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Date Posted: 10:16:02 11/09/01 Fri
Author: Marz
Subject: Believe it or not but.....
In reply to: Rowan and Tristan 's message, "You sure didn't get very far" on 23:01:08 11/08/01 Thu

It took a minute for Marz to get his bearings after he opened his eyes. Once he realized he was in his own room with Tristan sitting beside him he relaxed…………until he remembered Jeremy. The memory of the youth's tongue practically diving down his throat while his eager hands groped him, nearly made him gag. If Jeremy ever intended to become popular in the bedroom, he would need to slow down and learn to use his hands in a more productive manner with a little finesse added to his touch! And, if he ever tries that shit on me again without my consent, I'll break his puny, little body in half!

When Marz worked for La Crot, he couldn't choose his bed partners. As long as they had enough money to pay La Crot's fee, Marz would have to service them if he wanted a roof over his head and a warm meal in his belly each day. Things got pretty hairy at times because many of his clients had very strange sexual fetishes.

A husband and wife mage team put him in the hospice on his fourteenth birthday when they got carried away with the games they enjoyed playing. They couldn’t get turned on unless they teased their paid boy-toy with spells that shocked the body and other sadistic tortures. A month later, La Crot sent him to them again since they were willing to pay much extra for such a youth, who could hold up so well under intense pain. That meeting laid him up for nearly a week with broken bones and skin lacerations that had become infected.

Once Marz broke away from La Crot's stables, he vowed that he would never sell himself again, no matter how desperate he was. Never would he spend the night with someone NOT of his choosing! No one would ever take advantage of him because he'd see to it that he was always in charge of who got to share his bed.

"Jeremy is damn lucky I didn't kill him," he said, staring up at the ceiling. "The idiot practically raped me! I woke up to find myself naked with that spiky-haired bastard all over me. If I didn't think I was in the middle of a sick dream, I would have turned him into a eunuch with my bare hands at that moment!"

His eyes shifted to Tristan, the expression on his face deadly serious as he spoke. "Jeremy got away with his shit only because I was groggy and very confused at the time. My senses didn't return until I saw you running out of the room. That's when it hit me that I wasn't dreaming."

Marz closed his eyes for a moment, wondering if Tristan believed him. Probably not. Why should he believe someone with a reputation like mine? "Considering my highly sexual nature, which I've never lied about by the way, you're no doubt, waiting for me to cheat on you. Maybe that is inevitable, but who the rake knows for sure?"

He stared into the eyes of his lover, but didn’t dare touch him for fear of being pushed away. Marz knew he was too weak to handle such a rebuke right now with his normal I don't give a shit attitude. "But, I swear to you that I had no conscious part of what went on with Jeremy. I don’t even know if the moron did anything to me while I was out cold, and that's the part that really pisses me off, Tris. Hell, don't you get it? My body was raking violated by a freaky punk from another world, and I was too damned weak to do anything about it!"

Marz turned away from the dragon, moaning softly at the pain in his back as he rolled onto his side. "That's the truth, Tris. Whether or not you believe me is up to you." He fully expected Tristan to tell him to go to hell before bolting from the room. If their relationship ended because of this, Jeremy would feel his full wrath come morning when his strength was back to normal.

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