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Chapter 6 – F is for Figging.


The young slave woke feeling the best he had in a few days. Today was the letter F and he was looking forward to seeing which pairing would be generated. It seemed to him that the charmed bowl was going to give everyone a go before it started to repeat participants in the pairings. He was still musing on what he’d seen the previous day. A smile played on his lips; Scott had gone from being uptight dom, to offering his neck to the vamp. They had spent quite some time in bed together and traded blowjobs.

When he had returned to take Scott home, Angel had told the X-man that if he ever wanted to let go again, to send him an email. The Game Master’s pet was happy. They were only 5 letters down and already there were some strong connections being formed between the members. A part of him couldn’t help but wonder if that had been his Master’s plan all along.

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Logan glanced either way before he silently entered the library. He fired up one of the computers and stroked a stubble-roughened cheek. It was F today, and the first thing that had come to his mind was fisting. He knew there weren’t many left who’d yet to have a turn, so a part of him was nervous. If he was paired with someone for that particular kink it could be a real difficult one. Who would want to be fisted by a man with three adamantium claws in his hand?

He chuckled as he opened the page. He read the opening few lines about the success of the previous pairing and it was promised that a written account all scenes would follow later. His eyes skipped ahead and read that F was in fact for Figging, and there was his name in the pairing ‘Unbreakable’. It wasn’t very imaginative on his part but it had been the best he could come up with at the time.

The Canadian grinned at the kink. So… figging…! He was a well-travelled man and an incredibly experienced dominant. He knew all about that particular kink and hoped that he would have a nice, unsuspecting sub to introduce to it. He thought about how loud the last sub had been that he’d done such a thing with and a feral grin twisted his lips.

//I am unable to entertain my partner here, please arrange an alternative. I also require a short time to prepare the necessary. An hour will be sufficient. Unbreakable.//

He read back over his polite words then hit send.

******

Draco had never been so grateful that his mother had gone to the house in Paris for a month. He had Malfoy Manor all to himself, he’d roamed the rooms for days waiting for his shot at the game. He was growing impatient; he was a Malfoy, who were they to keep him waiting? Well he would show them, he wasn’t about to be pushed around.

A tiny voice whispered at the back of his mind that he liked the idea of being pushed around. He tried to ignore it, but what was the point in arguing with himself, it wasn’t like he could fool his own mind. Hell, he’d tried for long enough. So, he was gay… big deal. Even his mother hadn’t fainted at that news. That he wanted to be dominated, taken and used for another’s pleasure was a little more difficult for him to get to grips with. He’d looked into it quite a bit after seeing a muggle DVD, but he’d never had the nerve to try it.

The worst thing was admitting to himself that the animosity that he’d carried for Potter all the way through school had been redirected desire. It was the truth though, and scarier still was, the only one he could imagine submitting to willingly was Harry Potter. He had to admit, at least he had the power to be worthy of such a gift. But still…Harry ‘golden boy’ Potter?! He sighed.

Draco reached his bedroom and headed for his laptop. It was permanently on standby, he spent many hours amusing himself in chat rooms of late. Cyber submission was the closest he’d ever got, but he was too wilful even for that. He was often told he was a brat and not a true submissive. It infuriated him; those people knew nothing about him and had no right to pass such judgement.

The ex-slytherin logged in to the group and opened the first new message. His grey eyes picked out his name first. With an excited nervousness dancing in his stomach, he returned his gaze to read from the beginning.

“Figging? What in Merlin’s name is figging?” He spoke aloud in his clipped English accent.

He looked at the other name and wondered what the man would be like. In a sort of daze he ran his finger over his own username ‘little dragon’ and sighed. The next couple of messages were a reply from his proposed partner and the Game Master’s response to the request for an alternative location, it asked if he was able to entertain.

Draco clicked reply and sent a response, to the effect that his partner was welcome there.

He had only just stood up from the computer when a noise made him turn around. The teenaged blond looked from the tall brunette with the collar to the short muscular guy beside him. Draco swallowed hard. He hadn’t been expecting them so soon and he’d wanted to look up more info on this ‘figging’ thing.

The pet smiled at the good looking blond in front of him. He was tall, over 6’, with grey eyes, that at the moment looked stormy and troubled. His frame was slender, dressed in jeans and a snug t-shirt, his face classically aristocratic in structure. A quiet growl from beside him brought his attention back to the moment. He blushed, slightly.

“Draco Malfoy, this is Logan… Logan, Draco.” He introduced them with a happy smile.

Leaning in to Logan’s ear he whispered, “he’s a wizard, before you start ask him for his wand…oh… and it’s his first time, he’ll be…bratty.”

The feral Canadian was about to respond, when that tinkling sound signalled that he was too late. He looked at the young blond; his enhanced mutant senses telling him all kinds of interesting things about his emotional state. He smiled his most pleasant smile and took a step nearer, his hand clutching the small bag that held what he needed.

“Relax kid, I ain’t gonna bite.” He inclined his head to the spot the brunette had vanished from. “He told me ta ask ya fer ya wand.” He held out his hand, his tone was fairly soft compared to his usual, but there was no doubt that he expected obedience.

Draco looked at him, the man was strongly built, handsome in a rugged way. He looked like the kind of man who wasn’t normally messed with. Dark hair combed back and stubble roughened face. He had compelling blue eyes and the young man found himself desiring the strangely rugged man. But handing over his wand? That was a whole something else.

“Kid, if ya don’t give me the that wand, I’m callin’ our friend back an’ leaving.” Logan watched as a pout formed on the blond’s face. He suspected he was a spoilt brat, always used to getting his own way. Well, things would be different with him.

“I’m not a kid.” Came the petulant reply.

The feral snorted, “Damn near everyone’s a kid ta me.” His hand didn’t retract; he held it there patiently. “And the pouting won’t work on me either.”

Draco reached into the back of his jeans, took his wand out and he slapped it down in the other man’s hand. It earned him a quiet growl, but nothing was said as he watched as the wand was pushed into the side pocket of the bag he was holding.

Logan set the bag aside; they were going to have to do something else before he tried with the kink of the day. He needed the boy to relax and trust him. He pulled the massage lotion from his bag, and smiled at him.

“Why don’t ya get outta them clothes, darlin’.” He encouraged, as he pulled his own white t-shirt off over his head. He crouched and unlaced his boots, pulling them off and setting them neatly aside.

There was hesitation, where the blond looked at him uncertainly. Then he was looking at that massive hairy chest, his jeans felt suddenly tight.

Logan tilted his head and studied him carefully; he could scent arousal, nervousness and a small hint of fear. Noticing that it was going to be ideal for restraining the boy, he tossed the bottle of oil onto the large four-poster bed, and then stepped close to Draco. He could almost see the inner battle going on with the boy.

“Tell me what ya need, darlin’?” The Canadian was working hard to soften his usual gruffness, he wasn’t entirely sure of its success, but he tried anyway.

“I…” The blond wizard dropped his eyes to his shoes, he shuffled his feet, and he felt young and stupid. He cursed the Malfoy pride. “I…need you to make me.”

Logan used his index finger to raise that downcast face and considered the statement a moment, then gave a single sharp nod. The boy needed to be put in the position where he felt like the choice was not his, he could do that. “Tell me your safe word, boy?”

Draco looked thoughtful, “Red.” He said, finally.

Logan nodded again. He grabbed a hand full of blond hair and pulled the boy’s face down level with his own. “Now, ya can strip yerself, or we can do I can do it fer ya, and I won’t be s’ kind on yer clothes.” He let the growl echo through his words, extending a single claw out to the side. He watched as the boy swallowed hard.

“O…Ok.”

“Ok?” He growled again. “The proper response is “Yes, Sir. Try it, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.” Draco’s voice was quiet, and it sounded to himself like he squeaked. The tone and change in attitude had sent blood rushing to his cock.

The blade that had come out of the man’s hand both terrified and intrigued him. The man was powerful and worthy; he would be able to give in because he could easily tell himself he had no choice.

Logan let go of the handful of hair, roughly pushing him away from him. He smirked as the boy who’d stood before him not so long ago, silently protesting, was replaced by an eagerly compliant one. The t-shirt was stripped off and tossed over the back of the chair, the pale skin reddened as long slender hands unbuttoned and slid down his jeans, leaving him stood in black boxer briefs. He hesitated then.

“Them too, or I’ll cut ‘em off ya.” Logan pointed to the shorts; he could already smell the arousal and see the outline of an impressive hard on.

Cheeks burning with embarrassment, Draco lowered his shorts. His hands were shaking slightly, but he didn’t stop until they slid all the way to the ground. He stepped out of them, picked them up and added them to the pile of clothes on the chair. His skin felt like it was prickling with goose bumps, but not from the cold. He held his hands in front of him to preserve his rapidly fading modesty.

The Canadian stepped forward and slapped the hands away. “Show me.”

They fluttered away, and to the older man’s amusement the blush deepened even further. Logan reached a hand out to feel and assess the cock that was so hard it was almost vertical. He stroked the pale flesh, finding it to be every bit as silky as it looked.

Draco moaned and bit his lip at the sensation of that rough hand on his sensitive erection. He gasped and tried to thrust up into the hand. The moment he did, the hand was removed. He groaned his frustration, looking into amused eyes.

“Ya only get what pleasure I choose ta give ya, boy.” Logan told him gruffly. “Ya understand?”

The blond gasped at that idea and nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

The Canadian ran a hand up the alabaster chest, fingers caressing its silky softness. “Down on yer knees, boy.” He said suddenly and took a step back.

There was a hesitation from Draco and it caused Logan to emit a low growl. That was enough to send the young blond down onto his knees. He remembered the things he’d read on the net and the things that had been said in cyber chats. He spread his thighs, but was so self-conscious it was only a little way. His back was straight as always and his butt rested on his heels. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, but gathered folding them in his lap would be out; so instead he held them behind his back, one hand gripping the other wrist. He couldn’t bring himself to look up though and his head was bent to look down at the ground.

Logan was pleased with the posture for a first time. “Spread yer thighs a bit more.” He instructed.

The blond obeyed.

“That’s very good, boy.” He ran his hand through the fine silky hair, letting it tickle his fingers as he stroked it. “Keep yer hands where they are.”

Logan used his free hand to unfasten his fly and pulled out his thick hard cock. He moved in close to Draco and with the hand that was in his hair, he pulled him the rest of the way to his crotch.

“Suck me, darlin’. Show me what ya can do with that mouth of yers.” He encouraged still gripping that hair.

That sweet tongue darted out and flickered over the head, tentatively. Logan gasped at that first touch, his hand flexed and released, then was joined by the other hand. He held the blond’s head steady while he went to work.

Draco had only given a few blowjobs but he had received plenty, he knew what felt good on him and hazarded that it would work in this case too. The hands on his head were arousing, they reminded him of his position, that he really had no choice in this unless he wanted it all to stop. He took the head into his mouth and sucked on the first inch or so. He’d never seen such a thick cock and the idea of it stretching his mouth wide was intoxicating. He felt like a cock sucking slut and wouldn’t have minded if that’s what he was being called. His own dick pulsed at the thought.

Thin, pale pink, lips slowly made their way down Logan’s shaft as he watched that mouth stretched around him. It made such a pretty sight.

“That’s it, boy, suck it. Show me how much you love to suck cock.” He growled.

It spurred the young man on; he stroked his tongue against the underside over and over as he slid his lips up and down. Draco sucked at the hard rod eagerly; he wanted the reward that would come with a job well done. He was a high achiever, always wanting to excel in anything he did.

Logan gripped at the silky hair and started to thrust his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of that hot wet mouth. The young man seemed to realise that it was best to just relax in the grip and allow his mouth to be fucked. The feral mutant’s rhythm was slow and not particularly deep, he felt the suction around his cock as he pulled out, that released as he pushed back in. He could also feel the tongue rasping against the underside. He was breathing harshly and his balls were pulled up tight. He moaned deeply, it turned into a growl and he pushed back in and came hard; filling the waiting mouth with his spunk.

Gasping, Logan told him “Swallow it, boy.”

He watched a slight grimace flicker in the boy’s face before he felt the swallowing around his cock. It caused him to moan and a final trickle made its way out. With a satisfied smile, he pulled his cock from that pliant mouth.

Draco licked his lips; he had his own smile on his face as his eyes peeked up from under white blond lashes. He looked almost angelic like that. Logan growled, with desire.

“Up on the bed, on yer hands and knees.”

Watching as the young wizard climbed up and positioned himself right in the middle of the bed on all fours, Logan put his cock away and zipped back up. He reached for the bag. Inside he had stashed the prepared ginger root, he’d peeled and shaped it to resemble a butt plug, with a flange to stop it slipping all the way in and a ridge so that it wouldn’t just pop back out. The Canadian set the zip-lock bag aside and pulled out the restraints he’d brought.

Draco was on edge, he’d never been in a position like this before, but he was also feeling like Logan understood his need to not have a choice. He was a brat, that much he knew to be true, and if given even the smallest opportunity he would react. His partner in this was obviously a strong dom, he knew how to gain compliance. And the young wizard had to concede, that in a rugged and rough kind of way, he was sexy.

The mutant moved to the bed and fastened the leather cuffs around the blond’s slender wrists, connecting them together, he then ran a chain from them to the head of the bed and fastened it back on itself to secure it. He watched with some amusement, as the young man couldn’t resist pulling to test them. He tested the fastenings on the cuffs by trying to pull them apart then tested the chain by pulling back on it. Only then was he satisfied and settled, his head dropping submissively.

Logan was pleased with the visual effect; it was simple but so telling. The tall thin youth, positioned obediently on the bed, his head bowed not in defeat but in acquiescence. He ran a hand along the sleek pale back and over the perfect bubble butt. The burly man gave a light swat to one ass cheek, then the other. The young man gasped but didn’t try to pull away.

Grinning to himself, he retrieved the zip-lock bag and headed to the en suite bathroom that he’d noticed. He took the root from the bag and ran it under the cold water; it was the only lube that could be used or it would it would prevent the full sensation getting through. When he returned to the boy, Logan was pleased that he hadn’t moved from how he’d left him. Crawling up onto the bed, he spread the pale globes, leaned in and swiped his tongue over the tiny pucker. It elicited a moan from Draco and he smiled, triumphantly. The cool wet tip of the root touched the tiny pucker and a shiver ran along the young man’s body.

Not letting him wonder about the sensation, Logan slowly pushed the shaped root in, not pausing until it fitted all the way in, only stopped by the flange. There was a moan of pleasure at the sensation of being filled and a wriggle of that cute butt as Draco tried to feel more of it. The feral Canadian sat back and waited, he was mentally counting down the time.

It was only a couple of minutes later that the slight wriggling stilled and the blond head snapped up.

“What the??” Draco cried out as he felt the slow cool burn start in his ass.

A smirk tugged at Logan’s lips and he watched and waited. The boy writhed a little as if trying to dislodge the root plug, but that soon stilled when he realised that his movements were making it worse.

In Draco’s ass a fire had been lit, white heat clawed at the walls and he whimpered. It felt good and bad at the same time, but then the heat continued to increase. His eyes watered and his head dropped again as his arms began to shake.

Logan kept a check on the reactions and the time. After 5 minutes he stepped back up to the boy and started to land light swats to his butt.

Draco cried out in surprise and then again, as the responding clench of his ass only increased the fire in his ass. The tears broke free and ran down his cheeks. He didn’t beg, Malfoy’s don’t beg, but Merlin he wanted to, he wanted to beg and plead and offer to do anything to make it stop. His mind had completely forgotten the agreed upon safe word.

Keeping up the swats to the butt with one open palm, Logan reached around the boy’s waist with the other and wrapped the other hand round his cock. He was more than a little surprised to find the young blond’s cock was hard and dripping. He stroked it firmly a few times, and then stopped, he smirked as the slim hips started to move to try and thrust the cock into his big hand. The sudden flash of fire caused a loud cry of pleasure-pain and Draco all but reared up and stilled in his thrusting.

The swats continued to rain down, stinging the skin. That pale behind was now a pleasant blushing shade of pink. Logan knew that the boy would be squirming from his hand if it weren’t for the ginger fire in his ass. The kid learned fast, that was for sure.

Checking the time, he saw 10 minutes had passed since the boy had started to react. He stroked the silky smooth cock again, just enough to keep the boy’s pleasure coursing through his veins, but not enough to bring him to the edge. This time when he stopped, the hips didn’t thrust, and he grinned. Training a boy that learned so quickly would be an absolute delight and he envied whoever managed to collar him.

Logan twisted the plug in the boy’s ass then slowly started to fuck it in and out. The large man was rock hard again; the bulge of his erection was evident under the denim of his jeans.

Draco cried out over and over as the root slid over the sensitive skin, sending jolts of heat through him. He gasped for air, his lungs feeling too small in his chest. Sweat dripped from his brow, mixing with the moisture from his tears as it splashed down onto the bed covers. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so totally aware of his body, particularly that part that was being slowly and methodically fucked. He would not beg.

It had been 15 minutes and the cries had lessened, the salty tang of tears in the air had decreased too. Logan wanted to pull that plug out and plunge his hard cock into that fluttering hole. He wanted to fuck the young man slowly until he felt the prickle of heat push him over the edge and cause him to spill his seed inside the young man. He growled at the mental image that those thoughts produced.

Releasing his fly, the feral pulled his hard cock out with one hand while the other hand continued to slowly stroke Draco’s cock. He stroked both of them off together, his pace increasing, drawing them both closer, he wanted to cum so badly.

The youth mewled and no longer caring about the burn in his ass he thrust into the stroking hand. “Oh Merlin…Please?” He cried out…and his resolve not to beg crumbled at the deep rumble from behind.

“Please… Sir… please let me cum?” He gasped out.

Logan’s hand squeezed around both cocks in tandem and his cum spurted out and splattered over the boy’s ass cheeks and thighs. That was all it took to send the young blond over the edge and he cried out, emptying his own offering onto the bed covers. Gasping for air, Logan pulled the ginger out and tossed it towards his bag. He rolled over onto his back, stretching out alongside Draco. He looked up into wide grey eyes and lips that were parted as he panted, his body trembling from his release.

Giving a small smile of pride, he pulled the boy down to lay part on him, cradled in his arms, without releasing the cuffs. Logan murmured words of praise and comfort, soothing the young man and congratulating him on doing so well.

The words washed over Draco and he smiled a soft, genuine, smile. He felt so totally relaxed, this was what he’d been missing, it was what he’d been waiting for, for so long and it was what he needed. Logan seemed to know that, but as much as that seemed to be true, he knew that the strong man wasn’t whom he was meant to belong to. Perhaps though, it would make it that bit easier to give himself to the one who had owned his heart for so long.

******

When the pet looked up at his Master, he was surprised to see him looking misty eyed and full of pride. A look he’d only seen on the man previously directed at himself. He felt a stab of jealously, even though he knew it was stupid. His Master only wanted him, that had been made clear on may occasion, but he still had trouble believing it sometimes.

He’d had ginger root used on him before, and he had to admit that he liked it… it was the sort of pain that gave him a deep satisfaction. He wasn’t worried about them emulating this particular scene in the slightest. He moved and rubbed his cheek against his Master’s thigh, causing a long thin-fingered hand to descend and play with his hair.