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Part 1 🍆
[Notes: Warning of explicit sexual content, read at your own risk. This is porn with plot and feelings. Read carefully: This is more like 'rape/non-con turning into cnc'.]
The battle they were in was very lively. Wolverine destroyed his enemies with formidable brutality. Deadpool followed him closely, firing his entire arsenal at whatever he crossed, like a totally capable madman; His aim did not fail.
The NPCs on duty were dropping like flies.
Both figures, in red and yellow, made a good team; They moved with such coordination that it almost seemed like they were made for each other.
Destroying their enemies, they showed that they were undoubtedly the best duo: brave, lethal, tenacious and above all without the ability to die, so there was no need to worry about each other... right?
In the middle of the mid-scale battle, a random guy shot Wolverine in the back with a strange weapon. Deadpool caught a glimpse of him; However, it was too late to do anything.
That weapon fired small red projectiles that flew and embedded themselves in their target.
Logan didn't even flinch from the darts; those little needles stuck into his skin didn't hurt at all. With a swift movement, he turned around, stabbed the NPC who shot him, and continued with his business.
Blood and bullets rolled everywhere.
Once no one was left alive, Logan stopped to rest; his claws were put away and his hands went to his back, trying to remove those needles.
Logan tried and tried, but he couldn't reach them.
Unable to reach the small darts that were in a place that was difficult for him to reach, Logan let out an exasperated grunt.
The scene itself was comical: Wolverine trying to touch his spine full of little red dots to no avail.
Wade chuckled, quickly going to scoff. —It seems that you are in a big trouble, melon heart; A little further to the left you are almost there. Haha,” he pointed out, laughing without the slightest intention of helping.
Logan snorted in clear annoyance. —If you're not going to do something, shut up.
Wade approached from behind, amused, looking with pleasure at Wolverine's broad back; He groped him a little... let's say, he helped him take off those small objects.
Logan, feeling his hands, looked at him with disgust, but in the end he didn't move away; He turned his back on her, letting her help him with an unfriendly face.
Ah, typical Wolverine, bitter and grumpy as always. When will the day be when I show another emotion other than anger?
Wade smiled ruefully and continued joking: "That's what you get for being so big and muscular." Look at you, you can't even scratch your back. Oh, poor badger.
Since Logan didn't respond with his typical "Fuck you." Wade concentrated on plucking the darts with a bit of curiosity; In truth, he had not expected that NPC to shoot something like this, he thought they would be normal bullets.
What will these things be? What was its purpose?
Those little syringes had a red liquid inside. Wade thought it was poison and instinctively asked, "Are you feeling okay, Peanut?" This doesn't look like strawberry juice.
Logan didn't respond and Wade could hear the man's breathing become somewhat heavy. The smile faded from his face.
"Logan..." Wade called a little worried. —What's happening?
Wade ripped out all the darts, which were more than 10, before touching Logan's shoulder to force him to turn around.
As soon as he saw the look on his face, he knew things were going wrong... very wrong.
Wade opened his eyes wide only to meet Logan's reddish, almost terrifying eyes that contained an incomprehensible heat.
"Shit, Logan, what did they give you?"
Wade returned to look at the lifeless body of that NPC who shot, knowing that he would get no response.
They were all dead.
Logan, staggering with a hunched posture, tried to approach at a slow pace. Wade consecutively backed away, fearing that whatever they had administered to him was some kind of drug to alter his wild intestines.
An uncontrolled Wolverine was a very serious problem. Wade knew that whatever they did next was going to hurt, so he fully prepared himself by grabbing his weapons.
—Peanut, please don't make me shoot. Be a good boy. Wade tried to persuade gently. The sun is setting, big guy.
Logan's eyes never left him; Wade took a step back as he advanced.
Logan caught his evasiveness and his narrowed eyes glowed red. In a quick movement, he pounced on Wade, who hesitated for a few seconds to shoot...
And, although he felt that it was obvious that there was something wrong with Logan, the way in which he looked at him was somewhat strange; There was no hatred or blind fury in his actions. The claws had not come out.
Wade couldn't detect murderous intent. Logan just looked...confused.
Logan knocked him to the ground, subduing him with ease; Then, towering over Wade like a dog, he sniffed at Wade's neck through the fabric of his suit.
Wade shivered a little in surprise; He had never had Logan so close to his jugular and he didn't want to witness an act of pure cannibalism if in a fit of rage Wolverine decided to rip out his throat with his teeth.
—Logan... can you hear me? —he asked, moderating his voice as much as possible.
Logan half-groaned in response, head down and actions clumsy; Hearing Wade's voice, she stopped dumbly, raising her head to look at him.
Wade took advantage of that moment to take her face in his hands.
Logan looked like an idiot; his eyes were unfocused, his mouth half open revealing his fangs. From the silly expression he wore, it looked like he would fall asleep at any moment.
Wade had the impulse to slap him to see if that's how he would react.
—Oh, Peanut, that's what happens to you for not learning to dodge; Look, they already left you all idiot. —Wade thought it might be a sleeping pill they gave him and he relaxed.
If Logan was half moron, so much the better for him.
A mischievous smile appeared on Wade's face, and he immediately reached out with his hands and began playing with Logan's hair, completely messing it up. He moved it from side to side until it turned into a birds' nest.
—Haha, now you look like Logan from the era of Apocalypse.
Wade laughed heartily and, not content with his little prank, pulled Wolverine's cheeks back and forth, forcing him to make funny expressions.
Logan didn't resist in the slightest and Wade sneered in his heart for it. What a cute man, for God's sake. How can he be so cute?
Wade was immensely happy; right now he had a completely drugged and helpless Wolverine just for his delectation. He wanted to play with him as much as possible before the drug wore off and Logan stabbed him for making fun of him.
Logan looked like a cute kitten who enjoyed being cuddled, occasionally rubbing his head against Wade's chest. With the most passive attitude, he allowed himself to be caressed without resistance.
He almost seemed to enjoy it.
—Awww~ —Wade melted with tenderness.
Without his permanent Wolverine scowl, his expression became soft and his features became even more attractive.
Wade was chuckling, completely amused at having successfully tamed Wolverine; You will certainly be sure to etch this experience forever in your memory. It wasn't every day something like this happened.
Thank you, Nameless NPC.
Wade thoroughly enjoyed this wonderful experience; He played and played with his cute, cuddly Wolverine until… he eventually got bored.
As time passed, lying on the floor doing nothing seemed uncomfortable to Wade; His 50-year-old back was crying out for a change of position.
Wade used his elbows to support himself and try to get up, careful not to upset Wolverine, who at the moment looked peaceful...
Serious mistake.
Part 2 🍆
Feeling her slight movements, Logan's calm expression changed completely; His eyes narrowed in annoyance and immediately, using his vantage point, he pushed Wade to the ground again.
Grunting to hold him in place, Logan threw himself fully onto Wade; His sharp jaw stabbed into the mercenary's chest.
—Logan!? —Wade yelled as he was pushed too hard; His neck hit the ground, making him see stars for a few seconds.
Wade stroked the back of his sore head and tried to get up several more times without success; He was already a little annoyed by having a very heavy man on top of him crushing him, so he forgot that he should be considerate and scolded harshly.
—Do you want to get off? —Seeing that Logan was harmless, Wade also used his strength and pushed him away. —Just move a little, yeah.
Logan didn't seem to like being pushed away, because the next moment he roared loudly and lunged again.
Wade, who was forcefully pushed back, crashed onto the concrete completely stunned, but not because of Logan's action, but because in that push he felt something hard pressing against his butt.
-That...?
It was so unexpected that he accidentally let out a gasp of shock. —Ugh?
Hearing the peculiar sound Logan made, he stopped dead above him and his eyes flashed crimson.
Wade caught that flash and, not knowing exactly what had caused it, he dared not be careless; He remained unusually quiet, pretending that moan never happened.
Wolverine on him looked like a lion stalking its prey; He came dangerously close until he was just inches from Wade's face.
Who, feeling imprisoned, became smaller and turned his head to the side just to hide from the man's intense gaze.
Not caring about exposing his vulnerable neck, Wade's cheek was touching his own shoulder, praying that "that" he felt wasn't what he thought.
His heart was beating like drums in his chest...Oh, for Kamisama. What is happening?
Then, the next moment, as if he was being possessed by something, Wolverine grabbed Wade by the knees, roughly separating his thighs.
Pressing his body down, Logan sank almost desperately into the middle of Wade's legs.
Attacking Wade, that rock-hard object, was even more noticeable.
Wade: "..."
It seemed that it was not a sleeping pill, but an aphrodisiac...
Wade, almost speechless, could only think, "What the fuck." Feeling how they spread his legs.
It took him a few good seconds to process that "that" he felt in his butt was the weapon that Wolverine always kept in his pants.
I already suspected it, but I didn't expect such a quick confirmation.
A soft tingle ran through Wade's body as he felt those small pushes and, almost frightened, he tried to back away to get away; However, he couldn't even try. As soon as she raised her head and saw Logan's dissatisfied expression, who was looking at her clothes as if they had offended him, she became alert as she had a bad feeling.
—No... wait. —Wade spoke too late. Logan grabbed his Deadpool belt, the one with his weapons, and yanked it off, tossing it to the side.
A clang came next as their weapons were thrown away, out of reach.
One by one, Wade was stripped of anything he might have that would get in the way of Logan touching his body.
The guns were out, the ammunition was out, the swords were flying unceremoniously and it's not like Wade had done anything to prevent it. Of course.
No, Wade was more focused on feeling Logan's hands running all over his beautiful, statuesque body, which he practically didn't mind leaving himself at his mercy on a silver platter.
Wade standing completely still wanted to see how far the man would go before the effect wore off. Why did it have to happen? No?
He still had the knives hidden in his gloves and his baby knife in his leg. It would be okay if things got difficult later.
Wade at some point voluntarily removed his mask, showing his face to see if it would discourage Logan..."
Inside, Wade was ecstatic; The mere thought of doing it with Logan here and now was stimulating enough to make him shiver with excitement.
It was no secret to anyone that she liked the man; She knew that her chances with him were less than zero, but at this very moment it seemed that a scene of hard and unbridled sex was coming.
Seeing his face, Logan didn't react as he expected, but rather looked somewhat happy; He rubbed his cheeks against Wade's excitedly, and if the man had a tail, Wade bets it would be wagging back and forth right now.
"..."
Wade was speechless. What kind of aphrodisiac did they give Wolverine? Why does he behave like a dog?
When the man's hands traced the shape of his body over his clothing too intensely, Wade didn't even know what to think about it.
Maybe I should stop it... Or should I?
Logan's big hands were quick and efficient; They touched Wade's waist from one side to the other at the level of the navel, scratching the fabric as if they were looking for something...
Maybe a way to get his pants down.
Wade thought about it and smiled a little, knowing that if Logan wanted to take the suit off of him, he was going to have a hard time. The zipper was at the back and at the front everything was joined together without any division, except for that small opening at the bottom where his "little friend" comes out; there was no way I could remove anything.
"Silly Peanut," Wade said, tapping Logan on the forehead. My suit opens at the back.
As expected, Logan did not understand what she said and continued touching the fabric of her suit with a kind of poorly feigned disgust, looking at her as if she had offended all of his ancestors. He grabbed a handful of fabric and pulled it up.
*metallic sound*
Snikt. Clink. Snuckt.
Part 3 🍆
Wade's eyes shot open as soon as he saw the claws coming out... Oh, shit.
However, contrary to what I believed, they did not stab wildly, but rather slipped under the previously raised cloth.
—Oh no, don't you dare. —Wade shouted immediately upon understanding Wolverine's intentions.
It's just that his warning came too late; In a matter of seconds, the claws cut with chilling precision a new split in his suit.
Wade was horrified beyond measure as the claws moved towards his face, stopping just in time to avoid hurting him.
It's not like he cared if Logan cut him off or not; That was the least of it... But his suit, that was another matter; His suit does not regenerate as in the movie.
—Damn bastard. —Wade almost kicked on the spot when his eyes focused on his chest and saw all the destruction he had caused.
Logan had cut Deadpool's suit in half; The entire way from the crotch to the neck was torn in a straight line with a resounding noise.
How are you supposed to fix this?
"YOU..." Wade scolded angrily. —This will be expensive for you. Do you hear me? How dare you break my suit?
Turning a deaf ear to the complaints, Logan's palm slipped through the improvised opening, touching Wade's stomach, which shuddered at the contact.
Wade couldn't stay upset, not when he was being touched in such an inappropriate and vulgar way.
Logan's hand traveled all the way down the exposed skin until it stopped on Wade's neck.
Squeezing lightly when reaching the jaw. Those hands explored everything they could touch.
Wolverine's touch was intense, leaving a feeling of warmth wherever he touched. Wade held his breath for a second… God, this feels so good.
Wade enjoyed it for a long time writhing in a pleasurable manner; However, when he raised his eyes and noticed Logan's somewhat lost look, he was overwhelmed by an enormous burden of conscience.
This is wrong.
Fuck. What the hell is he doing?
Under normal circumstances, Wade wouldn't have had a problem; Who hasn't slept with their best friend once...?
Well, in his case he's not sure he's Logan's best friend.
In fact, he didn't know if they could call each other friends. Logan barely tolerated it; They only lived together because there weren't many options, and in this entire universe, Wade is the only person Logan knows and is most familiar with.
Wait...what's the definition of a friend to begin with? Does it classify as such?
Wade didn't know it but the friends certainly didn't have sex on evil bases under the influence of mysterious substances.
Logan was high and was just looking to release his frustrations on the first thing he could get his hands on, which just so happened to be the...
And that was precisely what was wrong: Logan was not in his right mind; He was doing this against his will.
Even if Wade willingly spreads his legs for him, that's not something he should do.
When he returns to normal and the aphrodisiac wears off, their friendship, if it can be called that or whatever they have between them, will come to an end.
Logan might perhaps feel disgusted or embarrassed... What if he decides he's uncomfortable and leaves?
Wade doesn't want to lose him; Even if he wants and likes Logan, he can't let him do this.
Wade pursed his lips tightly, holding back. He wasn't going to let the situation escalate beyond simple touching.
She's not going to ruin her healthy coexistence with Wolverine with a sex scene under the influence of drugs... Even if that's what perverted girls want to read, it's not going to happen... (Wink wink*)
It's not right and it's not right. Consent is everything.
Plus, Logan doesn't see it that way either; To him he's just an idiot who kidnapped him and took him to live with him. Who wanted to get romantically involved with someone like that?
Wade tightly gripped Logan's hand that was on his neck, tracing circles with his thumb for some reason.
-Oh. Forgive me, Wolvie, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I can't do this to you.
Wade apologized, caressing Logan's cheek with his other hand to explain things. —It's not good. You understand.
Logan looked at him, but at the same time it seemed like he wasn't; His eyes were lost without a fixed point.
Wade had all the more reason to resist; he tried to exert force to escape, pushing a little to create some distance; However, Logan did not allow it, he reacted violently.
Growling in rage, Logan quickly caught the arms that sought to push him and raised them above Wade's head.
Lunging out aggressively, Logan's large hands went to the mercenary's hips, pressing hard to keep him in place.
—Humph!
Wade let out a sharp gasp, his suit was torn all the way down and he could more firmly feel Logan's hardness hitting his… oh, damn!
Logan's nose wrinkled, his eyebrows drew together, and his eyes reacted...
Damn!
Wade cringed; Logan seemed to stare at him with an intensity that could burn him if he could.
Wade tensed, not knowing how to flee without aggravating matters, and tried to quickly search for the weapons he had lost.
As he looked for Wade's eyes, they only strayed for a fraction of a second, but just in that moment of hesitation, a quick hand roughly grabbed hold of his lower jaw.
Spreading his lips with brute force, Logan shoved his thumb into the petrified Wade's mouth.
How fast
Part 4 🍆
Standing face to face, Wade was pierced by a pair of unfathomably dark eyes.
-It..."
Wade couldn't continue speaking.
The second Logan's face filled his field of vision, the man leaned toward his lips, coming to claim them as if they belonged to him.
Wade felt his lips being pressed, and with nowhere to run, he could only retreat downwards again.
As if to subdue him, Logan used his entire body to pin Wade beneath him, stealing kisses like a bold thief.
At first it was just simple friction, but then the intensity escalated.
As the kiss deepened, all the desire and irritation of the man using his arms and legs to hold Wade down could be understood from the harsh contact.
Logan's breath was hot… too hot.
Wade was jolted as he felt the crack between his lips burst open and a wet tongue invade without permission.
The owner's insolent tongue, even more insolent, slid into his mouth. Meeting his tongue, Wade let out a moan that was caught in the intimacy of their joined lips.
—Mhmm.
Logan's hands were skillful; They didn't stay still, they ran over Wade's face, tracing paths through the scars on his face.
Wade's heart raced even faster as he felt those soft caresses.
With the lips of the man he secretly liked touching his. Wade was trapped between the cold floor and a hot body that wanted to devour him.
His head became cloudy; For being high, Logan was a very good kisser, strong and rough, almost desperate, just the way he likes it.
Wade couldn't resist for long; he closed his eyes, letting Logan do whatever he wanted, enjoying his touches and attention; He reciprocated the kiss that seemed to want to steal his soul.
Logan was not a delicate person; He didn't mind biting his lower lip with his sharp teeth until he drew blood, roughly nibbling everywhere.
Wade's eyelashes trembled at the depth of the kiss that should rather be called a wanton collision.
It was so intense and voracious that Wade couldn't stand it anymore.
The kiss lasted too long; For a moment he couldn't breathe, his legs kicked for air, his arms tried to push Logan without success.
Wade's arms were losing strength, the air in his lungs was scarce, his vision became blurry and he doesn't know if he stopped breathing at some point.
Wade, in desperation, bit Logan; The separation was almost immediate. Their mouths parted as if instead of a split lip that would heal in seconds, their heart had been ripped out.
Wade gasped for air; Her lips were swollen, her face red, she couldn't stand up, her head was spinning, completely disoriented. Logan had literally just kissed him so hard it left his legs shaking.
Damn, what an intense man.
He didn't know how long they had been kissing, but Wade could feel his lips tingling, not to mention the problem he had in his pants.
He's not high, but you could tell he was a little excited.
Logan sniffs the air, his action similar to that of a police dog searching for drugs; His head turned in Wade's direction as if he could detect something in him.
Wade cowered in place; Logan's eyes were dark and deep; However, they were somewhat covered by a thick fog that gave them a sinister touch when they landed on something.
Cautiously, Wade glanced sideways, waiting for any escape route.
He wanted to see if he could leave Logan locked up in this place until he got over it. Since it had a healing factor, that should eliminate the effect of the drug in a few hours...
—Oh?!
Wade screeched pathetically, returning his attention to the front; As if reading his intentions, Logan had held him by the shoulders in a death grip, each hand grasping each end of torn fabric. He forced her to slide sideways on her arms.
—Noo!
As if it were a fruit that had to be peeled to eat, Logan began to remove layer by layer all the fabric around Wade with a haste and urgency not very like him.
The suit slid off Wade's shoulders, exposing his torso, and Logan's breathing became more urgent as more skin was exposed. As if he liked what he smelled, he knocked Wade to the ground again, biting his neck hungrily.
Biting and sucking on everything within reach, Wade writhed back and forth, somewhat overwhelmed by the intensity and suffocating pressure.
—Ouch! Hurts. Hurts.
Wade was again subdued by Wolverine's brutality; The sharp teeth tore the flesh until blood was drawn. —Oh!... Enough. No. Stop.
Logan was too out of it, biting his neck so hard that the blood was flowing uncontrollably and the screams and screams that Wade was letting out without being able to stop it only encouraged him even more.
For some reason, Wade felt exposed…almost vulnerable. He wasn't liking this anymore.
Logan had the basic instincts of an animal only looking to mate; He just wanted to release his frustration.
His cock was painfully hard through the fabric of his pants; When it collided with Wade's butt, which was also in the same condition, the friction did not feel pleasant at all because of the fabric that was in the way.
Logan's expression contorted, looking pained and dissatisfied; being abruptly pushed aside by Wade, he looked at him reproachfully.
—Oh, damn, please don't make that face or look at me like that.
Wade covered his neck, which had equal parts blood and saliva, avoiding Logan's gaze with some regret.
This situation seemed to be a typical cliché that could only be summed up in the mythical phrase of fuck or die.
Absolutely no man wanted to go through this; It is horrible to be all hard and not be able to get relief. That hurts.
Being under his groping, Wade can feel how the man is burning all over.
Panting like he was dying of thirst. Wolverine's body burns like he has a fever, a bit of sweat runs down his forehead, and his heart is racing so fast that Wade can hear it pounding, pumping over the edge with pure adrenaline.
Logan must certainly be having a hard time; all agitated and disheveled, with kicked puppy eyes, he looks pitiful... so pitiful that Wade considered it again, this time more seriously and urgently.
Time is running out and he must make a decision before it's too late to run for his life... Or for his chastity.
And that's because Deadpool knows for a fact that no matter where he runs or how hard he tries to escape, he won't let him... There's no escaping Wolverine.
There is literally an entire movie that explains it. Deadpool would never be able to beat him in a fight, much less run away from him if he went into berserker mode.
Plus, Wade knows that if he doesn't do something soon, the unrelieved need and desire will only make Wolverine more violent and more anxious.
Then, this 200 kilo mutant will no longer be so considered; He will look for a way to free himself by all possible means.
Controlled by intense carnal desire, he will look for something to satisfy himself and, when he finds it, he will fight to subdue if necessary and, whether the person in question wants to do it or not, it will not matter to him.
All he wants is someone to fuck.
And even though it had previously been concluded that allowing that was wrong!... let's just say that Wade might be somewhat willing to have his *asterisk broken... all for Wolverine's sake, of course; It's not because deep down he wants Logan to make him his by force. No, no, not at all. What kind of crazy person wanted something like that? Ha ha ha!.
Part 5 🍆
—You're really forcing me to open my legs. “Peanut,” Wade said with some “resignation.”
As expected, Logan didn't understand his dilemma; No, he just wanted to fuck him and satisfy his instincts urgently.
What's more, Wade is painfully aware that the only thing necessary to end this is to spread his legs and he feels like he's being a fucking bastard by not letting himself be fucked right now.
In an attempt to avoid doing so, the Great Mercenary Gobber had an idea: what if he sought to console him in another way...? Maybe it could offer some manual relief. They already know how to give you a hand with your problem.
Even though his reasoning was "feasible", Wade was a little nervous when his hand reached out to touch Logan, who already almost looked like a rabid, red-eyed wolf.
"Peanut," he called softly. Logan seemed to recognize his voice, as he leaned into his hands as if longing for Wade to pet him.
It's just that, as he leaned over, Logan accidentally brushed his knee against Wade's member, which, with so many caresses, was already hard inside his torn pants at this moment.
At that fleeting touch, Wade even forgot what he was going to do, trying to forcefully suppress his reaction.
—Mmph!..." —Wade let out an anguished noise before pressing his lips together tightly, instinctively wanting to close his legs to hide his own erection; they slammed into something solid... Logan's hips.
Wade cursed under his breath... Shit!
His action drew Logan's attention to his crotch, where a small bulge was rising through his white underwear with little red hearts.
Wade tried to cover himself with his hands so Logan wouldn't see that. However, that was a bad idea. Logan was faster and touched it over the fabric... as if he had no idea what it was or as if he wanted that sound he heard to repeat itself. He squeezed.
—Ngh! No...
Wade squirmed at the contact, quickly raising a hand to his lips to avoid making any more unseemly noises.
With some shame he avoided Logan's gaze, instinctively wanting to close his legs and hide.
And deep down, Wade is also a man who gets excited easily; Upon receiving that stimulus, his member couldn't help but get harder.
Hearing it, Logan put his nose close to her neck, sucking deeply against her exposed skin.
Wade's senses were stimulated by the tickling sensation of the man's breath moistening his skin.
So close… Wade could hear breathing rumble in his ears and he found it kind of sexy the way Logan was stalking him, almost like he was an animal.
Wade, who was under a handsome, muscular man feeling womanly things, silently wondered if he also fucked like one.
Inhaling more forcefully at the air around him, Logan's expression immediately changed; his pupils dilated so that his eyes now looked more like those of a hungry beast than those of a man.
Wade noticed that something had changed in the atmosphere; Logan was more upset than usual. His entire body was tense, dangerously on guard, ready for attack.
Releasing a low, rumbling snort, the man who had been patient until now completely tore off the underwear that covered Wade's private parts with his bare hands.
Those cotton boxers didn't even stand a chance, tearing on the spot.
The action was so fast that Wade could barely react; When he just processed what had just happened, Logan already had his head submerged in his belly.
Wade's thighs trembled as Logan grabbed him with both hands below his knees, spreading them wider for him; In a wider position he placed himself in the middle.
With his entire being exposed and completely naked at someone else's mercy, Wade knew too late that he'd lost his chance to escape (not like he'd really tried, but I consider it) when Logan pulled down his pants, exposing his manhood.
Seeing her all upright and proud, Wade wanted to take it back: That wasn't going to fit into him, Absolutely not!
Logan settled himself better between her legs, watching her face carefully. They were both inches apart, their breaths intermingling.
Wade's breathing was already a little labored from having Logan's entire body wedged between his legs.
A position like that really makes one feel threatened. Seeing his disadvantage, Wade was already more than aware of what was to come and the knife in his hand trembled slightly, hesitating. Should I do it or not?
Logan looked at the knife for a few seconds; However, he kind of didn't seem to care.
Wrapping a hand around his waist, Logan wrapped his arms around him, lifting him slightly off the ground only to bury his face in the crevice of Wade's neck.
Which I did a lot lately; Ever since he was affected by the aphrodisiac, he rubbed his nose against Wade as if seeking to mark him with his own scent or something.
Wade deduced that it must be because his scent was somewhat familiar to Logan.
Logan sucked on the skin of her neck so hard it would have left bruises that couldn't be erased. His lips descended to Wade's chest, where he left a slower, more marked bite, followed by a brush of his tongue that burned like fire on the skin.
As if not seeking to hurt and rather seeking to claim, Logan marked everything he could reach.
Wade, who was a little nervous about the cold breeze he felt on his exposed rear, concentrated on those caresses so much that he forgot what was going to happen to him.
Wade raised his hands to Logan's hair, letting out sighs from time to time, perhaps mentally preparing himself.
He was already trapped and there was nothing he could do.
A shiver ran through him as his sensitive spot felt the heat and hardness of a man brushing his tip against his exposed ass. Logan lined his manhood at some point and Wade would have liked a warning or something, because the next thing he felt was an invading object pushing its way through him, tearing his insides apart.
From what he could deduce... Logan had penetrated him in one go!
Maddening pain surged from the depths of his body, forcing him to arch his back to better receive it.
—AAARGHH!!
The almost piercing scream that left his throat was one of pure pain and burning. Yes, they had caught him off guard. Hey.
Wade forced himself to remain silent; It wasn't like him to shout over small things... Although in the midst of his agony the knife slipped from his hand, without him realizing it. He cared little or nothing.
Shit.
Hurts.
Part 6🍆
Wade had experienced different types of pain, each worse than the next: broken bones, fire, suffocation, electricity, bullets, cuts, stabs; He was even stabbed in the penis once... by Wolverine. (The bastard who was screwing her right now)
He also received a bullet in the butt; Of everything anyone could do to him, there was nothing he hadn't experienced.
She even had a rubber dildo up her ass once; It was not a pleasant experience. The discomfort and zero satisfaction he felt from being penetrated by that was enough to make him never want to do it again.
However, this was different... very different... too different... there was no point of comparison... Today I didn't have a plastic dildo in my ass, I had a real, hard, big, thick, hot penis thrusting its way roughly.
With his entire neck full of bite marks that healed in record time, Wade endured the painful sensation he felt deep within his body; The hard, thick part of the man entering him was... throbbing?
Oh shit.
Wade could feel it throbbing inside him and he was horrified. Damn, did Logan's penis come with a vibration included or what...? Is this normal?
Wade didn't know, he had never done it with a real man before... This was his first time.
So, closing his eyes, he clumsily clung to Logan's neck, using him as his anchor. Wade's entire body was trembling in such a way that, if he didn't know better, he would say that he was a little scared, but that's impossible; It's Deadpool and he's not afraid of anything.
Calming himself, Wade took a deep breath because he knew what was coming. Watching those gay porn videos by mistake did serve a purpose; I had also read too many BL mangas to not know what was coming next. He was not inexperienced in this.
He had already made up his mind and was ready; her legs spread wider, allowing easy access. With his eyes closed, he tried to relax his body.
This way maybe it would hurt less.
Logan sank without consideration; Clumsily and brutishly, he made his way all the way to the end with a single thrust.
Taking it all at once, Wade's expression contorted, he gritted his teeth and, furious, punched Logan to express all the pain his Anastasio felt at being brutally torn apart.
“Idiot…” Wade, overcome with pain, couldn't help but curse out loud as he endured. You better go slow or I swear I'll castrate you.
Wade didn't consider himself a natural bottom, so he wanted things very slow and with intense eye contact. Things that he certainly wasn't going to get today, so he didn't mind asserting his preferences when "doing it" with blows.
The situation at hand required patience, something a drugged Wolverine could never conceive of, so the temper in Wade's chest only increased.
—You could be kinder; Don't put it all in me at once. It hurt me. Bastard.
For every word he muttered, Wade's fist slammed hard into Wolverine's back in reprimand.
Logan grunted, perhaps a little annoyed by the pounding, although his cock grew larger.
Wade froze: "Does being hit excites you?" Ha, and I'm the sick one.
Logan let out a guttural sound against Wade's collarbone, his hands reaching down to grip Wade's waist.
Wade fell as he felt his abdomen being squeezed.
Then his eyes saw with horror how a man who seemed angry grabbed him firmly by the hips, withdrew a little from inside him and then pulled him tightly.
—Logan... wait a...
Wade, who was suddenly shaken, had a broken voice, unable to stop Logan.
Wade wasn't an expert, but he knew that being fucked anally without prior preparation was not going to be an easy task. Her butt didn't come with lube included like a woman's vagina.
This was going to hurt.
And he was not wrong with his observation; After all, he wasn't fucking just anyone, he was being fucked by Wolverine, a man who doesn't know what the word "finesse" means.
Logan had leaned his entire body on Wade. The two were closely connected down there, clearly in a forced intrusion process. As the hard, foreign object rapidly penetrated his body, Wade felt so uncomfortable that his legs drew up.
Shaken to his core by such colossal intensity, Wade kicked and twisted as hard as he could; His hands tried to push Logan away, but the man was as solid as a wall that nothing moved.
Sensing resistance, it seemed like Logan's primal instincts had been provoked; He stopped him relentlessly by the waist and pushed his member more vigorously into Wade's body.
Pulling out until only the tip was left inside, in an instant, Logan slammed his hips forward. The indecent sound of his entire body slamming against Wade's buttocks echoed in the unidentified evil base.
Wade bit his tongue as he felt Logan slide out and back in with such speed that it nearly took his breath away.
—Ngh!...Logan, ah! Slowly, more slowly, AGH!
Logan ignored his pleas, pinning him hard to the ground with each thrust.
With Wolverine moving back and forth repeatedly, as if he was feeling something deep inside of him. Wade was so overwhelmed that his senses became clouded; I couldn't even think, I couldn't even speak properly.
He couldn't even recognize that the desperate screams and screams he heard were his own. He perhaps believed that he was silent and that those voices were just his thoughts.
With his mind blank, Wade babbled non-stop. —Slow... please... Ah!... Slowly. It hurts me.
Con todo su cuerpo temblando en rechazo a la intromisión, Wade apoyó una mano contra el pecho de Logan; She was trying to pull back a little, but her waist was being held in place by a pair of strong hands and her legs were wide open, as was her butt.
Where could I go?
Wade stifled several screams and tried to relax as much as he could, letting Logan take it as far as he wanted.
Logan looked like he'd finally found some relief and, continuing his thrusts, grabbed Wade's jaw tightly, pulling him into a kiss.
The pain could be overlooked just by this simple gesture; Wade ignored how his internal organs were being displaced and focused on feeling Logan's lips on him.
Logan began thrusting in and out mercilessly; His actions were so fast and wild that Wade trembled with each thrust.
"Aah... Aah... Aaah" Wade gasped in fiery ecstasy or masochistic madness. Difficult to decide.
He'd be lying if he said he felt good, because he didn't. Logan didn't know what he was doing, so he wasn't very good or had the right technique. He only insisted on pushing and pulling out looking for his own pleasure; However, Wade was a masochist and could find pleasure in pain.
He wanted it, so now he puts up with it. This isn't Logan's fault.
Wade parried his attempts to hit or stab him to stop him, even if some part of him wanted to do it.
Logan was too bad at this.
Part 7 🍆
To make things easier for Logan than Wade already had, he used what little strength he had left to back away and turn around. He had heard from Vanessa that getting on all fours made penetration easier for both of them.
The position was somewhat humiliating; He was literally holding up his Anastasio to be broken, but since Wade was an expert at humiliating himself, he didn't care.
Oh damn, seriously, it did hurt a little.
Wade's head hurt, literally this is the second time he willingly gave his ass for love, to please his partner.
Even though Logan wasn't her partner, that didn't matter to her.
I could close my eyes and pretend to enjoy it.
Noticing him trying to leave, Logan's hands grabbed him by the waist, spinning him around and returning him to his original position. The action was so fast that Wade was dizzy for a few seconds without knowing what happened.
Grabbing him by the thighs, Logan dragged him back towards his cock; Wade, for some reason, didn't want to watch them get into it and closed his eyes.
The small opening of her butt was forced open. That burning object entered and Wade couldn't help but tense his buttocks and abdomen.
It feels... weird. Having something inside you feels weird.
When it contracted unexpectedly, Logan's member got stuck halfway. Wade opened his eyes just in time to see the expression on the man who was fucking him so hard.
Logan, his eyebrows almost knit together, looked a little annoyed at the interruption, but immediately recovered and pushed again to go even deeper.
Wade felt cheated when he discovered that the porn videos were a complete lie. This is not pleasant at all.
Logan plunged in fast and out even faster...only to thrust back into Wade's warm core again and again.
Logan began to thrust at the same time as Wade.
He let out short breaths, trying to keep up.
In the BL mangas, the bottom always seems to enjoy the act, to the point of being able to receive a 47 cm cock as if it were nothing.
Wade just shook his head. You will never again believe that a big penis gives more pleasure... the reality is often disappointing. How will Koishi manage to receive the titan and not die trying?
Wade could feel something inside him break and he couldn't help but scream.
The movements were intense and Wolverine's entire well-toned, muscular body was pressing him down as if he was afraid to let him escape.
It seemed that Wolverine didn't like that she tried to run away from him; His hands became shackles around Wade's waist, never releasing his grip for a second.
Being fucked until his tailbone started to hurt. Wade tried to talk to him: —Logan, it's my first... Ah!... time... tra-taaah meee, nice. Damn! Logan... dispaaaa~ ah! Slowly.
Wade's body shook with every thrust they gave him, his back hitting the cold floor, his head banging as he leaned back.
Wade's legs kicked, his hips rising in an arc; Everything was so intense that he could feel some moisture in his eyes.
Oh shit...
Wade wanted to curl up into a ball to avoid being attacked so savagely, but there was no way Wolverine would allow him to escape. Retreating and attacking again relentlessly, Logan continued with his thing.
Damn. Hurts.
At first, getting into it was somewhat difficult; His butt was not prepared for this, too narrow that it could not receive something so large without hindering it.
Logan must have noticed his resistance and how tight he was, because he drastically increased the force of the thrust, forcing his ass to open wide in one fell swoop.
Wade bit his lips hard, turning his head to the side; His expression turned into a frown.
So you feel like your ass is being broken... huh?
Contorting his waist to the maximum, Wade tried to receive Logan's entire member as best he could... But for the first time he felt like he couldn't handle it all.
Logan, through sheer brute force, completely submerged himself every time he entered. Receiving his entire member at once for Wade was as if the man was stabbing him with his cock in a fit of rage; I just couldn't stand it. I would prefer claws.
Logan was being too abrupt. His every movement felt like he wanted to rip her soul out; Wade barely managed to breathe in the midst of that tremendously merciless pace.
Of course, not a single sound came out of Wade's throat; Even though he felt his inner walls tingle, he took everything they gave him like a champ... or so he thinks.
Logan's member was very large, his strength enormous; In the room full of blood and corpses, darkness enveloped them in a blanket of privacy.
Wade held on tightly to Logan, his gloved fingers digging into his back, pulling at his clothing.
Wade's tightly closed eyelids trembled uncontrollably as he pressed his lips tightly together.
At first, the penetration was fast and unrestrained, as if Logan was testing the terrain without caring about destroying it as he passed, but after a few hundred thrusts with alternating speed and varying depth, Logan was finally able to repeatedly enter it without obstacles.
With incredible ease he got into Wade as if he were at home. The sound of her ass being desecrated could be heard in the quiet place.
Wade's eyes were filled with tears, his throat a little hoarse.
The pain of being deflowered was there, but it was overcome by the pleasure of being joined to Logan.
With almost his entire body shuddering, Wade cast a quick glance towards his lower half.
Having endured so much torment, he was already soft and slippery, easily able to swallow the entire erection that was transgressing him a moment ago.
Logan was thrusting in and out relentlessly; no real man had explored that territory before, but now Wolverine was forcibly making it so much his own, molding it to his whim, that the sight was shocking.
Wade thought he saw traces of blood down there; However, he did not give it importance.
No, when Logan, in one of his thrusts, touched a certain sweet spot better known as the prostate.
His off button... or was it the on button.
Wade was caught off guard; a loud and clear moan left his lips.
—Aahhg~!!!
Part 8 🍆
Even Wade himself was surprised that she could moan like that... like she was a whore.
Logan paused for a few seconds looking at him carefully and, as if delighted by what he heard, he made sure that his next thrusts all landed in the same place.
Wade was shaken wildly. All he could articulate was Logan's name along with more pitiful moans.
—Ahg~! Fuck, shit. LoLo... Gan... Ah, ah!... Cara... ho... Ahh~
However, the more he moaned in pleasure and pain, the more emotionally unstable Logan became; his red eyes, his disordered breathing, his cloudy thinking... All he could think about was holding on to Wade and fucking him to the hilt!
Logan broke it with long thrusts of his hips. As the speed and depth of the thrusts inside him increased, Wade moaned helplessly.
The pain and uncomfortable sensation he had felt before disappeared and was replaced by a wave of pleasure that ran through him from head to toe.
In truth, his body was reacting on its own; Wade no longer had control over anything. He involuntarily moved his hips and a sudden wave of pleasure spread from his lower area to the rest of his body.
—Ahhh~
Wade moaned with satisfaction and his entire being surrendered completely to Logan, leaving himself completely at his mercy.
It seems like hours before Wolverine's thrusts finally start to become erratic. The older man's pace increases, as if he's determined to make Wade go crazy with pleasure.
Which in theory it is achieving magnificently.
As he lunged incessantly, Logan's breathing became unnaturally harsh.
Wade noticed that Wolverine let out occasional grunts and his entire desperate demeanor indicated that he was already on the verge of climaxing.
Wade squirmed under Logan's grip, seeking his own release as well; He grabbed his forgotten member with his hand, stroking it up and down.
Logan's breathing quickened so fast it was audible. His nasal things flared as he inhaled and exhaled forcefully.
Wade couldn't take it anymore and begged to climax. "Logan... ah~... faster." More~
Logan moved closer, his nose and teeth going to Wade's neck, biting down hard.
His movements were faster just as Wade had requested.
—Ahh, yes, there. Harder... Aah~
Logan, obedient as ever, kissed Wade with fervent vigor, savoring the mercenary's somewhat torn lips with satisfaction.
Coming down, Logan's hot lips fell on Wade's neck, and sweet shivers ran through him.
Wade couldn't take it anymore. I really couldn't take it anymore.
His breath hitched several times before he managed to gasp for air.
When his depths were dug with considerable force in a certain place that felt incredibly good, Wade ended up shouting in a flirtatious and high-pitched voice.
—Ahhh!~
His legs clenched tightly as he came with a loud moan worthy of a porn movie.
In response to Wade's previous orgasm, Logan's beastly part increased in size again.
Wade let out a low, stunned scream as he was pushed with powerful and surprising movements. An extraordinary ecstasy erupted from his entire body; Even though he had already achieved his release, his sweet spot still wanted more attention.
Logan growled hoarsely as he pushed Wade's tightening inner walls to their limit.
Wolverine's desire to possess him to the core came to an end and he exploded furiously. Charging Wade's deepest depths with a blast of searing heat.
Influenced by the stimulation caused by the large amount of liquid being pumped into him, Wade closed his eyes tightly, immersed in a sea of ecstasy.
—Aa... Aaa...Logan. Ahhh.
Wade whimpered. Now that was intense.
Logan didn't stop pulling his length out and putting it back in; Even as he ejaculated, he insistently manipulated Wade's hips to seal his ass, spreading proof of his ownership throughout the inside of his body.
Rubbing the slick inner walls that contracted exquisitely, Logan gave a few more thrusts before laying on top of him.
Wade was hugged so tightly he had trouble breathing and the burning he felt in his ass was replaced by relief as the cum spilled inside him.
While it felt sticky, it acted as a momentary balm on his insides, which were either a little soft or a little mangled. Take it as you will.
Logan was still inside without showing any signs of wanting to leave; With his hand shaking, Wade stroked her head, removing small strands of hair that were stuck to her forehead.
With his eyes closed, Wolverine looked peaceful and Wade thought he was cute.
Once he finished combing Logan's hair back, Wade let his hands fall heavily to the floor.
Wade's eyes closed wearily; She had just experienced the best orgasm of her entire life. For God's sake.
So that's what it felt like to be fucked by Wolverine.
Even Wade's hair hurt, even though he doesn't have any; with his chest rising and falling, all his muscles were sore.
Thank goodness it has regenerative powers; If not, he fears his hip is shattered.
Wade isn't fragile like a woman, but in the hands of a super-strength mutant like Wolverine, he's destined to break.
His eyes closed, although not for long...
—Only five minutes. Logan, I'm begging you... Hey... Oh!
Still connected, Logan's member perked up again, becoming hard and solid.
Wade's interior molded to fit his increasingly large and circular shape.
Wade himself could also feel his inner flesh rippling and tightening around Logan.
Knowing that they would probably do it again, Wade placed a hand on his stomach that was sticky from the orgasm he had had; Feeling his skin, if he pressed a little, a lump protruded slightly in his insides.
Wade gasped for air; It felt too full as it could be.
Logan sat up and, as if he thought Wade's legs weren't far enough apart, lifted one of his legs, leaving him in a most embarrassing position.
The fabric and boots still covered Wade's left leg and Logan didn't like that because as soon as he felt the fabric, he wrinkled his nose in disgust and tore off everything in his path.
The cold air conditioning coming from somewhere gave Wade goosebumps. How cold.
Logan held Wade's leg and put it over his shoulder; the other was left where it was.
Wade, lying face up on the ground, was desecrated a second time.
As his body rocked slightly from the thrusts, a watery, squelching sound echoed incessantly in his ears.
—Uhg...!
Wade covered his face with his arms, his lips pursing tightly to keep from making a sound.
His being felt bad for allowing this knowing that Logan was not in his mental faculties to reason.
This was wrong, but it felt so good.
Part 9 🍆
The self-imposed darkness left Wade more sensitive than possible; Logan's penis felt like a gripping nail splitting him in the middle.
The attacks were rough, without care; The grip on her hip was very firm, bruising the skin.
Wade's head sometimes moved from side to side, finding no comfort on the hard floor. With his eyes tightly closed and his face covered, he somewhat regretted the decisions he was making; He was just a fucking opportunist...
-Hey...?
Wade reacted unexpectedly when hands removed the arms that were covering his face.
Blinking several times to adjust, his eyes focused on Logan, who was frowning and looking dissatisfied, squeezing Wade's wrist tightly.
That expression made Wade smile weakly.
—What's wrong, Tejon? he asked mockingly, looking down at Logan. You haven't reached liberalization yet. Oh, poor thing.
Wade took advantage of the fact that at the moment they were not giving him a chance to talk as much as he wanted. —Come on, give me everything you have until you're satisfied. I'm all yours... Don't hold back, give me hard, Wolvie~
You couldn't tell if Logan heard it or not, but in response he lifted Wade off the ground and onto his lap.
Logan was also sitting with his entire manhood rising proudly.
Wade already knew what he was planning to do and almost rolled his eyes in disappointment... Men, everyone is the same; everyone loves someone riding their cock.
From his elevated position, Wade was dropped roughly onto a big, hard cock.
In proportion to his body weight, he was penetrated even deeper, if that was possible.
—Ahhh!
Reflexively, Wade's arms wrapped around Logan's neck as his insides adjusted to the new position; This time she felt a stab of pain in her spine, forcing her to curve it.
Logan's hands went to Wade's butt, and kneading his buttocks with his fingers, he spread them apart to facilitate the entry of his penis.
—Hmm...huff!
Wade's eyes closed and his face twisted slightly in spasms.
So that's what it feels like to ride a cock. Hey
I think it goes without saying that this was Wade's first time someone had done something like this to him. Not even in his best or worst wet dreams would anyone dare put him in this situation.
The position was somewhat difficult to hold and could be described as being split in two by a sharp object.
Wade adjusted his legs slightly, trying to ride Logan better, he breathed slowly and held on for dear life, waiting for him to start moving... He could take it.
However, he didn't, he didn't move, he left it there impaled on his cock for some reason. Wade sighed, resting his chin, and their clasped hands circled Logan's broad shoulders.
The next moment, as if it were a cat, a few licks were left on his neck. Logan, taking advantage of the new position, began to bite Wade's exposed shoulders, while his hands traced the contours of his back until he was wrapped in a welcoming hug.
Wade felt loved, and even though he knew none of this meant anything, he loved being hugged by Logan.
Logan gently kissed her neck before leaving a firm bite on it, sinking all his teeth in a slow, measured manner. Wade simply extended his neck, letting it be; He had already acquired a certain taste for the bites.
Being bitten and touched non-stop, Wade completely melted, turning into a bundle of sighs.
Although Logan's attentions didn't last long, Wade still appreciated them; his butt needed time to regenerate.
Once Logan had enough of him, he continued where he left off, lifting Wade by the hips; He let it fall on him again and again without pause.
Wade held on to Logan's shoulders with all his might for support. The weight of his body made him go down even more and now his muffled moans had no way of being repressed.
—Ah! Ah! Ah!
So deep...Logan went too deep.
With a pace so fast that it left him no time to breathe, Wade rose and fell because of the firm hands that supported him.
When he was raised, he reached so high that only the hard, penetrating tip of Logan's cock was left inside, and when he went down, it penetrated him to the core so hard that, in the midst of all the bustle, he no longer had enough energy to even moan properly.
Wade right now felt like a sex toy whose sole purpose was to please his master.
So exhausting.
Even though he wasn't doing anything in theory, he felt tired... so tired that Wade simply allowed himself to be manipulated; If it was Logan, he could use him however he wanted, he didn't care.
After a considerable amount of time bouncing like a bad bunny on a cock, Wade realized that Logan didn't like how he was silent every time he didn't make a sound in the face of a thrust; The next one that came came with twice the power, so hard that Wade screamed. scratching his back desperately.
As if he were being rewarded for being a good boy and moaning like a bitch, Logan kissed him softly, but the same couldn't be said down there.
They hit Wade hard against the wall, hard against the floor, inconsolable against the ground, violent against the cement... you understand.
That after eating so much cock, Wade wanted the cake.
If Logan liked him to be vocal, Wade had no problem obliging him; It was as loud as all his dry throat would allow.
—Aaaa~, there, faster. Logan: More! Ahggg~
I was also not going to say that I exaggerated because that was not necessary.
Wade discovered his mistake when he encouraged Logan to go faster.
Discovering with horror that everything he had received so far was barely 50% of what Logan had to offer.
This time the screams he let out were both pained moans and screams of pleasure from the pain. Logan seemed to get more excited than he should when Wade screamed, because every time he did it, he hit him harder to make him scream louder. Delighting in the sound that came from his lips, she bit his throat and kissed him to shamelessly silence him.
What a wild man.
Logan's member was quite impressive in its weight, let alone its strength. With each thrust, he precisely hit the weakest and most sensitive spot inside Wade.
Every time Logan hit his sweet spot, Wade's insides clenched tightly until he reached his limit once again. Without the need to touch.
Wade's breathing was super labored; his eyes closed with exhaustion. Then Logan, who was still totally aroused despite having come almost with him, stood up and slammed him against the wall.
Wade groaned soundlessly at the pain that hit his back. Logan really was unpredictable when it came to fucking.
With him holding him as his anchor, Wade's legs wrapped around Logan's waist as he was penetrated with renewed vigor atop a concrete column.
—Ahhhhg~ Ah~Ah~aaaah
With so many screams that were forced out of his throat, he even lost sleep.
Wade, with clumsy movements, removed his gloves; his fingers gently touched Logan's face.
Despite everything they had done, Wade had never really touched Logan; His beard stung her fingers and his hair was pleasant to the touch.
A small smile appeared on Wade's face.
"I love you, you know," he said into nothingness and leaning down a little, he kissed Logan on the top of his head. Slow down, baby, be gentle, I can't take it anymore... Agh~
Logan's hair smelled of sweat and blood, but he didn't care. Wade continued to whisper incoherently, holding on for dear life to what little stability he had left.
Receiving so much pleasure from behind was killing him.
—HAA! HAA! ...Peanut~
Logan withdrew his head suddenly, leaving him surprised by the abrupt stop.
Stopped at the top, Wade was pinned in place, and the space that had been empty for a few seconds was immediately occupied again as Logan dropped him to penetrate him harder.
Wade gasped and then moaned, whispering, "Slowly... Honey." What do you... Ah!
Wade was filled to the brim so quickly that he didn't even have time to complain, because all his moans were silenced by a kiss.
Wade simply welcomed it; Logan really liked kissing during intercourse; Despite not reasoning correctly, the kisses were never lacking. What good service.
A tongue entered his oral cavity, warm and wet, meeting his own, producing a chaotic dance.
With his ungloved hands, Wade cupped Logan's face, enjoying the depth of the kiss.
This scene reminded him of his first battle in the void; Logan had lifted him into the air, digging his claws into him.
Just change the claws to...well, you know, and the pose is the same.
After kissing him, Logan dove into his neck and, burying his nose in it, left marks everywhere, large bite marks that left small trails of blood.
—Are you a dog because you bite? —Wade claimed as soon as the bites escalated and it was more painful than exciting.
Logan didn't listen to him, totally focused on his own thing, his gaze was focused only on the things he wanted, and then claim them for himself.
What an inconsiderate bastard.
Wade could deduce what he was going to do next based on that.
If I looked at his neck, he would bite it.
If I looked at his shoulders too.
If I looked at his lips, the same thing.
But this time he saw something Wade couldn't anticipate.
This time Wolverine grabbed something very sensitive that he had been ignoring all this time, located on Wade's chest... it was his nipples.
Wade blanched for a second; With how sharp Logan's teeth were, he could accidentally knock them out. A part of him felt the need to cover his chest, but he refrained...
Not that I was a woman to do that.
On the other hand, he wanted to see what Wolverine did with them.
Logan first nuzzled them with the tip of his nose as if he were analyzing them to see what they were. Wade laughed because his touch tickled him.
But as soon as Logan took that nipple into his mouth, Wade's laugh trembled.
¿Should that area be so sensitive?
Part 10 🍆
It should be noted that this was Wade's first time in which someone touched him in this way. Obviously, during sex, no one paid attention to that part of their body. Vanessa had certainly never done anything like this, so this was new.
At the vivid sensation of a wet tongue, his suppressed voice trembled. —Mhm... Hum...
Her small nipples were squeezed intensely, licked, sucked and chewed noisily, causing them to harden in an instant.
Logan played with them, licking the small nipples like they were candy; Wade was very ecstatic and leaned his head back, covering his mouth to prevent himself from gasping.
It really felt very good.
The hot pain and pleasure caused a shower of sparks, making the area between her legs... Become wet with a puddle sound.
Logan paused for a few seconds; his eyes seemed to analyze Wade's expression with pinpoint precision.
Then the man's gaze lowered to Wade's legs, which were tremblingly spread with his member coming to life again. Wade is also a mutant, so yeah... he could do this all day.
Logan reached out, gently touching Wade's erect member.
For a few seconds they stared at each other and Wade didn't know if it was his imagination or Logan seemed to be a little more aware of himself.
Wade didn't want to think too much about it; It must be his imagination... Jeez, can you imagine how horrible it would be if Logan suddenly came to his senses and discovered everything he'd done?
Wade looked at him unfazed; The tension was so much that not even adamantium claws could cut it.
A part of him wanted to send everything to hell and accept whatever comes and the other part kept screaming: "This is wrong, once it wears off, you will regret it."
Because he was immersed in his thoughts, he did not realize that the man's hand was already moving up and down slowly, caressing him skillfully.
—Aaah! —Wade groaned quickly, forgetting everything in an instant.
With the current state of practically his entire body, no matter where it was stimulated, Wade felt a clear pleasure running through him as if it were electricity.
His entire body received the pleasure bestowed with joy. While he was being jerked off firmly, Logan was pounding him hard from behind, rolling the pointed ends of his chest with his tongue, endlessly tormenting Wade, who had barely had a break.
Receiving so much pleasure without time to breathe, Wade's consciousness was fading.
While feeling hazy due to the ecstasy received earlier, Wolverine drilled into her insides, churning her soft walls with the wetness borrowed from the semen.
Wade went crazy as he melted into the sensation, to the point where even opening his mouth was difficult and his throat, no matter how much he wanted to articulate words, only let out small, choked gasps.
Wade Wilson, the mouthy mercenary, could no longer speak. Oh, the irony.
Colossus always wanted to shut him up, but he never had the balls to put his chrome penis all the way in to achieve it; only Wolverine managed it with a sheer thrust of his cock.
Wade wants to take this secret to the grave; no one should ever know that if they want to shut him up, they just have to fuck him until he can't breathe.
Is it a natural liability?
No, of course not. It's just that Logan knows how to fuck really well.
Wade swears that before he touched him, he didn't like being fucked from behind. It's only until Wolverine put it in so hard and so strong that he started to get a taste for it.
While Wade was in a mindless state thinking nonsense, his legs were grabbed and a man who seemed furious about something placed boiling heat between the two mounds of round flesh.
The intense sensation of her inner walls burning in agony as they were rammed by a hard gun barrel made her consciousness fade to white.
Wade is to thank for his incredible flexibility; If not, his legs would already be broken or dislocated.
Being between a pole and the wall, his hips were grabbed and pulled back; Her weak spot was so battered by the blows that her stretched-to-the-limit inner thighs convulsed with pleasure, causing her toes to curl in response.
Logan had become terribly skilled. Wade was disheveled by the varying force and timing of the rhythmic thrusts sinking into him.
The pleasure granted seemed almost endless. The ecstasy, which had already crossed its limit so far, was like the tortures of hell. Unbearable.
He wanted it to end now.
Wade's hand rose and reached for his own member; His overly stimulated shaft had been dripping an immense amount of white liquid for some time now.
Wade stopped Logan, who was still masturbating him, and an extraordinary ecstasy welled up in the depths of his body as he reached the top.
"Aa... Aaa..." "Aaaa," he gasped, trying to catch his breath with all his might.
If it weren't for Logan pinning him against the wall, Wade would have already fallen to the floor passed out; His arms slipped limply from the shoulders where they rested.
In the blink of an eye, Wade's body slid to the side, unable to hold himself against the concrete column any longer.
Logan reacted quickly to his fall and stopped him by pinning Wade's limp body to his chest.
Conveniently, there was a desk right next to it and Logan walked in its direction.
He cradled Wade's head in his palm and took two steps back with him on his back, carrying him as if he were a baby who couldn't even walk.
Wade's eyes were half-lidded; His heart was beating fast on a threshold between being and not being. He didn't even know where he was exactly.
He can't feel his legs anymore... In fact, he can't feel anything anymore. "Oh, damn, Mercy." Wade pleaded as he felt a surface hit his back.
Logan found a table to put it on; This was conveniently located right next to the cement column where they are giving you advice and not advice.
With a surface to lean on, Wade was set down almost carefully; Logan lifted both of his legs and put them on his shoulders.
Wade's hip protested the effort, but Logan didn't care.
As soon as the man took the other leg, he stopped when he felt the fabric and part of his right boot.
—No, let... leave it like that. —Wade managed to stop him; I didn't want to be more naked than I already was. —Please, yes.
Wade asked, grabbing Logan's hand, and to stop him from doing anything, gently tugged on him.
Logan left that leg alone and concentrated on touching the other one that was exposed.
Wade smiled pleased and spread his legs wider with renewed conviction to withstand another fierce fuck. —Good boy. Now come on, continue.
Logan ignored him and began to play with that bare leg, holding it by the ankle; His hands traced the entire route until they reached Wade's buttock.
Feeling the tight squeeze, Wade was almost tempted to beg for mercy for his battered body.
Leaving that poor buttock alone, Logan extended Wade's long leg, brought his fangs close, and bit all the way to the inside of Wade's thighs.
Wade winced, but not from pain; At this point he was already used to being bitten, if not by desire.
The red bite marks didn't last long; They were cured instantly.
Still, the sight was chilling when you saw it with your own eyes.
Logan didn't tear, he tore off the skin to eat the meat; He simply, as if he were a vampire, stuck his fangs in.
Crescent-shaped marks appeared and disappeared, marking a clear contrast with his scarred white skin.
—Wolverine has vampire instincts, who knew? And here I thought you would be more like a werewolf who shows his claws destroying everything in his path.
With a slight movement of his hips, Wade caught Logan's attention, backing up slightly on the table only to return to his original position; She moved her butt suggestively.
Logan returned his attention as he felt movement on his penis; His sharp eyes looked at Wade as if he were a piece of meat he wanted to devour.
Wade smiled satisfied: —Good boy.
Part 11🍆
Shame Wade went on sabbatical; Lying on the table, he spread his arms and called in an affectionate manner.
—Come on, Wolverine, this is the fourth round, don't stop. Destroy me until I can no longer continue.
Logan only understood: "Fuck me, fuck me and don't stop fucking me."
Wade hugged Logan's neck tightly, took a deep breath, and was pierced directly and savagely.
The introduction proceeded smoothly. The gentle entrance and warm, moist interior sucked the intruding object tightly. Soon, from where they were connected came wet squelching sounds and the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
—Aaah! aah! ah! ..."
The merciless force made Wade's bones crack; his vision became intensely clouded. Being fucked on a table, the movement was more vivid, as if it were an earthquake that shook him; Everything was shaking uncontrollably.
...Then, after an indeterminate amount of time, the table could not withstand so much pressure and gave way.
Boom!
—Ouch... what a poor quality table. —Wade said, half sitting up after the holy shit he got into, but then he realized that probably few wooden tables could hold Logan along with his adamantium skeleton and he withdrew his comment.
The table was probably asking for mercy as well.
Even though they broke a table, Logan didn't seem satisfied in the slightest.
As expected of the great Wolverine, he came inside Wade and his cock was still rock hard. Instead, Wade's intentionally violated Anastasio had not yet regained his modesty. Oh, what a pity.
Wade almost felt shy as he watched Logan fully erect and aroused in front of him.
For the shock that neither of them saw coming, even though it was obvious, Logan withdrew from inside Wade and from above seemed to contemplate his masterpiece with a kind of twisted satisfaction.
Wade let out a sigh. Feeling that both his arms and legs had no energy, he lay down on his side on the ground to give himself a break. However, out of nowhere, their knees were grabbed by a pair of iron-hard hands, forcing them apart aggressively.
Wade's open legs let out all of Logan's essence; At that sight, even Wade himself, who considered himself a first-class shameless man, could not bear to keep his gaze for long.
Shit
There was too much semen coming out of there...
If it were a woman, this image would seem exciting and seductive, but since it was now him playing the role of the woman all covered in semen, it no longer seemed so charming, much less seductive.
At most it seems disgusting.
Wade could feel a knot forming in his stomach; Logan's intense gaze made him so nervous that, if he could, he would like to escape. He didn't want her to look at him in this dirty way.
Logan extended his hand and Wade, who was wondering how long it would take for him to return to normal, could see and feel how one finger plunged with great ease into his throbbing, swollen interior.
No! Please, not anymore.
The problem for Wade was simple and was that he was still overstimulated, so that simple touch sent an electrical current through his entire system.
A soft moan of "Ah" escaped his lips as another finger was added.
It really wasn't the sound of crying at all. It was just a low, soft screech that was easily lost in the immense space.
Wade closed his eyes cursing Logan; this was what he should have done first; Instead of putting him in a desperate situation, he should have prepared him properly.
The feeling of the flexible fingers and the body temperature, which was higher than his own, caused Wade's heart rate to increase further.
As his legs remained carelessly spread, Wade only trembled a little as he received those fingers inside him.
Having received a monster cock, this was nothing. (In this case, the order of the factors does alter the product. ಥ_ಥ)
Still, his skin had become so intensely sensitive that, just by being touched, a ripple of chills ran through him.
Wade's butt hurt and felt extremely uncomfortable; However, Logan's constant touches did have an effect.
Those fingers pressed his buttons with relentless mastery and Wade was successfully forced to become aroused again.
Just as Logan was pressing that spot he loved so much, the fingers pulled and Wade let out a moan that sounded like dissatisfaction as he only felt emptiness.
I wanted to be filled again.
Logan on his knees held the shaft of his erection and pressed it against the entrance that was still leaking an immense amount of white liquid.
Logan lifted Wade's hips, raising his butt even higher.
"No, not anymore..." Wade pleaded wholeheartedly, wanting to escape at least a little from this torturous pleasure.
But apart from receiving, what else could he do?
A thick, swollen tip entered him. As the inner folds that were accustomed to sexual acts trembled as they swallowed Logan's entire length, her body naturally spread her legs and wrapped them around the man's waist as he slowly sank into the... .
Wait... What?
Wade blinked in surprise as he realized that both his hips and legs had risen on their own.
They had only done it non-stop a few times and his body had already activated the muscle memory function... impossible.
Even Wade himself was baffled by what his body had just done.
He didn't want to and shouldn't get used to something that will probably never happen again.
At the same time he thought that, Logan inserted his member completely into Wade's body.
Hot.
Wade's back curved just slightly as a hoarse scream came from his throat.
No matter how many times Logan did the same thing, he just couldn't get used to it, and he firmly believes that he could never get used to the feeling of having Logan inside him.
It was one thing to get used to spreading your legs; It's quite another to get used to receiving all that.
Wade wondered for a moment, if he were aware, what face Logan would make at this moment; Would he have Wolverine's signature scowl, would he look angry, or would he have a pleased expression?
Logan would like to talk during sex; If so, what would you say?
"I love you, it hurts, you're okay."
He would care about his partner...most likely yes; maybe he would restrain himself so as not to hurt her.
Couple...
That word floated in Wade's mind, who beneath Logan was reduced to just a sexual object.
Now the pain he feels is not physical.
"Logan..." I whisper softly against the man's ear: "Wake up."
Wade waited to see light in Logan's eyes, but nothing happened. He doesn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved.
At that precise moment, two lines of water run down his face and Logan leans in to kiss him; maybe it's a coincidence or maybe she was trying to comfort him. He doesn't know.
Wade simply closed his eyes, clung to the man's back, and was repeatedly hugged tighter.
This time, when they did it, I no longer had the strength to scream or moan; Everything was so unreal that you feel like you're floating... or maybe you're floating.
Wade was fucked brutally, fucked without mercy or rest; her healing factor wasn't on par with all the orgasms she's having.
Her butt at this point was already so soft that it offered no resistance, completely accessible to whoever wanted to explore it.
Logan manipulated him as he pleased; his energy and sexual appetite never ran out. Sometimes he put it against the floor, other times against the wall; He also placed him spread-eagled on his lap.
Rising up and down his cock, Wade lost count of how many times he's come, how many times he's passed out, and how long they've been doing this.
He also doesn't know how many times Logan has come inside him.
But he's sure the little bastard hasn't had enough yet.
And he won't have enough until he makes Wade an absolute disaster.
For such an old being, he is very energetic.
Part 12🍆
Wade has never begged in his life, but right now he's either close to crying or already crying. He doesn't know.
With his thighs around Logan's waist and his arms around his neck, Wade whimpers for a second of rest.
It's just that the Logan in front of him doesn't reason, he just hugs him tighter, taking him back to the ground to rest while he does all the work.
—Please stop now. —I beg Wade, more dead than alive.
His body exhausted from too much sex, Wade no longer believed he could handle it. —Ah! Hah... ~Ah!
Large hands grabbed his buttocks and spread them wide.
The penetration was smooth due to the overflowing amount of sperm that had been pumped inside and left there.
As his consciousness began to recede from the shock of his stomach hurting immensely from being skewered from below, Wade leaned back as he shivered, "Logan... Softer!"
Kissing Wade's chin, Logan continued moving.
—Clemency, ah~
His consciousness became cloudy due to the endless pleasure. Since love was made without having time to rest, Wade had reached the top many times, passing out and coming back to consciousness from the continuous sensations.
Logan was terribly vigorous. Using the pleasure, he had subjected Wade to exhaustion.
Deadpool, that mouthy, tenacious and sarcastic mercenary, under the claws of Wolverine, was reduced to being a dump of semen that screams miserably when he is penetrated with force.
With his heart pumping blood against his will, Wade passed out.
When he woke up again, what he feared most happened.
¡Logan was back! ¡¡¡SHIT!!!