Dirty Thoughts

Bishop looked in on the two guys sitting on Scott's bed, talking as innocently as they had been before, not yet noticing him standing in the doorway. Ever since he had known Scott he had always acted like he was better or knew more than anyone else, and Kurt, Kurt was a seemingly nice guy despite his devilish appearance, beep eep down Bishop knew that the elf had a kinky, darker side that he didn't let show all too often. Bishop leaned on the doorframe and waited for the two to notice, growing a little impatient, until he finally cleared his throat and the two stopped what they were doing to turn around and look at him. The look on his face was enough to scare both of them, even though it was meant more for Scott than for Kurt. Malevolence poured from his eyes onto the so-called team leader, startling Scott, and he wondered what in the hell he had done to piss Bishop off so bad.

"Bishop, is everything alright," Scott asked him, watching as the much larger man shifted positions to lean on the other side of the doorframe. "What does it look like to you One-Eye," Bishop snarled back, his voice thick with venom and coated in a sickening amount of hot lust for Scott and Kurt too. "And Kurt," Bishop boomed, his voice making the blue furball shake, "don't worry, this hathinthing to do with you. Now I want you to get up off of that bed and come over here and stand by me." Kurt did as he was told, hopping up off of the bed and gliding over towards him. He came to stand by the larger mutant, nearly dwarfed in size by him. Scott still sat on his bed, staring dumbfoundedly at the two of them. "Look at you, aren't you just the perfect picture of a preppy, stuck-up bastard," Bishop said to Scott. "I think that Kurt and I are going to have to teach you a lesson Scott, it's about time someone lets you know what we really think of you Scott, isn't that right Kurt," Bishop asked, looking down at Kurt, who looked back up at him with wide yellow eyes, then back at Scott, his friend. "Ja, a lesson, whatever you say," Kurt agreed, now wondering how he had gotten himself roped into this one.

"Hey, this isn't fair, what did I do," Scott protested as the two of them walked towards him. Bishop kicked the door shut behind him, then making sure it was securely locked. "What did you do, didn't I just make that clear, we donlikelike your attitude Scott, and I think my blue friend here will agree with me," Bishop spat out at him. Kurt was now being overwhelmed with the feelings of power over his longtime friend, and it was most certainly getting to him. "Ja, I agree, your attitude really does need to change meine friend." Kurt cocked his head to one side, looking Scott over with a covetous delight, licking his lips. Bishop grinned down at Kurt, who in turn grinned back, baring those lovely sharp fangs of his, which could be used for so many things. "Kurt, have you lost your mind," Scott all but screamed out at him. "Nein, but if you speak out at me again like that I'll make you wish that you were losing yours."

"At a boy Kurt, give 'em hell," Bishop said, glad that the fuzzy one agreed with him, he didn't want to have to take on two diseableable guys at once, although he had in the past. "I thought we were friends Kurt, I swear you'll pay for this one fuzzy," Scott seethed, totally serious about that last quip. "I thought we were too, but your attitude proves otherwise fremde," Kurt added. "Now Scotty boy, it's time we had a little payback time with you. Take off your clothes now or I'll take them off for you, your choice," Bishop told him. Scott looked at the two of them as if they had all lost their minds, because to him they had. But Scott didn't know what they'd do to him if he didn't take off his clothes, and he certainly didn't want Bishop taking them off for him, so he removed them one by one, revealing his tall, muscular body to both of their hungry eyes.

"Good boy, now Kurt, you take your belt and tie his hands to the bed post, and turn him over, I don't want him to see anything we're gonna do to him, I want it all to be a surprise." "Ok, alright Scott, turn over," Kurt ordered him. And despite his strongest resistance, Scott was getting aroused at the tone of Kurt's voice, the dominant nature that had so suddenlt taken him over, or had it been there all along and hst hst hadn't noticed? Scott turned himself over with a grunt and waited for Kurt to tie him to the bed. Kurt grinned behind Scott's back, his white fangs shining and his eyes full of lust, power, and a sadistic nature that Kurt tried for so loo hio hide, and mixed with the situation, it was a dangerous combination.

Kurt came up behind him and roughly took Scott's wrists, making sure to grab them as hard as he could without doing too much damage. He wrenched them forward, wrapping tlacklack leather belt around them and then securing it around one of the posts on the headboard of the bed. "Mmm God Kurt, he looks good like that, makes me just wanna eat him up," Bishop said, staring openly at Scott, his naked backside facing him as he kneeled on the bed. Despite trying even harder, Scott became increasinly aroused until his dick was painfully hard, aching and longing for release. "Ah look, it looks as if we're having an effect on him," Kurt said, pointing to the throbbing erection jutting out from his torso. "I khe whe would like this," Bishop agreed. "Wait one sec, I have something you might like," Kurt said, heading to one of his large drawers and pulling it out, rumaging around inside of it for a minute before pulling out a massively large leather whip, so large and thick that it would be sure to leave welts on Scott for days to come, perhaps even make his proper ass bleed. Then he fished around for something else, pulling out a black, shiny vibrator that was very large, surprising even Bishop, who thought the kid was kinky, but never guessed he was that kinky.

Bishop smiled sadistically, glancing over at the pristinely white ass before them, happy to make it as red and swollen as possible. Kurt handed the whip to Bishop, keeping the vibrator to use himself on Scott. "Hmm Scott, looks like we're going to get more than we even bargained for," Bishop said, his voice dark with a hellish pleasure. "You first meine friend," Kurt said, motioning towards Scott. "Bring your ass out towards us Scott doggy style," Bishop told him. Scott reluctantly did so, feeling as exposed and vulnerable as ever. With one glance towards Kurt Bishop heaved the massive whip upwards, bringing it down on Scott's bare flesh with a deafening crack, watching his ass bounce with the impact. Scott screamed as the intense pain shot through his body. He had not been expecting that. With another crack of the whip, it was brought downthe the small of his back with excrutiating pain, tearing slightly at his flesh as droplets of blood formed at the now reddened and swollen wound. The whip was brought down a third and a fourth time against the backs of his thighs and Scott screamed again, the pain so fresh and so extreme that he felt like he could faint. But he didn't.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh cracks were brought down against his shoulderblades, probably one of the most painful things Scott had ever felt. The tears started to roll down his cheeks as his head hung low in shame. But when Bishop asked him if he wanted more he said yes. Because he did, he wanted to feel the pain in blows across his skin. The last three blows were brought down upon his ass cheeks, cutting through his flesh and making him bleed. The smell of Scott's blood was enough to drive Kurt wild with feral desire and Kurt hopped up behind Scott, grabbing his legs for support as he trailed his tongue along the wounds, lapping up the blood like a hungry puppy, then grazing his teeth against the wounds as Scott's intake of breath became faster and more ragged as he tried to hold back his pain, and his arousal grew stronger anf stronger. The feel of Kurt's fangs against his sore wounds made his toes curl in an exquisite pain that nearly drove him to the brink of an orgasm. Kurt could smell the affect he was having on him and so he continued.

Kurt bit into Scott's flesh, hearing the skin pop as his teeth sank into him, drinking in the fresh stream of blood that streamed out of the puncture wounds, coating his fur and face in the red liquid, making him look like a demon monster who had just consumed his prey. Kurt then opened up Scott's perfectly round ass cheeks, staring at the puckered virgin hole that looked back at him. He then licked Scott from his balls to his tight little hole, twisting and twirling his tongue around it, pushing it inside him and fucking him with his tongue. Scott had never felt anything so incredibly erotic in his life, and he pushed himself into Kurt for more. Kurt eagerly accepted, delving his tongue deep within him, snaking it around and igniting every nerve inside of Scott. He withdrew his tongue and leaned forward onto Scott, bringing his hand around to Scott's face. "Suck it," Kurt ordered him, pushing his long thick finger into Scott's hot mouth. Scott sucked it like he wanted so badly to suck Kurt's dick, wetting it and getting it ready. WHen it was good and soaked he pulled it out of Scott's mouth and leaned back again, pushing the thick digit inside of him.

He probed around, looking for the sweet spot inside of Scott that he knew would make him scream. And he found it. Kurt pushed his finger into it over and over again, illiciting cry after cry from Scott, who had never known anything in there could feel so fucking good. He moaned in disappointment when Kurt pulled his finger out, but Kurt took vibrvibrator and sucked it into his mouth, lubing it up with his spit so he could fuck Scott's tight little hole with it. Scott felt the tip of something hard and wet being pushed against him and soon it began to push inside of him, wider and harder than anything that had gone in there before. Scott screamed and grinded his teeth together as Kurt pushed it further inside of him, stretching him way beyond his virginal limits, tearing at his flesh and loving every minute of it. He aimed the tip right for Scott's sweet spot, then plunging it inside of him, fucking him into a frenzy, watching as his asshole sucked it in and then pulled outward as he pulled the vibrator back outward again, moving in a fit of fury until the friction had heated his ass up to burning hot.

Scott was coming close to climaxing when Kurt withdrew the mammoth toy, putting it aside as he hopped back off of the bed, coming around to the front of Scott. "He's all yours Bishop," Kurt said, motioning to his backside, which was all nice and ready for him now. "Now," Kurt said, wrenching Scott's head up by his hair so that he was looking at him, "I'm going to take off my pants and you are going to suck my cock," Kurt told him, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down around his ankles and then kicking them aside. His impressively large blue dick popped out and pointed directly at Scott's lips, which he licked in nervous anticipation. He wanted adlyadly to have that blue dick shoved so far down his throat that he couldn't breathe. And he got his wish. Kurt grabbed ahold of his hair again, grinning devilishly down at Scott, pulling his head forward to the tip of his cock. Scott could see the precum already leaking from the tip and he swiped his tongue out, licking every last drop from it, swirling his tongue around the mushroom shaped head, then down the sides, and down the underside of his shaft, tasting every inch of Kurt's flesh.

Bishop undid his pants and climbed up on the bed behind Scott, taking his dick into his hand and parting Scott's cheeks with the other. He then positioned his dick at the wet hole, grabbing onto Scott's ass cheeks and pushing himself in. S. Scott was taking in the large head of Kurt's dick, his tongue sliding down the backside when Bishop started pushing himself inside of him. With Kurt's dick still in his mouth, Scott screamed, the vibrations sending Kurt into ecstasy. Kurt threw his head back and moaned, gripping Scott's head harder thruthrusting his entire member into Scott's mouth and down his throat, gagging him but he didn't care. Scott felt the cock slide down his throat, deep inside of himd thd the pain of having someone as big as Bishop inside of him, and was lost in the pleasure.

Bishop started to slam into his ass, pounding him with brute force, increasing the redness of his ass and most assuredly severely bruising it. The force of his thrusts pushed Scott further onto Kurt's cock until he felt the velvety soft fur of Kurt's groin at his nose. He began to bob his head up and down, aided by Bishop's massive thrusts, sucking him noisily and wetly, leaving his spit running down his chin and neck and trailing down Kurt's shaft and over his soft furry balls. Scott could feel himself being stretched and pulled apart more than he knew he should have been, yet he enjoyed it. He felt Bishop's dick hit his prostate, and he screamed again, sending hot vibrations througout Kurt's dick and his body. Kurt began to face fuck Scott, not caringhe hhe hurt him. He started to match Bishop's pace, fucking that bruised mouth of his until the spit flew from the corners of it. Just the sight of Scott Summers being ridden like a dirty little whore and his cock sticking out of Scott's mouth, stretching it wide open painfully, was enough to make Kurt cum alone.

Scott bounced off of Bishop's dick like a ragdoll, his face being pushed into Kurt as Kurt fucked him, and no matter what direction he went in he couldn't find any relief, and that fact was arousing him even more. He tried to wiggle his ass as much as he could, getting as much sensation as he could stand as he was being fucked in both directions. It was the most incredible experience of his life so far. He sucked on Kurt's dick like a giant popsicle as he felt Kurt's dick hit his throat deep down within him, coming out fast, barely giving him enough time to breathe. He could feel himself slowly starting the ascent into pure bliss he whe wanted to prolong this feeling as much as possible.

Bishop was enjoying fucking his tight young ass as much as Scott was enjoying being fucked and as much as Kurt was enjoying getting his cock sucked by his fearless team leader. Scott was so incredibly tight, even after having Kurt stuff a giant vibrator up his ass. He hadn't felt something so good in a long time. He wasn't going to be long in fucking this one for long and he knew it. Kurt savored the way Scott's mouth felt around his hard dick, so warm and so soft, his tongue playing on his sensitive flesh and driving him insane. He gripped Scott's hair harder, wanting to make him feel more pain and force him to suck him off harder. Scott felt Bishop driving into his sweet spot, making it harder and harder for him to maintain his composure and not just go sailing over the edge.

"God you tight little bitch," Bishop ground out and Scott responded by clenching his muscles together as tight as he could, earning him a long loud moan from Bishop, who in turn smacked his beaten and bruised bottom so hard that Scott jumped. But Scott could feel the precum oozing from his dick and he knew that any minute he'd be shooting his hot spunk all over himself and his bed. When Scott grabbed Kurt's fuzzy blue balls and began lightly squeezing and kneading them, that's when Kurt had enough and he yelled out Scott's name as loud as he could and his whole body jerked and shuddered as he released spurt after spurt of his cum down Scott's throat. Scott swallowed every last bit of it too.

Kurt let his softer cock slip from Scott's mouth as he began to breathe normally again. Bishop continued to hammer into Scott as hard as his body would allow him, bumping and grinding the guy to no end, sending him flying forward closer to Kurt as he held onto his ass to keep him from tumbling over completely. Scott could feel his sac tightening as he started to climax, the repeated hammering of his sweet spot too much for him to he ane and he screamed, shooting cum all over himself, the bed, and Kurt, who still kneeled in front of him. Sweat rolled off of Bishop's body and he became less consistend with his thrusts, his whole body jerking spasmodically as he bit his bottom lip, stifling back a loud moan as he too gave in to his oncoming orgasm, shooting a load bigger than anything Logan or Sabertooth could do combined into Scott's asshole.

Scott collapsed face first onto his bed as Bishop pulled himself out of Scott and Kurt untied him, letting him just rest there as they dressed. No use in trying to continue their conversation now, so Kurt left, hoping against all hope that whatever punishment Scott inflicted on him would be good. And Bishop went looking for another victim that he had come for also.

Logan was growing so angry that he could almost see and taste red. Rogue was with that fucking son of a bitch Victor Creed. Oh what he would do to that fucking whore slut when she got home, whatever Sabertooth had done to her would pale in comparison. Rogue sat on the bed and watched dazedly as Sabertooth faced her, his expression one of total and complete primal lust, and she knew he was a sadistic bastard and loved nothing more than to hear a woman scream, which he was going to make her do whether she wanted to or not. But she did, very much so. He looked at her with such a mix of cruel, powerful delight that she almost wanted to cry.

Creed approached her slowly, like a stalker, or like a predator claiming its prey. He was so incredibly tall and muscular, his heavy frame taking up most of the doorway when he came in. Those huge big hands and those long dark claws, her pussy throbbed and ached at the thought of their touch on her body. Her eyes travelled downwards to his extremely large bulge in his crotch, eyeing it with as much desire as he was eyeing her with. She had wanted him again ever since he raped her in the woods that day. "Like what ya see Frail," Sabertooth asked her as he noticed her staring quite openly at the bulge his dick made in his pants.

"Oh Gawd yes Mr. Creed," Rogue said breathlessly, wondering what he was going to do to her next. She could've sworn that a glimmer of light had passed through his eyes when she said that. A hideous, harmful, sadistic glimmer that very quickly and quietly revealed the true nature of the beast that even he tried to hide. And in a moment he was upon her, picking her tiny frame up and hurtling her across the room, slamming her into one of Magneto's oak dressers. Rogue hit her head pretty hard on one of the drawers and she looked up in pain to see him hurl himself over the bed at his prey. He never could make it easy. It was more fun to hurt them and make them scream in pain before making them scream in pleasure. But he might have gotten Rogue wrong in that respect.

Rogue tried to stand up but he was faster, grabbing her by her pale arm and flinging her against a mirrored dresser, knocking the wind out of her and injuring her arm from the way he tossed her. But it wasn't broken, it just hurt like hell. He grabed ahold of her full head of hair and yanked her neck back. And soon she felt his claws raking down her flesh in a white hot torrent of pain, clawing huge cuts in her back. Rogue moaned in a mix of her twisted enjoyment of his torture and abuse, and soon Sabertooth caught scent of her arousal, which did surprise him, seeing as he had just torn long gashes down her back. He whirled her around to face him, looking into her misty eyes with his dark angry ones.

He grinned that maniacal, horrifying grin again and bent his head down, first teasing Rogue's candy pink nipple with his tongue, then sucking it into his mouth and tearing the flesh with his sharp teeth, tasting the freeflowing blood that he drank up like a vampire. Rogue ground out a low moan, slowly reaching her good arm up and burying her hand in Victor's long mane of blonde hair. He looked up at her, knowing that she wasn't the normal everyday fuck that he liked to torture first. He bit down on her nipple even harder, sending spikes of pain through her chest and the heat straight to her juicy, cum coated cunt. His tongue swirled around the tortured flesh, soothing it in a way unlike the beast, but then moving on to her other nipple, drawing it into his mouth.

He pulled outwards on it with his teeth, sinking them further into the delicate flesh there, making Rogue's toes curl. His one hand reached back up and with excrutiating accuracy, he cut long slices down her abdomen and straight to the area which needed the most attention. Her body dripped with her own sticky blood, and the scent of the blood, cum, and her arousal was making Sabertooth unusually cruel, even for a murderous beast such as himself. He raked his nails over her outer lips, relishing in the illicit moans that escaped her mouth. The tip of his nail made its way over her clit, rubbing it back and forth lightly, like a pin prick. And sliding them over her wet inner lips then, and with a loud shriek from Rogue, he plunged his fingers inside of her wet pussy, his nails dragging along her insides, and Rogue bucked and twisted her body, grinding herself against his sharp taloned fingers. She felt dizzy with a heady pain in her body, and a need that overpowered all others.

Next chapter: Rogue/Sabertooth and Logan/Rogue