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Joxer and the Men	By : AmberDDawn Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yet another chapter. I'm really surprised I have so much story in me. I know I was kinda getting side tracked with the history and the gods. I do hope I didn't make Apollo too crude. He is angry at Pan for misleading him and dragging him into this mess. I don't know what to do with him. Would he kill Joxer and hide the evicdence if he had not sensed that would only brew more trouble? I don't know. Also i mentioned Artemes before and I took her name out of the previous chapter because I simply forgot about her and didn;t want to write her into the story. Hera and Aphrodite will make their appearences.

I hope I'm writting Autolycus well. I remember Bruce Campbell brought his unique charm to his character and I sometimes saw hings of Ash coming through. But he was still his own character and very unique. He was self serving and selfish, but by no means evil. I think he cold be unselfish if he had to. I don't remember how the other cahracters reacted to his profession. I think as long as he didn;t target anyone weak or in need. He was kinda supposed to be the ancient greece Robin Hood, but I don't think Autolycus was quite that Nobel. I like the idea of the two characters balancing eachother out. Joxer's upbeat goofiness with Auto's egotistical charm. I might change this to an official Auto/Joxer fic.
I am not sure I like this chapter, but it is what it is. I really hope it isn't terrible.

Joxer and the Men
Chapter 6: Joxer on the Mend

Lydus frowned and paced the tent that had acted as temple for Pan for over ten years. They were still packing up the everything the men had broken down the tents in record time, espically considering half of the tribes men, nearly fifty of them, were out searching for Joxer.

He didn't want to be responsible for telling Gallus the man he loved was not meant for him. It would devestate him. He turned and left the tent. He had put this off long enough. He headed where he knew his chief and future chief were.

Gallus brushed the black ox and uttered gentle words to his pet. He took what comfort he could from the beast he had cared for from a calf and raised. He loved the animal even if he had known it was actually intended for the feast on his wedding night. He smirked and chuckled at the irony of it. He almost sold Dymnos, he was meant to slaughter the sweet tempered creature for his wedding, and yet here he was leaning against the animal trembling in fear and sorrow. His father forbade him leaving the camp and to ensure he obeyed was standing outside the pen watching his break-down.

A throat cleared and a somber looking man aproached the two men and the ox. Lydus bowed briefly to the men.

"Pytheaus, Gallus," He started. His tone was dry, serious and a bit pinched, "Lord Pan has shown himself to me. He spoke of many things. Today is a day for upheaveal, and change. It will be hard but it has come time for our tribe to remove ourselves from isolation. Our god wishes us only to be happy and safe, but he fears in protecting us from the pain and hurt of the outside world he has done us more harm than good." Lydus looked a bit ill and he struggled to grasp the right words.

"There is more Lydus," Pytheous prompted him gently. He knew something was terribly wrong not just about Joxer being out there and Gallus in danger of falling into dispare.

"Joxer was given the potion of fertility..." Lydus stated, "He was given a great deal. More than what a hundred men should ever have tasted, "Pan has relinquished the potion. It is forfit to us."

"Who did such a thing? Surely you would not have?" Pytheaus begged the man. Lydus shook his head but did not reveal that one of the chief's sons broke into the sacred chest beneath the alter to Pan. Neither, that he unwhittingly forced something terrible on an innocent man.

"But Joxer's been given it? He and I can still have children?" Gallus looked up with hope that was tainted by greed.

Lydus shook his head.

Gallus went pallid and choked. He shook his head in disbelief, "Why not?"

"What do you mean? Why couldn't my son and his indended have children? If Joxer has taken too much potion? Even if he took more than intended he would be fertile...Oh by the gods! Would that much kill him?" Pyhteaus asked. He looked ill as he grasped the older man's sleeve and looked into his eyes.

"It is not that. It is that the fates have decreed that Joxer does not belong to Gallus, he never did. He was always ment for something else which I am not privy to. Pan told me you must call off the search for the man and...and it is time that our tribesmen joined the outside world. They could take wives, or male lovers, but not one of us will ever see a son from a male dam again," Lydus glanced at Gallus who looked like his heart had been ripped from his chest.

He gripped the fur of his pet ox too hard and the animal brayed in pain and pulled away from him.

"Liar!" Gallus's broken look morphed into one of pure hatred, "Father this is madness.! Tell him. Tell Lydus he is a fool! We will never go be with those people! Be with women! I will not give up Joxer. HE'S MINE!" He spoke through gritted teeth. Gallus vaulted over the wall of the pen and ran.

Lydus felt his chief start to go after his son. He stopped him. He looked striken, but determined, "There is much I must speak to you about. Gallus is a good man, he just needs time, but we must not lose time. Pan has decreed that we must disperse, there may be trouble from the other gods on Olympus. Our tribe may not survive this day, I pray it does, but if not our people must be saved!"

Four of the fastest men left in the camp set out in different directions. Orders to bring the parties back to camp.

Gallus stopped the man heading toward Colyrus. He hit him over the head with a large rock, and left him in the forest. He would return to check on him once he had spoken with the party. There was no other place he could be . There was a healer in the village and walls of protection to keep them out.

They were greedy bastards. Keeping his bethrothed to themselves, but he would get Joxer back. He would take him and hide and they would make love and he would plant the seed of his loins into Joxer's magically created womb. By this time tomorrow Joxer would be carrying his offspring and they would be married.

Xena couldn't sense which god had been there and the air didn't have that strange tingle anymore. She sighed. It could be any of them. But the chances were that it was one of those gods worshiped in the city...It hadn't felt like Ares at least.

There were people milling about. A middle aged man was yelling at a guard about his purse being stolen. A few vendors were gathered around watching. The woman just shook her head. Autolycus better dial back his snatch and grab routine. It was a small village and there was only so much he could steal before he was noticed and it was only so long before he ended up behind bars.

She turned to a fruit stall and looked over the produce. Most of the fruits were dried. The dates and apricots looked good. There were some lovely red apples. They looked sweet.

She smiled to the fruit vendor and asked about his wares. Then took a parcel of dried dates and apricots as well as four apples. The vender lemented he did not have any currents in stock. Xena thanked him for his service and took her fruit.

She turned to head back and noticed Auto hovering around the village's tailor. He looked up and sighed. Xena let her curisority get the better of her. She felt her stomach gripe and she dug out a dried apricot and took a bite. It was a bit tart but also packed with flavor. She slid up behind the man feeling Mischievous. Deepening her voice and spoke, "Hey you! Did you take my purse!"

There wasn't anybody close enough to be paying attention and Auto spun on his heel, "I have no idea what you're talking about." His face a mixture of false innocence and manufactured disbelief. He saw Xena chewing on a dried orange colored fruit. She was looking pleased with herself. He frowned and tried to snatch away her bag of fruit. She held it away from him.

"What are you doing here?" Xena chewed and spoke in a very unladylike way as she pushed the rest of the tart fruit into her mouth. She reached in the bag and offered an apple to the man. His face pinched at the memory of the sour apple from before.

"No thanks," He shakes his head, "I'd rather have somethign sweet."

"The man at the cart assured me these were ripe and sweet," Xena replied.

"If you beleived him he's an even better con-man than me," The thief snorted.

Xena shrugged and put the apple back in her bag. She pulled out a dried date and smiled, "You didn't answer me." She offered him a date.

Auto took it and popped into his mouth. It was pleasant and warm in his mouth, "Now those are good."

Xena pointed a firm glare at him and the thief held up his hands, "Fine. I thought I'd be nice and have something made for Joxer. We can't have him running the streets naked once he's up and about."

"That's awefully generous," Xena smirked when she saw the faintest of red coloring the man's cheeks.

"What? I can be a very generous guy!" He took a defensive tone and stood his full hight. Still chewing the fruit Xena had shared.

"I didn't say anything..." Xena supressed a chuckle, "Anyway when will his clothes be ready?"

"Not until after noon..." Auto grunted in frustration.

"Why not help me get some supplies and we can go back to the Phidias' house and make lunch," Xena offered an idea.

"Are the guards still out there?" Auto asked.

"What guards?" the warrior woman tensed. The healer didn't mention any guards visiting his home, "You didn't go steal from the prefector, or something did you?"

"Give me some credit," He huffed, "I'd wait until we were leaving before pulling that stunt."

"We?" Xena asked, "I figured that you'd be gone once we got Joxer back."

"Well I couldn't leave him like that. I may be a thief and a scoundrel, but I'm not heartless," He looked down and examined his fingernails to have something to look at besides the warrior woman. Admitting he cared was really hard. He was usually a solo act unless he was forced to help one of his heroic 'friends,' but he did actually like these people despite sometimes being at odds with thier morals.

"...Actually about that. I really want to thank you for staying so long. It means a lot. Joxer's a good friend," Xena reached out to him and patted his shoulder rather awkwardly.

The gesture surprised him and warmed his heart in a nice non-romnatic way. Xena was a beautiful woman, he was a man...Sure he's thought about her...yes...in 'that' way, but right now she was a comrad who actually showed a genuine affection for him, "So what were the guards there for? How do you know they were there?" The look of comradery fell away to a look of serious concern. She looked around and noticed the air around the village. The civilians looked calm and unaware. It had lulled her into a false sense of security, but she noticed the number of city guards partoling was minimal at best and they had taken the trouble to visit the healer? Strange...

"They were there for us...I think...if that healer had not prayed to Apollo and gotten his protection we would be out on our asses, I guess we should thank him," The thief shrugged.

"Why didn't you come tell me? What if...Wait...how do you know Apollo was protecting us?" Xena asked in her signature threatening and demanding tone.

"He appeared...at least I think it was him. All golden and sparkly and Blond. The physician prayed to him then he appeared. Phidias told the guards that only the sick or those who were there to help the sick would be allowed to enter. I decided to make myself scarce for a while just in case they were looking for me. Since Jox was under Apollo's shield of protection I figured there wasn't much more we could do until Joxer was ready to leave that house."

Xena rolled her eyes. She thrust her fruit at the thief, "Do me a favor and check on Gabrielle and Joxer, and don't eat all my dates." She leveled a stare at the man as he took another of the dried fruits from the bag.

The woman left the thief heading toward the gates. She had a suspicion and she aimed to find out what was going on and why she felt that undercurrent of forboding. The lack of city guards patrolling had unsettled her. From her vantage the walls surrounding the village were hard to see.

The village had made a wise decission to build a wall in the poorly defencable position. They had the money and people to maintian it, but that also caused them to to slack in manning the wall. There weren't enough men to guard the wall and to maintian peace inside the walls at the same time. Having walls was useless if there was a single weak spot that could be exploited...And protecting the people from the outside world was only good if the village didn't tear itself apart from the inside.

Already she observed disorder, mainly thanks to a certain Thief. She would really haver to talk to Autolycus about beeing a bit more measured in his profession. One young man barely old enough to shave stood in the city square trying to placate four men and two merchants who had been robbed that day. The poor lad was quaking in his boots as he tried to calm the people down.

She headed for the gates not surprised to see a throng of villagers beset on the closed gates.

"I have to be in Thrace by next month. I'll never make it on time if i can't leave today. I won't fill my orders. All this work will be for nothing!" He threw his arm back waving at the stack of leather and metal buckles.

He was sitting atop a horse drawn cart laden with leather work. Saddles and other horse leathers. The man was screeching at the guard. He was standing and ready to jump down. An elderly couple noddded, "Our granddaughter is getting married in a week. We're not as young as we used to be do you expect us to run to Potamia?"

The man on the cart looked down at the two with an inkling of pity and then smild wanely.

"I'll be passing near there on my way if you two don't mind sitting in the back I'll give you a hitch...if we ever get to leave that is," The man turned back to the man who seemed to be in charge of keeping the villagers back from the closed gates.

The guard's arm was resting in a sling. He just kept calmly rebuffing the villagers telling them ther was an issue and they wouldn't be able to do anything until it was resolved, "I'm sorry for the inconvience but I have my orders and we are working to get things sorted as quickly as possible."

He looked up to see Xena aproach and recognition lit on his face.

She walked over calmly and asked, "What's going on."

"Ah...Xena," The Lieutennant spoke up, "I though you and yours had left the village already."

Xena nodded, "Sosilus, right?" She asked his name only barely remembeing being introduced a few days ago, "We had problems," She admitted.

"I hate to ask but we could use your help with this," The man rested his good hand on his sword hilt at his side, "Some mountain men are here. They say he was one of thiers and was stollen away from them."

"They are after my friend," Xena frowned.

"What?" The man looked confused the realization hit, "You're the group that came in before dawn?"

Xena nodded.

Sosilus felt his stomach bottom out. Thus far it had been a stand off but one wrong move and they would have a battle on their hands. They could hand Xena's friend over and prevent a battle, but the Warrior Princess would be an even more fromidable enemy to have.

"Joxer was taken captive," Xena corrected, "We were rescuing him. If we had not been allowed in he would have bled to death. I'm greatful to the healer and to your guards for allowing us in even if the gates were not supposed to be open. I'll do all I can to help you now."

"Was...It was that silly looking fellow that was with you...the one who knocked the Prefector off his horse?" His face soured.

Most of the men in the city guard hated the village's leader. Though he ran the village profitably, but his prediscessor had been a better leader. Eupolos gained his position when the previos Prefector had died of old age. He cut the wages of village guards in half. They were forced to disban about half their men. Some went to the farms outside the city to work as hands, others went to larger cities. Families were forced to leave the village and it had been hard on many of them at first.

It was true that on normal peacful days half or even a third of their normal numbers were adequate, but days like today they needed men outside protect, and inside to keep order.

"I am really sorry about the guards who attacked him. They were releived of thier duties and are sitting in prison cells for a week due to their lack of diciplin. They are Prefector Euolos' cousins, Chares and Kallon; and both have egos almost as big as his. Luckily the village charter allows the Captian to met out discipline for the guards. Even if Euolos can determine how much gold the guards are alotted for their wages. Bastard had tight purse strings but he can't afford to lose Captian Eos. Eos is an expirenced fighter and served Athena as solider during his youth. Even a pompus idiot like Euolos knows half of the village guard wold break ranks if our Captain were dismissed. The other half are just young inexpirenced men who would end up runnig around like beheaded chickens if there was nolonger any chain of command.

The man suddenly flexed his arm and smiled the feeling was returning slowly and it didn't hurt, just tingled. Still a god's power was a terrifying thing. He wouldn't hold a grudge with the physician. He was a healer and he took his oaths to Apollo seriously. Sosilus took his oaths to Athena seriously. He was not able to becoem a priestess because he was not a woman, but the beautiful and intelligent goddess has his devotion none the less.

Xena noticed the man wiggling the fingers of his slinged arm. and Sosilus smirked, "I got a taste of Apollo's power this morning when our captain sent us to fetch your friend."

Xena frowned. The man waved his good hand, "No hard feelings. I was following orders..."

Xena understood the need to follow orders but she did not like it when orders went out against her friends.

"Where's your Captain?" She asked.

"He's outside talking to those men from the mountains. They've been coming here to buy supplies for probably ten years with no incident. Captain Eos really didn't wish for this to come to blows, but if they are going to kidnap people then we can't have them attacking us either."

Xena had to agree with Sosilus. the best solution was a peacful one, but she was not going to allow these men to reclaim her friend.

"Joxer is in no shape to be moved right now. He is out of danger and I do not plan on allowing that to change any time soon," The woman was resloute, "Short of that I am willing to do anything."

Autolycus nervously aproached the door not wanting to get shocked like that guard had. He touched the door and pushed it open no blast of godly powers... Peeking in, he saw a woman and two small children were gathered around a third child sat on the same table Joxer had been treated on he was crying loudly and holding his arm at an odd angle. The Woman looked distraught and exhausted and the other two children were arguing about some game they had been playing.

Phidias had his back turned to them all gathering supplies.

"Sorry, you'll have to wait..." He turned holding a roll of cloth, "Oh its you." He frowned. Even if Phidias realized Auto was not Joxer's abusive boyfriend he still didn't like him. He had grown fond of the young man in his care what little chance they had had to speak was enlighteing and enjoyable.

"He's sleeping and I'd appriciate if you allowed him to rest. I have a broken arm I have to take care of...Actually I think you could help me. I need to set the child's arm." The physician looked to the woman and her children, "Maera if you would not mind taking your boys outside they can play in the side yard."

"Oh..ok," she sniffed and herded two of her brats out, "One had been pinching the other while he was getting his tan locks harshly pulled." The doctor shook his head at the young mother.

Auto looked at the boy sitting at the table. The child looked terrified. He tried on his best disarming smile, "Hello."

"Hi," the boy mumbled shrinking in and cringing as the bones in his arm ground together at the break. More tears squeezed out of his eyes.

"My name's Autolycus, what's yours?" Auto asked in a kind and subdued voice.

"Circe," The child answered with two fat tears rolling down her each cheek. Not a boy but a tomboy...Auto smiled reassuringly. He set his bag of fruit on the table away from them. He noticed the blood staines from earlier and nudged the bag further away from them.

"That's a bad break, Circe," The thief said and asked, "Wanna talk about it?"

The boyish child nodded and frowned, "Crios dared me to climb the big olive tree in our yard." She sniffed back more tears, "He's mean and he makes fun of me. Papa didn't want any girls so I try hard to make him proud." She puffed her little chest out, "I can do anything Crios and Cylon can." Auto assumed that those two boys out in the yard were Crios and Cylon. The girl frowned at him and choked back another sniffle, "They're stupid! They said I couldn't get to the top branch." He noticed an olive branch in her uninjured hand clutched tight.

"But you showed them didn't you?" He smiled fondly.

She nodded very proud as she twirled the tiny sprig that had come from the top most branch of their olive tree.

"Don't listen to your brothers, you keep trying and you can do anything," He indulged the injured girl. Then he frowned, "Maybe though for the time being you should stay out of olive trees?"

The child bowed her head seriously.

Phidias watched this. He still didn't like Auto, but he had the child calmed down quite a bit.

"Circe," He spoke up, "I'm going to have to set the bones in your arm. Its going to hurt but I know you're a brave girl."

She nodded determinedly, feeling better inside even if her arm still hurt very very much.

"I'm going to have Auto brace you. I promise to make this as quick as possible," Phidias looked to the thief, "Hold her arm right here. I need to pull her forearm. It is a delicate procedure and I need her still. If she moves we could make it worse. Circe please be as still as you can. I promise that we will fix your arm up."

Auto had the child's upper arm firmly gripped just above the elbow and his other was on her back rubbing reassuring circles. The healer slowly manevured the bent forearm. The child began to shake. Soon she was screaming for the doctor to stop. Auto wanted to let go and make him stop hurting her but he knew she would have to get through this. In a matter of seconds he was done and fixing a splint around the break.

The child was shaking so hard and moaning that Auto worried she would faint, but she managed to stay awake even if her body slacked under their hold.

"You can relax," The healer told the thief. Auto released her small arm. Phidias was already fiting her with a sling. Auto had an idea and grbbed the sack of fruit.

He fished out a date, "There's a brave girl. Would you like a date? I think you earned it for holding so still and listening to the healer."

The child was swipping at her eyes with a shakily hand, nearly poking herself with the twig she had clutched tight. She looked at the date offered to her and managed a big grin as she took the fruit. The girl looked to her twig and back at the man. She held the olive twig out to the man and smiled. "You can have my branch."

Auto chuckled and indulged the child taking the small twig. "Thank you. You know they say olive branches are a sign of friendship."

Circe beamed and nodded.

"Thank you very much friend Circe," Auto tucked the twig behind his ear and gave his most charming smile.

"Thanks you Autolycus," The girl grinned.

"Ok," Phidias gently ruffed her head and helped her off the table, "Lets go find your Mother, Circe."

"Well that was an expirence," Auto mumbled to himself as he headed to the back room. He wanted to see Joxer. Even if he was asleep Auto could watch him. He saw the blonde bard sitting with Joxer and groaned. Hopefully she wouldn't be in the mood to talk.

"Hello Autolycus," She looked up and greeted in a whisper. She had a parchment balanced on her knees and a quill scratching across the surface. Looking back to her writting she continued, "Where's Xena? You two were both gone when I woke up. Phidais didn't know when I asked him. I assumed you were both stretching your legs or something but its been a while."

"Yeah," The man uttered back under his breath looking to the convalescing man, "Xena said she needed to check something. Auto dug into the bag and took a dried apricot. He settled the bag next to the woman, "I don't know what's going on. She sent some fruit with me when we met...if your hungry. Gabrielle nodded thankfully, "I'm starved." she dug out an apple and took a big bite. Her face scrunched up and the man nearly gafawed.

"I forgot to warn you about the apples, sour as limes," Auto managed to hold in his laughter. Joxer stirred in his sleep and the two looked to him. He mumbled and smiled before settling down. Gabrielle made a face at him then dug in to bag looking for somethign else. Finding three dates left she took one to temper the tartness of the apple.

"We could cook the apples," Auto suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea..." The woman stood up, "I'm not getting very far in my writting and I need to stretch so I'll see if I cant whip something up...Were there any currents or figs?

"Just what's in the bag," Auto shrugged.

He swooped in and took Gabrielle's place by the sleeping man. Once she was gone he took the unburned hand in his and kissed it. "What have you done to me you silly man?" He uttered. Joxer sighed and snuggled into the soft bedding. Under the cover of the blankets Joxer felt an ache unlike he ever had. His hips felt sore like he's been riding a horse for ages and his stomach was cramping. His brow furrowed.

He felt a warm calloused hand resting on his smooth skin and moaned.

"Joxer?" The voice brought him back from his dreamless sleep.

"Auto?" He cracked his heavy eyes open.

"Are you alright?" The thief slipped his hand under Joxer's head.

"I'm sore...and I have some cramps," Joxer rested his burnt hand right on his misection and winced.

"I'm getting the healer," Auto slipped away.

"Joxer grunted and felt a hot flush between his legs. He blushed brightly. He was certain he hadn't peed but there was a definite warm wet sensation between his thighs," He wanted to throw the blanket off and look, or get out of bed and go wash. He felt the fluid clinging to his legs making them sticky.

"What's wrong?" the healer rushed in looking Joxer over. He did what joxer had wanted and dreaded throwing the blanket off him. He heard Auto and Gabrielle both gasp as they followed the doctor back into the room.

The healer was looking at the mess, blood spreading out below Joxer and on his legs. it was thick and clotted. He looked to the bandage on the man's stomach. There was no blood trail. It wasn't coming from his belly...Joxer's color was still good...but the blood was coming from inside...He hated to do this but he had to check.

"Please give us privacy...I have a feeling that Joxer wouldn't want you watchign what I'm about to do," Phidais ordered.

"What are you going to do?" Joxer asked in a highpitched voice.

"I need to examine you..." The doctor said.

"I'll stay," Auto said resloutely.

"I-I was fixing some lunch...I'll get back to that," Gabrielle looked concerned but also beet red from embarassment.

"Fine," The doctor said. He gently spread Joxer's legs.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Joxer said.

"No," The doctor said, "Hold still I don't want to hurt you."

Auto was standing staring at the doctor who was palpatating Joxer's lower belly. Joxer grunted and blushed when the touches got too close to his privates. His cock stirred a bit and the closed his eyes grabbing for something to cover his face with. He felt cool hands on his penis and balls lifting them and a finger probing his ass. Joxer yelped and tried to scramble away.

"Lie still Joxer...You are bleeding and I need to check if there is a tear in your anus," Phidais growled in frustration. His puckered hole was tight and clenched. There was no external evidence of rape, but he had to be certain Joxer had not been abused.

Joxer felt the finger slowly enter and his cock jumped. He threw his head back and whimpered.

Auto watched in shocked confusion.

Phidias's finger slipped past the ring of muscle and though he had not examined many men for rape he knew somethign felt off. The rectum felt slick inside and just off...it actually felt more like he was examining a woman's cervix. It felt hot and wet, the canal clung to his finger. Phidais felt a bit of a shamful excitment. He willed himself not to begin stroking Joxer's dick. Phidais accidentally brushed Joxer's prostate. The hapless man being examined bucked into the doctor's hand cumming.

Joxer for his part was a shaking mess of pleasure mixed with extreme humiltation and severe stomach cramps. Then Joxer felt the flood coming. Clear liquid mixed with a pinkish tinge of blood washed out around the doctor's finger still deep in his ass. What ever that had been his body had throughly enjoyed it as the euphoria overrode his physical pain for a few seconds. Joxer moaned like a whore as his body lit up in orgasm.

"What in tartarus did you just do?" Auto seemed to snap out of his stupor. He had just watched the healer make Joxer orgasm while examining him. The thief had never seen something so bizzare yet arousing in his life. He wondered if it wold feel as good with his dick surrounded by Joxer's tight passage as it...what did it just do. If he didn't know anybetter he would have said Joxer had just cum like a woman would.

"That...that was not normal," Phidais uttered. Slowly he removed his finger from Joxer's rectum.

Joxer was shivering and sweating and had his hands over his face. He had just cum into a doctor's hand, and whatever that was with his backside...He was scared. As the doctor had said. That was not normal.

Phidias prayed to his god for guidance. This was nothign he had ever seen. He looked at his soiled hands and at Joxer. Shame washed over him and he noticed tears rolling down the man's cheeks.

"I'm sorry...Did I hurt you?" Phidias asked gently.

"I...I don't know...I feel strange," Joxer managed.

"I'm going to clean my hands," Phidais stood up and looked down at the skinny man. It was a strange sight. He looked like food godsent to a starving man, but he had to restrain himself. As tasty as he looked, even covered in blood and cum, Joxer was not a peice of meat.

Auto came over to him grabbing the soiled blanket and covering his friend until they could wash him up. He took Joxer's good hand.

"I'm afraid," Joxer whispered. He looked confused and vulnerable.

Auto couldn't restrain himself any longer. He pressed his lips to Joxer's cheek, "Shhh, You're going to be fine. We'll figure out what's going on."

"I feel disgusting," He whimpered, "Please don't tell Gabby or Xena. I couldn't...They already look down at me as it is."

Autolycus stroked his hair back it was slick with sweat. He felt hot but not feverish hot. Auto kissed his forehead, "I promise. I won't say anythign to them."

"Why are you being so nice?" Joxer asked suddenly looking serious, "I mean nobody likes me. I think Xena has some kind of code of honor thing that she has to put up with me. I think it might be some sort of self punishment she's inflicting...you know to make up for hare past..."

"Don't talk like that. I think the girls are both very fond of you. I mean the Xena came all the way to fetch me to save you and Gabby took care of your wound when I was panicking," Auto heard a small chuckle come from Joxer.

"You panicked?" Joxer shook his head, "I don't beleive it. You're always so on top of things."

Oh Auto would like to be on top of something...or rather someone, but that someone was still shaking and he could feel the man's chest flutter with anxious breaths.

They sat there for about a qurter of an hour. Phidais walked back in carrying a bucket of steaming water.

"I suppose you would appriciate a bath Joxer," The healer's face was suspicously pink.

"Um...Could I try and bathe myself?" Joxer asked.

"I'm afraid you might tear out your stitches if you sit up..." The doctor said.

"Can I try please?" Joxer gave a very puppyish look at the man. His eyes were big and dewy form fresh tears.

"Ok," Even Phadias wasn't immune to Joxer's puppy face.

Auto and the healer helped Joxer up.

"Lets bring him to my wash tub," They headed out the back to a small room beside the Bedroom. The windows were high letting in light but keeping privacy. The blanket slipped off Joxer's sholders. Ignoring the vibrant red staining Joxer's ass and thighs both men traced the contours of Joxer's body. It had to be their imagination. Joxer's hips curved ever so slightly and his belly seemed slightly fuller and plump. He looked like a ripe peach waiting to be picked and devoured.

"Let me have a look at your stitches before we get you in the tub. Just to be safe," Joxer felt the cool metal of a set of shears snipping through the cloth wrapped around his waist. The bandage was removed. It was dry and clean. Quite surprising. The doctor looked surprised at how well the long cut looked, "Impossible...this is...this can't be the same cut from a few hours ago. It looks weeks old! He prodded it gently. Joxer winced but didn't cry out, "At this rate we could have you out of those stiches by tomorrow....still I'd like to wait and see." He wondered if Apollo had blessed the man sith fast healing, but turned his attention to the matter at hand.

Joxer was lowered into the tub and Phidais slowly poured the hot water around the man, careful not to wet the stitches on Joxer's belly. Joxer winced as the hot water hit his aching skin. It was barely tollerable, "Hot."

"Fetch more water will you?" The healer looked to Auto sternly.

Auto grumped under his breath but he went. Only for Joxer not for that stuck up healer. He came back with a busket of cool water and added it. He went back for three more buckets. Joxer washed in thetepid water, scrubbing between his legs and ass cheeks.

"The water was tinged with the bood," Phidais wondered the scent and texture of the blood seemed a lot like a woman's monthly bleeding. He shook his head in wonder. Joxer wasa a wonder. He seemed fit except for the fading bruises and the injury to his hand.

Joxer suddenly stood, surprising the other men.

"Careful," Phidais warned.

Joxer smiled, "Its ok my stomach still hurts and I feel crampy but I really feel a lot better otherwise." He began to step ouf of the tub. He gracelessly tripped over the edge, but Phidais and Auto each caught one of his arms and helped him out of the wash tub.

Both men grabbed for the clean towel. Phidais was closer and snatched it away. Joxer dried himself with a little help.

"You look good," The man admitted as he ran the towel over Joxer's slender back and firm ass.

Auto pouted and watched as the doctor got to touch Joxer. Joxer seemed more interested in drying himself than noticing the thick atmosphere of Jealousy. Suddenly Joxer's stomach rumbled and he felt a new pain in his belly. One easliy fixed with a good meal. Auto smiled and shook his head inspite of the Jealousy boiling inside him.
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