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Feet Of Clay	By : mprice Category: +. to F > From Eroica With Love Views: 1485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four

Magnum Force
It had been difficult for Klaus to concentrate all day. In fact, over the last year, it was something that happened more and more frequently when he had a rendezvous with the Earl. This time, there was a reason for the Major�s distraction. He had a surprise planned. When the workday finally ended, he dismissed his men with his usual growl before leaving himself, having to force himself to look unhurried as he went to his car.
Things had actually gone smoothly for once. There had been no last minute missions to get in the way of his plans. No sudden appearance of the Chief to grill him on his personal life. Even the traffic wasn�t as heavy as it usually was. Klaus wanted to get to the cabin early to surprise Dorian, but work had prevented this happening. He couldn�t very well say he was leaving early to meet Eroica, whom everyone still assumed he hated with every fiber of his being and wished dead.
After the first few months of their relationship, they had settled into the roles of Iron Klaus and Eroica rather easily, staying �in character� whenever they were in the public eye. But at the cabin, it was Klaus and Dorian, lovers, the public masks left at the door. The tenth anniversary of their first meeting was only a few weeks away, yet there were still times when Klaus could not quite believe it had happened. He recalled with amusement the bizarre chain of events that had caused the masks to be stripped away. Caused him to see the real Dorian for the first time. His Dorian.
It was nearly dark when Klaus arrived at the cabin. He scowled when he saw all the lights on. Normally when Dorian was there first, he had the place filled with candles, a fire in the fireplace to set the mood. Then Klaus noticed the Earl�s car was parked pointing away from the building.
Fuck.
This was a signal they had worked out years ago. If the Earl was not alone, he would park the car this way to signal to Klaus that someone else was present. Iron Klaus couldn�t stay at the door until he learned who it was.
Klaus got out and went to the Earl�s car, hoping he could make out the footprints in the dirt to see how many people were inside. Then he saw the silk scarf the Earl had dropped when taking the bags inside. He picked it up, the frown on his face deepening. He had given the scarf to Dorian on the first anniversary of the�consummation of their relationship nearly ten years ago. He had even picked it out and purchased it himself. Dorian had told him time and again how he treasured it.
Dorian would not just drop this in the dirt. Not unless�
Klaus turned sharply to the cabin, his eyes snapping up to the second floor where the lights in the bedroom were also burning brightly. He drew his Magnum and crept to the porch, peeking in the first floor window. He went all the way around the cabin, checking every room. No one was on the first floor, including Dorian.
Klaus silently opened the side door and slipped in. He heard voices coming from the loft as he moved toward the stairs. When he heard what was being said, he felt sick and outraged. Then Dorian screamed and Klaus�s outrage turned into thoughts of homicide.

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�That loosened you up real good, faggot,� Frank sneered. He was on the bed, thrusting his cock into Dorian�s bleeding body. �Come on, Blondie, let�s hear some more screamin�. You�re too quiet.� He gave a sharp thrust, pulling a loud cry from the exhausted Earl.
�That�s it!�
�Ride �em, cowboy!� Charlie cheered as his friend pounded into the semi-conscious Dorian.
They had decided to take turns raping the Earl. Charlie had gone first, lasting only a few minutes, much to the amusement of Frank, who turned out to have a sadistic streak that was only amplified by the alcohol he�d consumed. He wanted to see just how loudly he
could make the Earl scream.
He started by inserting the neck of the bottle he had just emptied into the Earl�s ass, which was already torn and bleeding from Charlie�s attack. When this did not get the desired result, he used his fingers, adding one after another until he had his whole hand deep in Dorian�s body.
Dorian fruitlessly fought his bindings as the man jammed the bottle and then his fingers into him. He screamed until his throat was raw. Then the man thrust his fist into him, he finally passed out.
Charlie got so aroused by all this that he shot his load onto the floor before Frank had extracted his hand. This made his partner laugh all the more, telling him that he had forfeited his next turn.
Charlie gave him a disgusted look before going to get another cup of water that was thrown into Dorian�s face, partially reviving him. Then Frank mounted the semi-conscious Earl and started thrusting into him with sadistic delight.
�I never knew faggots could be such a good fuck. Did you Charlie?�
�A piece of ass is a piece of ass,� Charlie replied dismissively as he lit a cigarette.
Frank�s eyes widened. �Hey, gimme one a those,� he said. �I�ll betcha that�ll make him scream even louder.�
From behind them, a cold angry voice said, �Do any more to him and I�ll put a bullet through your fucking heart.�
Charlie spun around, seeing the enraged Klaus standing at the top of the stairs with a very large gun in his hand. �Shit!� He had put the gun on a table a few feet away and made the mistake of reaching for it.
Klaus stepped forward and punched him in the face, putting every ounce of his rage into it. Charlie was knocked off his feet and sent sprawling. He landed with a broken nose and in an unconscious heap across the room. Klaus then turned an angry glare in Frank�s direction. �Get off him, now,� he ordered.
�And if I don�t?�
�I�ll kill you.�
There was a look in the man�s eyes that told Frank he meant exactly what he said. He meekly climbed off the bed.
�On the floor, face down,� Klaus commanded. When Dorian gave a low moan, he threw a concerned look at him, his eyes taking in his injuries. He was battered, bruised, and bleeding.
�Don�t sweat it, man. He�s just a flaming queen,� Frank said dismissively.
Klaus�s head snapped around. His eyes narrowed as the sadistic little bastard got down on his knees. Then he could hold back his rage no longer and kicked the man in the face, sending him to the floor and breaking his jaw in the process.
Klaus snatched up one of the discarded strips from the shredded bed sheet and used it to bind the moaning man�s hands behind his back. He went on to do the same to the unconscious Charlie before going to check on Dorian.
Klaus took the Earl�s face in his hands. �Dorian?� he said gently. �Dorian, can you hear me?�
Dorian moaned, his eyes rolling in his head a moment before they struggled to focus on the man beside him. He gave a small whine and flinched away. �No more,� he moaned, �please��
�Dorian, it�s me,� Klaus said gently, brushing the blood and sweat soaked hair out of his face. �It�s Klaus.� He started digging in his pocket for his penknife to cut the Earl free.
�Klaus�? Where are you? Why aren�t you here?� Dorian moaned pitifully.
His words were like a dagger through Klaus�s heart. He cut the Earl free, and carefully placed a towel against his torn rectum to staunch the bleeding. Then he covered him with a blanket, his eyes taking in the rest of his injuries at the same time. Christ, Dorian, what did these buggers do to you? How long has it been going on?
Dorian gave a whine of pain and Klaus gently stoked his cheek. �Dorian, I�m here,� he said softly. �It�s over.�
Dorian gave him an unfocused look, the familiar voice finally registering in his aching head. �Klaus�?� he said in a small voice.
�Yes. I�m here.�
�God, my head hurts,� Dorian moaned. He tried to move, but was in too much pain and groaned loudly. �My whole me hurts.�
�Just stay still,� Klaus instructed. And don�t die from shock. Please, Dorian, I know you�re stronger than you look.
Dorian wrapped his arms around him as best he could and started to cry, clinging tightly to his lover.
Klaus closed his eyes and for a brief instant, he felt like crying himself. Then his eyes fell on the men on the floor and he was Iron Klaus again. He gave them a murderous look. �Dorian, I have to go call for help,� he said firmly.
�No! Don�t leave me,� Dorian moaned, his grip tightening.
Never!
�I�m just going downstairs. You need medical attention. They won�t hurt you again,� Klaus said calmly. His voice hardened as he added, �If they try, I�ll kill them.�
Dorian nodded, accepting this reply. If anyone were capable of fulfilling this promise, it was Iron Klaus. He allowed himself to be pried loose and laid his aching head on the bed. He wanted to pull himself into a tight ball, but didn�t have the strength to move.
Klaus stood looking down at him a moment and had to fight the urge to kill the pair laying on the bedroom floor. He went to where the satellite phone was stored, calling the authorities and an ambulance. Then he went back upstairs to sit with the Earl and wait for his world to fall apart.

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