pushed his ass out. Kheva only smirked, but the hand that was steadily working over Kel’s cock sped up. “And when you made yourself cum? You felt like such a dirty little pervert, didn’t you?”
It was true, he did, but Sasha didn’t have time to answer. Kel’s heavy breathing quickened, the moans became sharper, and soon he was gripping the dildo hard from inside. Sasha glanced towards Kheva’s hand to see semen spilling into his palm, a smirk on the Master’s face as he watched the opaque pearls connect to form a small puddle.
Sasha gave the dildo a few more hard thrusts, then slowly removed it and put it back into the drawer. Kel could clean it later. “Yes, I did,” Sasha said. He wiped his slippery lube-covered fingers onto his boxers. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he was hard, but there was no desire in him to do anything about it. “But, as you know, that wore off quickly and I kept doing it.”
Kheva offered Sasha some of the semen. Since he’d never say no to that, considering he did need it, Sasha obliged and licked Kheva’s palm. As he swallowed down the tangy liquid, Kheva licked off the rest. “He knew, you know that, right?”
And as Kheva reached over and flicked off the light, Sasha’s eyes widened. “He does not,” Sasha said. That thought was beyond horrifying. He was careful, every single fucking time, he’d been careful to put everything back the way it was supposed to be. “How would you know? You… Uncle Lex isn’t a nightcrawler. You can’t––”
“No, you can’t. I’m powerful enough to read anyone with a bit of effort and a close proximity,” Kheva said as they all got under the blankets. Sasha took his place in the middle of the two of them, and even though it was dark, he scowled at Kheva. “You’d be surprised what I know about you, Sasha. What I know about t
hem.”
Then Kheva leaned over, and his lips pressed against Sasha’s. “Now go to sleep, you’ll have quite the day tomorrow.” Then he chuckled. “Oh, quite the day.”
CHAPTER 23
“I’m so jealous,” Kel whispered. He was wielding the tweezers of pain again, plucking Sasha’s eyebrows as they both sat facing each other on the dining room table. “I want to go, I want to go so bad.”
“If I could snap my fingers and make it happen, I’d switch places with you,” Sasha said, his eyes full of tears. For once, they weren’t tears drawn up from something incredibly fucked up happening, or driven by horror, it was all because of Kel yanking out several hairs at a time.
Kel ripped out another tweezer-full of hairs, this chunk making Sasha wince. “Can’t you just do one at a time?” he said as he rubbed his eyes.
“If you maintained them yourself I wouldn’t have to do it for you, Sashy,” Kel said. “You should take better care of yourself. You’re not all sad and depressed anymore, so you should look how you feel.”
Sasha snorted at this. “If I dressed how I felt, half the time I’d be in a garbage bag and the other half I’d be wearing a suit made out of a million bucks,” he said. “Being here is like living inside of a bipolar disorder.”
Kel stopped what he was doing, and for a second Sasha was worried that he’d just crossed a line, but instead Kel burst out laughing and clapped his hands together. “Yes, yes, that’s exactly what it’s like. Did you hear Sasha, Master Kheva?”
Oh, don’t tell him. You know he has no sense of humour.
Kel gasped and threw both hands over his mouth. “Bad, Sasha!” he laughed. “Did you hear that, Kheva? Bad bad bad nightcrawler.” And when Kheva didn’t answer, Sasha could feel Kel search around for the Master Nightcrawler, seeking him out to tattletale.
Smirking, Sasha drew up the control panel in his mind, and feeling a bit mischievous, or perhaps just riding on the good mood that had been floating between the three of them since he’d had woken up that morning, he found Kel’s beacon and did exactly what he’d done to Kel the previous night.
It was hard to explain just what he’d done, it was actually Kheva who had described it the best: he disrupted it. It was like scrambling a signal, or pouring static onto something smooth and flawless, or a tiger shredding apart tissue paper with its claws… you just kinda, fucked it up.
Kel jumped like he’d been hit with an electric shock. His eyes widened and his head turned to Sasha, an expression of ‘Oh, no you did not just do that’ on his face. Sasha grinned at him, then dashed to the sliding glass door.
His foot had barely touched the porch before he felt a familiar, yet rather harmless, zap inside of his brain. It was, however, enough to disorientate Sasha, and he found himself stumbling, only the nearby railing keeping him from falling over.
Kel’s rolling laugh sounded from inside. Sasha steadied himself and turned, and with matching grins, they both started delivering each other shock after shock, laughs and owes of pain filling the lower levels of the house.
But it was all fun and games until the omnipotent presence of Kheva forced its way into both Sasha and Kel’s head, and the aura that the beacon was radiating was anger. “What are you two doing?” he snapped. “He needs to save his energy, you fucking moron, smarten the hell up.”
And like Kheva’s voice was a plug being pulled, the lighthearted happiness and roughhousing circled the drain. Kel and Sasha’s smiles disappeared, and they sat back down at the dining room table.
‘He always has to ruin any fun he sees.’
Sasha’s head shot to Kel as Rob’s voice entered his head. ‘You can imagine how it was before you arrived. At least Kel has someone he can have fun with now. He was so excited he cried when Kheva found you.’
And even though Rob was speaking to Sasha through Kel’s head, the nightcrawler showed no indication that he knew what was going on. On the contrary, as Rob spoke Kel even called out an apology and was in the process of picking up the tweezers.
I know you can hide yourself in my Dead Zone, but… isn’t this still dangerous? He’s right there… Sasha thought.
A sense of disinterest could be felt. ‘No, he’s nowhere near your brain,’ Rob said. ‘He’s planning tonight. His mind is in other places.’
Sasha’s eyes flickered to the closed office, where he knew Kheva was. Since he’d woken up that morning Sasha had been feeling springs of anxiety shoot up whenever he was reminded about Kheva’s plans for later in the day. All the Master had said was that they were going on an errand, but it was obvious that this was more important than dropping off library books or posting a letter.
Do you… know what this is all about? Sasha asked.
‘I do.’
Sasha’s breath was caught in his throat. ‘What – what is it?’
But there was no reply––there was nothing.
Nothing but a feeling of disturbed unease that was growing with every fear that Sasha fed it.
“There, pretty pretty man,” Kel mumbled several minutes later. He put both of his thumbs on Sasha’s eyebrows and smoothed them. “You’re going to look beautiful. I can’t wait to see the memories of it.”
Sasha swallowed through the vice that was squeezing his throat. “So, I’ll be coming back then?” he said, trying to force some lightness into this situation growing heavier and heavier. “That’s good to know at least.”
Kel smiled. Then, with his hands clasping Sasha’s head, he leaned down and kissed the middle of his forehead. “Silly, Sasha,” he whispered. “You’ll live forever with us.” Then he rose, and left Sasha sitting by the dining room table, unsure of what to make of Kel’s words.
He tried again to reach out to Rob, but there was nothing. Sasha was stuck with his own racing thoughts, ones that filled his hungry curiosities with whatever outlandish thoughts were available to him.
To distract himself, since he’d done all of his chores and Kheva had given him no work to do after lunch, Sasha practiced his dimming ability. That was something he knew would eventually become useful.
It was an hour later, when evening had set into Ciel Lake, that the door to Kheva’s office opened. The Master walked out, and Sasha was surprised to see him wearing his black robes.
And he was holding what looked like another set in his arms.
“Put these on,” Kheva instructed, then he turned to Kel. “You’ll be responsible for the property.” Kel stood up taller at these instructions. “You can make whatever you wish for dinner and do what you want tonight. We’ll have a lot of work to do tomorrow.”
Strangely, the grin that appeared on Kel’s face when he heard these instructions… was actually kind of creepy. It made a chill go up Sasha’s spine, it was fucking bordering on demonic.
“I know, Master Kheva,” he said through the weirdly alarming smile. “I wish I could come, but I’m excited for Sasha.”
What the fuck was going on?
Kheva walked towards the door and grabbed the keys to the truck. “Enjoy your free night, Keluva, but don’t overdo it.” The Master then glanced over at Sasha, and when he saw that Sasha was still staring at him with a shocked expression on his face, his own expression turned annoyed. “I gave you instructions!” he snapped.
Sasha jumped, completely forgetting he was supposed to be putting the robes on. He stammered an apology and began to dress himself, and was soon sprinting after Kheva as the Master stalked through the flattened yellow grass and towards the pickup truck, parked in hardened mud by the entrance to Ciel Lake.
“Bye, Sasha! Have fun!” Kel called.
Sasha turned, the robe half-on, and gave Kel a wave. He had to smile to himself when he saw the not-all-there nightcrawler waving his entire arm back and forth with a big grin on his face.
It was hard not to love Kel, even after all the horrific things he’d done to Sasha. The fact that the guy literally didn’t seem to know any better, and was only doing what Kheva commanded him to do, ease
d the open wounds from all the times he’d hurt Sasha.
Kheva and Sasha both got into the truck. Sasha glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw Kel still waving, Jye now by his side near the stairs, his giant radar ears twitching as he picked up the sound of the truck pulling out of the muddy driveway.
“Idiot,” Kheva mumbled as he himself looked in the mirror. His eyes deflected and fixed onto the road, and soon Kel and the house on Ciel Lake disappeared with only trees and a winding dirt road in front of them.
It was silent in the cab of the truck, no radio, no talking, no nothing. Sasha stared out the window, and the more time that went by and he was left alone with his own thoughts, the more his nerves started to get the best of him.
Where were they going? What were they going to do? What the hell did Kheva mean by errand? There was that voice in the back of his head, one that wasn’t sentient anyway, that told him Kheva was probably going to take him into the woods and kill him, but he tried to ignore it.
But what if he is?
“If I was going to kill you, nightcrawler, I would’ve done it when you costed me a thousand dollars in damage to my truck,” Kheva said coolly. Sasha shrunk down. “Stop thinking of so many questions, it’s rather annoying.”
I can’t even have my own damn though- Sasha yelped when he was smacked upside the head.
“No, you can’t and you would do best to remember that,” Kheva said, his tone still ice. “Want revenge? Practice your gifts on me. I want to at least have a nosebleed by the time I park this car.”
Sasha stared at him, then his eyes shifted towards the road. “With you… driving the truck?”
“You overestimate yourself,” Kheva said “I am not Kel. He leaves himself open for attack. I have to protect him myself, which I stopped doing when I sent him after you with that chainsaw. I’ll be able to feel the intensity of your ability, without suffering physical repercussions. So, feel free to have at it. Get me back for all the times I made you cry like a kicked child.”
