Do As You Please

WARNINGS:

Contains a cat boy, but not furry.

I was drunk when I wrote this and in a really odd state of mind but I was sober when I edited it, and have no excuse really for not just deleting it the morning after.

I didn't run this through a beta so there are likely more errors then what I have already fixed because apparently I can't type and drink at the same time, so I apologize in advance if you find bean instead of been, exc.

This is my first time successfully (I think, anyway) writing actual sex, and given there is squwick, I have jumped in head first at the deep end and I think I may have drowned.

In case you don't know what WS in the summary warnings stands for, that's water sports, also known as piss play. Please Google the term before you read if you are unfamiliar. I take no responsibility for you getting grossed out because you ignored the warning twice and read this anyway.

CBT stands for cock and ball torture, just in case you weren't sure. I wasn't when I started reading fanfic so I'm adding this in just to be sure you know the meaning.

I'm listing this as dubious consent because the OMC comes of as mentally FUBAR before Sabretooth crosses his path and though it's never directly stated, there seems to be an undercurrent of Stockholm syndrome implied by the text even though I didn't put it there intentionally. One could argue that he wasn't mentally capable of consent.

The OMC is of age. I'm saying this now because it didn't seem to fit with the rest of the flow of the story.

I'm fuzzy on the difference between blood play and rough sex, but I'm pretty sure this is just rough. However, there is some blood so if that bothers you don't read any further.

Classed as AU because in my head all the works of x-men that I have seen ( Uncanny, movies, evolution, and the occasional comic book) are the same universe so my perspective when writing is not to be trusted.

A/N: I know I put an awful lot of extra text between you and the porn, but I felt I had better give folks plenty of chance to leave since I hardly ever see anything on the net in general as well as in fanfics that contain WS so I'm guessing many people don't want to read it. I'm also terribly nervous about bad reviews since I have had such a bad case of writers block on sex scenes in general. This doesn't mean that you shouldn't be honest if you have something to say, but it dose mean that I need to psych myself into getting this up in the first place. It probably is lacking since I had to get drunk to get past my block, but I hope future sex will flow more naturally now that this is out, and I hope I wont be so nervous to post. I've considered doing sequels when the inspiration strikes, but I make no promises and intended this as a one shot. Please let me know what you think. If I don't like what you have to say, I only have myself to blame, right?


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Do As You Please


Summary: During the testing phase of a machine to turn humans to mutants, Magneto's test subject turns out to already have the X gene. No longer needed the former lab rat is given to Sabretooth with the expectation that he'll be killed, but the feral has other plans

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Sabretooth. It was the name he had chosen,the name he answered to. Victor. It was a name few new, and even fewer dared to call him to his face. Master. It was the only name that really mattered at the end of his day since he found him, and the name uttered so seductively from his seemingly innocent lips.

He remembered those lips especially well from the first time he saw him cutting through the park that first day. The way he kept his head bowed as he walked left too much of the shimmering black hair in his face to see much else till the wind shifted. The dark haired beauty had been carrying a bag of groceries when he first spied him, .

With a mission from Magneto to find and capture test subjects for his little project to turn inferior homosapiens to homo-superiors, Sabretooth had been on the prowl that day. His target's long, slender limbs were hardly hidden by dark, baggy and clearly second hand clothing and his whole stance screamed of submission even at a distance. He was just to tempting to pass up.

Pretty, delicate features and mile-long dark lashes against pale skin would have had him taking the poor unsuspecting creature even without an agenda, but he had thought that such a frail beauty could only become stunning had Magneto succeeded in his mission. That it turned out so well for him in the end was more serendipity than anything, really.

When he jumped out of the tree at him, the boy drop his bag and fell to his knees begging not to be hurt. He promised to be good and do as he was told. Victor couldn't help but wonder a moment at who had put the small human in his place for him, but that was a rather secondary detail since they'd left the boy where he could find him.

He was felling generous, and merely told the boy to be quiet and not fight before tossing all 5'3 of him over his shoulder and taking off in a run to Magneto's base. The pretty boy complied and stayed quiet and limp the whole 20 minuets it took to get him to his new cell. His compliance however, didn't keep him from wetting himself and down Victor's chest in fear of what was to happen to him, though the faint hint of arousal he could smell made him think of a cat in heat.

Lord, he was like a cat gone into heat. For all the fear that came off him in pungent waves, so too came progressively more pungent arousal every time the feral mutant was in sight as the lithe form slinked and quivered about the place. Even his urine reeked of it. Had it not been for the pay and haven given by Magneto, Victor would have torn into the little thing right through his cell's bars and had his way with him, testing be damned.

Magneto. He had insisted on keeping the boy, with his dark ,pin straight hair sweeping past his shoulders, just begging to be fisted in rough clawed hands, for three weeks while he perfected his new invention. Three long weeks during witch he made Victor bring food once a day to the tempting little morsel in his cage. Victor never needed to be a strong man when it came to lust having gotten used to just taking what he wanted, but he held back from demanding a blow job for a meal, just barely. After all, why get attached to that juicy little pink pouting mouth when he wasn't likely to live through the first test of the new machine?

And that asinine scientist didn't make his job any easier, having Victor help him by using his intimidating mass in the lab to encourage a cooperative test subject as he striped and poked and prodded that pale and hairless body. Each day of testing was made worse as he had to walk the willowy boy to the open shower stall and supervise him as he washed himself to keep Magneto's lab “hygienic”. After the first week of having to watch all that smooth skin, reeking of lust as slender fingers massaged soap into every nook and cranny of it, it was a wonder that he didn't kill someone he worked for, not to mention he had developed a permanent case of blue balls that could have killed a lesser man.

The whole complex smelled of hunger from himself and keeping that boy far longer then he thought necessary. To make matters worse, he was so used to just taking what he wanted that fucking some other cute little ass just wouldn't do. He had to have that boy, even if he had to settle for his dead body when Magneto was done. It was a matter of principal now, the boy was his.

The last day of that torturous three weeks, the pretty boy defied them by sprouting pretty black kitty ears with pretty pink skin beneath, just a few shades paler then his pretty pink pouting little mouth, and a silky looking black tail proving that he didn't need any help mutating. Victor was right after all, his pet was living temptation as a mutant, though unfortunately his boss was much less thrilled at the loss of a lab rat in exchange for a scaredy cat.

Magneto told Victor to do as he pleased with the test subject now that he was no longer of use. What Magneto meant was for Victor to kill a mutant they may not be able to trust as messily as he pleased now that he was no longer a suitable subject to test on. He did not mean for Victor to claim the pretty little thing as his pet, his toy, and to take whatever pleasure he wanted from the submissive little body, but that wasn't what he said, so fuck him.

Without the bars to slow him down, Victor decided that he would have his fun, and if the beauty died from his attention, at least it was on his terms this way, so it was OK. He approached the trembling mess that was doubled over fearfully in a parody of a bow on the floor, crying quietly, expecting a painful death, and grabbed him by the silken hair to drag his face up to his cock's level. He took out his semi hard dick and let loose a stream of piss, guiding it to spray all over his new property's face and body, still in the thin white drawstring pants he'd been told to wear since the beginning of the testing. His little toy actually relaxed into his hot piss, his tail swishing lazily behind him, so he decided to find out just how subservient the boy could be for him.

“Open your mouth, slut.” he commanded. His toy's mouth fell open with a needy moan as he directed his still emptying cock to flow into the waiting opening. If his pet lived though his tender mercies, this one was definitely for keeps, he thought to himself as silky lips closed around the head of his cock. A velvety appendage danced around the slit, dipping in periodically and he could see the long pale neck flexing, telling him his pet didn't need to be told to swallow.

He slowed his steam down to a stop to draw out the humiliation of what he had in mind next, though he was having doubt about how humiliated his pet would be. He may just be turned on by the filthy act he was planing. “Lick me clean like the good little slut you are.” he demanded. His toy seemed more then happy to oblige, making happy little whimpers as he cleaned the last drops of piss from the thick cock in his face as well as any trace of perspiration that may have lingered on the ten inches of the length of the shaft or hidden on the heavy balls just past it.

Victor had all he could take of the sweet little mouth and grabbed him by his arm and yanked him up enough to rip off the soiled pants in his way. This little toy was clearly fearing the coming beating he was sure he would receive and his lovely modest cock wilted from painfully swollen to half mast and let loose a trickle of fear induced piss. Victor couldn't remember ever seeing anything hotter as the dirty slut tried to hide his leaking member behind one leg and brought his tail tight to his balls, like a frightened kitten.

He'd had a particularly good day, so he made a concession of sorts. “You've been such as good pet for me, that even though I was gonna take your cute little ass dry right now, I've decided to be nice and let you slick it up and prep it a bit first. Lick your fingers and get on your back. Show me what a good pet you are and finger your hole for me. If you make it real sexy then I'll go slow for you.” large violet eyes shimmering with tears glanced at him briefly before the boy complied, quickly dropping to the floor as soon as he let go with his fingered already in his mouth, the tip of a pink tongue peeking out between three fingers occasionally.

His toy made quite a show for him, bucking and moaning as he quickly worked his slender fingers deeper and deeper into that tiny pink pucker, moaning and teasing himself with soft caresses by his tail, as his long slim leg spread wider, inviting Victor's larger frame to settle in and have his fun. His skin was gleaming with perspiration and still damp urine as he squirmed about on the floor. Had the boy put up any resistance he may have just yanked those pale digits out and plunged in by now, but he wanted something more then just a tight hole to cum in this time, he wanted total possession, body and mind. His little slut was more then ready to give him exactly that.

“Please...” the slut panted in that sweet breathy voice of his as his fingers slid in and out of his trembling body faster and harder now. His slim flushed cock was now dripping precum all over his abdomen though the sent of fear remained, lingering just beneath the sent of arousal and piss. “Please, master...” he moaned, “Let me feel you in me. Please , I need it so bad, master.” he'd lost control of his tail now and it thrashed about wildly, splashing now and then on the wet floor.

Master. Victor liked the sound of that a lot more then anything he could ever remember being called before. Ever ounce of his self control was needed now or he would be done before they'd even gotten started, and he'd waited for this for too long to rush it now. “What part of me would that be? What is it you need, pet?”

Till now, only the faintest flush of excretion tinged his sluts soft cheeks, but apparently the thought of saying cock was a bit much for the boy, because now he was flushed all the way to his tight little pink nipples. Fear and arousal both spike from the tiny body as he stuttered out “P-p-please f-fuck my ass, please let me feel y-your huge c...cock in my hole, master.”

As he arched and writhed on the floor in a puddle of now cold golden liquid, Victor had had quite enough of waiting. He crouched down over the boy and grabbed his legs, forcing them wider and towards slim, pale shoulders. His thick erection looked gigantic as it pointed it's dripping head as the narrow ass beneath him, the flushed and stretched sphincter only opened to half his diameter despite the slut's best efforts to prepare. Knowing that his toy was likely to bleed for him only made his member twitch in anticipation.

“Take out your fingers and guide me in.” he ordered.

Now came the best part. His pet's tail shifted to the side, like a cat preparing for mounting despite being on his back. Victor slid the first 3 inches of his cock in the snug little canal, stretching it to the brink of tearing, and he willed himself to soften a bit. It was really more for his fun then to help his victim, but he told the boy he would be nice, and he was nice, though more to himself. “Your spit just doesn't seem to have you slippery enough, pet. Looks like I need to give you a little something so I don't chafe.” Victor said as he let the last of what was in his bladder gush into the tight little hole.

His toy's eyes widened at the realization of what the warmth flooding his anal cavity must be, and surprise, surprise, he moaned and tried to buck into the larger man. Victor couldn't let him squirm to much or his semi hard prick would slip back out, so he clamped a large clawed hand on a bony hip, accidentally leaning forward enough for his hair to tease at the little budded nipples. The walls around his cock started to quiver around him, warning of the boy's impending orgasm.

“Don't you dare cum yet, slut.” he growled. “You cum when I tell you and no sooner or I'll have to punish you.” he added with a sinister smirk. Pale digits wrapped around what looked like a painfully hard little cock at the base and squeezed. His whole body was practically vibrating and he was whimpering in need, to far gone to form a proper sentence any more. Hell, Victor figured he had forgotten his name by now and he hadn't even found his prostate yet.

He'd finished filling him with piss and it was starting to trickle out around his cock so he thought his slut was plenty wet enough to take the rest of him without abrading his cock. He started pounding into the hole beneath him, working deeper with each thrust and watching in fascination as his abuse turned the dark pink ring of skin to a rich purple. More and more dips of urine, now mixed with a faint tinge of blood were working there way out as he unploughed his way toward one of the best orgasms he'd had in a long time, but his fuck toy was still far to close to his own climax for his tastes.

“Look at the mess you've made, pet. Who said you could leak all over me like that?” he said as he gave a sharp flick to the head of leaking cock bobbing below him. His pet shrieked and jerked and the cock softened a bit as an angry purple bruise blossomed where he was struck as his anal walls convulsed in pain. Victor continued in much the same way for a good 45 minuets or more, peppering bruises on his toys cock and balls as he pounded into him every time the adorable kitten got to close to cumming.

The time between Victor's abuse of his toy's genitals and those cute little balls drawing up and threatening to spill again was getting shorter every time, now only lasting seconds instead of minuets, and between the pain induced clenching and the pre-orgasmic clenching both milking his swollen cock and most of the moisture being fucked right out of the little shaking body, he knew he had drawn his fun out long enough. His cock now had a thin sticky layer of blood darkening it from the friction abrading that cavity with too little lubricant so he figured getting rougher would hardly be noticed at this point anyway and the sped up his thrusting to a brutal pace.

He slapped his pet's cock and balls open handed quite hard and gave the command they'd both been waiting for. “You can't cum until you feel me cum first.” he panted. Victor took his petite hips in both hands now and dug in, bruising and puncturing the delicate skin as he mercilessly slammed into that hole, his rhythm beginning to falter.

His pet had both hands at the base of his bruised and tender cock, trying desperately to wait him out. Finally, on the brink, Victor bent to a long pale neck and sunk his teeth in hard enough to draw blood where neck and shoulder join as he peaked and emptied jet after jet of cum deep into his pet's rectum with a snarl. By the second pulse of his cock, his pet screamed and arched into him, spraying them both with his own cum.

Victor collapsed on top of hit pet, panting and trying to clear his vision as the little soiled body beneath him struggled to breathe under his mass. Surprising him completely, despite his careless treatment of the smaller male, he felt long slim arms come up to hug him closer as the ragged breathing slowed and deepened and a silky nose nuzzle his stubbly cheek affectionately. The boy was clearly out of his mind to have taken time to show a man like him any kindness, but he couldn't help but think it was kind of nice to feel a bit wanted.

“Thank you master.” that breathy, now sated voice uttered softly near his ear.

“What for, pet?” Victor grunted into his hair near one of those lovely new ears. “It's not like I did this for your pleasure.” and muttered nearly to softly to hear “I ain't that nice.”.

“You gave me just what I needed and made me so happy.” Victor pushed himself up to look at the little thing underneath him in wonder to find him sticky with dried piss and drying cum all over his delicate body and dark bruises standing out against pale skin, his hole leaking blood and cum. His pet now looked like the portrait of contentedness in spite of the last hour of being used and hurt for his entertainment.

He had to do something now to regain the upper hand or he was likely to cry for the first time in decades from the strange feelings he was getting in his chest. There was no way in hell he'd found someone who could want him as he was, right? People don't like monsters, and he had spent lifetimes becoming better at being one. He was just imagining it 'cause the sex was good.

“Look at you.” he barked out, “You're all dirty. Such a dirty little slut. And you got it all over me too. Lick me clean right now.” he snarled. He rolled onto his back and away from the mess and his pet languidly crawled between his legs to lick away everything from his piss soaked pants to the splatters of his own cum away, a serene smile on his face the whole time. As he worked diligently, Victor could feel himself swelling to full harness all over and noticed the purple had nearly all faded by the time he was clean.

Not exactly broken, but not exactly sane and with an healing ability to boot. He was keeping this one as long as his little toy lived. He may even be nice and share him with the Brotherhood now and then, but this one was his.

That was 3 months ago now. All his free time is now spent making use of his pet and he couldn't be happier. Magneto wasn't thrilled when he found the kitten collared and chained to Victor's bed later that first night, but he could never quite bring himself to feel bad about it and he wasn't letting the boy go for anyone. Magneto had said “Do as you please.”, after all.