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Chapter 12

His blood boiling, Emmett is no longer the loving, tender person from minutes before. The white curtain of fury makes him blind and raging against the shorter figure in front of him. He doesn't try to explain or make an excuse, but throws himself into the fight with a new outburst of energy, now enhanced by the sour taste of hatred on the tip of his tongue. Emmett is well aware his flying fist is what every human being should be afraid of – the huge, devastating, unstoppable token of man's power.

He doesn't expect to meet the solid block of another power, even stronger than his own – that of Jasper dancing in the middle of the room in an entirely new stance. When their bodies collide in the space that formerly separated them, Edward imagines hearing thunder.

A momentary confusion flashes through Emmett's mind. How can a body of Jasper's size and build withstand a collision like this without falling? Not giving it a second thought, Emmett uses the deadly blow of his flying fist and aims at Jasper's jaw, only to find the motion of his hand stopped midair, his fist locked in a grasp so tight he finds it impossible to move further. His other hand is suddenly immobilized, when with one last step, Jasper presses the length of his body along the taller man's arm, and bends his wrist to an almost impossible angle. Emmett no longer sees the room, but a cluster of silver stars before his eyes, the pain in his nerly breaking wrist searing. He is also deprived of the ability to move his whole body, with Jasper's leg raised to press his groin, and another leg steadily pushing his heel from behind.

"Now, what, lovebird?" Jasper whispers mockingly into Emmett's ear. "I have never lost a fight." He hisses, somehow managing to ad an 's' to every syllable.

Emmett is utterly confused. He pants into Jasper's blonde locks, not knowing what to make of the situation. What confuses him most is what he feels against his hipbone – Jasper's clearly detectable erection.

Something tells Emmett this is the moment to initiate a truce.

When Dr. Cullen enters the room, Emmett is kissing Jasper, and Edward is staring at them, wide-eyed and no longer sobbing.

~"~

The jeans are gone. The convicts have received an order to change into something new from their wardrobe; black leather pants, and they are wearing nothing else. No tops, no shoes or socks. The three stand upright, lined along the further wall of the dining room, and the Doctor paces in front of the row of their naked, panting torsos. They are not allowed to move. What's more, they cannot actually see the Doctor scrutinizing his man-exhibits, because they're blindfolded by ruffled pieces of white sheet, tightly knotted around their temples.

A few minutes prior, they witnessed the furious Doctor shredding Edward's sheets into pieces, and yelling for the first time, expelling them to the bathroom and ordering them to get clean of every stain of blood, sweat, or any type of medical supply resident on their skin. Under the order to get dressed and descend to the first floor in five minutes, they've had no chance to elaborate on their former actions.

Right now, standing silent and obedient before the Doctor's fury, the three try to figure out at which exact moment had the shit hit the fan. And how, for fuck's sake, did the Doctor know.

He doesn't leave them any time for thinking, though, ordering them to turn around and expose their backs to him.

Dr. Cullen uses more pieces of the shredded sheet to tie each pair of wrists. One after another, the convicts are ordered to hold their hands crossed behind their back, until the Doctor's long, manicured fingers bind them with a simple knot and check it thoroughly. The white cloth contrasts with the black leather in a mesmerizing way, the ends falling over the beautifully outlined leather-clad buttocks.

"I might enjoy the view for the whole day," the Doctor says, "but that's not going to serve you well. You need discipline, and we're starting now. Turn around."

The three figures obey, turning their backs toward the wall. Edward is confused about the directions, and the Doctor approaches him. Roughly grabbing his elbows, he helps the young man make the whole turn and face the room.

"Mr. Masen, are you feeling alright?" the Doctor asks. "You may speak."

"I'm alright, sir. It's just that I couldn't see."

"Good. Stand still. You three listen to me now.

"This is your third day here, and you're already getting into a fight. I want you to know, gentlemen, that this is not your show. This is my show. Period. You may kiss or fuck whenever and wherever you like, unless you are told otherwise. But fighting, that's forbidden. I don't even want to know the reason.

"Now, for discipline's sake, you are going to replay your fight for me. But I am not going to untie your hands, nor your eyes. Questions? Mr. Whitlock, Mr. McCarty?"

Emmett gulps, and being himself, is the first to ask a question. "How did you know about our fight, Doctor?"

"Let's say I could hear you, McCarty. Try another one."

"How do we fight without the use of our hands?"

"Use your teeth, or tongues, depending on the purpose."

"Where do we begin?"

"Show me what you did to Masen to make Whitlock so furious."

"I need Ed… Masen to lay down." With that, Emmett makes a move towards the Doctor's voice. "With your permission, sir, Mr. Masen should be laying somewhere here."

"Okay, do it. Masen, step up."

For the next few minutes, the Doctor watches the pantomime of Edward's massage. Only this time, Emmett is kneeling on the floor and uses his tongue to show where his hands previously rubbed. Then, it comes to the moment when Edward sleeps.

"I can't pull his pants down with my teeth, Doctor." Emmett is helpless.

The Doctor assists, unbuttoning and slightly pushing down the black leather, exposing the crack between Edward's ass cheeks. "They're unbuttoned. What next?" the Doctor asks. "Where did your hand go?"

Using his tongue, Emmett repeats the action, eliciting a deep groan from Edward's throat.

"Did you want to push your finger in his little puckered hole, McCarty? While he slept?"

"That's not the case at all, Doctor. I wanted to use what was left of the balm and ease his pain. He's sore, you know."

"But Whitlock interrupted."

"That's exactly what happened, Doctor."

"But I heard Masen screaming!" Jasper is suddenly interested.

"He was startled, is all. I didn't do anything wrong." McCarty tries to explain once more.

"Stop it. Be quiet, Whitlock," The Doctor orders. "It's all clear to me. McCarty, you can finish now what you started up there."

"But I don't have the balm anymore."

"Oh come on, stupid boy. Use your tongue. I'll help."

Assisting Edward to get on all fours, the Doctor pushes his pants further down to his knees, putting his butt and semi-hard cock on display, and directs Emmett to the desired spot. "Lick."

Emmett obeys. He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable. It even seems he enjoys the act.

It becomes clear Edward enjoys it even more. "Aaaahhh," he breathes out, and his cock hardens.

"It's been a stressful morning, Masen, hasn't it? You deserve some more pleasure, little boy." The Doctor uses his softer voice, his words combined with Emmett's ministrations lulling Edward into a blissful relaxation. "Do you like it?"

Edward hums, "Yes," and his brows rise above the blindfold when he feels a hand encompassing his shaft.

The hand feels gentle, a little cold but with a silken touch. It's the Doctor helping him find his release while Emmett circles his hole with his tongue. Soon, the Doctor's hand moves in a steady rhythm, and a moment later Emmett involuntarily pushes his tongue through the muscled ring. It doesn't take long for Edward to moan, and then spurt his cum in the Doctor's palm.

"Oh, you almost stained the carpet, bad boy!" The Doctor laughs. "Stand up. You too, McCarty. You three, don't move while I'm gone."

The Doctor steps away to clean his hand, and when he returns, he sees the three boys frozen in their places, just where he left them, with Edward's pants pooling around his ankles.

"You three are wonderful. Simply wonderful. I'm a very lucky man."

The Doctor removes Edward's blindfold and unties his hands. "Sit with me, boy," he says, and directs Edward to a spot on the floor. It's the same place where he witnessed Emmett suck Jasper's cock for the first time. This time, too, the Doctor's hand lies on his head.

"On with the show, gents. Where were we? Whitlock hears Masen screaming and steps in."