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Warning: the following GWing yaoi parody contains scenes of homosexual 
interaction, bondage and S&M. Please do not read if you feel you may be offended 
by such content.



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Quatre: Exposed!! 
Trowa was at the circus, feeding the lions, when he got caught. He should have 
known to expect something, by how nervous the lions were acting, but he just 
attributed their animosity to the coming storm. He was kneeling down, slipping 
the meat through the bars of the cage on a pair of tongs, when he was caught by 
surprise by the little hand that came around to cover his nose and mouth with 
cloth. He struggled for a few seconds, but soon he felt the whole world was 
spinning; to weak to continue, Trowa passed out.

Hiro and Duo were at school when they were taken. They had stayed late, to play 
a game of basketball, just enjoying the respite of not having a mission to go 
on; their respective contacts had not tried to reach them for a week now, and 
there were no signs of trouble for weeks to come. Hot, sweaty, and tired from 
their game, the boys didn't bother to change. They walked back to their dorm, 
bags slung over their shoulder, totally relaxed as they felt the droplets of 
rain begin to fall from the night sky. As they were approaching the corner, a 
car screetched to a halt in front of them, the trunk popping open, and from 
behind them, they felt strong hands pushing them in. . . then darkness.

Wufei thought he was safe, so he had decided to go for a dip in the lake. He was 
missing the action, wishing his contact would give him a new mission already. 
When he saw the storm clouds gathering overhead, he decided to get out of the 
water and get settled in for the night. Imagine his surprise when he found all 
his clothes missing! Alert, he circled the little glade, listening for sounds, 
searching for intruders. All of a sudden, overhead, five large men jumped down 
from the trees, catching Wufei in a net. He screamed in outrage, struggling, 
trying to rip free, but he felt a sharp pain on his head and realized all was 
lost. . . 

All four of the boys awoke to find themselves bound and gagged, their wrists 
tied, suspended from meathooks. Oh, and they were all naked as jaybirds, too. 
The room was large, with no windows, just lots of metal and concrete. The decor 
could only be described as medieval dungeon style, and none of the boys were 
amused. They all struggled to look at their surroundings, searching for any sign 
of who their captors might be, or better yet, a way to escape. Trowa's eyes 
widened as he saw a large wooden table with chains on all four ends. He wondered 
what that was used for, but he didn't care to find out. Duo's main interest was 
a large fireplace; it wasn't the fireplace itself that attracted his attention, 
but the large collection of dildos that lined the mantlepiece, arranged by size, 
from largest to smallest. It was Wufei who let out a muffled scream as his eyes 
came accross the VERY extensive collection of whips and chains that were mounted 
on the wall. The boys all began to struggle, twisting wildly in the air, trying 
to break their bonds or slip their rope off the meathooks so that they didn't 
have to learn what exactly the sicko pervert that owned this place wanted with 
them.

But it was too late; the big black iron door began to creak open, and fifteen 
very large, very uncomfortable men entered, in a straight line, marching, to 
stand in line facing the four boys. And behind them, little Quatre walked in. At 
first, the boys thought that their mysterious captor had gotten Quatre too. 
Trowa tried to yell for Quatre to run away; the boy was delicate, and he didn't 
think little Quatre could stand much torture. But the gag muffled his cries and 
he finally gave up, looking helplessly at poor Quatre. Strangely enough, Quatre 
smiled, then gasped, saying, "Oh! I forgot something!" He ran back out of the 
room, and after a few seconds, he came back in, dragging a little red wagon 
behind him. On the red wagon was a large toy chest, contents unknown. 

The boys stopped struggling, their bodies still tense with wariness, but no 
longer with fear. Outrage bloomed on their faces; they glowered at Quatre, 
trying to intimidate him, wondering what the hell the kid was up to.

Quatre smiled cheerily, oblivious to their intimidation tactics.
"Hi guys! I was kinda bored, and I wanted to ask if you would all come over and 
play with me, but I knew you wouldn't want to come, so I had the guys here 
surprise you and pick you up. I hope you don't mind!"
There was much muffled cries of anger, as the boys strained against the ropes 
that held them. Pick them up! Is that what he called it? They were naked and 
hanging on meathooks, for crying out loud! What kind of games did Quatre want to 
play?
"Oh, excuse me! I'm being a rude host." Quatre motioned to the closest of his 
guards: "Will you take the gags off our guests, please?"

The guard hesitated, stammering, "Are you sure, sir? I mean, they don't look 
very happy to be here. . . "

Quatre waved away his excuse. "Oh, don't be so silly. They're tied up and naked! 
What could they *possibly* do?"

Stalling as much as he could, the guard undid the four boys' gags.

Trowa was the first to regain his voice. "Quatre, what the hell do you think 
you're doing? You scared us all half to death!"
Wufei glanced down at the small boy with a frown on his face. " A true warrior 
would never endanger his comrades in such a way. This is the act of a coward! 
Release me and prepare to defend yourself!"
Duo glanced at Trowa, then Wufei, then finally looked down at Quatre. Smiling 
sweetly, Duo said, "Ahhh, chill out Wufei. You're acting like you have a big 
stick up your butt. Quatre was just playing a practical joke, right Quatre? He's 
going to let us down now, aren't you, kid?"
Quatre giggled and said, "Nope! Not until we're done playing."
Hiro, who had been observing the proceedings in stony silence, finally spoke up. 
"What are you up to, Quatre? What kind of game are you playing?" 
All the guards began to cough loudly, trying to cover up their embarassment. 
Quatre turned to them and said, "Hey! I don't need you guys anymore. You can 
leave now."
The same guard that had undone the gags spoke up once more: "But sir, is it wise 
that we leave you alone with these boys? I mean, they are your team mates. Maybe 
we should let them down."
Quatre looked at the guard angrily, the sides of his mouth turned down. "NO! I 
want to play with them! Unless you would like to take their place. . . "
The guard shook his head violently, and motioned for the other guards to follow 
him out the door. Finally, the big iron door banged shut, and the Gundam boys 
were alone.
Quatre smiled, his teeth bright against the grunginess of the room. "Well! Shall 
we begin?"

All four boys begin talking at the same time, Duo cajoling, Trowa pleading, 
Wufei threatening, and Hiro demanding, all with the same goal in mind: to be 
released, and never find out what exactly Quatre does in this room. But Quatre 
ignored all their words and turned to his toychest. After opening the latch, 
Quatre swung the top of the chest, peering inside. All the other boys strained 
to see what was inside, but no one could manage. Duo kept looking scaredly at 
the dildos lining the wall. My god, what he must keep in that chest. 
"Hmmm. . ., " Quatre said, "what should we play first? I know! Let's play 
doctor!" From the trunk, he got a pair of surgical gloves, pulling them on with 
a *SNAP*! The helpless boys all winced at the sound. "So, who's going first?" 
Many cries of protest emerged, but Quatre simply said, "I think I'll start with 
Duo. He looks healthy enough, so this will probably be just a routine check up." 

He approached Duo until he was right in front of him; as Duo was suspended from 
a meathook, Quatre only came to his chest. Quatre ran to the corner of the room 
to fetch a little stool, which he plopped down in front of Duo so that they were 
face to face. Duo, usually such a pleasant boy, snarled at Quatre, but Quatre 
simply looked at him and said, "Open your mouth, please." Duo's mouth clamped 
shut. Quatre shook his head as if to say, naughty boy! And pinched Duo's nose 
closed. After a while, Duo began to turn blue with the effort of keeping his 
mouth closed and not breathing. He opened his mouth, gasping for air, and Quatre 
quickly took the opportunity to press his lips to Duo's. His small tongue 
entered Duo's mouth, licking Duo's teeth, searching for Duo's tongue. Duo 
moaned, his tongue coming out to spar with Quatre's, but Quatre pulled away. Duo 
opened his mouth to protest, but Quatre just stuck a ball gag in Duo's mouth. 
Duo's eyes widened with shock, then slanted with anger, but Quatre merely shook 
his head again. "My my my, you are such a disagreeable patient! I'll have to 
come back for you later. So, who's next?"

Quatre went back to his toy chest, rummaging around. Finally, he stood back up, 
this time with nipple clamps in his hand. All the boys went taut with fear, 
Wufei even going so far as to say, "if you use those on me, little boy, I will 
tell you now, when you release me, I will make your life a living hell." Quatre 
just laughed: "Don't worry Wufei! I have enough for everyone!" He approached 
Wufei first, delighting in his violent struggling upon the hook. Quatre grabbed 
him by the hips to steady Wufei, then blew slightly on his nipples, which were 
already erect with a combo of fear and the cold. Wufei moaned, and he groaned 
even more when Quatre took one hand off his hip and began pinching his left 
nipple. He began shaking when Quatre took the right one in his mouth, at first 
sucking, then licking, then nibbling. Wufei quivered with pleasure. . . if this 
was all Quatre had in mind, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. . . 
"YOWTCH!" Wufei jerked on his hook when Quatre bit down on his tender nipple, 
and not so gently, either. Quatre laughed as he placed the nipple clamps on 
Wufei, who looked nonplussed. "This is so much more fun than playing with the 
guards! I'm so glad I met you guys! I never had any boys my age to play with!" 

The other boys struggled wildly as Quatre applied their nipple clamps, but 
luckily for them, Quatre didn't bite any of their nipples. "Hmmm. . . so what 
should we play next? I know!" Quatre again reached into his toy chest, which by 
now was the greatest source of dread in the room for any of the boys. Out comes 
a turkey baster and a bottle of water. 
"Hiro, I've always thought you were a bit uptight. Maybe it's because you have 
bowel problems! How's about I give you an enema?"
Quatre skipped over to Hiro, who was contorting wildly, swinging to and fro in 
the air. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! DON'T YOU DARE!!!!! DO NOT TOUCH ME!" But 
Hiro was helpless as Quatre grabbed his legs to hold him still. "Spread 'em, 
Hiro!" Quatre spread open Hiro's buttocks, staring at the little ring.
"Hmmmm. . . looks like a virgin orifice to me!" Quatre looked at Hiro's anus, 
then the turkey baster, then his anus, then the baster, finally deciding that it 
just wouldn't fit. "Jeez, Hiro! Relax a bit!" Quatre pondered the problem for a 
few moments, holding Hiro's buttocks all the while but ignoring Hiro's protests. 
"I know! This will require some lubrication!" Quatre released one cheek to 
burrow into his pants pocket, finally pulling out a tube of KY jelly. He took 
off the cap and squeezed a generous dollop onto the palm of his hand. He rubbed 
the KY into Hiro's anus, easing one fingertip into the tiny space, searching for 
just the right spot. . .
"Ahhhhh!" Hiro arched his back, amazed at the sudden jolt of pleasure he felt. 
He looked down, not wanting any of the other boys to see his face, which had 
turned red with a mixture of pleasure and embarassment. What he saw made his 
face go even darker: his erection stood firm and proud before him, shuddering, 
red if not redder than his face. Trowa, who was hanging next to him, glanced 
down, and snickered. Hiro paid him no heed as the waves of pleasure washed over 
him, tide after tide. . . 

But all of a sudden, that magic finger was gone, and the turkey baster was 
thrust into his anus, a rude intrusion that made Hiro wince. 
"OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!" 
Quatre pulled the turkey baster out of Hiro. 
"There! All done! But I don't want you to go all stiff again now that I have you 
relaxed. . . " Quatre walked over to the fire place, tapping his finger against 
his forehead as he pondered which dildo he should use. He decided on one of the 
mid-size dildos, since Hiro WAS just a beginner. Next time they played, Quatre 
could use a bigger one.

Now Duo was chomping on his ball gag, Wufei was nursing his tender nipple, and 
Hiro was squirming at the feeling of the dildo; only one left: Trowa. Quatre 
went to his toy chest once again, rummaging through until he found what he was 
looking for. He walked purposefully towards Trowa, who cringed with half fear, 
half anticipation, not saying anything because he knew it would be futile 
anyways. Quatre didn't say anything to Trowa either, simply glanced at Trowa's 
limp cock. He took it gently into his hands and began to stroke its substantial 
length, watching it harden. Softly, Quatre murmured, not looking up from his 
careful ministrations:
"Well, well, well, what do we have here. . . I'll be damned if this isn't the 
largest specimen I've ever seen. . . you deserve some special attention, big 
boy." 
Trowa tensed in anticipation but nothing could have prepared him for what was 
coming next: Quatre took the head of Trowa's penis into his mouth. He gasped and 
pushed his hips forward, trying to thrust his shaft further between Quatre's 
soft lips. Quatre ran his tongue along the underside of Trowa's penis, and then 
moved his head forward, trying to take all of Trowa's length into his mouth; it 
was impossible. He was only able to take half of it. Forcing himself, Quatre 
pushed his head further down Trowa's shaft, past his gag reflex, until he took 
it all. Trowa gasped in incredible pleasure, ready to faint. . . 

All of a sudden, Quatre pulled back. Trowa thrust his hips outwards, seeking 
more contact, but Quatre was having none of that. In his hand, Quatre had a 
little ring, which Quatre pushed to the base of Trowa's penis. 
"There! Now you'll stay that way for as long as I want you to." From the floor, 
he picked up a doctor's bag. From the bag, he extracted a small jar.
"Do you know what this is for, Trowa?" Trowa shook his head, unable to speak.
"This is for your sperm sample!" With those words, Quatre began tugging on 
Trowa's penis, harder and harder, until Trowa came, his semen spurting all over 
Quatre's hands and into the jar. His body relaxes, but the blood stays in his 
penis, forced there by the little ring. He lets out a little cry, but Quatre 
just giggles. 

By now, the other boys are twisting, their erections hard, muscles clenching; 
the sight of Quatre's lips around Trowa's penis and Trowa coming into the jar 
really had their gears going. Quatre laughed at all of them. 
"So, you're all not that angry anymore, eh? Well, don't worry, you'll all get 
your chance." He glanced at Trowa, who's eyes were closed.
"I'm not done with you either, Trowa! I want sperm samples! Lots and lots of 
sperm samples! From all of you!" With those words, Quatre pulled out four more 
cock rings,and the boys groaned, from delight and dread, knowing there were 
hours of torture more to come. . . 

Hours and hours later, the guards came marching back into the room, severing the 
bonds that held the four boys. All four of them fell to the floor in agony and 
exhaustion; Quatre came towards them, a bundle of energy, as always. Trowa 
looked up; he felt like even his eyelids hurt; his stomach was encrusted with 
semen. He waved his hands to ward off Quatre: 
"Oh god. . . no more. . . "
Quatre giggled, delighted. "I hope you guys had fun! Thanks for coming over to 
play with me! You can all stay the night here; the guards will prepare rooms and 
baths for you and take you home in the morning. Remember to get lots of rest 
this week, because I had so much fun today, I think I want all of you to come 
over again next weekend!" 

Quatre turned and gaily skipped out of the room.

The boys laid in a pile on the floor, each and every one of them dog-tired. 
Finally, Duo worked up enough strength to speak. 
"Geez. . . who knew that that innocent blond head held such disgusting thoughts? 
The things he made me do today. . . " Duo shuddered.
Wufei turned his head and moaned, feeling the kinks in his neck. "YOU?! What 
about me! I still can't believe he bit my nipple!" His hand came up to rub the 
sore nubbin.
Hiro just shook his head in shock: "Quatre?! That was Quatre?! Couldn't have 
been. Must have been an evil clone."
Duo smiled and said, "Damn, some of the things he made me feel were definitely 
sinful, but how could anything that evil make me feel so heavenly?"
Trowa, silent all this time, opened his mouth to speak; his voice was hoarse 
from all the screaming he had done, sometimes in pain, sometimes in ecstacy.
"He's going to make us do this again next week you know. . . maybe we should 
find a good place to hide."
The four Gundam boys looked at each other, then grinned. All at the same time, 
unanimously, they said, "NAH!!!!"

END

Hope you liked it! ;) Leslee