X-Men tales: is loosely based on the X-Men- Evolution t.v. cartoon series, as well as the comicbook produced by Marvel Comics. _______________________________________________________________________
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WOLVERINE -vs- SABRETOOTH
Salem Center West Chester, Upstate New York Xaviers Institute For Higher Learning
Professor Xavier's office, on the first floor of the X-Men Mansion.
"Relax your mind Logan, I can't probe your thoughts if you are uncooperative."
Wolvie squirmed around uncomfortablly on the soft plush black leather "phychiatrics couch" that housed in the center of the room.
"Sorry Charlie, ya know I wuz neva one good at this sort o thang."
"I know Logan, but try,okay?" Xavier said, placing the tips of his fingers litely on Wolverine's brow. "We have to try to figure out what is at the heart of your nightmares. You say this dream is a recurring one?"
"Yeh. I'm not shure if its a dream, or....sumthing....from my past."
"I may be able to help you with that." Xaiver proclaimed, closing his eyes to concentrate.
Professor Charles Xavier is not only the founder of the Xavier Institute, he is also a mutant. A telepath to be more precise. Having the ablility to enter the minds of others and control their thoughts and memories.
Xavier enters Wolerine's mind to find a jumbled twists of conflicting thoughts -like the owner himself. Professor X (as he is affectionately know by his puples) finds it hard to distingish Logan's dreams, from memory. He does however find a stray memory that intrigues him.
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A castle, a fortress really. Nestled atop the Mountains of the Antarctica. Isolated, desolated, except for a handfull of servants, including Sabretooth, Omega Red, Wolverine, and....another person. An ominous figure. Charles probed further, but he knew it would be taxing on his subject.
Wolverine remembered being caged, sadated, experimented on. He was turned on by people he considered friends. He remembered tortures, pain, anguish. He remembers tubes coming out of his body, his arms, his legs, his chest, his back, his brain. He remembers being submerged is liquid, incased, studied, held captive. Then he remembers escaping, fleeing into the bitter cold that surrounded their base of operations. Wearing nothing. He was chased, hunted, by his old special opps partner while in the Canadian Military at Department H. A friend that has long since become one of Wolverine's most hated enemies.....SABRETOOTH.
Professor X witnessed first hand as Wolverine and Sabretooth began an endless battle, one that would continue for many years.
Sabretooth caught up with Wolverine miles away from the castle, at the end of a glacer. Alone, cold, naked, and wary. Wolverine didn't even seem to sense Sabretooth's presents.
"End of the line fur-ball!" Sabretooth growled, stepping out into the clearing. "Looks like its just me an' you runt!"
Wolverine had seen better days, his mind was nearly wiped clean during the experiments. He was tired, hungry, wet and cold. He ached all over, down to the bones. He had collapes to his hands and knees in the snow, physically exhaulsted from his ordeal. He was vulnerable, but not helpless.
Sabretooth, sensing Logan's state, choose then to strike. He leaped the 50 foot distance between them in the blink of an eye. His attack was fast and furious. Wolverine wasn't even aware it was happening until he felt the the manicured claws sink into his side.
"ARRRRRHHHHG!!!" he screamed an animal-like howl, blood gushing from his fresh wombs like red water, staining the pure white snow underneath.
Sabretooth placed his fingers up to his lips, and licked the red flowing liquid from the tips.
"Tasty!" he taunted, the taste of blood rose his adrinaline level through the roof. "Bet theres more where that came from." he smirked.
Wolverine felt an unfamiliar burning in his bones. He yelled out from the pain and anguish, just as Sabretooth clipped him another blow, sending a confused and dazed Logan head-long into an embankment.
"Yeh runt-" Sabretooth continued to taught, massaging his hardening dick through his uniform. "-I been wantin' to bring you down a peg or two fer awhile now. Seems you become a lil' too big fer yur brit'ges."
Wolverine heard the zipper come down from the suit. He heard the footsteps as they came closer behind him. His body felt numb from the snow and ice around him. His limbs were sore, his sides ached, his bones burned.
Suddenly he felt a heavy weight on his back. His face was shoved to the ground, snow clogged his breathing passages, ice clang to the contours of his face. He felt something large and hard forcing its way into his exposed anus. Pushing past his tightened sphinster muscule, straight into his virgin bowels.
"Oh yeh! That's tight!" Sabretooth gloated, enjoying his rape.
He began to pump, fucking his long heavy cock in and out of Wolvie's tight clinching anus. He didn't give a damn if Logan enjoyed it or not. He never liked the little sonovabitch anyway.
Logan tried to clear his head, tried to concentrate on what was happening, but he couldn't focus, too much confusion riddled his mind. All he could feel was an extremely hot burning in his bones, and a rough force on top of him, tearing at his body, mauling his insides.
Sabretooth went wild with animal lust, fucking a dazed Logan with all the strength his 6'6", 275lbs musculed bulked frame could muster. Any normal man would have been torn to shreds under Sabretooth's assault, but Logan had a nack for withstanding torment. He could take whatever Sabretooth could dish out.
Sabretooth felt a rush of power come over him. Here he had his long time rival beneath him, his face in the ground, giving up his withered beaten ass in total submission. In this one moment, Logan prooved to Sabretooth what he always knew from the begining, that Logan was a punk that deserved to lay at the feet of his master. At the feet of Sabretooth.
He growled these words in Logan's ear as he yanked the half conscious Canadian to his feet by his wild hair. Logan's feet were lift off the ground as Sabretooth's hard-on held the semi-conscious man air-borne. Sabretooth was able to lay into Logan by bouncing his defenseless body up and down on his tremedous erection. The long thick veiny tip puncturing his vitals with life threatening bounce.
Logan was too exhaulsted to fight back. He was barely conscious when he heard the triumpt crys of Sabretooth's orgasm.
"RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" the half man half animal roared as his thick potent sperm rocked up his pulsing cum-tube through his throbbing shaft, and sprayed up into Logan's tortured aching innards, spattering his intestines with a thick deluge of seed.
Logan felt the cum-load flooding his bowels. His asshole couldn't contain the volume, and began to leak the copious ball-juice back out around Sabretooth's embedded cock. Sabretooth's orgasm was hard, but it didn't take the cold hunter long to recooperate. He accomplished his goal. He caught the escapee, and prooved he was the stronger mutant by concuring his enemy. He could take the prisoner back to the castle like ordered, but that would mean more tests, more studies, it would mean Logan would live longer. Sabretooth didn't want that.
Gripping Logan by the hair again, the evil mutant pulled him off his semi erection, and turned him face to face, looking him dead in his dazed eyes.
"Yur weak Logan! You don't deserve to be in on our plans to over throw the world!" He took Logan over near the cliffs, overlooking a 1000 foot drop. "Here's where you get off...runt!"
Wolverine felt the burning within himself begin to explode. His mind was a liquid waste of mumbo-jumbo. His skin tingled red-hot, and his bones....ached like nothing he'd ever known. He felt the tension in his body mount. The pressure exploded in his temple, causing him to yell an ear pearcing scream as razor sharp bones (resembling claws) pearced through his knuckles. On instinct, Wolverine swung his fists, catching Sabretooth across the face with his new weapons. Sabretooth howled in pain, as the blood began tp pour from his face. He released his grip on Wolverine, dropping him a thousand feet to certain death.
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Logan felt himself falling, descended into a great white void....when his eyes suddenly popped open, breaking the link shared by he and Professor Xavier.
"ARRRRRHHHG" Wolverine yelled rubbing his forehead, his brain a throbbing migrain. He could practically still feel Sabretooth's swollen penis inside him. His anus throbbed in remembrance of its one and only rape.
"OH!" Xavier yipped at the broken mind-link, suffering a slight discomfort himself. "You broke phychic rapport Logan..."
"My bad Charles, I just could'n take nomore mind probin'." he said, trying to ignore his hairy asshole's spasms. "Did you find anything helpful while you were inside?"
"I found the location of the castle in your dreams." the professor informed.
He hoped Logan wouldn't notice the stiff hard-on tenting the crotch of his pants as he sat in his wheele-chair. Wolverine sat up on the edge of his seat, his migrain already a thing of the past (thanks to his super heightened healing factor- part of his mutant ability). "Its in Antarctica. Have you ever been there?"
Wolverine thought for a moment. Trying to recall memories of his past were like piecing together a giant jig-saw puzzle. "I...I'm not shure..." he replied. His migrain returning as memories of his rape flooded his mind. "I gots'ta get outta here Charlie." he said after jumping up from the couch. "I need sum air."
"I understand Logan." the professor claimed. He knew Wolvie would have to have time to himself to process this new information, and come to terms with what happened to him. 'Besides'- Xavier thought, -'I need some time to myself as well to nurse this big erection'. Just as Wolverine left the chamber, no less confused as when he came in, Iceman (Bobby Blake) was spotted by the Professor walking by. Horniness got the best of the elding man, and he psychically ceased control of Blakes mind.
((("Enter and close the door behind you Bobby."))) the Professor telepathically ordered the young man.
Bobby, in a zombie like state, closed the large oak hand craved doors, then immediately fell to his knees infront of the wheel chair bound Professor. He dazingly unfastened the Professor's belt, and unzipped his flammel pants, then pull free the Professor's 6 inch stiff boner. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, and gulped the entire cock into his talented mouth.
Bobby unknowingly had plenty of experience, under the professor's control, at sucking cock. For untold hours Bobby had serviced the school's master without his knowledge. The Professor loved the full soft lips of this student in particular. He knew it was unethical, but he couldn't resist it. >From the first time the young lad entered his school, he had (unknowingly to Bobby) taken him under his wing, and taught the boy the finer arts of cocksucking.
Professor Xavier threw his head back, revelling the feel of Bobby's suckling lips as they danced up and down the spit slick length of his bone hard shaft. Bobby was made to believe he was ((("the best cocksucker in the world"))) when he sucked Xavier's cock, and craved for the mans potent sperm as he would the air he breathed.
Xavier felt himself reaching orgazm, as the desperate boy wolfed down his dick as like a starving man. ((("You want to suck my cock until I cum-"))) he mentally told young Bobby, ((("-you will suck until I shoot into your mouth, and you will swallow it. Then you will remember nothing of this"))) he commanded.
Bobby sucked harder, unknowingly spurred on by his mentor. He sucked the delightful tasting dick between his lips, taking it expertly into his throat until he felt it begin to throb and thicken.
"ARRRHH-" Xavier graoned aloud. "-I'm about to cum!!"
Bobby ground his handsome boyish face down into the head master's lap, then felt the head master's cock spit spurt after spurt of creamy cum juice down his gullet, straight into his stomach. He hummed in sweet satisfaction as his qwest was forefilled. Then, just as the last of the Professor's juice was collected on his tongue, Bobby got up off his knees. Feeling faint and slightly dizzy, he gripped his head to steady himself.
"Are you alright lad?" he heard the Professor ask.
"Uh, I'm fine sir...." he said, somewhat confused.
He looked at his watch, then realized he was 10 minutes behind schedule to meet Scott and the others to down by the lake at the edge of the school's grounds.
"Did I have another black out Professor?" he asked with concern. The last thing he remembered was rushing down from his room to meet with his friends.
"It appears so Bobby. One day soon, we will have to find the source of these blackouts." the Professor said, turning his wheel-chair to face his desk.
"You may run along now."
Bobby excused himself, then exited the room. Once on the otherside of the door, he began to wonder what was wrong with him. Why was he having these mysterious blackouts, and why did he always have a funny taste in his mouth afterwards?
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