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Cue Thunder

Well, there seemed to be trouble in paradise. The two boys were now at each other as if Adam and Eve, though with Hale taking the role of Eve in her more shrewish forms. Placing the full blame on her would be as likely as the old song about Judas selling out Jesus so he didn't have to own up to his sister taking silver from him. Still, this boy was all the stereotypes of a female, with the snobbery of a spinster duchess to boot. Igor found the chains for the dates hidden outside the half wrecked area. He begn to pull them with an unimagined stregth, raising it high enough for the others to pass. "Come along." Victor ordered as he moved behind the others carefully, then started pushing them into the entrance. "We need to find you some rooms. Is there anything you will be needing fetched from your cabin?"

Igor followed after them, allowing the iron gate to lower slowly so that it didn't break. None-the-less, it clanged like a church bell when dropped the last foot. "Both of you, make yourselves useful and begin to remove the clothes from the body. They are too good to go to waste." The Igor headed to the cart, easilly lifting the man as he walked to a table, dumping the body on it. "Afterwards you will will strip yourselfs and clean each other. No dirtiness allowed in the castle." THe Igor pulled off his own shirt, exposing scars and large muscles. He went off to the side while Victor waited, returning in a few minutes with buckets of water and some sponges. "Get too it."
 
Mr. Hale shivered as he heard the iron gate shut with a ear-splitting boom. There would be no easy way out from this prison... The castle walls were high, and if one wasn't careful they would find themselves strewn upon the rocks off the cliff face. He wasn't all too keen to approach the hunchback again after that display. The man must have been holding back before when he was slamming him into the ground. No doubt if he'd actually been trying to harm him, Everhett would have had much more than bruises.

He caught the tail end of the thin man's sentence. "No... No I can't recall anything.. clothes perhaps," he mumbled. What good would money do him here?


"I'd like my razor and mirror..." Mr. Bourg added respectfully after Mr. Hale had said his piece. Shaving. It was a habit born out of his profession and ingrained in him, something Mr. Hale had yet to bother with.


The limp body set on the table. Both men stood by, until the space was lighted and Igor moved aside. Javier set to work; stripping the musty clothes off the cold man's pale body carefully and setting them on the table. He tried not to choke on the stench of unwashed, half-dead rank flesh. As he moved the pasty, clammy limbs to work the clothes free, Everhett Hale looked on with his nose wrinkled. Mr. Hale shifted slightly on sore feet, his body aching, waiting until Igor returned. Apprehensively he approached the slouching man, trying not too let his gaze settle for too long on the ropes of muscle that made up the man's arms and padded his chest and abdomen,

"Igor... I can't be useful if my arms are bound..." He looked up at the man, using his name again and hoping the binds would be cut and allow him to stretch his sore joints, "I can't wash myself."
 
"Ask your buddy if you want help washing." The Igor said, not mentioning how 'Igor' was more of a position than a name. "Unless you are wanting me to clean you myself...?" Seriously though, how hard was it to bend his neck over, take one of the laces, and try pulling it until it untied? Sounded as if the boy had ruined his relationship with his friend, though. Meant he was now at the bottom of the food chain, in oh-so-many ways. "A nice warm bath with potatos and carrots might help you." Off to the side his employer was bolting the various deadlocks in the door and checking that the cauldron of oil was still set and ready above the murderhole. "You can borrow the razor used to clear hair before surgery until we can fetch it." Victor said while picking the things off value from the clothes. Looked like he had tried taking some of his wealth with him, by the looks and weight of the buttons of the cadaver... "Igor, put something back on, I will have no more of your jokes about turning people into your muscles." Victor apparently did not put much weight in the clues about cannibalism. Igor scoffed and flexed to show off his belly to Hale while Victor headed off to find some cold cuts and bread.
 
Everhett bit back a insult. I don't want help washing, I want these binds off. He paled when the hint of eating his flesh came up again, eyes flicking over to the thin man who seemed rather unperturbed about it. Joke? He's not... He's not joking though... Mr. Hale watched as the man left, leaving him with-- He scowled, looking away from the brawn of Igor's stomach. He didn't fancy ending up in it.


Javier finished with pulling off the ghoul's undergarments, puzzled about why it hadn't spoken yet, like it had in the tomb... He began to undress, striping quickly unashamed. His soiled clothing went in a pile on the floor beside the buckets, as he dunked a sponge, bringing it to his face first. He stopped washing as he noticed Mr. Hale sidle over.

"Javier... The cannibal wants to wash me." Disgust practically radiated off of Everhett.

The valet didn't say anything, undressing him and picking up a sponge and setting to work on the battered flesh of his previous employer. He washed the dirt and grime carefully out of the boy's wounds, traveling down his body until he reached his hips. Only a second of hesitation, then the sponge swept over the soiled genitals where the slouching man had wiped the mud of his shovel prior.

Everhett twitched, unable to keep the blood from pooling in his gut. Sensitivity there from the cold air hitting the wet, probing sponge. Finally, Mr. Bourg kneeled, raising his heels to clean out the dirt and small rocks from the bloodied feet. Frowning, he picked the boy up and sat him on the table so his feet hung off. Glancing around and finding only the hunchback, Javier addressed him unsure of what liberties he was allowed to take.

"May I untie him?" He then gestured towards the boy's feet, "he'll need bandages as well." The valet's voice was cool and detached, trying not to provoke either's ire.
 
'Seemed that even the servant could lift up hale.' The Igor thought, having followed the servant's body with his eyes as he stripped down. Such pale skin. Not as soft as Hale, but a decent wrinklage from actually moving around other than for polo tournaments. "He won't need to walk much when he's going to be spending all his time on his back, knees, or stomache." Igor crooned to Hale, once again tormenting him psychologically. There was a reason why Igors were classified as good servants. They were horrid superiors, taking pleasure in ever bit of discomfort and pain that arose from the power they held over their inferiors. And Hale was still trying to do it, it would seem. "He isn't your master anymore." The Igor told the servant as he watched him stand infront of the aroused boy. "You can do whatever you like to him."

Victor was off doing his own thing at this time. Bread and coldcuts were fetched of course, but he did get a bit sidetracked along the way. There was some interesting mold that had crept into the freezer which apparently came from spores sucked into the fans. The caveman was still doing nicely, slowly being prepared for breaking down the middle as a model for the human anatomy. Beer was doing well. Very well. Not as well as the stuff already in the wine cellar, but still should end up pretty good. He passed the room where Igor made his sausage, as he wouldn't want to invade his privacy, then headed back up to the stairs, collecting some of the sausages hung outside the room. "They behaving?" Victor asked as he reentered the main hall, thinking about how he needed to fix that dumbwaiter that went from the summit to the base of the mountain. He tossed a large sausage to Igor, who tapped it on his lap, bringing attention to the even larger "tube" inside his pants. as he watched the two boys.
 
Mr. Hale glared over at Igor, the barbarian hadn't even tried to conceal his motives. The images that snuck into his mind twisted in his stomach, making him want to vomit. Everhett shifted on the table, trying to hide the erection brought about by the sponge's ministrations that hung just a fraction above his thighs. Just erect enough to be obvious. He scowled,

"What are you waiting for, idiot? Untie me." He hissed at Javier, his embarrassment making his tongue sharp and his tone poisonous.

Mr. Bourg turned to his previous employer, meeting his eyes. Mr. Hale saw something flicker behind the normally passive orbs... something that forebode a deeper undercurrent. He didn't like it. Cold brown eyes regarded him without their usual warmth, then his former servant did something that sent a jolt through him. Javier tugged the binds free slowly with one hand, the other trailing a finger leisurely up the side of his erection.

Mr. Hale's mouth dropped open, for once unable to formulate words. The valet's steady gaze didn't waver, seemingly drinking in the heat that rushed to the boy's face.

Slap.

Javier's cheek stung from where Everhett's backhand had connected. There was a heavy pause, neither of them speaking. He slowly turned his face back towards the boy, removing his hand from his thigh.

Mr. Hale was trembling with fury, both hands now covering himself as he shrunk away from the servant's icy glare. Mr. Bourg took a breath, seeming to collect himself, then took the shoes and binds from beside the boy, leaving the sponge in his lap. He returned to the buckets, picking up another sponge and finished washing himself in silence.



Javier's brows knotted, thinking over what he had just done. With the hunchback's taunting permission echoing in his head, and the sting of his former employer's insults... After all he'd done for him... He had lost it. Perhaps it was the bloodloss.. but Javier knew that was just him making excuses.

He had wanted to see that brief glimpse of humiliation in Mr. Hales eyes. Bring him down to his level after this night of whiplash. Like the hulking man had said, they were equals now. And he was tired. Not only from the gash in his arm and the new line of work that forced him to walk a precarious line to stay alive, but also with Everhett's constant degradation of him. There was no need for the boy to be so aloof now. Especially not in his current position. The years of insults had welled up in his mind with the boy's last word, and he... He simply didn't think. Seeing a weakness, he acted.

Javier returned the sponge to the bucket, shaking off as much water from his skin as he could, though it didn't keep the shaking at bay. The night was bitterly cold. He didn't turn back around to look at Mr. Hale, who was rubbing the last of his blood sulkily off his elbows. Javier didn't wish to face the man's mouth. He'd hate him for that, surely. The valet regretted having teased him that way, taking advantage of the young man's sensitivity. He was no better than the monster who sat guard from a chair nearby. Unable to control that unexpected flare of anger against his former master for letting him bend willingly into servitude to madmen, thinking it the right decision, and not having the backbone to at least save himself. Fool. The thought surprised him. He would have never condemned Mr. Hale, as he simply thought the boy detached and wounded by a faulty family. The chaos of the night and unexpected suffering seemed to change that however, his eyes opening up to just how selfish the boy could be.

With clenched teeth, he began to unwrap the bloodied bandage around his forearm to check the wound. It was deep. He would need to suture it... Though it would most likely be a clumsy job, as he hadn't any experience with medical tools, or healing bad wounds. Javier huffed, throwing the blood-soaked bandages atop the pile of dirty, torn clothing. Perhaps it was best this way... With Mr. Hale hating him. It would make the suffering the boy would endure at the hands of his brute of a captor at least a little bearable for himself, without Everhett running to him for help.
 
It wasn't perfect, bit it had managed to draw the two away from each other. "You going to allow that?" The Igor asked as he moved about to help Victor with the cauldron. "Why not go a bit further? Out of respect for me having first dibs? He moved to Hale, hand grabbing the boy's toosh as he brought the large sausage to Hale's mouth. "You can eat tonight so long as you don't use your teeth. "He brought the sausage to his own mouth, biting off the tip and swallowing, before lowering it to Hale's lips again. "Bite and you lose your teeth. Suck out your fill." It certainly wouldn't be easy for him to do so. It would be good for him to get the practice, though. "Servant, whatever your name is. Who's bed will you be wanting? Mine or the Master's?" He nibbled on Hale's ear gently while a hand wrapped around him and held onto his cock. "How about Hale's until he is ready for me?"

Arriving back from tha cauldron a few minutes after the bed commenting came the student. Victor was disgusted. It was terribly improper to be so public about this, even if it was only the four of them. He didn't really respect any of the three, even if he admitted some of the Igor's skills. Didn't mean he had to think highly about him. "Wait..." He muttered to himself as he saw the bloody rags being removed. He had almost forgotten about testing Hale's bloodtype. If it matched the uncle the boy would be getting rather paler in the coming days. "Come here, servant." Victor ordered to Javier, then begana to examine his arm whenever he might so decided to follow the orders. "It seems that I may have done something wrong with this. Do you wish for me to fix it?" He seemed to pay no attention to the nude body, having disected his fair share of them.
 
Javier turned to watch as the hunchback approached Mr. Hale, rubbing a sausage across the boy's lips.

Everhett turned his head away, shooting daggers at Javier with his eyes, but a loud growl of the boy's stomach gave him away. Everhett's glare left the valet to gaze longingly at the sausage. He hadn't eaten since they had arrived... And the smell of the meat made his mouth water. Blue eyes watched closely as the sausage was raised to Igor's mouth, then lowered slowly to his. He opened his mouth greedily, but froze when the orders were given by the man controlling the meal.

Suck?

How was he supposed to get anything from a sausage by sucking it? It was ridiculous, and he had a sneaking suspicion the man was toying with him again, for there was no possible rational reason behind sucking at a sausage... but his stomach growled again.

Everhett made up his mind; wrapping his mouth around the thick circumference, trying to suck out the insides. His lips slipped free with a loud pop, the boy's face darkening in annoyance. Ridiculous. It was hard to do, and made his cheeks hurt, but he finally got a clue as to how to coax the fluids of the sausage out, bringing with it the soft parts of the insides which he swallowed hungrily.



The sounds of Mr. Hale's slurping was getting to Javier. It was disgusting, but slightly arousing to see the boy lap eagerly at the thick meat that dangled lazily from the man's fingers. He shook his head to rid himself of the thought, refusing to answer the hunchback's question.

"Javier." Mr. Bourg corrected him. And neither. He just wanted a nice warm bed he could rest wearily in and forget this night... But with the way the Igor's tone implied he wondered if he would be allowed that.

The master returned, and Javier turned away from the hunchback's goading looks to hold out his arm to the doctor, trying not to shiver too severely as he examined it. "Yes, sir. If you would." He felt relief wash over him, even though he knew the man was insane. No doubt it would be better if the doctor stitched him, Javier's unskilled fingers would only make a infected mess of his own flesh.



Everhett felt the warm, calloused hand wrap around his erection, causing him to almost bite the sausage. He stopped himself on account of the man's threat; wishing to keep his teeth he carefully releasing the sausage's end,

"Stop..." His hands pushed at the large one that held his cock, his arousal growing as the heat from the man's hand chased away the cold of the night air on his damp skin, "Don't.." The nibbling on his ear made him raise a shoulder in protest, one hand going to the man's chest to push against it in vain. The heat of his body was a welcome difference from the freezing air, but the attentions were unwanted, and so the boy squirmed, trying to put space between them.
 
Victor looked over the arm a bit more before leaving, returning five minutes later with a satchel. He took the boys arm again, seemingly contemplating strapping it dow to an old chair with a belt, but decided against it. More out of the rickityness of the furniture than anything. "You seem to be healing, though not at the proper rate. Have you going anything stressful with this arm?" Victor sat on the more stable wheelbarrow, apparently paying no attention to what had obviously happened. "Bloodletting might be the best thing in this sort of situation, but I have run out of containers to hold it in. He turned as he noticed the swuirming from Hale. "Stop that. You'll catch a cold if you keep that up." Then the arousal was shown when he moved around a bit. "Vulgar. Well, nothing a little blood letting won't help." He had already begun cleaning Javier's wound and had decided on leaving any stiching alone as the wound wasn't excessively deep and the Igor tended to do the sewing.

Yes, he was toying with them. It was always so much fun to have guests, as that singing candlestick from the French countryside had so elequontly sang."Don't stop?" The Igor asked as his calloused fingers lightly pumped Everhett's cock, which he showed off quite clearly to Hale, who he intended to have raping the boy in his arms within a week. Victor hadn't seemed to have any interest in anyone since his fiance died some years ago at the hand of his first creation, so he had to get his fun where he could find it. "You better finish your meat if you want to be fed anything else." He moved his face to the opposing shoulder, where he nestled his face, lightly biting at the boy's cheek. "You're far too skinny." Then, as any person who had built there own body could, he deliberatly had his stomache growl. He didn't want to be a one-trick pony, but there was just so much fun to be had doing this. Plus he usualy used the people up before he began to repeat himself.
 
Everhett set his jaw as the man's hand began to move, his stomach muscles clenching. "No.. Stop.." He pushed against the chest that drew closer, nauseated that his body was betraying him. That he couldn't control it- Will down his arousal at the hands of another man. He couldn't be aroused by a man, certainly not. The deep voice directed him to the sausage that hung before his mouth, the boy's eyes flicking to the meat as it was brought closer. A bad decision. He caught a glimpse of his erection being worked inside the tormentingly slow paw; it's circumcised head flushed full with blood, the lanternlight reflecting off a dribble of precum. Everhett blushed and grimaced, forcing himself to breathe through his nose. Unthinkable, a man doing this to him…

The boy quaked against his will as the hot breath breathed over his cheek, the sharp teeth that tugged at him soon after chasing the shiver of arousal away with fear. Too… Skinny…? The man's stomach rumbled then. Suddenly Mr. Hale had lost his appetite.

"I-I'm not hungry." He mumbled with some difficulty, voice strained and shallow. Everhett shut his eyes, trying to writhe out of the arm around his waist, but found he was tethered to his spot; the struggling only pulled at his cock making him squeeze his eyes shut further. The boy's fingers shook on Igor's stroking hand, feeble now in their protests to push it away. He moved his hand up to the man's arm, digging into the cords of muscle as he fought bucking up into his grip. I don't want this! A man... Everhett moaned in his mind; his lips set in a taunt line to keep himself from panting. Revolting.. This bastard of a-.. His body said otherwise, shivering against the larger man's warm flesh.



Javier ignored with difficulty the sounds of hitched breathing coming from the table behind him. He knew what he would see if he turned. He didn't know if he could deal with the reaction it might bring. The bite of the doctors cleaning thankfully drew his attention away. The doctor was being bizarre yet again, confusing the servant with his yammering. Had he lost his memory? Did he really not remember that he had been the one to slice him open, then demand he drag and transport the ghoul? Javier didn't say anything, choosing to watch as his rendered flesh was cleaned.

"Sir, are there any spare clothes I may wear?" He asked carefully, trying not to show just how uncomfortable the night air was, but the bumps on his damp skin showed different.
 
Looked like a Yid. Few Gentiles had their foreskins snipped off. "Seems you're a little injured down here. You need help healing it?" His broad pecs pressed against the shoulders of the boy as he continued his ministration, soaking in the wrongness that Hale felt for him doing that, his own arousal pushing through his pants and pressingg against the boy's leg. "Want me to kiss it better?" His tongue flicked out, moving along the line of the Englisman's chin as he broke in his toy. "You seem to like this. How does your old servant feel about this, you think? You slep him when he only brushes his hand over you whenn getting you untied, yet you hold on to me as if you want more. Do you just find me more attractive than him? Or does he make you shy?" He pulled the boy's head to the side, surrounding his lips with his own.

"There is a pile of clothing on the ground there." Victor said uncaringly, signalling to the clothing just ahead of where Hale was being molested. "You can borrow some of my things for sleeping in tonight. The sheets will scrape you up otherwise. And without the sheets you would freeze." He bent over, looking over the naked body of Javier, examining the various areas where he had been hit by various people that night. "I like you." That came somewhat out of nowhere and didn't seem to match his own thoughts from earlier, but maybe he had some reason. Or was just messing with him. His thinking over flowers brought about a less than savoury interpretation of his thoughts. "Are you good with gardening?" Or not. He had taken to looking over Javier's hands, as if reading the palms. infact he was looking for telltale callouses that would say what he was experienced with. Violins, quills, pens, trowels, needles...
 
Everhett's lip was abused by his teeth as he bit down, fighting to keep his breathing even. It wasn't working. His captor seemed amused by this, making Everhett even more resolved not to let him see him cave in. His shaft throbbed hard under the man's coaxing fingers, every stroke sending a tormenting shiver up his spine. It was pure torture.

He barely registered Igor's comment in his concentration, finding it perplexing. Injured? He had injuries from the man that blighted his skin, but his penis? He didn't know what the man meant. Wasn't it custom for the prevailing religion of their time to circumcise their males? The confusion was wiped clean when something hot and wet dragged along his jaw. The boy twitched in the man's fingers.

Anger boiled in Everhett's gut as he heard the Igor's comment, but he didn't respond as he spoke. If he opened his mouth now, he'd only degrade himself further. Instead, Everhett choked back the desperate sounds that were steadily creeping up his throat. Yes, and Javier wouldn't hurt me- I think- I know! Unlike you, cannibal.. Mr. Hale rationalized in his head, refusing to believe the hunchback had any sort of influence over him, other than fear. It was the threat of the burly man's temper that kept him in check. Surely. He had felt the man's anger already, spurred by a few insults. He didn't know if he'd survive a second round.


Everhett's eyes flew open as he felt his head turned, lips being pressed fast against his own. The boy's eyes widened as he unsuccessfully pushed against the man's broad shoulders. He balked, face twisting into a mixture of arousal and abhorrence. The man's musky scent invaded his nostrils as he breathed in sharply through his nose, his lips covered in his wetness as he tried to shrik away. There was something worse than this... this molestation... this violation. He could feel something hard and warm pressing against one of his dangling legs. It had been insistently pushing against him since he could remember, and he was scared to death to look down to confirm his suspicions.

Breaking away from the kiss, Everhett managed to gulp a few breaths, "L-let go... Let g-go... p-ple-ease..." Wide blue pupils dilated, he stared up at the hunchback, hand trembling on his arm. "I-I can't-…" he whispered feverishly, voice pleading weakly. He heard his own pitifully strangled tone, but the man's strokes drove his anger towards himself out of his head. His mind was betraying him now along with his body; thoughts muddling together as the heat built unbearably tight in his loins. His cock twitched again as the boy's pale neck strained, trying to swallow back the hitched sounds that escaped his wet mouth.




Javier ground his teeth, blocking the hunchback's words from his mind as well as the boy's soft, inviting, mewling sounds. The Igor had commented just loud enough for him to hear. The valet didn't know himself entirely why he had done it... But it was probably for the same reason he wasn't rushing to help his former master now. He looked back at the soiled clothes, sighing. Hopefully he'd have time to find a washing board in the morning. The single shirt Hale had arrived in was ripped and soiled badly, but his clothes hadn't fared too horribly. At least he would have something clean to sleep in tonight.

"Thank you for your generosity." Mr. Bourg was surprised yet again as the man leaned forward to examine him, commenting casually. "Um... Thank you sir." He said awkwardly, kicking himself for doing so immediately afterwards. He was a servant, it was not his place to question his master or act so informally. He didn't know what the man was referring to, but he assumed it was better to be liked than disliked by the doctor.

"Gardening? Yes." His memory jumped back to the Hale estate and the garden his mother tended with his help. Herbs, vegetables, citrus trees. Each had to be cared for in their own way, needing different amounts of sunlight and water..

"The climate here may be a little different than what I'm used to." He said, watching the man's scrutiny of his palms with curiosity. He'd find that Javier was used to manual labor, not anything extreme. He knew how to take care of a household and keep it in order. Faint scars from the nature of his work- shattered teacups and the rare tussle with country boys when he was younger. He'd been careful never to show his battered knuckles around the household though before they healed. The old master Hale wouldn't have found it pleasing to know the son of his servants participated in lowly brawls. They'd long since faded, his hands now showing basic writing skills and the diligent fingers of one who had to keep busy atop of the duties of a rather demanding employer.
 
"Can't what?" Igor pressed the base of Hale's cock between two fingers so as to prevent him from reaching climax, then proceeded to press his other hand over the various brushes and cuts he had created. "Shame that such perfect skin had to be tarnished." He tisked with disappointment, spittle coming out, then proceeded to press down on the bruises. "But you seem to prefer being hurt and feeling pleasure. Why is that?" He pulled the boy backwards by the neck, releasing his cock. "You like it better when I hurt you?" He forced the boy's head to look at the hardness in his pants before he took the sausage the boy hadn't finished. He exposed his teeth as he took a large bite out of it. He was visibly surprised at something, then looked down at it. "Looks like you sucked it drier than sand." He slid the somewhat hollow sausage down over the boy's cock, then began to squeeze it again.

Victor patted Javier's head, ruffing up the hair before he looked over the man on the table. "Put whatever you aren't wearing onto the laundry shoot." He pulled a chain that had lowered from the ceiling as he walked akwardly over the stone floor. He pulled it and the table began to move, sliding the body down a shoot as Igor held onto Hale. "Are you familiar with man eating plants?" Flames bellowed out of the shoot, to Victor's discomfort. "Could have sworn that one went to the freezer...." Burning hale shot out of the open shoot and he relaxed before pulling the chain again, closing the hole. "Slight malfunction. Are you familiar with polishing silver? We have a large amount of both that and iron spread throughout the area. Never know when guests will arrive."
 
Everhett felt the heat in his stomach pool, tension rising at the sensation of a different hand than his own stroking him. He couldn't disguise his shallow panting now. So close--

"AHg!" The boy gasped out in pain, twisting, pushing his hips up as the fingers clamped on his cock. He tried to push the hand off; the pain of denied release and clenching fingers bringing wetness to his eyes.

The boy raked in a shaky breath as the coarse hand brushed and prodded his raw skin, closing his eyes against the man's spit. "Nnn!.. No, you'll j-just-!"

Another muffled cry was bitten back as the probing hands pressed into his bruises. The mixture of pain and denied pleasure was strange, terrifying, and exciting. He took a couple of halting breaths as the man relented for a second, releasing him. "Y-you'll just h-hurt me a-anywa-"

The boy hissed as the man's hand grabbed his neck; his own hands traveling after the Igor's to try to pull them away from his nape- release the fingers tangled in the brown locks at the base of his head. Instead he found his face forced down, his surprise at the forceful movement making it impossible to close his eyes in time. Oh god... Everhett swore inwardly, his shaking both born from fear of the giant bulge presented proudly to him, and from the sensation of the cold air that rushed over his member now that the man's hand was gone.

But his eyes flew open again- this time when the tightness of the dry sausage was forced down onto his cock. Everhett's mouth hung open in surprise, looking down at the meat encasing himself. Then the man began to squeeze. "N-no..." He breathed, trying to keep his noise down. As much as possible. He hated the way the man made him react. Made him feel.. relief when the hand was returned to his aching member. He twitched inside the sausage. Despite the pain, the boy panted. He wanted release... So badly.



Javier closed an eye as the man ruffled his hair, thinking it strange. He seemed to treat him more as a pet than a servant.

Javier nodded, watching the doctor pull a lever curiously, there was a scraping sound of metal behind him and Javier turned to look, his mouth dropping open as a scream pierced the air.

Flames billowed up from where the uncle's body was deposited, Javier glanced up to see Hale was fine, albeit a terrified, trembling mess. He turned slowly back to the doctor to answer his question prior to the commotion,

"No, No I don't have any experience with that sort of plant..." He said, his voice wavering somewhat from the scene he had just witnessed. He'd be careful to avoid any suspicious-looking parts of the castle grounds in the future. "I can polish sliver.." He said slowly, suspicious it would not be as innocent a job as spoons and forks. One could never tell with the doctor.


The boy had screamed as the table tilted downward, arms shooting out in a panic to wrap tightly around the Igor's neck. He watched, petrified in horror as the gaping pit of flames devoured the body of his uncle. Quaking violently, he clung to the standing man, his chest heaving. A-almost died... The shock had locked his limbs in place, unable to look away from the spot where the pit had been, even when it closed up entirely.
 
By the dry air being sent out of the laundry chute, Igor could tell that the dryer was acting up. "See? Stick by me and I will keep you save." The Igor purred, once again 'The Igor' rather than 'Igor'. "Your heart seems to be beating a bit fast. Is this love?" He onve again was in his hunched state as he allowed his head to be pulled down for Hale to latch onto. "Huh. You seemed to have wet yourself." He raised up the hand that had been clutching the sausage, showing some semen that had leaked from the cock filled lengh of gut. "It seems that you enjoyed that. And infront of your old friend. Think what your parents would say if they ever found out about this. They'd probably disown you, wouldn't they? Not that they would ever come back here to find you." God, he needed something to chew. He was speaking far too clearly for comfort.

"Then you will help in emptying some jars." Victor announced as he began walking to the staircase, signalling for Javier to follow him. "You will polish the hall of silver after our night together is over." Fucking or being in the same building... He didn't specify. Did he need to? "And get yourself something to eat." He commanded, paying little mind to Igor removing the cumfilled sausage from Hale's cock and offering it to his friend with the look on his face saved for nonverbal threats. "Admittedly I am still unsure of what to do with you, but I think we will manage to find something to keep you busy." He ducked as sawblade shot down the stair's bannister. "Ignore that, the decorator had some odd sense of aesthetics. I believe you met him earlier."
 
The hunchback's husky baritone voice broke him out of his frozen state. Slowly one of Everhett's hands going to his face to wipe the traces of his tears and the man's spit from his cheeks. He shuddered in the Igor's arms, shaking his head.

The boy was unable to form words, but he still felt the aggravation spark in him at the man's taunting words. Love? You... You--

Mr. Hale's pale face immediately flushed back to red, watching as the man dangled his sticky fingers before him. He realized he had cum, his cock no longer painfully erect, going flaccid.

"N-no. I didn't en-enjoy it." He whispered hoarsely in denial. He'd deny it all. The mention of his parents made the boy feel sick. It was true. He was supposed to find a nice, pretty woman and settle down to continue the family line. But here he was, at the hands of a monster.

"My parents are dead." Was all he croaked out, coldly looking away from the man in shame. The sausage was pulled off of him- proffered to the doctor, who's disgust with it only furthered Everhett's degradation. His hand went to his limp cock, trying to wipe away the pieces of meat that clung to him, disgusted and confused. He'd never felt anything like being brought, forced, to climax by another, although his climax seemed to have been spurred by fear. But with a man... It was wrong. It was wrong and yet he had cum...


Javier followed nude after the doctor, slightly uncomfortable but nothing unbearable. He didn't ask what the doctor meant by a "night together," though hoping it didn't entail what he saw when they passed the slouching man and Mr. Hale. He grabbed one of the smaller sausages to eat as they left, chewing on the oily meat slowly. He barely registered that the whizzing sound meant danger until the doctor ducked, luckily the valet did the same, his eyes going wide not for the first time that night. Well... now he knew the doctor running out of things for him to do wasn't the least of his worries. He wouldn't chance going anywhere at night in the castle without a guide.
 
The Igor shrugged as Javier went passed the cum filled sausage, a lightbulb going over his head. Looked like his own special suasages wouldn't go to waste. Like black suasages, filled with dry blood, he had a few of his own. Dried semen. And from a fairly large variety of creatures. "Just dead to you, maybe. But they might pay a pretty penny for you to be sent back, so long as you can still bear children." He tickled under the boy's gonads with a smirk as his cock escaped the confines of his pants from scent of the boy's seed, and now rose to the belted area. "One moment." He released his belt a bit, allowing his rather intimidating member to rise from his pants like a snake, exposing a large nob and a scar covered foreskin. "Though renting you out might get me just as much. Not many pretty women who sell there affections up here. You might just manage to do it, with or without being made a eunuch." Not that there was anything wrong with being a eunuch. His family had been getting the best body parts from all over for generatinos. Hence the oversized cock and balls.

"Wait, isn't the moon waning?" Victor snapped to attention after getting to the top of the stairs and a bit down the hall. Quickly, he grabbed the boy into his arms, huffing somewhat, and jumped upon a chair. He pushed himself tightly against the wall, hand clasped over Javier's rump as he pulled him close, some sort of curtain descenting over the area and brushing the ground like a broom. There was no visible effect on the enviroment, but if it gave Victor cause for concern... "This doesn't feel half bad." Or he was just copping a feel.
 
Everhett shifted backwards on the table from the man's fingers teasing his vulnerable sac, his hands going back over his limp cock to shield it from the hunchback.

"N-no, they're really both dead... My brother owns the esta-" He stopped dead, watching as the large fingers left him to fumble with a big belt. His heart rate picked up once more, racing in his chest, knowing exactly what lay beneath the cloth. He could literally see it before it was let loose.

The boy let out a choking sound, his face expressing the panic of a cornered animal. It was huge... and thick. He could see the heavy member pulse with the man's heartbeat, veins prominent and the head almost purple in color. Pointing straight at him.

"R-rent? Women..?" He coughed out, not quite catching on to what he meant, eyes never leaving the enormous organ. He keep his gaze on it and the man, watching carefully for an opening as his eyes flicked away and towards the stairs. Have to get away.. Get away from that.. Thing.

At the mention of becoming a eunuch the terror that was making him shake was simply too much, the boy turned and scuttled as best he could across the table, dropping off the other side and running awkwardly for the stairs. He did not know where he was running, nor if it was the most logical thing to do, but the boy was in a frenzy- fleeing in horror from the rape that the hunchback had promised earlier. Looking for a way out, any way out...


Javier grimaced down at the sausage. It was bitter and salty and-- He dropped it as his arm was grabbed, grunting as he was pulled into the man and then onto a chair on the man's lap. The valet sat still and tense, expecting another gruesome trap to spring into existence, but all that happened was a curtain fell around them. He jerked slightly when he felt the man's hands squeeze his naked ass, causing him to swallow his surprise and look up and away from the man. There was a pause, then Javier looked back down at him. "... What are we doing?"
 
"Wait, isn't the moon waning?" Igor buttered to himself as blades spun down the starsides before vanishing in a curtain that pillowed down the stairs. "DOWN YOU IDIOT!" He tackled the boy, pulling him away from the steps, still wondering why they had just insane things in their building. "Stay close to me unless you want to end up as a paste." The Igor growled as the curtain moved by them. And he was keeping the other very close. He large cock stuck between his lecks, rubbing over the boy's smaller cock from the outside as he frowned downwards. "I think it's time we get you into your quarters."

It may have seemed like some curtain had fallen over Javier, but that was merely lighting issues. The mysterious fabric had went down the hall like a line of marching soldiers, chipping off the varnish of any furniture out of place, before it headed down the stairs. "Avoiding the security system. It really is a bit much, but should be useful if anything tries to escape." Servants or experiments.... The two categories kind of blurred too Victor. "Now then, where were we?" He released Javier to drop onto the floor before stepping down himself, walking onwards and away from the servant. "Finish your food and follow me." He would need to find something else to eat at this point, though. The sausage had vanished from when the curtains sweeped over the hall.
 
The man's deep bellowing voice scared him more than the sound of metal bearing down towards him. The boy froze, his confusion and panic locking his legs in place, when the Igor's hard body collided with his- pulling him out of the way of the blades... It was the second time the Igor had saved his life. It was a cruel fate that had his tormentor be his savior.

Everhett didn't say anything for a moment, trying to calm the small choking gasps that racked in his lungs. The last of his defiant streak easing out of him, the boy just nodded numbly, his fear receptors too overwhelmed to have him think twice about clinging tightly to the lager man.

"I-I just want to s-sl-leep…" He sobbed, finally breaking down under the stress of his situation and burrowing his face into the hunchback's chest. He sought whatever comfort was available, and at the moment it was the Igor's arms. The arms that kept him safe from the death traps of this castle of horrors, but also could crush and harm him quite easily. He didn't trust the man, or like him- nowhere close. His mind hadn't broken that far. He was simply reduced to the state he became when his life was threatened- like a lost child. The shaking boy held tight to his captor, pressing himself closer to the source of warmth. Everhett was cold and felt shamefully vulnerable without any clothes. He tried to stand on his toes- seeking as little contact as possible with the hot rod that prodded between his thighs and rubbed up against his own cock. If only he could sleep he would wake up from this nightmare...


He landed heavily on his back with a "Oomph", wincing from the sudden impact. Javier turned himself onto his hands and knees, groaning a little. I don't think I'll ever get used to that man... The "security system" worried him more however. It didn't seem to have a failsafe, and when he looked around for the remnants of the sausage he found it gone. The valet didn't fancy finding out what happened to a human who stood in it's path. He couldn't help but think the doctor's comment about escaping was for his benefit, a warning of sorts. He'd seen enough of the castle to understand his best chance at survival was to stick close to someone who knew it's workings. Javier righted himself and followed. The sausage had left a bad taste in his mouth, he wasn't too eager to eat anymore of the things.
 
The Igor sighed, looking down at the boy crying into his pecs. It was no doubt somewhat hard for him to change his social position in live so quickly, the issues of his life being endangered aside. And it was cold, of course. He could recognize that without his clothing on, even if the heat from the dryer still came through the floor. "Come, you will sleep tonight and your punishment will come in the morning." He lifted the boy in his arms bridal style, then began walking down a set of stairs into the lower levels of the fortress. It was dark, though he knew the way well enough without light. There weren't too many twists and they soon came to a room with a decent sized, if somewhat beaten bed, tables holding tools everywhere, and some unnatural source of light that glowed, allowing Hale to see the chains at the base of the bed.

"Off we go, then?" Victor looked back to see the boy on all fours, like some animal. An interesting experiment to attempt, no doubt. The two went down another hall before finding some doors off to the side, and took one of them. It was a large master bedroom, conplete with canopy over the bed, it's own toilet room, and some jars of blood. "Shall we begin?" Victor began to strip, showing a more thin body than the Igor, but still with it's own stregth. He headed to a chest of drawers and pulled out two pairs of night clothes. "Try these on when you are done staring at me." He would say this whether or not he was actually being gawked at. Not much reason for anyone to after seeing the Igor, but stranger things had happened.
 
"Punish-punishment?" He managed to stutter before he tensed, being lifted off sore feet and into the man's burly arms.

The Igor carried him with ease down a flight of stairs that Everhett would not have noticed had the Igor not turned into an started to descend. The fingers that strained to hold onto the man's neck tightened considerably as they were plunged into darkness. The hunchback was silent, and for once the boy wished he would say something. The pitch-black of the twisting corridors disorienting him and succeeding in making him completely at a loss for the direction they had entered. Finally, some light peaked past a turn, opening up into a chamber. Blue eyes flicked around the room swiftly, then to the bed… and the chains upon it. Everhett started to shake again, hating that he couldn't get out of the man's grasp. Or run, but he'd learned the consequences of that already. He pressed his lips together so as to dissuade himself from retching, trying not to look at the chains.



"Ah. Begin?" Javier asked unsure, watching the man undress. Then he blushed when he was caught, turning his head away quickly. He kicked himself again for being so informal. Of course the man hadn't meant- He was just here to assist in emptying containers. All the same, even without the mistaken meaning Javier had thought he had heard in the man's words, he had been surprised to see his new employer suddenly strip in front of him. He didn't know what else to do, and in his hesitation his eyes had wandered over the tall, lean form curiously. He scowled inwardly. No doubt the man thought him lewd.

"Forgive me." He mumbled out, red-faced and mortified his new master had caught him slip up on the first day. The valet took the night clothes gratefully, pulling them on with haste, then stood still, waiting for instruction. The garment slightly too large for him as the man it belonged to was tall. He fought the urge to sniff the fabric... It smelled nice.
 
"Punishment." The Igor repeated when they got to his room. A finger tickled under the boy's ass, which he would need to clean out. Water, soap, semen, pills... Lots of ways to go about it. "Now, sleep on fllor or in my bet. You're still wet and will freeze if you stay out there. Or you can lay with my cock grinding against you all night, until I finally lose it and begin to rape your luciosious little boy cunt. You wouldn't mind that though, would you? Be my little wife, in a way." He forced a kiss onto his cheek. "I'd be a good 'husband'. Not a noble one, of course. I certainly wouldn't beat you, even if I cheated on you with your little friend. You wouldn't try to have an affair with your handsome childhood friend instead of me?" He stripped completely and straightened his back, pressing his cock at the base of Hale's spine due to the height difference.

Victor looked over the blushing boy, considering how long it had been for him. His eyes and hair were so fair, and the legs... He poured wine into a chalice that had apparently once been used for communion, taking his thoughts from ending his years-long abstinance. "It is alright. Do you wish to see my skin bare more often?" He almost never let any skin not on his face to be exposed, so it was admittedly a thrill for him. It was always either too cold, too dirty, too big a chance of experiments going wrong, monsters attacking, or vats overflowing... Being examined instead of doing the examining gave him goosebumps. "Do you wish to sleep with me tonight?" Victory proposed as he sipped from the chalice before handing it to Javier and heading into the bed.
 
He was going to be eaten by someone who hungered for his body. The hands that held onto him clearly told him to behave, that, if he didn't, he would regret it gravely. Still, the man's words made him loose it.

"D-don't.. don't t-touch m-me..." The left him in a panic. He had not known that they were just going to spew out of his mouth like that. But, it felt disgusting, having the man's lips on his cheek, touching him, the hot flesh that poking up into his back; it made Everhett feel exposed and vulnerable... and dirty. He had to do something.

"Stay away from me, you- you monster!" He spat, eyes wide as he struggled to get out of the man's grip. He knew that even if he did get free, he'd have nowhere to run. The boy pushed against the muscled chest in hysterics, fearing the thing that hovered waiting beneath him. The sleeping arrangements hadn't seemed like much of a choice, but he'd rather sleep on the cold ground and freeze then go willingly to bed with the man who promised him rape.



Javier coughed, caught off guard. Wide eyes followed the man's actions as he poured a glass of wine. There had been no mistaking the doctor this time. Then came his question. The servant stood in semi-shock. The man had been so forward, his eyes burning into Javier's own over the rim of the chalice. He accepted it, swallowing audibly before he'd even taken a sip. The man's question had been just that- a question. He supposed he could refuse, but the doctor was heading to bed and he did not dare step out into the halls on his own. There was only one bed... Javier took a sip of the wine with shaking fingers. He'd never... He'd never been with a man. Then again, he'd only been with a woman once. That experience had put him off the "fairer" sex right away. He always though such a thing was wrong.. But here everything was wrong. Slowly, the valet complied. Following after his master to the edge of the bed. He didn't say anything for a moment, simply staring down at them man. Seemingly warring with himself. Then he climbed onto the bed, up to where his employer lay.

A tentative hand reached out to slip into fine locks, before traveling down the side of the man's neck and across his shoulder blade. The boy's eyes followed after his fingers, as if amazed they were moving. Then he retracted his hand, blush evident on his face. It was so... so unlike how a proper valet should act. The servant looked up into the man's eyes, confusion and curiosity mixing in his features. "Sir, was that.. Are you... Is it okay?" He whispered, unsure if he had crossed some line.
 
The Igor sighed, raising his hand with the threat to strike him down, but seemed to hold back. Instead, he looked up to a meat hook and coat rack. "No, too messy..." He mused to himself before looking up, to where a hook from old lighting fixtures lay. "That will do." He squeezed the boy's cock hard before shackling him legs. He dropped the boy onto the ground before pulling his head up, slapping the boy's face with his large cock. "So you want a wife beater, then?" He walked to bunch of twine then proceeded to make a noose. "How about You try standing on a box all night? Nod off for even a second and you start choking." He then collected thw twien so as to have it stand out with many coils and flailed the boy's back, though not enough to cause bleeding. "Understand this, BITCH. If I don't come in your ass within a week you will be coming out of mine, got it?" He kicked him again, then began to piss on the boy's face. "Spill a drop and I won't be so gentle.

This was strange. Blsuhing like a women again... Though it could have been his imagination or the effects of the wine. His hand seemed to move on it's own as Javier began to brush through his hair. "That is very nice." Victor agreed, not having meant for sex or anything. Just if he wished to come to bed with him. Still, it looked as if he would be rather close to this one until he got him his own room. Victor lent over, unbuttoning the top his nightshirt on Javier, then looked at the exposed collar bone. "How old are you?" Victor held the boy's chin gentle in his hand as he looked into his eyes, unconciously wetting his lips. What was he to do...
 
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