Lemon's Cage

Lemon’s Cage The tale of a monstrous love It was no secret he thought it a pleasure to watch them perform. They knew it too. It was amazing to him, the way they moved together as one, all four graceful legs in perfect harmony. Their identical smiles, their long, black braids and caramel skin. They were beautiful! It was Lemon's job to bathe them, feed them, look out for them, all of them; the creatures working at his father's show, so no one came to attack them during the night, which sometimes happened. And so none of them decided to run away, and that didn't happen very often. Where were they to go? What hope had they, when not even the churches would open the doors for them? Monsters they said, was what they were. Monsters and freaks... Lemon swallowed hard and told himself just that again while watching the four legged twins enter the stage with slow steps, oozing of dignity despite the crowd's screams of amazement and horror. Now came the tale of how their mother had died while giving birth, how their father had raised them in a cage. Kurun and Sani, the names they had given each other before they knew proper speech. Lemon's father lifted their shirt to show where they were conjoined at the shoulder and all the way down to just above their hips. Both twins looked away, unwilling to face the crowd then. They were strangely shy, although they did this almost every night. Soon they would be in their cage outside the tent. Little boys would poke at them with sticks, women point their fingers and gasp, men stare while chewing their tobacco and swinging their bottles. Every where they went, it was their cage that would draw the crowd. People simply couldn't stay away from the twins. Lemon could hardly wait to have them locked back up in their wagon, safe from all those eyes. To himself, was that it? Had he become so unwilling to share those two? Lemon shrugged and kept chewing at the straw in his mouth. He had his hands deeply buried in his pockets and his foot kicked in the dirt floor, made fine dust rise and settle. Behind him the old German, a disfigured man with a head twice the size of an ordinary man's, rattled in his cage, possibly to call for him. Lemon didn't care. The German couldn't speak anyway, just look at him with pale blue eyes that were set all too far apart. The youth shrugged again, insisted on ignoring the noise and half choked sounds from the cage. He didn't like the German, he had been aggressive lately, especially at night when Lemon came to feed and groom him. Lemon sighed and watched the twins again. They were different. He had problems thinking of them as another one of them, of the freaks. They were too pretty and too kind, he supposed. Lovely in their dark costume: wide skirt-like trousers with room for all four legs and a shirt with high collars and silver colored buttons. Lemon though that he liked them, then he blushed. He thought of the peculiar friendship they had formed on this tour. The soft-spoken Sani, the funny Kurun. How different they were, despite them being one. Lemon wasn't an open man, he was silent and cold seeming, never letting his temper seep through the surface. His life was hard, his duties many. It had been years now since he used to cry when tired or sad. Yet the twins had slowly melted him somewhat, he found it hard to remain unfazed around them. Their interest in his life, in his soul and dreams seemed so genuine. He loved talking to them, listening to their voices, silken purrs that stroke his mind, hearing their tales about foreign countries: of tigers and star shaped spices, shrouded, dark women and blue velvet skies. It was only fair then, he told them stories in return. Stories of the road show and the places they had been; later, about the pain and the tension. The anger and the hate. Maybe it was no wonder he fell in love with them at last. "No love in there, in your tales," Kurun had said. "Where is the love in your life, Lemon?" Lemon had shrugged. He wasn't a stupid boy. Of course he knew of love, and also of passion, he just didn't think it important or necessary. Life was usually much easier when one didn't think of things like that. Especially not when softness could cost one dearly, as he knew without a doubt it could do in his own life. He was being watched, every move examined. Loved, oh yes! With madness and with shame... Caged.

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The twins were new in the small troup. Lemon's father had purchased them just a few months earlier, to travel and live with him and Lemon, the German, the long-legged Clyff and Pieter the Dwarf. They had been a success at once, how could they not be? Looking so exotic. They had come all the way from India as little boys to be raised by a, now sadly departed, man of science. *** Lemon was still standing by the entrance of the tent, his mind was toying with the memories of combing through the twins' long, black hair, to wash their backs with the warm, soft cloth. The intimacy of their wagon and the scent of them, a little of spice and a little of roses and a lot of musky male as well, was likely what put him off so much. In the confined space, it was overwhelming, that scent. He could feel the caressing weight of their dark gazes while he washed their feet. Their long fingers sometimes laced in the yellow hair that had earned him his name. He couldn't help but being stirred and touched in his blood then, when he saw them half-naked in the light from the little lamp they kept. Their lean limbs were so slender and smooth, and Lemon had to fight not to touch them, because... they probably didn't want him to. Why would they? Nevertheless did he feel this urge. Never before had Lemon wanted to touch someone as badly as he wanted to touch the twins. Now they slowly spun around on the small, wooden stage. Lanterns lit up their even features, the full lips and the black eyes. Their braids were dancing on their backs, reaching all the way down to their waists, touching each other like mirrors merging. Sani and Kurun danced as the dwarf played his flute behind the old, dusty curtain. The crowd was silent, but he could feel their excitement. The German rattled in his cage. The air smelled of people and sweat, rose scented talcum and liquor. The twins danced as one being while Lemon's father stood by watching with his black, round hat and the useless bullwhip in his hand. Useless because he never used it, but he loved showing off just who owned them all. Lemon included, he was no exception. Lemon wasn't really the owner’s son, but a child he had picked up at some point before Lemon could remember. Lemon wondered if that was why he let him do the things he did, wondered if he'd send a real son caring for the monsters' personal needs like Lemon had to. He had been wondering a lot lately, as he had grown taller than the redfaced, aging man. Lemon's hard muscles spilled under his skin when he moved and he had more female gazes than one following him when he moved through the tent to open or close a cage, sweep the stage floor or move a bench. And one day it would be his, the show. That was the toxic, sweet promise to make him work harder, push himself further. But Lemon had begun doubting even that, if it was worth it. If he even wanted it! He wasn't sure if he feared his father all that much anymore either. He had, when he was younger, before the old man's hard fists had tamed him and he stopped arguing. Lemon had actually been planning to run away all winter. He was an adult now, and capable of working. What kept him there, however, was the thought of those he so unexpectedly had come to care for. The twins. He feared for their safety, cared for them and wanted them. Intimately. He could watch them for hours, watch them, want them, count each graceful step on the stage floor and yearn. *** It was late afternoon before the cages were taken inside and the five creatures let loose to be led back to their wagons. Lemon still had many duties before he went to rest. While he sat outside the wagon he shared with his father and prepared the meals, he thought about the changes in the show over the years. All those he had seen come and go, those who had died there. He had gotten to know so many unnatural beings. Some were mad beyond speech, other became something like brothers in arms, or even friends. The twins were the latter. Entering their wagon was like entering a sacred space, a gentle calm ruled there, a calm that was bliss and balm for angry thoughts. He tried make it so he could go there after he had been with the German. He needed it then. Something good...

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Lemon had lost his innocence to a hunchback six years earlier, but by that time, he had already helped the freaks coming for years. It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't nice. But it kept them calm, his father said. It kept them from leaving or running away, from getting mad and destroying their belongings. Usually all they wanted was a helping hand. Lemon did not mind giving that. It was like feeding them and washing them, only slightly messier. Currently Lemon's duties were few. Clyff did not wish any help and the Dwarf was only once every other week and quickly over with. The little man was always considerate and kind and admitted he would have preferred a woman but that Lemon would do. He was civil and polite, as they usually were. Sad beings, most of them.And then there were those like the hunchback from the past, who wanted more. They were rare, but it happened. Most freaks were good people. Others, like the German, was not. The monstrous, black-clad man had steadily grown more aggressive as his mind drifted further and further into madness, which was why Lemon swallowed hard with dread and put steel in his heart now, as he climbed the two steps and entered his wagon. Unlocked the door with a snapping sound. The German would be ready. Lemon knew that he would attack. He could not tell his father about this fright. About the attacks. He would laugh or be mad at him, remind him of the laws of the curled up fists. Duties were to be done, not discussed. Out of hopelessness or the fear that was still vivdly remebered by his body, if not his mind, Lemon would take it and still have to go back to the German the night after, so telling would be pointless. Lemon had to fight the freak. He had no choice. He placed the plate with steamy meat and potatoes on the German's little table. The madman refused all light, desired the dark, which made it nearly impossible for Lemon to see anything at all the first few minutes. When he came his large, heavy head hit Lemon in the stomach and made him drop the bottle of ale that he held. It fell to the floor and rolled in under the German's bed. The madman's breath was in his face, warm and foul smelling. His hands tugged at Lemon's trousers as he always did when given the chance. The trick was to have him focus elsewhere so he'd leave his crotch alone. If he could keep him from his body and pleasure him with his hands or even mouth it was better, and up until a few months ago, it had worked as well. But now the madman seemed determined to rape him, and so Lemon's nights had become nightmares which often ended with bruises and blood. He would not ever give in and let the old man have his way with him, although his father would only have shrugged and asked him why not? It was such a little thing, he would say, such a little favor to do for the unfortunate they had in their keep. But Lemon would not. Not again! Not now, when he was a grown man, able to to fight... Now that he was physically strong and could decide for himself who could touch him and not! He would not have another unwanted intruder, another insane creature breaking into his body! So he kicked and screamed when the German grabbed his hair and tossed him to the floor. Lemon was ready and threw him off when he came diving down on top of him. They were both panting, struggling and grunting. The German had lifted his shirt and opened his pants. Lemon could feel his naked cock against his stomach. Quickly he grabbed it, forced the man back by hurting him. The old man screamed something guttural, breathed heavily. Lemon began stroking him furiously, heard him cry like an animal when lust caught his senses and pushed him towards the edge. His hands were still clawing for Lemon, who was straddling him now. The fight had been easier than usual tonight though. He didn't think he had a single bloody scratch! With a strangely soft sigh, the huge male beneath him came over his fingers. Lemon let out a relieved breath, let him go and rose quickly from his body, knowing the other would be calm now. The air smelled strongly of warm flesh, come and blood. The mad had bit his own lip when he came. Despite the dim light in the small room, Lemon could see dark liquid smeared on his cheek. Shivering and breathing, Lemon staggered outside and wiped his hands on a ragged piece of cloth he'd brought with him. He locked the old German's wagon and leaned against it for a moment, closed his eyes briefly. Breathed, calmed said breath. Tried to make it normal sounding. He would visit the twins' wagon next but didn't want them to know how much the visit in the German's wagon had upset him. How close he was to failing in his ecounters with the mad. The German was strong. Lemon feared every night would be the night he wouldn't be able. The night that he lost. "Lemon," Kurun said later, after the young man had arrived with food and water for their wash. "Be careful with the German," he warned. "He is watching you, looking at your body with greedy eyes. It is not good what you do, giving file:///C|/Users/acer/Documents/Lemon1.htm[11/2/2009 10:30:32 PM]

him release." The twins sat on a bench by a low table in their wagon, behind them was a mattress of hay, thick blankets and several blue pillows. The room was lit by the oil lamp hanging from the ceiling. It was not much space; Lemon had to bend his head in there. He shrugged in response to Kurun's warning, happy that the twins didn't know how bad things were. "I know," he said simply. Thought of the clawing hands and the harsh sounds from the old German's throat. He thought there might be bruises on his back after lying on the rough wood fighting him off. "I wish it wasn't my job to provide that for him," he said absentmindedly and caught a look of compassion and sadness on Sani's face. It stung. He wasn't supposed to look at Lemon that way, like he was a child to be pitied and cared for, not admired and desired as a man. "I can handle him," he added quickly. "He won't hurt me." He abruptly looked away, concentrated on slicing the apples for them. The twins didn't eat meat, were raised not to. Tonight, they ate large, yellow-red apples and drank sweet wine from purple grapes. They could cut the fruit themselves, but despite all their years together they weren't very fast with such work. They had two strong minds that prevented them from melting completely to one. Lemon liked to cut it for them, it gave him more time with them, and they were such pleasant company. They'd been something warm and relaxing to his mind even before he'd fallen for them. Now he poured the wine in goblets of thick and uneven green glass. While they ate, he unbraided their glossy hair and combed it. The three of them spoke quietly together, shared their impressions of the day, the audience and the performance, spoke of the village they were headed to next. Lemon had some wine as well, and set to wash their four perfect feet. Twenty long, elegant toes with pale, even nails. This, too, was easier done by him than by them. He liked sitting at their feet, imagined he could feel damp heat from their body, smell the musk from between their legs, caress and lovingly rub every soft pad of their feet, every little toe... When they finished the meal, he began preparing new water. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked, deliberately casual, a little more out of breath than intended. They knew what he was asking, had always known just what kind of offer was laced in with the words. He asked them every night with a tingly feeling all over his body, his skin. "No!" Sani was the one answering tonight. It was always the same answer, the same disappointment stabbing in Lemon's gut. "Shall I find a woman you can share? I'm sure I can find one if I pay enough," he offered gently, hiding the pain. "No, Lemon, you don't have to find us a woman." It was still Sani who spoke. Lemon didn't say more, he just kept stirring the water, adding cold one from a mug and soap powder. It was the same every night; he expected the answer and should be relieved. He knew he would have been if the German, or any of the others, had refused, but he was so taken with the twins. He smiled bitterly to himself. Such a fool! They didn't want him... "What is it, Lemon?" Sani's soft voice sounded. "You look angry. Not with us, I hope?" "No," Lemon looked up. "It's just...I don't know why you don't want me," he said honestly. "Maybe you help each other and don’t need any other." He could feel himself blush. "But it would be a nice thing for me!" He wanted to bite his tongue and pull the words back in again, knew with brilliant clarity he'd said too much, but it couldn't be undone. There was silent for a long while. Lemon stood frozen in embarrassed fear, just looking at them. Kurun laughed quietly. His eyes shone in the light form the little lamp. Sani looked just as flabbergasted as Lemon felt.

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"Oh, Lemon," he sighed. "We're not like the old German. We would never use you for pleasure." "Unless Lemon wants us to." Kurun still looked at Lemon, piercing gaze, lovely gaze. "I do!" It slipped, wasn't meant to be said, but he had probably kept it inside for too long. "Come!" Kurun's voice was a breath, his arm sought for him in the small space of the wagon. Lemon heard fear in his voice, and the spice of hunger. "Come!" he repea ted. His eyes had suddenly gained a different look. Lemon didn't dare to look at Sani. He scrambled to his feet, with his head still bent under the roof, he closed his eyes and took the few steps. Let the strong arm embrace him. It closed around his hip and pulled him closer. He heard a sigh from the twin's lips. "Closer!" He felt himself be pulled to touch the warmth of him, of them. His cheek brushed slick hair as he sunk down on the four legged lap, straddling three of their thighs. His one arm slid over Kurun's shoulder, the other one across Sani's chest. Lemon who sighed. He felt feverishly warm. Kurun's hand was stroking up and down his spine and murmuring sounds rose from his throat. His warm lips caressed Lemon's neck and goosebumps formed on Lemon's arms. He complained quietly and tried to control his heaving breath. Afraid even to think in this moment, to break the spell with reason and reality. Sani hadn't moved at all. He sat still as if he was made of stone, watching with huge, dark eyes. Lemon's heart skipped a beat by the sight. "Please forgive me," Lemon said hoarsely, resting his head on Kurun's slick scalp. "Please forgive me for wanting you so. Please think no lesser of me, Sani!" "Lesser of you?" Sani whispered. "Why would I think lesser of you, Lemon?" The hand he raised to touch Lemon's face was shivering. "I did not want to hurt you, that is all. So I told Kurun to leave you be. I didn't know that you wanted to...-" "Please, kiss me Sani." It was Lemon who whispered now, while fresh sweat broke through the surface of his skin as his body grew warm and wanton under Kurun's burning lips and the feel of their bodies to his own. "Just a kiss..." He closed his eyes and felt his heart race while he waited to receive the soft seal of agreement. "Lemon." He felt Sani's breath on his skin when he spoke; he was close, so very close. His lips brushed Lemon's now, back and forth, finally settling on top of them and adding gentle pressure. Lemon parted his lips, made a mewing sound, quietly, like a kitten begging to be touched. The tip of his tongue reached for Sani's mouth, for Sani's lips, Sani's tongue. "Sani," he breathed and forced his way through the pliant barrier of soft, moist flesh and into his mouth. The twin was ready then, battling his intrusion lovingly, sighing so prettily. His tongue loved Lemon's like a serpent, curling and winding and caressing it with slick strokes. He tasted sweet from wine and apples. Cool hair touched Lemon's cheek and he moaned again when Kurun's lips left his neck and gently replaced his brother's on Lemon's, leaving Sani to roam his neck while his hand was touching his chest, suddenly bold now; opening the buttons of his shirt to touch his chest with feathery strokes of smooth fingertips. Lemon gasped again, felt his own body give in and give itself over to the twins, mold against their form and yield to their caresses. His hands were draped across their shoulders, holding both heads captive in a loose embrace while they kissed him. He arched up to be touched by their hands as his shirt fell from his chest and their tender handling made his member suffer from the sweetest ache. Kurun reached around his torso with his hand to pinch his nipple, hard enough it stung. Lemon moaned and squirmed in their lap. "Is it good?" Kurun wondered.

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"Oh, yes!" Lemon sighed, while the twin's two fingers continued to roll his nipple into a hard, pink bud, his brother's palm stroke at his stomach, up and down the tanned skin. "You are so smooth," Sani said huskily. "It's such a gift. Such a treasure...Touching you like this!" His voice dropped to a whisper, sounded strangled and hoarse with emotion. "No," Lemon said in a breath. "No, Sani. It is I who am lucky." He groaned and pushed upwards with his hips when Kurun suddenly took a passionate hold of him and wound his hand in his hair to force him to bend his neck and receive his kisses. The boy felt himself flush scarlet anew when the other twin's hand unexpectedly connected with his crotch and began caressing him firmly through the thick fabric of his trousers. "Sani!" He gasped between Kurun's kisses. "Sani." The twin's low chuckle sounded in reply, low and warm, and an intimate promise. Lemon looked at Sani's face. His eyes glittered happily. His face looked flushed, warm and beautiful. His long hair hung in wavy locks around his face, damp from the heat they created. Lemon could see his pulse throb, the artery on his neck, and he wanted to lick it. Lemon bit into his lips, gasped, grind his crotch hard against Sani's hand, against his long fingers that traveled up and down the length of him. Lemon shut his eyes, as looking at the twins added to his pleasure and he did not wish to end this soon. He yelped loudly when his leather belt dropped to the floor and gentle fingers reached inside his trousers to touch his naked cock. Oh, it liked it! Liked it so much it twitched inside its new, warm cave of playful fingers and leaked moist pearls of anticipation. Pounding velvet in Sani's hand, he so vulnerable Lemon wanted to cry. They chewed at his heart, these two, when they touched him they touched that secret place as well. They kissed the inside that was hidden and so sensitive the faintest touch would hurt. Touching him like this...He bled.... Kurun blew into his ear, supported his twitching body with his arm and kissed his lemon colored hair soothingly while he moved with the pleasure, drifted and jerked with the tiny explosions. Lemon blinked with his eyes and saw that Sani was just looking at him, lips parted and glistening with saliva, eyes huge and intense, watching his every tossing movement in their lap. He had pushed down Lemon's trousers now, so his cock stood between their bodies like a bald, wet spear begging for attention, lovingly engulfed by Sani's hand. It dawned on Lemon they were doing this the wrong way. Touching and pleasuring was usually his task. Then again, this had been the twins' game from the start. He came. Tumbled over the edge and sprayed his own stomach, Sani's hand and Kurun's upper thigh with warm, salty milk. He heard himself moan, make harsh sounds and cry with with the impact. He couldn't help it; the waves he rode were so long sought for, and so welcomed by his flesh. "Lemon," Sani whispered. Kurun moaned low and complaining. Longingly maybe, or envious. Lemon opened his eyes to see him dip a finger in the white fluid that smeared across his thigh and lift it to his lips, tasting it. "Do you like it?" Lemon asked. "Yes." the twin smiled happily. "Will you take me in your mouth, Lemon?" he asked without shame. "Oh yes!" Lemon felt strangely happy and dazed from pleasure and relief. Happy that Kurun wanted him too, and full of light-headed curiosity as to explore his lovers' form. He curled one arm securely around Sani's neck and kissed him deeply. Because he wanted to. Because Sani had touched him and brought him heaven. Because he was beautiful and his friend and his lover. Then he kissed his brother. "I want to be naked with you two," he murmured in a happy voice. He couldn't chase the smile from his lips now. The twins were smiling too, not half as relaxed as he was though, but oozing of eager tension and want. It fueled him, it made him eager to please. He was soft clay to be molded by their desires. file:///C|/Users/acer/Documents/Lemon1.htm[11/2/2009 10:30:32 PM]

He slid off of their lap, felt instantly cold and lost without their warmth. He held himself and smiled again, a little more insecure now without the reassuring closeness. He swallowed hard and tried to be bold though, let his shirt fall to the floor, as it was almost off anyway. And then his trousers. Without the belt, they slid easily over his narrow hips. He knew the twins were watching him but didn't meet their gazes. He wondered briefly why they didn't rise. Why they didn't undress as well. "Move over to the bed, Lemon," Sani's voice bid gently. "We need all the space to move." "Yes, of course!" He swallowed nervously. Ashamed that he hadn't thought of that. He shuddered in the cool air and tried to hurry past them to reach the relative safety of the blue pillows and the warmth of a blanket, but Kurun's hand stopped him, dragged him down to kiss again. "Come!" Lemon bid them. "Join me," he begged hoarsely. Then he freed himself from Kurun's arm and climbed on top of the blue pillows, nested among the blankets and rose his gaze to watch the twins strip in front of him. When they stood, he could see they were trembling. They were graceful when undressing, as expected. Much more so than one would have imagined for such a large form. They bent and moved synchronized as a clock, removed shoes, the skirt-like trousers and the shirt, large garments fell to the floor in a flutter of fabric. They were beautiful! Lemon's eyes loved them. His gaze trailed them and caressed them through the air: each caramel colored limb, the four plum colored nipples, every inch of smooth perfection, their thick, straight cocks that leaned out from their stomach, hard and fully erect, and the heavy looking sacks. Their skin shimmered in the golden light from the lamp and he could see that they smiled at him, not fully confident but rather insecure, searching his face, his expression for something, rejection perhaps? Or disgust... "Beautiful!" Lemon muttered. "So beautiful!" He sat up to his knees on the mattress reaching out for them. "Come," he called them again. "Please." When they arrived and knelt before him, he embraced them, and touched them, and stroked their sides with open palms. His fingers moved over their hips, their smooth thighs, their waist and belly. He moaned himself when his fingertips traveled their chests and circled the puckered peaks of plum, combed through their hair and grazed their taut balls, the long cocks, synchronized and slow. He reveled maybe in the feeling of it, having them both, one in each hand, while they held on to him, petted him and hardly breathed in front of him. "Lie down," Lemon bid them. He knew this well, knew how to pleasure, what felt good. He tried to make his smile reassuring but was not sure if he succeeded, as the twins still looked somewhat scared or tense. "Please," he breathed in and out and closed his eyes. "Trust me," he pleaded. "You are my wonderful..." his voice trailed off. Fingers came to play in his hair. "Thank you, Lemon," Sani said softly. "You must forgive us; we have never done this." Lemon gave a short laugh, of relief perhaps, or because he was touched. "If you are sure that you want to do it," he said. "We are." "Then I am too." "Yes?" "Yes." He pushed them gently down. His lips drew patterns of love, lust and longing on their chest. They gasped and lifted file:///C|/Users/acer/Documents/Lemon1.htm[11/2/2009 10:30:32 PM]

their hips to meet his mouth. Suddenly insecure he looked up. "I want to do it to the both of you," he sad. "but I don't know which one to take first!" "Sani!" Kurun said with a smile. "He breathed before I did, so he is the older one of us." "How do you know that?" Lemon asked curiously. "We don't" Kurun laughed quietly, a little nervously. "We made it up when we were children." Lemon smiled slightly, felt a stab of compassion, although he was nervous too, as if he was to inflict pain and not pleasure with his acts of desire. All three of them were like a weave of spun glass in this. Thin, fragile threads so easily broken... He took Sani's cock in his mouth. It smelled deliciously male and tasted fresh, clean and salty, was coated by a sheen of liquid dribbling from the deep slit at the tip. He touched it lovingly and then swirled his tongue, up and down the long, hard length. He moaned. Sani moaned. Kurun moaned as well. Lemon rubbed his own swelling cock against Sani's leg. It was hard and eager anew. Lemon was squirming with pleasure. Before long, he was swallowed by the fire of his senses. The fear and insecurity were deeply buried beneath the hunger.Time itself crumbled into precious moments. Each second was a gem of warmth and spice and salt and sex. Lemon opened his throat and took him deeper inside. One of his hands lay on Sani's hip-bone, caressing it roughly as he moved his head up and down the straining cock. His other hand had curled around the other leaking member that teased in his nostrils with scent of arousal. While Sani's hand clenched in Lemon's hair as it's owner tossed with his head and harsh cries spilled from his throat, Kurun's hand laced with Lemon's, guiding his hand up and down the slippery length. It was clear he had been waiting for a long time, waiting and yearning. "Wait, Lemon!" Sani complained, his palm tried to force Lemon’s head from his cock. His sack hung full and ripe like a coffee colored peach behind his cock. He was ready to burst now, any second. Lemon did not want to let go, not at all. He wanted to taste Sani's semen on his tongue. With a shrouded gaze and wet lips, he looked up at the twin he'd been pleasuring. "Why?" he uttered and repressed a moan and an urge to reach down and touch himself. Sani's gaze refused to met his. The twin was out of breath and his skin was blushing with red. His eyes shone beautifully and Lemon wanted to kiss him. "Inside of me, Lemon! Won't you come inside?" Sani's voice sounded quiet and vulnerable. He spotted something frantic in his eyes too. He could read him so easily, as if they had always been together. "Don't be afraid," he said. "I will do all that you want me to! Whenever you want me to," he added. He wanted Sani to see they didn't have to do it all at once, wanted them to trust he'd be there. Serve them his battered heart on a plate, if they wanted it. "Have you dreamed of that?" he asked him, knowing he had no right to pry, but doing it anyway. "Did you want me to have you?" his chest felt tight. "Yes." The most wonderful smile, white teeth and shiny lips. "Will you, Lemon?" "Yes." He looked at Kurun then. The other twin had a blank expression, his hand laced with Lemon's had stopped moving. "Go on," he confirmed. "I want to see my brother happy." He smiled and began to slowly stroke his cock again.

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Lemon's feet crossed the cold woodwork of the wagon with quick steps. The oil he used for their hair, to make their braids shiny and slick lay in his palm now as the took those same few steps and entered the awkward bed again, checking in the passing if the lamp held enough oil to last, -it did-, and so, with a joyful smile, he knelt between Sani's legs. He met the twin's nervous, eager gaze, watched him spread his legs further apart and lift the right one to rest on Lemon's shoulder. Lemon bent down to kiss him. Hot and deep, just like his rear was, when Lemon pushed an oil-slick finger inside. "Are you fine with this?" he whispered concerned. "Yes," Sani's smile was still bright. "I want you," he breathed and slid his arm around Lemon's neck, moaning softly while Lemon's fingers were playing in him. "Open up for me," Lemon muttered and closed his eyes. The twin's body felt so warm against his skin, Reminding him of embers and coals. This fire... He wanted it! Wanted to sink inside and unite with them! He took a hold of Sani's leg, lifted it even higher up in the air, opened him wider when he entered him. He used his free hand to guide himself inside the tight opening. The expression on Sani's face was that of awe, and of love. Lemon was pushing inside so slowly it hurt, as not to bruise or break the twin. Whimpering with the effort, he let out his breath when sheathed inside. "Please move, Lemon!" Sani sighed. "I never thought it would happen," he breathed, struggling with his voice. "Never thought I would have you inside of me, Lemon, that you would like it. And want it." The words fueled Lemon's passion, made him weaken and loose the hold of himself a little. His hips began moving, fast, a little faster, and harder than intended. Sani whimpered, Lemon too, but he couldn't keep from sinking inside the sweet, oil-slick cave of the other. Pushing inside and withdrawing, then ramming himself inside again, all thoughts of violation gone. Pleasure, that was all. Pleasure... "Hush," Kurun soothed his brother. His color, too, looked flushed and healthy, eyes shiny with emotion and want. His fingers trailed his brother's chest, caught Sani's fingers and led them to his cock. "Touch yourself," he whispered to Sani. "Do it while Lemon is doing it to you." His gaze flickered and met Lemon's. "We love you," he said. Sani came without a sound, releasing in his own hand. His semen was thick and plentiful, it decorated the twins’ bellies with long, white ribbons. Lemon gave a quiet whimper and bit into his lower lip. "Cannot come, not yet." he said and closed his eyes, as the visuals would likely be too much. "No, no yet," Kurun agreed in a dark, husky voice. "I have waited longer than I thought I could," he continued with a smile in his voice. "Come to me now," he whispered. With an act of will, Lemon stopped moving between Sani's thighs. He redrew his pounding cock from the wet cave and bent down to kiss is lover. Sani met his lips with loving warmth. Then Lemon kissed Kurun. "Sit on me," the twin urged him with that dark, intense gaze of his. The color of tar or black coffee. "What?" Lemon wet his lips nervously. His nostrils flared with excited amusement. He had known this was coming, had he not? Always like this with Kurun, teasing him and exciting him. "Sit on me!" Kurun's serene expression cracked into a mask of amused glee. His hand closed around Lemon's wrist as he swiftly pulled him down from his half-sitting position to land on his chest. Lemon laughed. Laughed from the heart! It almost hurt, because he did not do that very often. But now he laughed, because life was good. Kurun laughed as well. Even Sani smiled happily. "I'll sit on you," Lemon breathed hotly. He kissed them again while preparing himself, handfuls of oil smeared around his entrance. Kurun's erection had not faltered a bit, and the twin sighed softly when Lemon coated that too with transparent oil. file:///C|/Users/acer/Documents/Lemon1.htm[11/2/2009 10:30:32 PM]

"Sit on me," he urged again, eyes closed, still smiling amused. Lemon sat on him. Straddled him with one knee between the twins' bodies, just below their hip and the other knee on the other side of Kurun. The position was awkward, but not impossible. Lemon closed his eyes briefly, prepared himself for the pain that might come but didn't, when he impaled himself on the hard, slick organ of the other man. He sat on it and swallowed it, all the way to the hilt. Kurun moaned. The sound was more fire, spreading in Lemon's body. He stretched himself, noticed the feel of it, what it felt like to have the erect cock inside by his own choosing, his own will this time. It felt good, like a sugar cane, hard and sweet. Lemon's new favorite candy. He began moving, riding him roughly. He wanted that, Lemon knew it. Heard it. Saw it. The way Kurun's body arched and moved beneath him. His eyes were closed but Sani's watched him. "Oh, Lemon,you are beautiful when you do that." Sani's hand was touching Lemon wherever he could reach: his thigh, his hip. Kurun moaned softly and a furrow appeared on his brow. The cock inside of Lemon twitched and the blond realized that he likely wouldn't last. As an answer to his thoughts, Kurun's hand embraced Lemon's cock then, created a tunnel of fingers for him to move in while he rode on Kurun's hips. Sani's gaze had wandered to Lemon's face again, the blond felt a tingle pass through his body from knowing he was being watched. His body moved faster, up and down the hard rod, angled for pleasure every time. "Oh!" Lemon said and was surprised himself when the tension suddenly built so fast his mind couldn't follow and fully comprehend what was happening before the liquid burst forth and out of him in salty strands, gluing like melted sugar to Kurun's fingers. "Oh, Lemon," the twin complained smilingly, he bit into his lower lip with strong, white teeth. The cock inside of Lemon twitched again and it was warm in there, hot, wet and messy, as his rear filled with sticky white. They rested and calmed down together. Lemon lay on top of their joined chest, his cheek pressed to it, feeling the rise and fall, listened to the one steady heart beat. It felt like it had been hours since he first entered the wagon, yet he knew not much time had passed. One hour. Maybe two. It did not matter. He was happy. *** "You smell of fresh seed! Did he have you? The German?!" The dwarf asked later when Lemon came with food, much delayed. The little man chewed and spit his tobacco while gazing at Lemon with dark, wide eyes. "No." He didn't want to tell much really, but did not want the dwarf to think he had lost and been raped by the German either. "The twins then," the dwarf let slip from his wicked mouth. "They aren't that holy after all, eh? Have cocks like everyone else..." Lemon swallowed hard and dry. He did not want him to think less of it than it had been. He realized he couldn't help his own lips from curling into a little smile though. His cheeks blushed hotly. The dwarf noticed too, and shook his head, then he smiled as well and didn’t say anymore. *** The three of them were lovers from that night on, and life had never been richer for Lemon, holding such an edge of brilliant light. Every dark and rainy day still held a miracle at its core, framed and rimmed by this pure gold, their love, as it grew and expanded. The trinity they formed was strong and precious. To Lemon, the twin's form of long limbs and smooth skin on the blue pillows, their dark caramel colored brows damp from lovemaking and their straight, slick cocks resting on their stomachs, became a haven and refugee from harsh days.

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He hadn't ask for their consent, when he returned the night after their first time with their fruit. All day, he had felt anxiously excited, happy, of course, but also afraid they would refuse him when he came back to beg for more. That it had been just a need for them. Just for pleasure... Knowing their souls, he doubted it, remembering the warmth from before. His mind, however, kept tormenting him, whispering venomous doubts. That was likely why he didn't ask, when he entered the wagon that night. He just dropped the bowl of fruit on the table so the apples and pears rolled to the floor. He threw himself blindly into their embrace with something as rare and strange to him as the burning sensation of tears in his eyes. He was well received though. Received and loved, endlessly. Touched till he had no spot untouched. Taken and taking all through the night. They would travel as before, perform, and then love each other sore on the roughly woven blankets. Love each other into a feverish state of salt and sweet, where Lemon lost track of whose hand it was caressing him, whose hardness pounded in his rear. He used to lay on top of them, resting, drifting in and out of sleep. He found a peace there he'd never encountered before. There, on his bed of lovers listening to their heart. Stroking their warm bodies calm. "Who do you love, Lemon?" Sani asked one day, sitting behind him while they were travelling between two villages. Lemon was driving their wagon as he usually did those days. It was raining and the sound and scent of it embraced them. The light from the setting sun was golden and kind to the eyes. "Which one of us is it that you long for in your heart?" Sani sounded calm, yet as soon as the question was out, Lemon could see him tense up. His breathing became shallow and fast. "Both!" He said without hesitation. "I could never choose one of you! I love you both, but for different reasons." He smiled to himself and took Sani's hand in his. It was true. He loved them both equally, yet differently, because they were different. Sani was so kind and shy, Kurun so outspoken and funny. "We love you too," Kurun smiled at them both, then he leaned forth and kissed Lemon's neck. "We have only one heart," he said. "And that heart beats for you." *** But it was hopeless, this secret love. It could not last forever, not like that, hidden. There were too many people traveling together. Questions were asked. Where was Lemon all night? And why was the German so angry, so tense and difficult to handle? He couldn't even perform properly on stage these days, even if all he ever did on there was to stand still and look ugly. Was it because Lemon denied him that last thing? Disguised as a joke, the old man's question still reeked of obscene suggestion and sadistic lust. Lemon shrugged, said he didn't know why the mad was behaving so strangely, said he took care of him the best that he could, even though he had stopped entering his wagon many weeks before on the twins' request. Lemons wore eyes of ice then, mask of Winter, when he spoke to the old man. He was as good an actor as anyone. Never would he let the old man see his disgust. It would only fuel him. Make his wickedness worse. As Autum bled dry and Winter slowly fastened its grip, keeping their love a secret became increasingly more difficult though. Lemon's father had begun his annual drinking phase. He always did that during Winter, and then when Spring came, he would sober up somewhat, and be disturbingly happy for a month or so, fantasizing about the Summer’s wonderful prospects and making plans for the tour. Lemon hated him more than usual when he drank. The old man was quick to hit and scold him then, to have him help him undress and take him to bed. He hated how he touched him in his drunken state, rubbing his cheek against the youth's and stealing his warmth in bed in cold nights, reeking of whiskey and unwashed skin. He was touching him as if he was burning, but still a tempting piece of gold he couldn't keep his hands off. The older Lemon got, the more the old man drank, and so the truth became harsher, the lower his hands drifted at night. But this year, Lemon was hardly sleeping in their wagon at all. He was staying with the twins until the old man had fallen asleep. file:///C|/Users/acer/Documents/Lemon1.htm[11/2/2009 10:30:32 PM]

The German's toes froze blue then black and had to be cut from his feet. He screamed then, but not half as bad as when Lemon cut him with the knife two nights earlier, to keep him from forcing his buttocks apart. He was nothing but raving madness now, breaking out of his wagon to search for Lemon. The drunken owner of the freak show fastened his watery gaze on Lemon and put on a sad expression above the mustache. "You are the only one who can help him now," he urged him on. "I cannot handle him. Not even the whip. Only you can, Lemon. Surely you don't want him to die in the cold." And so Lemon had to go and search for him, armed with ropes and knives. The madman never went far though, it was always easy to find him, hard to fight him, when he came running head first, screaming from the top of his lungs, grasping for Lemon's cock. "Give him some sugar," Lemon's father said with a wink when he came home battered and bruised. "You could use some yourself," he added. "Some cream to sweeten the lemon." For little did he know that Lemon already had two pitchers providing for him, and that he was as sweet as any when with them. "We don't want you to share with him what we have with you," Kurun said, when Lemon came to their wagon, cold and with a bleeding wound at his wrist. He had been clumsy when handling the German and cut himself instead. "Don't worry, " Lemon said. "You won't have to do that." "But you have become so thin and pale," Sani argued. "It is wearing you out, this madness around you, keeping them both at bay!" "And our secret too, " Kurun added. "We are lucky the dwarf and Clyff regard you as one of us, else they would have told him. I do not think he would have approved of our ties, less we were just using you for our relief." "Do you love your father?" Sani asked. "He is not my father," Lemon replied."And no, I do not love him. I used to fear him. He is old now. And weak." "Yet we are not much more than slaves of his will," Sani said in a sad voice. "For where else can we go? Lemon, you should go though before he forces you to lie with the German." "He cannot force me," Lemon said calmly, refusing to meet their gazes. "But the German can," Sani argued in a quiet voice. "I have seen your bruises after hunting him. Seen the marks on your buttocks and your hips... " "Don't worry about it, my lovely," Lemon whispered and kissed his gentle boy. "But we do! " Kurun's hand caught his wrist and forced him to look him in the eyes. "We worry, Lemon! You should go!" "Not without you!" It was hot and passionate. "Then where would we go?" And so they remained. They remained through a Winter that held bliss and hope as well as pain. When the days became so cold they had difficulties travelling and keeping the wagons warm enough, Lemon's father rented an old, empty farm by the edge of a large city, so they could have proper shelter during the worst part of winter. file:///C|/Users/acer/Documents/Lemon1.htm[11/2/2009 10:30:32 PM]

The freaks’ wagons were parked in the barn with the horses and they got rooms inside. The German was locked in the basement, which was dry and not too cold. He couldn't escape from there and Lemon would have all Winter to make his wagon stronger before the next tour. The dwarf and Clyff shared a chamber behind the kitchen, as they used to share a wagon as well and the Twins lived upstairs like Lemon and his father, secretly sharing their room with the young man. They lay together, all three on the mattress of hay they had taken from the twins' wagon, listening to the wind at night, forming a unity of flesh and sex to keep the coldness at bay. There were dark months of anxiousness and worry. The three lovers were deadly afraid to be discovered, yet they knew it was just a matter of time. Although the old man drank a lot, they were living so close now, not in separated unities. They shared meals in the kitchen and often sat together by the fire playing games and telling stories at night. All but Lemon's father who fell asleep early from the drink. Yet he complained. "Where are you all night? Leaving me to care for myself. Are you up with the freaks?" he asked. Lemon shrugged, said he was busy providing for them all, wood and food, and their shelter needed much work as well. But the old man wasn't stupid. Once, he had perhaps even been bright. "The twins speak as they know you," he said one night while sitting on the bed in their room, lovingly caressing his bottle while watching Lemon change his clothes. "Do they touch you?" his watery eyes lit up with amused glee. It was as if his own words had made the pieces of the puzzle fall in place, so he suddenly saw what had been there but hidden from his view. "That's it, is it not? You are sleeping with the twins!" He laughed out loud when Lemon's stern expression cracked and revealed the truth. Horror and surprise became apparent on his features. "I should have known," the old man spat laughingly, mockingly "Then why don't you sleep with the madman downstairs, who could need it more than any? Suppose he is not man enough for someone, who needs two to keep him sated," the old man continued, swallowing his liquor. "I knew you were as bad as any," he muttered. "Just not this bad, eh? Rutting with the disgusting pair... " "They are not disgusting!" Lemon's palms curled into fists. "They are beautiful and warm and loving to me!" "Loving, eh?" the old man snarled. "I'm sure the German could be loving too, if you just gave him a chance. He has already gone mad with longing for you," he laughed. "Just the sight of you makes him come running like a dog for a bitch in heat. Lemon,-” he had another drink from the bottle, "-the man-whore," he finished. Lemon closed his eyes and thought of the twins, felt how tired he was. To the core. Tired of the secrecy and repression. So tired of the threat of violence. Tired of the German looming in his soul like a pitch black shadow, a threat. And now...what next? Mockery and hurt? Would the old drunk tease and taunt and punish the twins? Set the German on them? They couldn't move all that fast and Lemon suddenly felt scared. "Do you like that, " he asked coolly. He met the drunk man's gaze sternly, noticed the blue-red skin."That I am a whore for them?" he spread his legs in a provocative gesture and grabbed his own crotch with his hand. "Or would you rather have it yourself?" his nostrils flared with frightened anger. The older man paled. "How dare you?" A spray of burning liquid hit Lemon's face from the bottle. "After I have cared for and fed you..." "And given me to the mad!" Lemon gave a growling sound. Lemon's father laughed a dark sounding laughter. Bitter almost. Harsh. In a surprisingly fluid motion, considering the amount of alcohol in his veins, he rose from the bed. Although Lemon saw him come, he was much too surprised to react when the fist hit his gut. "The twins,” the old said with anger. "You will not see them again! I'll lock them up and you can't see them, Not until file:///C|/Users/acer/Documents/Lemon1.htm[11/2/2009 10:30:32 PM]

you have set the German straight for me... No matter what it takes!" His eyes were black and cruel. "Maybe I will even have you myself," his hand slid up and down the bottle he still held, suggestive and obscene. "To see what the fuss is about." It was has he had feared then! Giving the old man this knowledge was giving him the key. There was nothing Lemon would refuse to do for his twins! Even if the old man would make them his cage, he would bend his neck and be a slave to keep them safe. He clenched his fists, unclenched them. Then he stepped outside the chamber and leaned against the wall. The prospects of the future lay like shattered ice before his inner vision. Cold shards. Knives of pain. The fear of the old man came rushing back, filling his heart with cold dread. Now he would rape him too, he knew as much. It had always been just a matter of time, a question of the old man being bold enough, of Lemon to be dirty enough to be touched. If he had the German, he would be just that. Tainted. Broken. And the old man's love for him would die. Love was what kept him safe, in this cage. It exploded then, the anger. It had been brewing there for so long. Now it poured forth and colored his vision the color of blood. The axe was conveniently set behind the door in the kitchen. He had been outside earlier chopping wood. He knew the feel of it so well, the weight of it and the power. He had been working with it more hours than he could count. Knew it so well... the smooth handle, the sharp edge. It felt like a natural extension then, a part of him, when he did it. Just natural... "It was the German, he went mad over the winter and my father had forgotten to put the lock on the door," Lemon explained when the city guards came at his calling. The twins nodded solemnly in the background, were his witnesses of truth. The dwarf said nothing when they asked him. Neither did Clyff. Lemon felt proud of them. The guard didn't doubt the tale, why would they? They took the German with them, to hang. The madman was screaming wildly when they boarded him up in their carriage. Screaming and clawing at the iron bars, screaming because Lemon was not with him, crying out his twisted love. The next time Lemon saw the mad, he himself was witnessing the trial. He was dressed in black as a good, mourning son. Just waiting to see justice before he left the city. He had to play his part, else it would seem peculiar. It was crowded there, int he court room. A freak had gone insane, murdering his patron, after all, it was a spectacle! The German howled from his cage, but Lemon didn't pity him. He thought it fair. Pay back now, for each bruise, each wound. Payment for the pleasure that Lemon had provided. For each time the German had touched his skin. The German would die, but they, Lemon and his lovers, would live. *** Lemon wasn't an open man, he was silent and cold seeming, never letting his temper seep through the surface. Yet he held the twins all through the following night, lay on top of them, moving with their synchronized breathing, felt their chest rise an fall. It calmed him and soothed his feverish mind. He couldn't sleep so they didn't either, just slowly combed their hands through his hair. "Lemon, we love you." And in the end it was never a question of regret. *** Later, when the German had been tried and hanged and joined the old man in the cold soil, they continued much as file:///C|/Users/acer/Documents/Lemon1.htm[11/2/2009 10:30:32 PM]

before. The twins performed, the dwarf played his flute, Lemon bowed with the round hat in his hand. But the freaks were never caged and never poked at, and the twins and their boy lived happily ever after on a bed of blue pillows and citrus flavored dreams, sharing their hearts between them. The End

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