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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: X-men evolution, as well as its
characters does NOT, I repeat, do NOT belong to me and I�m NOT making any money
from this fanfic. This story is only the work of a
FAN (a very poor one actually) that loves the characters.

A/N: College does make hard to write fanfiction, but I�ll just keep doing it at my pace. Sorry for any mistakes. The �thanks�
part is in the end of the chapter, as well as some spoilers for those who don�t
mind it.

Chapter 11: Can you
cum for me, elf?

Blob actually made Kurt clean the kitchen
before anything else. Which was hard to do having his two
hands injured. When he was finally done Blob took him upstairs bumping
into Sabertooth in the way. The blond man carried his
sister and Scott and the both of them seemed pretty beat up. However, there
wasn�t any chance to talk to them and find out what had happened, the man said
he was going to help Blob with Kurt after dumping the two other captives on the
living room with Logan.
And so he did and they proceeded to find a needle. Kurt,
knowing what it was for, reluctantly helped. They found it in Rogue�s
bedroom, upstairs. Sabertooth, always making clear
that he was only following orders, stitched him up. It hurt, A LOT. The blond
man was making sure it did. Kurt whimpered and squirmed, but it was useless since
Blob, once again, held him in place. The boy managed to hold back his tears, still, a single one ran down Kurt�s cheek.

�I-I don�t understand�you fuck me up, and zhen
fix me.� Kurt all but whined cradling both his hands to his chest.

Sabertooth stood from the bed, were he had
been sitting, and looked down at the kid on the floor. �Don�t look at me kid�I
would fuck you with a knife and leave you to die�.

A shiver went through the boy�s spine as he
realized the truth in the man�s words.

Sabertooth continued �Wolverine�well, he wants
you to last longer, so he can have more fun�Now, who�s the cruel bastard?� the
man asked with a smirk.

Both were actually, but who was the worst? That
Kurt couldn�t say. Kurt lifted his face to look at Blob. �And�let me guess, you
don�t really care as long as you get a free fuck� he asked, his voice bitter.

�Well, you ARE smart after all.� Blob
snickered.

Sabertooth was looking around the bedroom at
the moment �You know�this is a big house� he said out of the blue.

�Well�zhank you� Kurt tried not to stutter.

�Why don�t you give us a tour?...
Our style� the man continued. �Let�s start right here.� The blond man catch the
boy�s arm and shoving him to lie down he proceeded to violate Kurt once more.

Meanwhile in the TV room Marie and Scott were
glaring at Logan
as that alone could kill the man.

The dark-haired man was just ignoring it. That
irritated Marie even more.

�What the hell did you do to my brother?!� she
growled.

�Well, you saw what we did�you were in the front
seat.� He said absent minded, looking bored at the television.

�I�m talking about what you did to him in the
kitchen. We heard him scream� the man�s calmness was driving her crazy.

�Oh�nothing much� he looked at her. �You should
be worried with what my associates are doing to him right now.� Logan flashed her a smirk and went back to watch dull morning television.

�Danm sick fag� she
hollered infuriated.

That, kind of got to Scott, who had never heard
his best friend using the word fag. He shot her a hurt look but seeing how out
of her mind she was he dismissed it. He was being silly,
Marie�s brother was being tortured by those man, who were a sad example of gay
men, or a human being for that matter. He knew her anger was directed
exclusively at them.

Time dragged itself to Kurt upstairs. Blob and Sabertooth had decided that the boy would give them a tour.
That only meant they would rape him in every room in the house. They took turns
raping him and making him suck him off, on the floor of Marie�s bedroom,
guestrooms, on his own bed, against his father desk on his home office, against
a bookcase in the library, perched up on the bathroom sink.
drag
The boy right now could hardly walk. He was
mostly dragged by the grip of his rapist on his arms and at the moment they
were heading for the next location, Kurt�s parent�s bedroom. He looked up
tiredly at the men pulling him, his eyes red from crying. He wanted to plead
with them that he had had enough, he couldn�t take anymore. But a lump on his
throat and the soreness from the screaming and the blowjobs kept his voice from
coming out.

As they got to the Xavier couple�s bedroom they
went on with their little routine: threw Kurt over the bed and went on to
search through the room for something of value. That way they had time to
regain their energy and torture Kurt
with the expectation of being used once again.

The boy was lying on the bed eyes wide open, he had grabbed a pillow and was using it to cover
himself. He was gripping the pillow so tight his knuckles were white. He
followed their every move with his eyes, like a cornered animal, but right now his
attackers were just ignoring him.

The heart wrenching expectation went on for a
while. In the end, Blob and Creed were able to find some money, jewelry, and
some valued stuff like antiques. Concluding that there wasn�t anything anymore
worth stealing they turned their attentions back to Kurt, who was trying really
hard to disappear in to the bed.

Before Sabertooth
could jump Kurt, Blob spoke. �Hey, I�ve got a fun idea� he said.

�That�s new� the blond man sneered.

Blob just glared and went back to the closed to
search for something. Suddenly he exclaimed �Voil��.

Kurt instinctively thought of some joke, but�he
couldn�t say it. He was so afraid of the men, his voice wouldn�t come out. What
was happening to him? He felt his courage crumble by the thought of being
punished for his joke, even though it hadn�t stopped him before.

The big man came back with what looked like a
really expensive silky white nightgown, his mother�s nightgown. �What do you
say Sabertooth?� Blob said looking at Kurt.

The blond man laughed a little �Okay Kurty, let�s play dress up�.

The men manage to dress Kurt with the nightgown
despite his feeble struggling. They hauled him up to his feet taking some
distance and leaving him to try to keep standing without any support. The fact
that his mother was taller than him and Kurt was almost stepping on the hem of
the danm thing didn�t help as he wobbled for balance.

�He does look hot in that� the blond man
commented.

�Like an expensive whore� Blob mocked.

Kurt looked down in shame �I-I�m�� he started,
but couldn�t finish. He wasn�t even sure of what he was about to say.

Saber tooth, however, took it as an attempt of
denying it. �Not a whore?!� he snickered. He grabbed the boy�s arm and pulled
him to face the body size mirror in the bedroom, across the bed.

�Look at you�don�t close your eyes�look at it�
the man grasped Kurt�s head to make him face the mirror. �You don�t look like
an expensive whore. You look like a cheap one dressed nicely.� He mocked. The
boy just glared at him through the mirror.

It was then that his blond rapist began to lift
up the nightgown. Kurt did tried to pry his hand away, but his strength was
long gone. He held the nightgown just above Kurt�s navel, using his own Sabertooth forced Kurt�s legs apart. He them made the boy
bend over and support himself in the mirror, never letting go of the Kurt�s
head.

�Why don�t you take a closer look� he forced
Kurt to look at himself in the mirror as he shoved hard into the boy.

Kurt watched his own face contort in pain as he
was entered. Soon Kurt was back at the painful monotonous routine of enduring
the pain and waiting for whoever was raping him to cum.

He had been looking in the mirror, but as the
minutes went by he really started
seeing what the Creed was talking about: his whole body was covered in bruises,
hickeys and teeth marks; his face was black and blue; his lips were bruised
from forced kisses and punches; his eyes red and swollen from crying; his face
and hair were covered with dry cum from so many blowjobs; he reeked of sex,
blood, urine and puke. He saw the image of the cheap whore his rapist was
talking about. �Zhat isn�t me. Zhat
can�t be me� he chanted to himself not believing his eyes. But no matter how
many times he repeated, it didn�t change the fact that, yes it was his body
reflected in the mirror. They dressed him up and took him like a girl and he
couldn�t, he didn�t do anything. Kurt saw the pleasure on Sabertooth�s
face as he took him through the mirror, and still, he couldn�t lift a finger to
defend himself. A tear escaped his eyes, as he continued to chant to himself
seeing the used up boy in the mirror, �Zhat�s not me.
Zhat�s not me�.

Sabertooth finished off and Blob took his
place, nothing new. However right now Kurt was more disturbed by what he was
becoming than who took him. Did he have something sluttish about him? Was it
always there and only know he noticed? Why those men choose him to torture and
didn�t touch Scott? The only answer was that it was his own
fault. There must be something wrong with him. He now saw himself as his rapist did: something for them to fuck. He
let his head hang as he was jerked back and forth by Blob�s rough thrusts.

Downstairs, Scott looked at the clock. It had
been a couple of hours since Blob and Sabertooth had
disappeared with Kurt.

Logan had given up finding something
interesting in the television and was just smoking looking at nothing in
particular.

�Is it fun? Treating another
human being as if he was a toy, a thing. Torture him, hearing him scream
as you destroy him.� Scott asked, he was already sick
of this whole situation.

�Yeah� Logan
said coldly, unnerving Marie and Scott even more.

�Why? He is just a kid��

�WAS a kid. Not anymore, we made sure of that
yesterday.� Logan
interrupted Marie with a smirk.

�You son of a bitch. Why torture him like this? Why
raping him over and over�� Scott hauled.

�I think we covered that point, already.
Because it�s fun� he said leisurely.

�Fucking scumbag� Scott growled.

Logan just laughed �You can�t even curse
convincingly, rich kid.� Logan
straighten up on the couch and looked at them. �You
don�t want an explanation. What you want, asking me those questions,
is to understand why we are doing what we are doing. You won�t, even if I
explain it to you. But I�ll tell you anyway.� He paused and took a drag,
letting out a little cloud of smoke.

�There is not a big plan. There isn�t a greater
meaning behind all this. We like boys and we like even more to take them
against their will. It�s a power thing, if you know what I mean. It was
unfortunate to dear Kurt that we choose this house to break into. And really fortunate for us.� He said with a smirk.

�But why him? Why only him?�
Scott asked. The feeling of impotence against the boy�s suffering eating up at
him. That question had been on his mind for sometime now. Why Scott was spared
when Kurt had to suffer so?

�Jealous, are we?� Logan sneered.

�Fuck you. You know what I mean.� He yelled.

Logan got up and walked in their
direction and kneeled in front of them. �Do you want to share his fate?� he
taunted.

�I want you to leave all of us alone� Scott
hissed. Inside his courage was faltering.

�You see Shades, I
don�t expect someone like you to understand. Blob, Creed and I are very
different individuals, but we have something in common: we enjoy taking guys,
actually boys, like Kurt, by force. It�s more than sex. It�s taking something
untouched and soiling it. It�s taking something that�s whole and breaking it to
pieces. Did you ever see a spirit breaking, Shades? Or took a mind otherwise normal
and reduced it to shreds, Pumpkin? No? I�ll tell you guys, there isn�t a moment
I feel more a live then when I see someone, like your brother, for example,
breaking down, little by little. It�s a real rush. Why Kurt? That was your
question, right? Kurt was a brat, a real spoiled brat. We all could see that.
His whole carefree behavior in the face of danger showed us that he never faced
hardship in his life, or else he would know that life is not a game with a
reset button. After seeing his delicious body, because, DANM, that IS a fuckable body. After hearing his innocent sarcasm in face
of his murderers in potential, I just wanted to break him SO bad. I wanted to
hear that defiant voice screaming, pleading and begging. And, man, was it
satisfying watching the first piece of his spirit break as I took his
virginity.�

Hearing that Scott launched himself at the man,
but Logan�s squeezing
hand on his throat stopped him. Marie was about to do something of the same
sort when Logan
eyed her, �Don�t even think about it kiddo.�

�You think I only enjoy torturing little Kurt?
Oh no. I have a lot of fun torturing you guys as well. But in
a different way. Especially you, hero.� He
approximated his face to Scott�s. �I know your type. The prince in a fairytale,
you would take his place if you�d knew that it would save him, and you don�t
even like him. People like you make laugh. It�s really fun to see your
powerlessness eating you up. Soon you won�t be able to face the kid, ashamed
you did nothing to help him. I�ll destroy him piece by piece, he will be
reduced to nothing and you�ll watch it.�

�That kid has being the most fun to break until
now. I give you that.� Logan
let go and went back to the couch, laughing as if it all was a big joke. �Just
relax and enjoy the show�

Scott just banged his head back on the wall,
unable to control his anger and frustration. He wanted to lash at the man, to beat
him, kill him, but he could do nothing but watch as the man walked away
laughing. �Fuck. How can I be so easy to read? How can I be so useless? I can�t
save anybody, not even myself.�

Suddenly Blob and Sabertooth
came in through the door. Kurt was between them, being dragged by his arms.
Scott attention was forced back to the scene in front of him. Kurt was sweaty,
beat up and wearing a white nightgown. What had them been doing to him?
Logan was laughing at the angry look on
Marie and Scott�s face. He stood up once again and went to where Kurt hung from
the other men�s arms. He lift Kurt�s chin to get a better look at his face and
what he saw left the man really pleased. The boy was so weak he offered no
resistance, there were tear tracks on the kid�s face and he kept looking down
unable to meet Logan�s
eyes.

Wolverine sniffed the air around Kurt. �I�m
guessing you didn�t clean him up.� He spoke to Blob, though the kid�s smell had
answered him already. Blob just shrugged his shoulders. Logan, then, eyed the boy up and down �You�re
disgusting. But this dress thing kind of looks good on you� the man spoke.

�I�m not a girl� Kurt hissed.

�I know you�re not.� Logan answered, as if offended by it. �If you
were, you�d probably be sitting down on the corner right next to your sister
over there.� He said giving the kid a smirk.

That kind of hurt Marie. Knowing she was safe, at least as
safe as she could be with three convicts, while her brother was being
ruthlessly abused, only because she was a girl and he wasn�t.

All of a sudden, in a swift movement Wolverine
grabbed the boy and turned him around so Kurt�s back was to his chest. He held
the boys wrists with one single hand. That made Kurt show some reaction, he
began to squirm, afraid of whatever the man was thinking.

�You think we treat him badly? Maybe we should
reward the kid for his services.� Wolverine began to pull the white cloth up on
Kurt�s body, while facing Marie and Scott. That just made the boy struggle
harder. He didn�t know what the man had on his mind, but he was sure it wasn�t
going to turn out right for him.

His fighting didn�t make much of a difference
to the stronger man. The hem was already above Kurt�s navel and he was felling
utterly exposed. Sure he had been naked almost all the time since those men got
there. Now, however, Wolverine was making this in some kind of a show. And, as
if to prove Kurt�s thoughts right, Logan reached down to the boy�s member and
began pumping it.

The boy�s eyes fell open with surprise and once
again he started to struggle for freedom, only to have the pace of the hand on him increase in speed. The situation was
humiliating in itself, but what really made Kurt snap was when his member
stirred under the man�s ministration. �No, no. Not here, not now.� He commanded
his body, but as any normal, healthy fifteen years old body, it had a mind of its own. It not only
didn�t obey it�s owner, but in a few minutes it was
sporting a full fledged hard on.

Kurt was desperate, he squirmed and whimpered.
Although it was only a man holding him in place, his strength was almost
inhuman, Kurt, on the other side, was so weak his legs barely supported his
weight. He looked up at the man holding him and let out an almost whispered
�Don�t�.

It was a single word. But Logan could tell what was implicit in it. The
voice sounded more as a plea than a demand. Because it WAS a plea, Kurt was
begging, he just wasn�t saying the words. �That was a
improvement� said Logan
in Kurt�s ear, causing the boy to shudder. �But it wasn�t enough�. The man
continued his ministrations, he looked at Marie and
Scott as he did it. He thought the expression of rage in both of their faces
was danm right hilarious. Their eyes promised slow,
painful death to the man torturing their little Kurt. However, the only thing
they could actually do about it was squirm with their hands and legs bound.

Kurt meanwhile was mortified as he felt himself
nearing his climax. He shut his eyes and shut the world off. At least he tried
to, because his molester chose that moment to begin talking to him in his ear,
much to Kurt�s discomfort.

�You know I wasn�t lying when I said you look
good on this kind of clothes. You kind of look like a fairy or�what was the
name of those sissy people with long silky clothes on the lord of the rings
movies�elves, I think�Yeah, that�s right, elves. You kind of look like an elf.
So what do you say? Can you cum for me, elf?�

Kurt bit his lip, to avoid making any sound. He
was disgusted with the man talking in his ear, he was disgusted at himself.
Because no matter how repulsive the man was, his orgasm was nearing,
nevertheless. It took endless 3 minutes before it finally came. He writhed in
the man�s arms, crying out. To Scott and Marie it seemed more a cry of pain
than pleasure. A tear escaped Kurt�s eyes as his orgasm dyed down. The man
looked at Summers and said, his voice proud �And there
goes another piece.�

�Look at what you�ve done, elf� Logan said, this time to
Kurt.

The boy slowly opened his eyes as if fearing
what he would see. Logan
had his hand covered in Kurt�s sperm on the boy�s face. Kurt let out a sob,
�How could I? He raped me. How could I cum by his hand?!�

�You should clean it. It�s yours after all� He
rubbed the cum on Kurt�s mouth.

That was enough, the boy snapped. He struggled
furiously, and since Logan
had loosened his grip Kurt was able to free himself. He immediately started to
back away from his rapist.

�Get away from me. Don�t touch me. Get away� He
hollered not really paying attention to where he was going. The only thing in
his mind was the three men closing in on him laughing at him.

�You see Scotty? I treat him well and what do I
get? More of his defiant shit.� Logan said glancing at the seething young
man.

Kurt continued his attempt to get away from the
men. But distressed as he was he failed to hear Marie�s warnings for him to
watch out. Before he knew, he bumped on something hard and was falling
backwards on it. Kurt fell hard on the glass coffee table in the middle of the
room. He opened his eyes, the three men were now upon
him, surrounding him. He tried to crawl away but pain overtook fear as he felt
his right leg. With one hand Kurt reached down to his right thigh, there was a
large shard of glass embedded in it.

�Where do you think you are going, slut?� Sabertooth growled.

Kurt uselessly began to crawl in Scott and
Marie�s direction. The boy wasn�t rational anymore, he
just wanted to get away from them. The boy had barely moved before Sabertooth�s foot connected with Kurt�s
thigh were the glass was rooted. Kurt just shrieked from the pain. He
could feel the glass breaking further inside his flesh, cutting more in
different angles. He was crying openly now.

�Leave me alone� He hollered. He would not beg,
not in front of his sister and Scott.

The men just laughed,
the sound of it hideous for their three captives. To Kurt that laughter
engraved itself in his soul, the mockery while he crawled away from the pain.
He continued to inch nearer the wall, as fast as he could with one good leg. He
could see the tears in Marie�s face, and rage in Scott�s. This time he knew, it
was for him, for what the men had put him through. Scott wanted to protect him,
he had said so. The boy didn�t know how Scott would ever be able to keep him
safe, but right now he just wanted to get to him.

Watching as Kurt struggle to get to him, so
desperately, Scott fought down his own tears, that wouldn�t help Kurt. Instead,
as soon as the boy was on his reach he threw his body over Kurt�s. It was an
awkward position: Scott was draped over Kurt�s waist. The young man looked up at
the boy who was staring at him shocked.

�Don�t let them break you. You�re still the
bravest brat I ever knew� he whispered, so only Kurt could hear. Before he knew,
Scott had launched himself once again into Wolverine, hitting his knees hard
and causing him to fall over. Then he started biting the man�s leg so hard, he
was drawing blood even through the jeans.

The other men soon were upon Logan and Scott
kicking and punching the young man. The first kick causing his sunglasses to
fly across the room.

Kurt just stared at the scene horror-struck.
Never in his life he felt so guilty. Summer was being
beaten to a pulp because of him. Looking at the dark man towering over the Scott,
Kurt�s eyes met Logan�s.

�Stop�please� came Kurt�s almost inaudible
plea.

Logan ceased all action, causing the
other men to stop as well. Wolverine never smirked so wide. �Now we�re getting
somewhere, elf�.

LOOK OUT, SPOILERS: I know some of you think that I�m a
heartless bitch. Well to those of you that don�t mind spoilers I�ll give you a
glimpse to what it is to come. (so you don�t think
that this fic is just meaningless Kurt torture). Yes
they WILL survive this, and as much as I like (for some reason) to write bad
things happening to Kurt, I also enjoy the healing process. So yes, the real
approximation between Kurt and Scott will come afterwards (that�s when the angsty romantic stuff begins). So live through the torture
and you�ll get to see the guys facing their feelings for each other. Also, Kurt�s journey to heal AND deal with his growing feelings
towards a man.

THANKS:

xIreth: Sabertooth
should be castrated?! Do I sense some hard feelings against him? Just kidding
^_^ Since you were the first (and only) to give a
opinion about it I�ll seriously consider your ideas ^_~ (Poor Creed �.�).

Vampircia: I would really like to thanks your
constructive criticism. This kind of criticism helps an author. If you find
something else you don�t like don�t hesitate and tell me.
Now, let me explain my choices. I agree with
you, a lot of people would be crying their heart out. But, Kurt�s jokes were
never meant to be the �haha, you can�t get to me
doing this, you silly� kind of joke. They�re meant as bitter sarcasm, it wasn�t
heart felt humor. He didn�t want to face Scott�s and Marie�s pity, the comment
was meant to leave them speechless so he could get out through the back door.
You know what I mean? As a sarcastic person myself, a lot of times I made jokes
when all I wanted to do was cry. That�s why I saw Kurt doing the same. He
constructed that persona, �the carefree, strong, always joking Kurt�, inside he
was crumbling, but he felt the need to put a strong facade. What I mean is:
that wasn�t a heart felt joke, it was a facade he put up so they didn�t see he
was falling apart.
However, there is a delicate line drew there, I
realize that and I WILL watch out for it. As you may have seen in this chapter
I made his jokes begin to die down. That was my intention,
his facade will crumble because he won�t have any energy left to keep it.
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