Ease A warm hand fondling his tail, stroking the short thick red-gold fur on the top and ruffling the soft white hair underneath with familiar fondness. Jaeger, of course. He shivered and raised the small appendage, languidly spreading his thighs, allowing the German access…
Firm lips kissing the small of his back, another hand stroking his buttock and sliding between his legs. A whispered voice.
"Are you avake, leibhaber?"
How Jaeger thought he could possibly sleep through this Dik Dik would never know. But he wasn't above pretending to be asleep, just for a little longer. He rather liked what the German would do next…
The hand between his legs eased forwards carefully, cupping his balls, rolling them together; the hand on his tail began to scratch very lightly as Jaeger nuzzled the centre of his lower back. Groaning quietly, the buck rolled over, tail still held in the German's hand as Jaeger chuckled very quietly and lowered his head to the gazelle-man's groin.
It had to be his favourite way of waking up. Terry was always boisterous in the morning, altogether too energetic for Dik Dik, who preferred a gentler awakening. And the Texan's stamina could be truly exhausting. Jaeger however…
There was an extraordinary… tenderness to the German. Almost as though he was trying to make up for his loveless youth, spent under the harsh tutelage of a demanding trainer after the death of his foster parents. He was a caring and very considerate lover.
Dik Dik gasped as the talented tongue wrapped around his erection, pulling it into a hot wet mouth, and buried elegant white hands in the thick mop of rich yellow hair. Jaeger moaned quietly, the vibration leaving Dik Dik shuddering as he climaxed, hips jerking and eyes closed… Jaeger swallowed, the slackening cock still in his throat, then slowly pulled back, giving little cat licks and kissing the limp organ as it settled back against soft balls. The gazelle-man sighed and tugged lightly on the German's hair: Jaeger slid up to lie on top of his lover, gazing down affectionately into dark golden brown eyes.
"Is gut, ja?"
Dik Dik smiled and angled his hips, raising his knees, spreading his legs further apart and cupping Jaeger's buttocks, urging him gently onwards. The German shivered happily and reached to his own groin, centring himself and easing very carefully into the welcoming body below him.
He loved this, being able to see Dik Dik's face as they made love, being able to kiss the long white throat, the strong jaw, being able to stroke and fondle those astonishingly sensitive ears and see his gazelle's reactions. The life they had all chosen was tough, painful, sometimes brutal: these tender, loving moments were to be treasured, committed to memory, to be brought out and relived when times were hard. Thrusting smoothly, feeling the tightness building in his balls, the heat in his groin, Jaeger brushed a kiss over the buck's lips, gasping as for the first time Dik Dik kissed him back… Surprise - and an almost tearful joy - startled him into coming, ramming tightly into the gazelle-man and holding still, body rigid and breathing uneven as he pulsed. Dik Dik stroked his back.
"Are you alright?"
"… ja… I am fein, mein hirsch…" Shaking, contented, and very happy - yes, he was very much alright…
Dik Dik kissed his cheek.
"Mmm…" He sighed. Wonderful as it would be to stay here all day, they had training sessions organised. Terry would have finished breakfast by now and be waiting for them. Jaeger nodded, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"Ja, I know. Ve should shower first..."Eskara scowled, golden eyes regarding the gazelle-man narrowly. He was frustrated and horny, and hadn't been able to do anything about it: Van Dik seemed to be accompanied everywhere these days, either by that Texan cretin or the dumb German or both. Oh, he could have found himself someone else - not many people could refuse him whether they wanted to or not - but the memory of how good it felt, how tight deer-boy had been, the noises he made, that tail… He snarled. No one else would do.
There had to be a way…Dik Dik stared at the rails in front of him, heart sinking. Did they seriously expect him to wear something like this?
It had all started so innocently, too. They'd taken a break from training, and were sitting outside in the sun sharing a jug of fruit juice. Kevin Mask had stalked from the building, heading for his bike: Jaeger had regarded him thoughtfully (and not a little lustfully, though he tried not to show it), then turned to Dik Dik, idly commenting,
"You vould look gut in leather."
There was a startled silence, then Terry frowned, eyes running over his team-mate's muscular body.
"He's right, y'would."
The buck stared at them both. He'd never considered the idea - felt too much like cannibalism to him, it was bad enough enduring leather footwear.
"I don't think so."
"Aww, c'mon now!"
"Terry, please. I am perfectly happy with the clothes I already have."
"Ah know, an' y'look OK in 'em. But leather's darn sexy - on the right person, 'course…" He slid a sneaky hand down the buck's lower back, tweaking the tail hidden under his costume. "On yew, f'rinstance."
Dik Dik shivered, then gasped as Jaeger fondled his ear.
"Ja, leibchen."
"But…"
"No buts." Terry sprang to his feet, hauling the gazelle-man up. "C'mon, lessee what we kin do. Y'comin', kraut?"
"I vould not miss it for the vorld!"
"But… training…"
"Aww, we can make up fer the lost time when we git back. C'mon now. There's a leatherware store in town…"It was a very large leatherwear store, filled with leather of every colour imaginable. Leather coats, jackets, waistcoats, trousers, boots, skirts, and other less-easily identifiable articles of presumed-clothing. Jaeger had disappeared towards the dim and discreet rear of the store while an assistant had taken Dik Dik's measurements - an operation that he was sure was completely unnecessary, not to mention prolonged and much more intimate than could ever actually be required - returning shortly later with a positively evil smirk on his lips and a large plain bag under his arm… Terry glanced at it and grinned.
"Oh yeah? Y'found somethin'?"
The German nodded.
"I vill show you later."
Dik Dik was curious, but before he could say a word he found himself being hustled to a large changing room at the side of the store, the assistant grabbing armfuls of leatherwear on the way. Terry and Jaeger followed, grinning widely, entering the room behind their team-mate, who glared at them.
"A little privacy, please!"
"Why?" Terry leered. "Y'ain't got nothin' we ain't already seen lots o' times…"
Blushing furiously, Dik Dik eyed the rail with considerable loathing - then resigned himself and slid out of his costume. He was naked underneath, and fully aware of the widening of the assistant's eyes at the sight of his tail.
"Wow! 'S that real?"
"Yes!" snapped the buck, slapping away the hand that was reaching for his rear. The assistant pouted and stepped back a little, then smirked, thinking of all he'd have to tell his friends, later.
The next half hour was misery for the gazelle-man, trying on outfit after outfit in varying shades of leather. They all looked pretty much the same to him, and felt the same: unpleasant. Terry and Jaeger watched, commenting to each other in what could have been Swedish for all the sense it made to Dik Dik - until he reached the last in the pile.
"Aww, yeah! Y'gotta have that!"
Dik Dik frowned at the wide-eyed Terry, then glanced at Jaeger, who was almost drooling. The buck regarded himself in the mirrored wall.
The very softest blood-red leather, trousers that fit like a second skin, knee-length boots, a tight cropped top that laced up the sides, and a hip-length jacket, fastening diagonally, over the top. The shade enhanced the red in his pelt and made the white of his skin glow almost eerily.
Jaeger stepped close - close enough for his erection to brush the gazelle-man's arse, and stroked a leather-clad buttock.
"Ja. Is wunderschön…"
"We'll take it. An' he'll wear it."
Dik Dik blinked.
"But…"
Jaeger laid a finger over his mouth - they obviously weren't going to let him get any further than 'but' today.
"Leibchen, den mund halten."
"That's told him." Terry smirked, following the assistant to the counter…They couldn't stop touching him on the way back. It was beginning to get embarrassing. As they reached home and Terry fondled his arse for the fifth time Dik Dik swivelled to face his companions, hands on his hips.
"Enough! I am not a… a…"
"Piece of fruit?"
"Honeypie?"
The buck glowered at them. Would no-one ever take him seriously?
"I am not your plaything!"
Terry leered.
"Sure y'are!"
The buck frowned at Jaeger.
"Is that what you think of me?"
"Vell, no, not altogether…"
"I see." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Very well."
He turned and strode away, leaving them gaping after him. Jaeger glanced at Terry, expression guilty.
"I think ve haf annoyed him."
"Yeah… Aww, he'll be OK, once he's cooled off. Then we kin apologise. Nicest way we know how."
Jaeger's face brightened.
"Ja… Let us make plans…"Dik Dik got maybe twenty paces before he realised the others weren't coming after him. He glanced back, to see them walking in the opposite direction, heads together, deep in conversation. Annoyed and hurt, he shoved his hands deep into the pockets of the new jacket and headed out of the complex, head bowed.
Something slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. He lost consciousness…… to wake… somewhere he didn't recognise. Blinking, he tried to reach for his aching head, only to find his wrists had been bound behind him. And in front of him…
"… Eskara…"
"Aw, you remember my name! I'm flattered." The giant leered. "Remember anything else?"
Trying desperately not to show any fear, Dik Dik stared up at the big male. Oh yes, he remembered everything, his fear and humiliation, the intense pain, the awful bitter pleasure… Eskara stroked his face.
"I remember. Such a tight fuck. You still as tight? Or have them two fairies stretched you?"
… Oh hell… not again…
Eskara was reaching for his waistband, peeling the blood-red leather down lean thighs and over the boots. He grinned.
"Red, eh? Good choice. Won't show the blood."
Dik Dik was struggling, trying to get his hands free, trying to kick, but with his hands bound, and still light-headed from being knocked out, he stood no chance against the massive wrestler. Eskara stepped back and grinned, gaze raking over his captive, then reached a hand to the buck's groin, squeezing and sliding his hand between the long legs to prod at the puckered entrance. He shook his head.
"Naw, still feels pretty tight to me. Good." He peeled off his own shorts: Dik Dik closed his eyes with a shudder at the sight of the massive cock, rigid and weeping.
This was going to hurt so much…
Eskara grabbed a horn and pulled, shoving Dik Dik around and over the nearest convenient boulder, then almost gently stroked his tail, fingers easing under it and forcing it from its instinctively protective position over his anus. Sobbing silently the buck lowered his head, brow pressing into the rock in front of him. Perhaps if he relaxed it wouldn't be quite so painful.
He tensed automatically as he felt the head of the huge organ pressing against him, forcing him open, then -
"What are you doing, Eskara?"
The giant pulled away sharply, and Dik Dik nearly fainted, though whether from relief or embarrassment he couldn't say. He recognised the voice, the upper class British accent.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Kevin Mask - leaning languidly against another boulder, arms crossed - inclined his head.
"I followed you, of course. I rather wondered what you might want with our colleague here."
Dik Dik had dropped to his knees, trying to find a way to break the bonds holding his wrists. For all he knew Kevin would want to fuck him too; the masked wrestler's allegiance was uncertain at best...
"None of your fuckin' business, Mask."
"Oh, but I rather think it is my business. Anything that impinges on the successful operation of our team is my business. You should not be here."
"Who d'you think you are, my mother?"
"Heaven forbid."
"What then?"
"You appear to have forgotten you have a match in -" he checked his chronometer "- precisely forty-seven minutes."
"Aww fuck!"
"Quite. However, you do - just - have long enough to return in time to avoid disqualification…"
Eskara dragged his shorts back on, glaring at Dik Dik.
"Next time, deer-boy…"Kevin Mask eyed Dik Dik for a moment, then loped forwards to untie his wrists. The buck gazed at him warily: Kevin made no overt moves towards him, but there was a very prominent bulge at his groin…
"Delightfully tempting as you look au naturel, dear boy, I believe you would be more… comfortable if you were to re-clothe yourself."
Blushing furiously Dik Dik struggled back into the trousers, inordinately grateful that Eskara hadn't damaged them. He eyed his fellow wrestler.
"Thank you."
"You're most welcome."
"You didn't have to do that."
"Ah, but I did indeed. Such dishonourable actions offend me."
Dik Dik blinked, then shook his head slightly. Kevin's code of honour was a very individual thing… Ah well, whatever the masked man's motivation, it had saved him from a very nasty ordeal. Kevin gestured gracefully behind him.
"Shall we be gone?"
The gazelle-man nodded gratefully. He still had no idea where they were - though it was rather pretty, now he had the leisure to look at it knowing he wasn't about to be raped - but he wanted to get back to his team-mates as soon as possible. He followed Kevin to his powerful bike, parked at the side of the road a short distance away up the rise."We will travel more safely if you hold onto me."
Dik Dik had been gripping the edge of the seat, trying to keep as far away from the black-leather-clad back before him as possible. At Kevin's words he pushed back an inch or so more, shaking his head firmly.
"I'm perfectly OK… yeeek!!"
Grin hidden inside his mask, Kevin had opened the throttle, the bike suddenly jolting forward and rapidly doubling its speed. Dik Dik grabbed for the body in front of him and hung on for dear life, cheek pressed to a muscular shoulder and eyes tightly closed. Kevin chuckled.
"I gather you've never ridden pillion."
A number of responses came to the buck's mind, foremost being that he'd never even seen one, let alone ridden it, but the safer option seemed to be not to do or say anything that might divert Kevin's attention. Dik Dik glued himself to the broad back and tried to think of nothing…The journey wasn't long, although it seemed to last forever to Dik Dik. As they roared into the complex Terry and Jaeger raced out, standing aggressively in front of the bike as Kevin halted and lowered the kickstand. The Texan growled through gritted teeth.
"What're yew doin' with our gazelle, Kevin Mask?"
The big Briton swung himself off the machine and faced the group, gloved hands planted on his hips, the gleams of golden light within his mask narrowed.
"Having just saved your colleague from the archetypal fate worse than death, I would have thought a rather more friendly attitude might be called for."
"Yeah, right!" Terry glowered, fists clenching. Dik Dik stepped forwards, hands raised, legs shaking.
"It's true! Eskara…"
Jaeger growled.
"Vhat did he vant vith you?"
Dik Dik blinked, tempted for a second to reply just what the rest of you want with me… Kevin shook his head.
"It was - a dishonourable thing. Let us leave it at that."
Terry's angry gaze flickered from Dik Dik to Kevin and back again. Finally he relaxed and growled, reluctantly,
"Then Ah guess we owe yew our thanks."
The aristocratic voice was dry.
"Don't mention it." He glanced at Dik Dik, who'd managed to stop trembling. "It's rather a pity you were unable to enjoy the ride. Perhaps I'll take you again, sometime. You do look rather fetching in leather."
Brushing a hand over the startled buck's hip as he walked past, Kevin loped away.Jaeger grabbed Dik Dik into a fierce hug.
"You are vell? Nothing happened… you know…?"
The German's protectiveness was touching, Dik Dik thought to himself. He stroked the thick blond hair.
"No, nothing. I'm fine. Though it could have been - messy, if Kevin Mask hadn't arrived when he did…"
Terry growled.
"Ah'm gonna kill Eskara."
The gazelle-man sighed. If they tried to take revenge, it would only get them hurt.
"I told you nothing happened. Let's forget it. Or settle it in the ring, if we must."
Jaeger pouted.
"But…"
Dik Dik eyed him for a moment, then kissed him soundly: thoroughly distracted, the German forgot about insisting. Behind him Terry chuckled.
"Let's git inside 'fore someone reports us fer corruptin' minors."
Dik Dik pulled back hurriedly, glancing wildly around.
"Where?"
"Jest jokin'."
Jaeger glowered at him over a green-clad shoulder.
"But vhy?"
"'cause I want some, too." He swatted the German's backside. "So git yerselves inside. I wanna see if that there leather comes off as easy as it went on…"
© 2003 December 11th Joules Taylor
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