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No. 3376
Ask and you shall receive, my son...
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Despite his nakedness and his new found freedom, Spy did not get up from the table immediately. His eyes were silently pleading with the man, as if pleading or begging would have any sway over a situation which had gotten out of hand long ago.
"Get up, Herr."
Spy looked away from the Medic finally, swallowing the huge lump which had grown in his throat and prevented him from speaking.
"This is not why you 'ave 'im 'ere..."
Medic tilted his head to the side as he watched the man on his table, a curious smile forming on his lips. He only glanced at the Engineer one to gauge the man's reactions to the words, but he found the Texan was staring at him with something which could only be described as hate.
He'd seen looks like that before. They'd been present all throughout his trial, as he sat on the bench, listening to the American and French judges rattle off his crimes. How ironic that he shared a room with two people of the same nationality which had locked him away for years. He wasn't bitter. No, he'd lost that taste in his mouth several years ago.
He smiled down at the Spy and reached up, stroking the man's forehead almost lovingly.
"It is not your place to decide vhy I have eizher of you here. You vill do as told und get up, or I vill get you up myself, Herr.. und I promise it vill not be nearly as pleasurable as zhose vonderful lines zhe Engineer has given you."
Spy turned his head away from the doctor's touch and sidled his way from the side of the cold stainless steel table. His clothing was torn and tattered and the moment he stood, the pants fell from his body. He didn't care. With a glare, he lifted the sleeve of his ruined jacket and pressed the small button on his watch, instantly fading from view with a small sound.
Engie swallowed as he watched the man disappear and the door of the infirmary open. Suddenly, he felt very, very alone. He didn't turn his attention back to the Medic until the man's voice demanded it again.
"On zhe table, mein dear Engineer. But before you do, please lose zhe clozhing. I'm afraid denim vould be much harder to cut off zhrough zhan our dear Frenchman's tailored suits.. und I don't vant to draw any more blood zhan necessary."
Medic smiled pleasantly at the Engineer, as if he were offering him a candy instead of giving him an ultimatum. A chill crawled up Engie's spine, but he began doing as the man asked. He'd never been self-conscious about his body before in his life, but as he began removing his overalls and his work shirt, he began wishing for more clothing to remove.
Engie stripped hesitantly down to his boxers, his clothing discarded in a neat pile as he watched the Medic out of the corner of his eye. His heart was thumping in his chest, and he wondered if the man could hear it.
The Medic only offered him another pleasant smile, padding the cold steel of the table as he did so.
"I don't zhink you'll be needing zhose eizher, Herr." Medic said of his boxers, his smile still painted pleasantly across his face.
Engie sighed. "What are you gonna do, Doc?"
"Isn't it obvious, Herr? You played a game of chess vizh mein beute, und you lost. Per your losing request.. not mine.. you vill take his place."
"Yeah, I know all that. What I'm askin' you, is what I'm takin' the place of."
Medic smiled and walked around the table, placing his hands on the Engineer's naked shoulders. His hands were cool to the touch which only served to send another chill down the Engineer's spine. Medic leaned down to whisper in the shorter man's ear, his eyes still on the table.
"Vhy.. you vill take his place on mein table."
"I don't know what that means, damnit! You.. you cut him.. an' then you.. you let him go, an' now he's bleedin' an' off by himself, an' you're gonna do the same to me? Huh? The hell is that, Doc?"
Engie tried to keep from sounding to hysterical as the Medic guided him toward the table. Thighs touching the cool steel, he didn't move to get up on the table as the Medic requested. Instead, he stood defiant, rigid, wanting an answer to his question before he went any further in the man-made hell he'd created for himself.
"Zhen I suppose I vill have to show you, nein? Isn't it alvays better to show.. razher zhan tell?"
A soft chuckle emenated from the doctor's throat and he left his position at the Engineer's side to rummage through one of the medical cabinets behind the table. Engie carefully pulled himself up onto the table and turned so he could watch the man, even if he couldn't see what he was doing. He didn't lay down, as he knew the doctor wanted. True enough, he'd taken the Spy's place, but that didn't mean he had to be complacent about it.
"You are fortunate, Herr. Ve recently got a new shipment of scalpels on zhe train zhis monzh. Zhe scalpels I had previously vere getting razher dull from rending flesh to remove zhings.."
He chuckled, as if he found what he'd said particularly funny. Engie did not laugh with him.
"Who else you been cuttin' up, huh?"
Medic turned to him as if he were appalled by the implications of his words.
"A man of mein craft does not 'cut people up', Herr." His eyes narrowed at the Engineer as he walked forward, holding a scalpel and various other instruments on a small medical tray. "Nein, I vould not dare disrespect your craft by calling you roughneck, despite vhat zhe ozhers may zhink of you.
Engie swallowed, but the doctor continued.
"You are as skilled as a surgeon in your own right. Zhe zhings you do vizh machinery could rival zhe zhings I can do vizh flesh, yet you look at me as if I am somehow vrong for doing zhem. If somezhing does not function properly vizh your machines, do you not correct zhe problem? I have vatched you, more times zhan I can remember.. destroying creations of yours as ve advance furzher und furzher onto zhe field against zhe REDs. So tell me, Engineer.. how is it zhat your craft is any different zhan mine?"
Engie shook his head slowly, as if he couldn't believe what the doctor was telling him. He felt the lump return to his throat and he felt nauseous, as if he might keel over on the table.
"..It ain't the same at all, Doc. An'.. you ain't.. sane for thinkin' it is. My work.. my machines.. they ain't got no soul.. like humans. I ain't playin' with.. flesh an' doin' what I want with it.. 'cause.. it ain't right! Why can't you see that?!"
Medic shook his head, stepping closer to the Engineer as he did so. He guided a hand over the man's flesh, watching as he ran his gloved finger through the hair on his chest. Engie did not try to stop him, even though the touch was the worst feeling in the world. When Medic spoke again, his voice was quiet but firm.
"You und I are not so different. Just because mein machine is a living, breazhing person, does not deter from my work any more zhan if your machinery had zhe same capacity."
Medic finally met the man's eyes, leaning forward to place his lips against his. Engie immediately stiffened, shocked by the intimacy of the touch so much that he was unable to push the doctor away. Medic took advantage of the fact and wrapped a hand behind Engie's head tilting his head back, nudging the man's legs apart on the table so he could stand between them.
A soft noise escaped Engie's throat at the feel of the kiss and the Medic suddenly between his legs. He wanted to push the doctor away. Instead, he gripped the doctor's coat in his fists and and pulled his head back so he could speak.
"That ain't right, neither, Doc."
Medic shook his head, placing the scalpel on the table beside the man. Slowly, he began unbuttoning the buttons on his heavy lab coat, watching the Engineer as he did so.
"Nein.. vhat is not right, Herr.. is letting a body like yours go to vaste. Ve are all trapped here for an indefininte period of time, und just as your machinery must be kept vell oiled in order to function properly, zhe body is zhe same vay."
Once his coat was unbuttoned, Medic shrugged out of it and tossed it onto his desk, sending the remaining pieces of the forgotten chess game skittering across the desk and onto the floor. He ignored the noise.
"Vouldn't you agree?"
"Doc.."
Medic ignored the man's protest and kissed him again, pleasantly surprised by the lack of resistance he found on the Engineer's part. Reaching between them, he began unbuckling the belt at his waist, shrugging the fabric from his hips as he did so. His pants fell down over his boots, the buckle clinking loudly against the tile, but neither man seemed to notice.
Medic broke their kiss and offered the Engineer a genuine smile, reaching between his legs to stroke his thick cock. His smile grew as a gasp escaped Engie's throat, and he continued playing his fingers over the head, watching the man's reactions with interest.
"Cooperate vizh me, beute.. und ve vill have no problems. I vill keep zhis.. exquisite body of yours.." Medic ran his other hand down Engie's chest again, circling his fingers lightly over the man's nipple. "..vell maintained."
With that, Medic begin pulling off his boots, his fist still wrapped firmly around Engie's cock as he stroked him. Engie closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the table, trying not to focus on what the doctor was doing to him, but losing the battle as thoroughly as he'd lost his chess game to the Spy.
Once the Medic had removed his boots and pants, he released the Engineer's growing erection, trailing both gloved hands up to rest on his chest. He leaned in for another kiss and began pushing the Engineer back to rest against the table.
"Doc.. no.. I ain't.."
"Shhhh.. remember vhat I said, Herr. Cooperate vizh me und zhis vill be pleasant for zhe bozh of us.."
Engie swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn't want to cooprate. Maybe if he pretended the Medic was a woman..
Engie's thoughts were lost as the Medic climbed on top of him on the table, resting securely over his own hips. He didn't want to look down, to see the doctor's nakedness below the waist, even if he could feel the man's bare thighs pressing against his.
Medic smiled at the Engineer, reaching down between them again and gripping both of their cocks in his gloved fist, his thumb circling over the thumb of the Engineer's hardening cock.
"Ohh.. god! What..?"
Engie's eyes flew open and he tried to sit up, though the doctor's hand on his chest kept him down. Medic shook his head at the man, continuing his rubbing and adding a bit of thrusting witih his hips as he ground his cock against the Engineer's.
"Nein.."
Medic leaned over and picked up the small tube he'd placed next to the scalpel on the table, pulling the cap off and squirting a thick viscous fluid generously on the latex of his glove which held their cocks. The glove shone in the hard light from the flourescent blub and he smiled at the Engineer, pumping his hand to work the lubrication over their cocks.
"Doc..!"
"Ja, beute? It feel nice, nein? Do you vant more?"
Engie couldn't allow himself to answer that question, and so instead he found himself gripping the Medic's thighs instead of pushing him away, as he'd wanted to do, only moments before. He felt thoroughly disgusted with himself, knowing the things the man was likely to do to him, yet his body was responding in a manner which left him helpless and at the mercy of the doctor's touch.
Medic leaned in close, smiling as the Engineer as he climbed a bit up his body. His lips were nearly pressed against the smaller man's as he reached behind himself, gripping the Engineer's cock again.
"I vill give you vhat you need, Herr.."
With that, Medic sank slowly back on the Engineer's slick cock, a rough gasp escaping both men's throats as he did so. Engie's brow was tightly knit and his fingers dug into the Medic's flesh as the man continued to push himself back on his cock.
"God.. Doc... ohhh...."
"Mmm, precisely mein dear man.. how does it feel?" A smirk crept over his face as he leaned down and kissed Engie again, an intimate kiss with just a hint of tongue. He was surprised to feel the man return the kiss, though he did not complain, but merely kissed the man harder to seek the many different reactions the Engineer could give him.
He leaned over and picked up the scalpel from the tray sitting next to him, rocking atop the Engineer slowly as he did so. He poised the blade carefully near the man's neck, his lips still pressed firmly against the Engineer's as he planned his first cut.
As he brought the blade down, he felt an invisible hand wrap around his wrist and keep it from coming into contact with flesh. He grunted his surprise against the Engineer's mouth.
"Non."
Medic glanced up when the Spy's hand materialized on his wrist.
"Non, docteur. You do not cut 'im. Only me."
Engie was surprised to hear the Spy's voice, but the feel of Medic's flesh hot and tight around his hard cock made it hard to focus on the situation at hand. He tried to clear his vision so he could see the Spy.
Medic smiled pleasantly as the Spy, dropping the scalpel back onto the tray as he leaned up, placing both hands on the Engineer's chest to ride him thoroughly.
"I zhought you vere gone, Herr."
Spy shook his head slowly, watching the doctor rock back and forth atop the Texan. His arousal was not hidden by any clothing, but the tattered remains of his suit were gone, and he stood just as naked as the Engineer next to the table as he watched the doctor.
"Non, I would not miss this for the world. You will keep 'his body well maintained, docteur? What about yours?"
A sly smile crept across Spy's face and he moved behind the Medic, tracing his delicate fingers over the man's back. Spy was rewarded with something of a shudder from the touch, and the doctor picked himself up only to slam harder onto Engie's cock, eliciting a sharp moan from the man below him.
"I alvays take care of myself, Herr."
"Oui, of course, mon docteur. But.. wouldn't it be nice for a change.. for someone to take care of you?"
He stepped closer and between the Engineer's legs, pressing his erection against the Medic's ass as he wrapped his arms around the doctor's waist, reaching down to stroke the man's cock. Engie watched, fascinated by the Spy's fingers on the Medic's cock and he bucked into the man on top of him in response.
"Mmm, cher.. you are fucking 'im so deliciously.. it is what 'e needs, oui? Your thick cock buried inside of 'im, showing 'im exactly what it feels like. It is wonderful, is it not, docteur?"
Medic moaned in response to the Spy's words and the feel of his fingers around his cock. The scalpel was temporarily forgotten as he focused on feeling the Engineer filling him so perfectly, and the Spy's fingers stroking him almost lovingly.
Spy smiled over the Medic's shoulder at the Engineer as he reached across the table and picked up the tube the Medic had laid aside, he dabbed a bit on his hand as he released the Medic's cock, reaching down to rub the thick substance on his own cock.
Once he was slicked up, he replaced his coated hand on the Medic's cock, the man eliciting a sharp moan as he slammed onto the Engineer.
"Oh oui, that is perfect, 'err. Lean forward, and I will 'elp the Engineer take care of you.."
Engie was surprised to find the Medic leaning over him again, the hands which had been on his chest snaking up his body to wrap around his head. Medic kissed him as he moved atop him and he closed his eyes, returning the kiss with the same vigor as it was given to him. His mind was hopelessly lost and he bucked into the Medic, reveling in the feel of hot flesh around him.
Spy smild at the display, his hand still between the Medic and Engie as he watched them on the table.
"Mmm, cher.. that is such a wonderful display, filling the docteur like you are, but I am afraid, 'err.. I need more than just watching.."
Spy reached down with his free hand and gripped his cock, pressing it against the Engineer's as it slid in and out of Medic. He watched patiently as he continued to press himself against the Medic, waiting for the man to adjust to the feeling of his intrusion.
Medic gasped loudly and dropped his forehead next to the Engineer's on the table, his grip tightening on the other side of the table as he felt the Spy join the Engineer inside him. It stretched him wide and the pain was exquisite, but he pressed back against both men anyway, moaning low in his throat as he did so.
Spy smiled, running his hand up over the doctor's back once he was sufficiently insde the man.
"I 'ave never felt you this way, cher.." He said quietly to the Engineer, thrusting himself inside the Medic and against Engie's cock, his other hand pumping Medic's cock slowly. "It is divine.. sharing 'him with you, like this.. 'e 'as wanted it for so very long.."
Engie was nearly lost in the pleasure of it all, the feel of Spy's cock pressed so tightly against his hardly fazing him. He wrapped his arms around the Medic to pull the man closer, letting the Spy control the pace as the man fucked the doctor from behind. The Spy's words, however, caught him by surprise, and he lifted his head to see over the doctor's shoulder.
"..What?"
Spy smiled at him, his hand still tracing over the doctor's back and ass.
"Mmm, oui. 'e mentioned your body to me one night last week, 'ow 'e enjoys watching you work, cher. This is my gift to 'im. 'e enjoys the feel of my cock inside 'is body, but 'e wanted to experience yours, too."
Engie was dumbfounded, and the feel of the Medic wrapped so tightly around him was not helping the situation.
"I thought.. you said.."
Spy laughed, offering the Medic a particularly sharp thrust which rewarded him with a moan from both men in front of him.
"I am inherently bent and untrustworthy, cher. 'aven't you learned not to trust anything I tell you?"
"Then what.. ohhh god..."
"The docteur and I 'ave 'ad.. a working relationship for some time. 'e does things for me that I cannot get anywhere else.. and in turn, I give 'im blood, when 'e needs it."
Engie closed his eyes. He hadn't paid much attention to the Spy's body when he'd been in his room with the man, or when he'd cut his clothing from him, but the scars which covered the man's chest suddenly made sense. A few of them were jagged indeed, but most were made with precision. A surgeon's precision.
"My god..."
"Oh oui, cher. The docteur feels wondeful, does 'e not?"
Medic's only response to his situation was a sharp moan, followed by him pressing against both men that filled him. Engie felt his balls tighten as the Spy worked alongside him, and despite himself, he wrapped his legs around the Spy, bidding the man even closer as he filled the Medic, a sharp, guttural moan escaping his lips.
Medic sighed and captured the Engineer's lips in a rough kiss, the Spy still working inside of him and leaving him entirely helpless as he was filled.
"Ohh, das ist exquisite.. liebling.. mehr.. bitte.."
Spy smiled, leaning over the Medic as he continued fucking him.
"Of course, mon amour. Tout pour vous."
He slammed inside the Medic, gripping the man's hips as he rested atop the spent Engineer. The feel of the Spy's cock sliding against him inside the Medic was nearly too much for Engie as he came down from the high of his orgasm, his cock hypersensitive from the rough stimulation.
"Ohhhhhh goddamn... you're killin' me..."
Spy laughed a rough, throaty laugh, continuing his rough thrusting inside his doctor.
"Mmm, mon dieu.. docteur!"
With a final thrust, Spy slammed himself completely inside the doctor, a soft whimper emenating from the man's throat as Spy filled him. His breathing was ragged and he wanted a cigarette, but he reached between the Medic and the Engineer again, stroking the German roughly.
Medic cried out as the Spy's hand wrapped around his cock again, and he bucked back against both men, the sharp moans which filled the room an orchestra of pleasure.
"Ohhhh, liebling.. es ist perfekt.. härter.."
Spy obliged, still rocking inside the man despite having emptied himself.
"Oui, mon coeur, I will take care of you, just as you 'ave taken care of our Engineer.."
Medic's body shuddered and he gripped Engie's shoulders firmly, pressing a kiss hard to the man's lips as he came, spilling over the Spy's fist and onto the Engineer below him. Engie was barely aware of the kiss and the sticky mess of the Medic coming on his belly, so focused as he was on the kiss the man offered him.
Satisfied, Spy leaned down and rested his head on his Medic's back, listening to the sound of the man's breathing and his heartbeat.
"Mmm."
Medic dropped his head next to the Engineer's on the table, making no move to get up as the Spy leaned on his back.
"Danke, mein liebling."
Spy chuckled and reached down, wrapping his hand with the doctor's as he looked over his shoulder at the Engineer.
"I believe you are 'is new favorite play thing, cher."
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