Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2015 08:35:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: DJ <dj_nifty@yahoo.com>
Subject: X-men Stories: Changing Darkness - 1 (For Gay section)

This story is a work of fiction containing homosexual (male on male)
situations. If you are too young to read this or are offended by such
actions (if the latter I doubt you would have accidentally found this site,
but anywho) then please press the back button now. Also (DISCLAIMER), the
characters in this story do not belong to me. The X-Men and all characters
associated are rightfully under the ownership of Marvel Comics (besides
Thomas). Bla Bla Bla.  Other than that, enjoy!

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Author's Note: Here is the synopsis of the story and a list of the X-Men
characters (Just for your reference and world building purposes. Most of
them won't get a lot or any screen time, but will be mentioned/referenced).

Synopsis:

Thomas Warren is a young teenager who's had a hard time at life. He's a
mutant who's been homeless for many years. He's also on the search for
something dear to him and will stop at nothing to get it. After many years
of closing off his heart in order to survive what will he do once he meets
the X-men? Now that he's been welcomed into a new family with open arms
will Thomas remember his mission and purpose in life or will he give it all
up for the sake of love?

X-Men/Teaching Staff:

Position - Teacher

Headmaster - Professor Charles Xavier
Science - Beast
English, Business, Ethics - Emma Frost
Autoshop, Close Quarters Combat - Wolverine
Leadership and Tactics, Political Science - Cyclops
Health, [Nurse], Psychology - Jean Grey
Mathematics - Ice Man
Languages, Drama - Nightcrawler
Geology, Anthropology, US History, World History - Storm
[House Keeper], Computer Science, Biology - Moria MacTaggert
P.E. - Havok
Flight, Cooking, [Cook] - Angel


Students (41):

Freshmen: Multiple Man, Wolf Cub, Pixie, Anole, Dryad, Spyke, Blindfold,
Cipher, Wallflower

Sophomores: Gentle, Wind Dancer, Magik, Icarus, Graymalkin, Rockslide,
Mercury, Dust, Benjamin Deeds (Morph), Sunspot

Juniors: Thomas, Ink, Karma, Husk, Jubilee, Hellion, Elixir, Wolfsbane,
Wither, Magma, Rictor, Shatterstar

Seniors: Gambit, Rogue, North Star, Colossus, Cannonball, Mirage, the
Stepford Cukoos (3), Shadowcat


Student Squads:

Squad Name (Colors) [Advisor]: Squad Members

Uncanny (Yellow and Black) [Wolverine]: Gambit, Rogue, Northstar, Colossus,
Shadowcat, Jubilee.

Hellion (Red and White with Black accents) [Emma Frost]: Rockslide, Wither,
Hellion, Dust, Mercury, Anole.

Exemplars (Yellow and Silver with Blue accents) [Beast]: Elixir, Icarus,
Wallflower, Wind Dancer, Husk, Wolfsbane.

Corsairs (Blue and White) [Cyclops]: Dryad, the Stepford Cukoos (3), Spyke,
Morph

Advocates (White and Charcol Grey with Red accents) [Havok]: Pixie, Wolf
Cub, Multiple Man, Rictor, Shatterstar

Paladins (Black and White with Red accents) [Storm]: Blindfold, Cipher,
Thomas, Ink, Graymalkin, Gentle.

The New Mutants (Green and Black with red accents) [Jean Grey]: Magma,
Cannonball, Karma, Magik, Mirage, Sunspot.

FINAL A/NN: Words in italics are thoughts by Thomas or a telepath mentally
talking to him. Words in "quotation marks" are spoken outwardly.

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Chapter 1

   Thomas Warren walked under the arched entrance to the building, and like
those before him he felt compelled to look up at it. His eyes scanned the
mahogany doors and moved over to the cherry ceiling. He scanned the hall
with an appreciation for the mixture of dark woods with lighter
ones. Whoever had built the place new something about decorating a
home. But was it a home, he wondered, or an institution?

   "The answer is both," said an older man in a wheelchair who rolled over
to the young man. He was the type of man who didn't seem to wear his
age. That is, of course, if someone could find out his age in the first
place. He was an enigma with his bald head and wrinkled face, yet his eyes
sparkled with a combination of youth and experience. He had seen many
horrors, but not enough to scare him outwardly.

   "It's good to see you again Thomas. You look well. Come, let's have a
talk," he said before turning around and heading toward the direction he
just came.

   As the two walked Thomas looked at his surroundings. The place looked
immaculate with its polished walls made of wood and paintings that looked
to cost thousands. The neat surroundings, added with the creepy silence,
made Thomas skeptical that this was really a school.

   "You needn't worry Thomas. This is in fact a school. The students are
just in classes right now, which is why it's so quiet. I assure you it's
not always like this. Relish in it while you can. I know I do." The
professor adds with a laugh.

   "How many are there?" Thomas asked.

   "We try to take in as many students as we can, space allowing. We do
have our limitations though. We're small with about only a hundred
students," He explained.

   "Really small then," Thomas replied.

   "Yes, but with that we offer a close connection from student to
teacher. We can afford the time to give our every attention to our
students."

   At this point they walked into his small room. It looked like the
regular type of office.  Wooden everything from the floor to the
ceiling. One side of the wall was covered in bookcases which were filled
with all types of books. This wall of knowledge made the room look as
official as the oval office. The professor moved behind a wooden desk as
Thomas looked around.

   "Living in the same building must help too," Thomas added.

   "That it does," the professor agreed after stationing himself behind the
desk, "but now I'd like to talk about you Mr. Warren. I'd like to pick up
where we last talked. I would love to have you join our school. You would
find this institution could greatly help you if you let it."

   "I'm not sure," Thomas confessed while still standing, "I've seen your
guys at work.  They're alright, but I have things to do. I can't waste my
time playing student."

   "Everyone deserves an education and as a mutant this is a great place to
get an education about yourself and your powers," The professor continued.

   "I know all about myself and my powers -- maybe too aware. Anyway, like
I said I can't right now." Thomas replied.

   "We can help you with your goal. Whatever it is. If you allow us we can
help you in whatever we can."

   Thomas stared at the man and thought over his options. He certainly
needed a place to stay. He might have to resort to sleeping under a bridge
again that night and here the professor was offering him an actual
bed. Plus, he could get food and resources to search. The only thing he'd
have to deal with in exchange was a couple classes here and there.

   "Alright, we can see how it works out," Thomas decided.

   "I'm pleased to hear that," the professor stated with a smile, "Why
don't we get you comfortable in a room and then show you around?"

   The Professor rolled out from behind the desk and moved toward the door
leading out of his office.

   "I know which room we'll fit you in. I'll introduce you to your
roommates who you'll shadow for the rest of the day."

   "Wait, what? Roommates?" Thomas asked with an emphasis on the s.

   "Yes, you'll be moved into a quad. But don't worry there's plenty of
space so that you won't feel too pushed together. Also if you ever feel too
crowded there's a whole mansion full of space that can accommodate you."

    What the hell, Thomas thought, three roommates? That's too much. It'll
be too packed in there. I'll need to get away too often, and they'll have
too many questions. I can't sneak out if there're gonna be three of them
watching. I'll need to find a way to search the mansion without them
finding out what I'm doing.  Wait, shit. Can he hear me? That's another
thing. I'm gonna have to censor my thoughts from now on.

   "And this will be your room Thomas. Go have a look inside. I'll go and
fetch one of your roommates," the professor said before rolling away down
the hall.

   Thomas proceeded to check the door and saw that it was unlocked. It
looked like Thomas's new roommates didn't believe in security. He decided
to open the door and look inside.  The room was shaped in the form of a
square U. The first thing in the room was a little living room area. There
was a couch placed in front of a flat screen tv with a game station placed
under it. Thomas looked to his right and saw what he assumed would be his
space. There stood a wooden desk set up like one you'd see at a college. It
was fit with a square lamp right above the writing surface and a few
drawers under it. Then next to it was a wooden closet fit for one person to
use. There wasn't a lot of space, but enough for casual use. Then next to
that in the corner was a twin bed that was already covered with sheets.

   "Great, he knew I was staying," Thomas said to himself.

   Thomas looked next to him in the direction up the top corner of the
right side of the U.  What Thomas saw however was a black sheet separating
the two sides. He then looked over and saw that the left end of the "living
room" was also barred off by a black bed sheet. Obviously his roommates
weren't going to be the buddy-buddy type of guys, which may have been for
the better. Certainly Thomas wasn't there to make friends.

   Being curious he walked over to the "separate bedroom" on the upper
right corner. He looked up to see that the bed sheet was nailed to the wall
to keep it up before he peeled it to the side to look within. The guy
living in this corner looked to be a slob to Thomas. There were food,
wrappers, and all kinds of crap on the floor. There was even a strange
smell coming from the place. The guy apparently loved black as he had a
bunch of dark rock band posters on the walls.  The floor was littered with
clothing, most of which were black, and it seemed that the black sheets
separating the room all belonged to him because his bed was adorned with
them.

   Thomas then walked back to the living room and moved the sheet
separating the left side from the right. He looked in to see that this side
wasn't barred off like the other. There were two bed sets on opposite
corners with their own desks and closets. Things seemed pretty normal on
this side to Thomas. One side of the room was tidier than the other and was
placed with a bunch of soccer posters on the walls. The bottom left corner
was covered in clothing like the top right corner, but it seemed like this
roommate at least tried to clean every now and then.

   Noticing an alcove on the inner wall Thomas stepped in to get a better
view. Once Thomas walked in he noticed a hallway into another section of
the room. He walked in to see that it connected the two upper sides of the
U making more of a squared donut than a U. This newly discovered
mid-section looked to be the bathroom area. The walls and floor were
covered in white marble tiles. It looked like whoever constructed the room
wanted to distract the fact that this was a college style bathroom with
pretty looking tiles. It didn't work of course as the open area only had
one bathtub/shower mix with a curtain to close it off.

   "Four guys and one shower. Great," Thomas remarked while looking around
at his new surroundings, "Plus I'll either have to go through trashy guy's
room or completely around to get in."

   Behind the shower were two windows that looked to be permanently fogged
up so no one could see in or out. Next to the shower stood a mirror and
sink set. Then to the side was a door that Thomas looked into. When he
opened it he could see a simple little room with a toilet, and another
mirror/sink combo. Thomas walked through to the other end of the hall and
ended up in the top right corner of the room again. Thomas stood there in
thought when the front door opened.

   "Hello, anybody here?" A voice called out.

   "Yeah, one sec," Thomas called back before moving over to the front of
the room.

   "Oh hey, I'm Roberto, but people call me Bobby. I'm one of your
roommates."

   The guy standing in from of Thomas stood at about his height of 5'10,
but maybe an inch or two smaller. He had a slim but toned build and looked
to have some sort of Hispanic or Black ethnicity to him. His dark black
hair was shaggy, but only ran just past his ears.

   Well if I have to look at him every day at least it's a good view.

   "Hi, I'm Thomas. Nice to meet you," Thomas said while sticking his hand
out to shake, and cracking his winning fake smile.

   "Same, but what were you doing over there?" Bobby asked pointing towards
the top right corner.

   "Sorry, I was left in here, so I looked around. Was that your side?"

   "Oh god no. That's Eric's side. Just be careful. He wouldn't like it if
he knew you were in there. The guy likes his privacy."

   "I can tell. What's up with the sheets?' Thomas asked.

   "I don't know. One day Sam and I, your other roommate, came back from
classes and the sheets were up. We didn't bother asking. It's not worth the
drama he'd start."

   "He's that type of guy?"

   "You'll see," Bobby said ominously before changing the subject, "Anyway
professor said that you'll be following me around for the rest of the
day. I've got free period now and then lunch. Wanna come hang out in the
rec room?"

   "Sure, I guess." Thomas replied.

   "Ok cool. Let's just go get your stuff first to drop them off here and
then head over," Bobby told Thomas.

   "No need. This is it." Thomas stated while pointing to the book bag he'd
been carrying the entire time.

   "What?"

   "This is it. I lived on the streets, so I didn't own much. I'd rather
not talk about it."

   "Oh ok. We get lots of guys like that. Say no more." Bobby responded.

						. . .

   The two boys walked through the wooden halls and entered a large living
area. Within was what looked like to be a room for the students to relax
and enjoy themselves.  On each wall there stood tall bookcases filled of
hundreds of books. Then all around stood tables with a bunch of chairs
pushed next to them. If someone didn't want to sit at a table there were
other options to pick from. All over the room were different kinds of seats
like beanbags, sofas, and reclining chairs. Of course due to it being a
hangout spot the most expensive looking furniture also looked like they had
gone to war with tears and wear all over them.

   Between the many seats there were also a lot of things to do. There were
a few pong tables and pool tables here and there. There was a big flat
screen tv that had a bunch of the sofas and beanbags positioned in front of
it. A few students were standing in front of a dart board and cheering at a
current competition. The room seemed like a great place for the students to
relax and enjoy themselves.

   Bobby moved through the sofas and tables with ease and Thomas followed
him swiftly behind. Bobby eventually stopped at the half circle of
furniture stationed in front of the television and sat down before he
started to speak.

   "Hey guys. This is our new roommate Thomas," Bobby said while pointing
at the guy, "and Thom, is it ok if I call you Thom, these are a couple of
my friends." Bobby then preceded to point at each of the people sitting
near him while speaking their names. "This here is Rahne."  Bobby said
pointing to a young woman with wild red hair, "Watch out for her. She'll
get you in trouble."

   "Fuck off," She replied.

   "You're Scottish," Thomas remarked.

   "Yeah, how'd you know?" She asked.

   "Probably your thick accent." The blond boy sitting next to Bobby
replied.

   "Look who's talking. He can probably tell you're a redneck hick just
from hearing one sentence," she replied.

   "What? I aint a hick," The blond yelled out making Rahne laugh.

   "The one fighting with Rahne is Sam. He's one of our roommates. The one
on who lives on my side of the room," Bobby told Thomas, "and the one
sleeping on the sofa next to us is Ben," Bobby pointed to the brunette
laying down with his eyes closed.

   "Nice to meet. I'm Thomas Warren," he said while standing.

   "Nice to meet you Thomas," Raphne replied with a smile.

   "What are you standing for? Sit your ass down," Sam commanded.

   "So what do you think of the school so far?" Rahne asked.

   "Haven't seen much, but looks like a fancy school."

   "Yeah, when I first got here I felt like everyone should have been
wearing a uniform," Bobby remarked.

   "You'll get used to the place soon enough and when you do it'll start to
feel like home," Rahne said hoping to comfort the new boy.

   "We'll see--" Thomas remarked.

   "What brought you here?" Sam asked.

   "I'd rather not talk about it," Thomas recited which prompted Rahne to
hit Sam upside the head.

   "Don't worry about it. We get people like that here all the time." She
remarked. "You know, I love your hair. I've always thought locs look cool,"
she said while reaching up to touch a strand or two of Thomas's black locs.

   "Thanks," Thomas responded with a smile. I hate when people do
that. They think they can just touch my hair like personal space isn't a
thing. Yeah, I get it you don't understand black hair. That doesn't mean
you can just touch me... I was just starting to like her too--.

   As the group continued their talk the floor started to shake. At first
Thomas thought it was an earthquake, but quickly realized where the shaking
was coming from.

   "Hey Santo! How's it going?" Bobby yells out to someone behind him.

   "Yo, just wishin' this damn day would end," a deep voice said while
walking toward the darts crowd. The guy stood over 7 feet tall and was made
of solid rock. It shaped around him to make him look almost human, of the
giant bulking muscle man kind, except with rock instead of skin. The guy
seemed to exude power and confidence. If it weren't for his skin he'd look
like the run of the mill muscle jock.

   In his fixation on the mountain man Thomas lost himself, but quickly
recovered.

    "Can you point me toward the nearest bathroom?" Thomas asked.

   "Sure thing. Just leave this room. Take a right out this door and down
the hall take a left.  The bathroom should be the first door on your left
from there." Bobby replied.

   "Thanks," Thomas spoke before getting up and leaving the room.

   Thomas made sure to follow his roommate's directions, but after reaching
the door to the bathroom he continued walking on. His face changed to a
serious one as he looked around himself. He searched the empty hallway
looking for some sort of sign or direction toward what he was looking
for. He walked on as he searched. As we walked groups of students walked by
in total bliss and ignorance. They assumed he was a student like all the
others.

   In the middle of his searching Thomas heard a strange sound in the
distance. He ran toward the corner of the hallway and then looked over the
edge to see what was happening. As he peered his head over he saw a blond
man with large white wings exiting out of what looked like an
elevator. Then as he started to walk off the elevator concealed itself into
a square column.  If he hadn't seen it before Thomas would have never known
of the secret passage.

   Thomas waited for the man to walk off in the other direction before
walking up to the column. He stared at the thing for a second before
feeling all over it. He used his fingers to feel the cool and smooth touch
of the wood and searched for a way to open it. He looked around for any
buttons or switches, but sadly didn't find any. He almost gave up looking
before he heard someone clearing their throat behind him.

   Thomas turned around to see a man was standing there. The man stood tall
with a strong body and looked down at him fiercely. His eyes were held back
by both his brown locks that swayed down his head and his sunglasses which
gave him an oddly mysterious atmosphere. His muscled arms were crossed over
each other and, along with the grimace on his face, added to his displeased
posture.

   "What are you doing?" the man asked sternly.

   "I was looking around. I'm new here, so I sorta got lost. My name's
Thom--" Thomas started.

   "I'll stop you there. I know who you are, and I know what you were
doing. You're the new student, so you shouldn't know what that is
there. Why are you snooping around? What do you want?" the man interjected.

   Thomas sighed before changing his attitude. He looked up and stared into
the man's sheathed eyes. Slowly he walked toward the man while moving his
hips around suggestively. He took one step after another while crossing his
legs to accent their length. Thomas was use to this routine by now. This
wasn't the first man he's used his powers on and it wouldn't be the last.

   He slowed his breathing while looking up at the man. Thomas soon reached
touching distance and took a second to look up at the man. He was taller
than him and more muscular.  Thomas then took a deep breath and slowly
exhaled into the face of the man. The man seemed to be losing his composure
as he cracked under Thomas's power. His frown had changed into an impassive
straight line and even though Thomas couldn't see his eyes he knew the
man's attention was now completely on him.

   Thomas raised his right hand and slowly placed it on the left check of
his new victim.  Thomas slide his pointer finger down the jawline to the
chin and then up toward the lips. He placed his finger straight up and made
a shushing sound so that the man knew his intent.

   "Tell no one what you saw, and forget this moment. Understand?" Thomas
commanded.

   "Yes." The man said in a monotone.

   Thomas then reached up toward the man and kissed his supple lips. He
placed his hands behind the man's back and up his shoulders. He held onto
the man as their kiss, though unmoving, deepened in pressure. Then suddenly
Thomas released his victim and looked up to him again.

   "Good," Thomas said before walking away from the man and out of his
sight.

					. . .

	The room was still, except for the man's shallow breathes and calls
for help. He yelled for someone to save him, but no one
responded. Silence. Silence was his only reply.

   He was scared for his life. The man had woken up blindfolded and in a
kneeling position with his hands tied above his head. He didn't know where
he was or how long he had been there.  One second he was with his friends
shooting pool, and the next they were under attack.

   He waited in the dark for longer than he imagined time could ever
get. Finally, he heard footsteps, several of them. They came closer and
soon whoever these people were they stood all around him.

   One of them pulled off his blindfold. Immediately light invaded his eyes
and burned them with their fury. His eyes watered as they adjusted to the
bright light.

   "You're awake. Good," Thomas said.

   The man's eyes soon got used to the room's lighting, but his eyes only
widened at what he saw. Surrounding him and Thomas were all his friends.

   "What the hell? Is this a god damn joke?" He screamed at them, "Let me
go you sick fucks. I'm not laughing."

   "Neither are we Joe. This isn't a laughing moment," Thomas said while
sitting in front of Joe. Thomas sat in a simple folding chair with his
knees crossed and his hands on his top leg. Joe looked pathetic in front of
the pristine Thomas.

   The room they were in looked large and made of concrete. It was mostly
empty except for a few crates and the men standing around Joe.

   Joe looked at his friends and yelled once again, "Let me go you
bastards. I'll kick your asses after this."

   "Joe, you're not grasping the situation. Your friends aren't your
friends anymore. Fact, they're not fully there," Thomas waves his hand in
front of the nearest man to prove his point, "They're mine now, and soon so
will you."

   "I swear to god if you don't let me go--" Joe threatened.

   "You'll what? Breathe underwater?" Thomas mocks, "It must be suck being
a mutant with such a crappy power... Well, actually it's a cool party
trick, but it doesn't help you out in tough spots." Thomas ranted.

   "What the hell do you want?" Joe interrupted.

   "You wanna know what my power is Joey? You wouldn't like it," Thomas
continued as if Joe hadn't interrupted.

   "Eat shit," Joe said before spitting in Thomas's direction.

   "Tell me what I want to know, and you go free. I'm looking for
somebody. A mutant.  She has something of mine and I want it back. So, I'll
need you to tell me how to find this person.  I know you know a lot of
people and a lot of mutants. It should be easy for you to help me find
her."

   "Fuck you," Joe barked.

   Thomas stood up with a deadly look on his face. He smoothly walked over
to the kneeling Joe. Thomas placed his hand under Joe's chin and raised his
head up. Then Thomas struck Joe down.

   "Tell me where I can find Callisto." Thomas seethed.

   "Callisto? I don't know. I can't help you," Joe pleaded, earning him
another strike.

   "Wanna try that again?" Thomas asked.

   "She's the fuckin' queen of the murlocks. Nobody knows where they
are. They crawl around in the fuckin' sewers. That's all I know. Really,"
Joe begged before turning to his friends who stood passively behind Thomas,
"You bastards are worse than scum. Turning on me like this. Greg I fuckin'
took care of your kid when you went away," Joe yelled at one of the men.

   "You really don't understand do you?" Thomas said standing over Joe. He
then walked back to sit down before adding, "Fine, we'll just have to start
being creative." Thomas turned to the man who Joe spoke to earlier. He
looked to be white, in his early thirties, and in slightly chubby but
respectable shape. "You said this one's name is Greg right?" He took
something out of his pocket, "Here, take this knife and rip open the back
of his pants."

   "What? Greg no, don't do this," Joe pleaded.

   "Greg can't hear you, and he can't stop himself. He has no control, and
neither do you," Thomas panned as Greg moved closer to Joe.

   "Fuck you."

   "You should stop moving around so much or he might cut you, and nobody's
gonna stitch you back up" Thomas warned, "Better." Thomas said as Greg
ripped open the backside of Joe's jeans. "Now, I want you to fuck him."

   Greg immediately began to unzip his pants as Joe tried to free himself.

   "What the hell! I'm not a damn faggot." Joe yelled.

   "You just said the "f" word," Thomas said before looking at Greg, "You
can be as rough as you want. Hell, just shove it in."

   With his pants open Greg began to kneel behind Joe.

   "Oh wait," Thomas started, "Have to get you hard first. It's gotta hurt
as much as possible." Thomas got up and moved over to the two friends. He
pulled Greg off his knees and had him stand in front of Joe. With one hand
Thomas began to jerk off Greg while with the other he forcefully turned
Joe's head in front of Greg's cock. "You're not gonna suck it, cause I'm
sure you'd just bite it off."

   As Thomas kept jacking off Greg he started to get hard. Precum began to
form at the slit and Thomas used it to slick up the cock. Thomas got on his
knees in front of Joe and began to suck on the head. Greg's dick was now
fully hard at six inches and Thomas made sure to suck it well for Joe. He
looked over at the kneeling man who looked terrified.

   Thomas used one hand to play with Greg's balls while licking the
underside of his shaft.  He then licked around the penis head and then
flicked his tongue across the slit at the top.  Thomas closed his eyes as
he took the entire cock in his mouth and slowly bobbed up and down on
it. He made sure to move his tongue under the cock as he moved his mouth
around.

   Feeling satisfied with the work he'd done Thomas stood up and jacked off
the dick a few more times, "Go fuck him."

   Greg moved to Joe and kneeled down behind him. He lined up behind Joe
and slowly began to push in.

   "Remember-- rough." Thomas reminded Greg.

   Greg then pushed his entire cock into Joe, earning a scream from the
bottom. Greg began to roughly fuck Joe who sat there defenseless. Greg
placed his hand on Joe's waist and plowed the man. The room filled with the
smell of sex, sweat and precum as the two continued. Thomas and Joe's
friends looked on as the events transpired. Thomas sat in his chair and the
others stood, but all looked on with a glazed expression.

   Greg continued his assault of thrusts with quick, hard beats against
Joe's ass. Very soon Greg began to slow down and then stop entirely. He
pushed himself fully into Joe and deposited his seed into the violated
hole.

   "Now take it out," Thomas demanded. As Greg stood up with his pants
hanging around his ankles Thomas looked at Joe and smiled, "I'm proud of
you. You stuck in there. Problem is that means we're gonna have to keep
going. Next," Thomas yelled and pointed to the nearest man on his right.

   "No, please no," Joe begged.

   "We won't stop until you tell me what I want."

   "I don't know anything. I don't know where she is," Joe yelled.

   The next man had kneeled behind him and began to unzip his pants.

   "Do I have to say it again? I'll stop at nothing to get what I want."
Thomas threatened as the next man lined his already hard dick up at Joe's
hole. "Your friends are lucid enough to pop a boner. I guess they're into
gang bangs. Well, what are you waiting for? Do it."

   "The X-men," Joe screamed.

   "Stop," Thomas commanded, "Yes Joey? What was that?"

   "The X-men. Find the X-men. They have what you need. They'll know how to
find her."

   "And where do I find these people?" Thomas asked.

   "Ask around for Charles Xavier. They'll find you," Joe muttered.

   "Good," Thomas said before standing, "Well thank you for this Joey, I
really enjoyed it."  Thomas turned and began to walk away.

   "Let me go," Joe yelled.

   "You're friends will come to in a couple hours. I'm sure they'll let you
go."

   "What? No. I helped you," Joe screamed after Thomas who's mind was
already long gone.

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A/N: Hi everyone, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter in this new
series. I'll try to upload a new chapter every week so please look forward
to that. Comments, concerns, donations? Stories about how that last scene
horrified you or turned you on? Please share with me at dj_nifty@yahoo.com!
And if you are looking to donate please donate to Nifty.org, for this site
is such a great site and deserves a little help.

Other than that have a good one and see you all in the next chapter. :)

-DJ