Mutant Experiments

Days had gone by and Remy hadn't returned to his cell. Logan was starting to worry. He could hear faint talkings between various doctors and the guards on shift, down the hall. He had been able to gather that Remy had fought back and as a result, was restrained. Other talk consisted of several doctors being unhappy that Remy hadn't been able to produce any positives in their testing.

One doctor had wandered down the hall and stopped to observe Remy's cell and then the cells around it. He paused as he met Logan's eyes. "You have been a friend to Remy, have you not? Perhaps some close relations?" The doctor, a mid-fifties man with short greying hair, asked as he looked down his thin, gold-rimmed glasses at the caged man. He was Logan's height but a few pounds heavier. Holding a brown clipboard in his right hand, and a pen in his left, he wrote down several notes about Logan as he waited for the man to respond.

Logan sat on the floor, facing the hall, doing sit-ups and pausing to watch the doctor. His feet were firmly planted in front of him with his knees drawn up and close together. His hands had been clasped behind his head, and he grunted at each sit-up. Logan dropped his hands to his knees and flattened his legs to stretch, but stopped to answer the question. "He and I talked, yea. I aint gonna marry the kid." Sweat dripped down his panting chest. Muscles spasmed and his chest, darkened with hair, was seemingly taking shape after each sit-up.

Unlike Remy's oufit, Logan wore a thin, white cotton, T-shirt and matching bottoms with a tie-string. He had removed the shirt and was debating on the pants, to only sit in his white briefs, as he finished his workout. Second thinking his thos, Ls, Logan continued his stretching as the doctor took more notes and observed.

"So, you wouldn't be interested in persuing a deeper friendship with him?" The man poked more questions at Logan, who was trying to ignore him. "Look, we have been monitoring both of your, and your conversations." He pointed with his pen, to a camera, in the back left corner of Logan's cell and waited for Logan to acknowledge the point before looking from the camera to the doctor. "All I'm suggesting, is for you to come upstairs with me and spend time with him. Our doctors have tried, as well as several guards. Both male and female alike, have failed."

Logan was in the middle of pushups and didn't even stop to answer. His hands held to the side of the bedframe, his feet had been outstretched and together nd hnd him as he counted 50, to himself. "Is there a point in here, somewhere?"

The doctor cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "Logan, If this process is to work, he needs to remain calm and be around someone he trusts. You seem to be the one the boy is most comfortable with."

"Look, I don't remember him tellin me that he wanted some big, hairy guy to play house with him. I do remember him telling me, in not so many words, that he aint comfortable with this. If you'd wanted me to fuck him, why didn't you just say so? Instead, you tapdance around the reason." Logan had finally stopped and stood up. He panted and made his way over to the glass. In the far right hand corner, sat a tall bottle of water and a white towel. Picking up the bottle of water and taking a long drink, Logan eyed the man who was again taking notes. He lowered the bottle from his lips and swallowed the mouthful of water. "I'll talk to him. I won't force him to do somethin he aint comfortable with."

The doctor nodded.

"How is he?" Logan took another drink. His panting had calmed and he replaced the bottle on the floor and began to dry himself off with the towel. Drying off his chest and tossing the towel back into the corner, he headed back over to his cot and picked up his shirt that lay in a pile at the foot of the bed, turning away from the doctor. He slipped it over his head and pulled it down over his tight abdomen, knowing full well the doctor was still watching.

Clearing his throat and once again adjusting his glasses, the doctor answered him. "We have him in an isolation room, sedated. He fought off 4 guards, two of which have caused some damage to his tissues. His wounds have almost healed, and we need to proceed with this as soon as possible." Main facts had been cleverly averted in des description.

Logan sighed and turned around to sit down on the side of the bed. "When?" He asked, annoyed at the man's persistance.

"That is up to you, isn't it?" The man's voice deepened. He lowered the clipboard and tucked his pen into his jacket's left breast pocket. Staring at Logan, he put his hands behind his back. His left hand holding onto his right wrist, as his right hand still held the clipboard that was filled with notes on only Logan.

"Let me check my schedule." Logan said, sarcastically. He eventually agreed on a condition that he be allowed to shower and change first. Though, he wasn't exactly happy with the circumstances, he was very curious of the boy's condition.

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After a shower and a change of clothes, Logan followed the doctor from the washroom, upstairs to where Remy was being held. As soon as Logan entered the ward, he found Remy had been telling the truth on the cells being much more comfy than his own floor.

As they walked, the doctor had half-turned to talk to him about Remy's condition. "ve sve spoken to the staff to wake him, for your visit. However, if he becomes too violent, we might have to sedate him again. Eh, we do need you to keep him calm during this procedure." Leading Logan to a door at the other end of the hall, to the left, he paused before retrieving a ring of keys from his beige trousers' pocket and unlocking the door.

It was a solid white door, with a small square window high in the middle, that was only big enough to fit a person's head through. Logan narrowed his eyes as he saw Remy wearing only a white T-shirt and maroon boxers, pacing in front of them. "I just agreed to talk to him. I didn't say anything about fuckin him. That's his call."

Remy had continued to pace, even after the door had opened and both men entered. He paced in a line paralell to the door, his teeth bit the end of his left thumb as his right arm curled around his thin stomach. He had also been showered and neatened for the meeting. Remy hadn't batted an eye as he acknowledged the two's presence.

"Well, Remy, I hope your friend can talk you into co-operating with us. I'm sure you've been explained the consequences if you don't at least give it a try. I'll let you two have a few moments." The doctor had become very nervous around both men and hurried to remove himself from the room and lock the door.

"Welcome upstairs, cher." Remy hadn't stopped pacing. He had even refused to look at Logan or apologise for bringing someone he had barely met, into the ordeal.

Logan looked around the room. It was a well put together room, equipped with plush furniture and sexual playthings. A plush bed with a firm mattress and soft, pillowy blankets sat off to one side of the room, while a high-backed deep blue, two-seater sofa sat one the other. A mirror hung over the bed, and a window (Logan guessed it was a double sided window) sat above the headboard to the bed. The near-dim light in the middle of the room's ceiling, had been the only light on in the room. The room itself hadn't been that big. The lighting created an effect that was supposed to be more of a romantic setting. Apparently, it hadn't worked for Remy.

Sighing and coming to stand face to face with Logan, Remy brought his hands to clasp together behind him. "Dis is jus' de isolation room. Dey watch us t'rough de mirror behind de bed. Y' here t' screw Remy an' never come t' him again, right?"

"That was the way it was explained to me, yea. But I told them I wouldn't do anythin except talk. And, I don't intend to." Logan said, firmly.

Remy's eyes lowered as he choked out. "Dey won' let ya leave wit'out doin it, homme. If not you, dey gonna pair Remy wit' a turkey baster an' tubes an' needles. No exactly a turkey, y' know?" Remy started to undress by pulling the shirt over his head, from the bottom. He was calm if he didn't look into the other man's eyes. Once he had it removed, completely, he glanced up at Logan, and then started removing his shorts, refocussing his eyes below Logan's.

Logan grabbed his hands as they clutched the elastic band. "Don't do this because they want you to. I aint fuckin you unless you want me to." He hooked a finger under the boy's chin and lifted his head up to meet his gaze. He had noticed that Remy was very slim, and found himself wondering how the boy was to go to full term with a child, being as slender as he was. He then wondered if Remy would even be allowed to make it to full term.

Nodding, Remy leaned closer to whisper into Logan's left ear. "Remy is not a turkey. Dis is embarrassin enough. Jus' do dis, an' we won' have t' see each ot'er again." He kissed Logan's cheek as he stepped back. A chilled fear ran through him, causing him to shiver as he led the older man over to the bed. Crawling up onto the end of the bed and turning to sit down in the middle, he watched Logan remove his clothing and let it drop where it fell. Remy swallowed and leaned back on his elbows, his legs outstretched and spread rather widely. His eyes widened in shock as they stared at Logan's firm length.

At attention, Logan was a full 8 inches, and much more thicker than what Remy had expected. Moving a hand to Remy's boxers, Logan slid them off lean hips, slowly and carefully. Remy was now nude, save for the band on his left ankle, and now, Logan noticed, a thick black band that was some sort of monitor, located on Remy's right wrist. He had guessed it had something to do with Remy's orgasm or temperatures or something of the experiment. He crawled up onto the bed and stared down at Remy. Placing a hand at Remy's entrance, he felt something that resembled a wine cork about an inch in diametre, lodged into the tight channel as if to stretch it for easier access. He felt Remy's hand slip over his and a whisper, "Pull it out, cher." He complied and noticed that the cork itself was also used for a lubrication device.

Logan held his length at the entrance and leaned in to whisper to Remy. Instead, he bit down on Remy's right ear and simultaneously pushed himself in. Releasing the soft flesh, Logan kissed it and whispered. "Sorry, it was meant to distract you. Relax." He pushed himself up to look down at the young man and start a slow rhythm. As he did, he sniffed and recognised the fear and humility that perfumed the auburn haired Cajun. "They watchin?" He asked to bring Remy back into the present.

"Oui." Remy whispered. He felt for a moment. "Two women an' one man." He gasped as Logan had forced himself deeper into him, and quickened the pace. Logan had kissed him again as he reached up and ran his hands over Logan's taut, hairy chest. Their tongues mixed together in their mouths. When the kiss broke, Remy asked. "Y' done dis before, t' a man?"

"Yea, but didn't ever think a man would get pregnant by it. Let alone, by me." Logan grunted and again increased the pace. "One thing about guys, kid, they're tighter more times than women. Better chance at a faster orgasm." Logan's hands had been braced to either side of Remy's ribcage. He gasped as he had reached his climax. Pushing himself deeply into the young man, they kissed before jumping at a beeping sound coming from the band on Remy's wrist.

A loud, piercing sound that had only lasted a few seconds, distracted them from any further movement. Remy looked at his wrist for a moment before bringing it up between them and pushing a button on it that Logan hadn't seen. The two breathed and relaxed. Separated, they lie side by side on the bed. No embracement, or tender words. Complete silence had spoken for them.

When Logan could finally move, he sat up and grabbed for Remy's wrist. Staring at the band, he examined it. It looked like a digital watch, only it gave a temperature instead of a time. It had buzzed when Remy's temperature had reached 99.8. The button had been below the reading. A blue button to offset the black numbers and grey background. "What's this mean?" He tapped at the band with a finger and looked back at Remy.

Remy had closed his eyes, tiredly. He breathed deeply before opening them again and looking to where Logan had tapped. "Reads de temperature of de egg, an' Remy's orgasm. When Remy really gets hot, it beeps like an alarm on a watch. Dat sound meant it was 'nough but, no 'enough t' do much." He yawned and explained that if they didn't repeat the activity, there would be another beep from the band as a signal of disobedience.

"So, we need to get you hot and heavy to make that one sound, or they're gonna baste ya?" Logan summed.

"Oui."

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It had taken a total of three times for Remy's wristband to give an approving sound. By that time, Remy was near exhaustion and Logan had wanted to quit after nearly giving the boy a heart attack from the excitement. They both panted, but Remy had actually fallen asleep.

Pulling the blanket up around Remy, and covering him up, Logan slid off the end of the bed and gathered his clothes. He watched the young man sleep as he dressed, pausing only to wait out a stir from Remy. As he tied the drawstrings on his bottoms, the door unlocked and opened.

"Wonderful job, Logan. We've managed to get a peak in temperature, out of Remy, twice. We will return him to his cell, tomorrow. We are keeping him tonight to make sure your sperm has at least reached the egg." The same doctor that had brought him upstairs, was now escorting him back down. "You may shower again, if you'd like. We will let you know if we need you to 'talk' to him again." The man smiled at Logan as they stood in front of a wide, service lift.

The doors opened to the lift, and an armed guard with another doctor waited inside. Logan looked back down the hall as a team of 5 doctors, both male and female, entered the isolation room Remy had been left in. Stepping into the car, he'd wondered just what he had done.

For days after Remy had been returned, he had been asleep for most of the time. When he had been awake, he was quite disoriented and only had time to eat. Several doctors had to explain to both he and Logan about what to expect in the following weeks. A few had even needed to repeat the speech a few times to Remy.

"So, ya mean, we have to do it again?" Logan asked as he paced the width of his cell, along the glass.

The doctor stood in the middle of Remy's darkened cell, the wary Cajun sat on his bed, in front of him. Turning to face Logan, he sighed and stepped into the hall. "Yes. I will need a few more deposits from you. You see, I'm sure you've seen the detector on Remy's ankle. When it is not functioning, his kinetic and empathic abilities fuse together and drain any other energy that is not being used, and transfer it to his own energy levels. Though his kinetics only work on stored particles, it would disintergrate the egg and possible lifeforms that are not his own. From your contribution, we are sure that he might be pregnant. However, we need to have specific positive results in order to proceed."

Logan fumed. He stopped in mid-pace and punched at the glass, causing it to vibrate slightly. "I'm not gonna fuck him all night, again. It damn near killed him."

The doctor smiled. "No no no, my dear Logan. We just need one more sample. No multiples. His temperature chshowshows he'll be ready for another in a few days. Until then, we thought it best to keep him sedated, for now." The doctor, the very same who had talked Logan into doing the tests in the first place, closed and locked Remy's cell and then bid them both good night as he left.


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