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The Training of Simon Tam	By : Kiana Category: 1 through F > Firefly Views: 1699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Training of Simon Tam
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The Training of
Simon Tam

For all his time in med school, he
spent very little time in the morgue.�
He spent even less time in the one in France.� Simon just never really liked working with the dead.� That was why he was becoming a doctor, in
fact: so there were would be fewer dead to work with.� But his mentor had sent him down to get some supplies that were
kept down in the morbid depths of the morgue for a class later in the day, and
now he was lost.�
�� Simon Tam
was a genius, or that was what everyone told him.� Top of his class and now on an accelerated track in med school,
he was set to finish in record time.�
All he knew about his knack for medicine was that the human body just
spoke to him; it made sense.� Thus he
was taking some extra time from his studies, against his parents� wishes, and
was living in France for a year to shadow one of the foremost trauma surgeons
in the world.�
�� Right then,
however, he was lost in the morgue of the hospital and entranced by an
amazingly detailed pencil drawing of a human hand.� It was like looking at flesh, soft and supple.� He could almost feel the skin under his
fingertips; feel the warmth, the blood moving in the veins.� With a drawing so lifelike it felt out of
place in the realm of death.��
�� Qu�est-ce
que tu fais?�[1]� The commanding voice startled him from his
thoughts.� The one thing that held Simon
back in France was his inability to pick up French to any degree.� He was utterly hopeless when it came to the
language, much to his frustration and the amusement of his peers and teachers.
�� Spinning
around quickly, he stumbled over his words. �I, uh, um� I�m looking for�� He
stopped, losing his train of thought as he caught the eye of the man watching
him.� He was tall and thin, his brown
hair swept back.� Sparkling blue eyes
seemed to be laughing softly at Simon, while a smirk twitched at the corners of
his full lips.�
�� A brow
arched up in amusement before he said, �Ah, you must be the infamous Simon
Tam.� Your lack of French has become
legend already.�� The softly accented
voice wove around Simon and curled into his belly, sinking into a pool of
searing heat.
�� A blush
raced across his cheeks, �Yes, a true legend at that.� It seems that no matter what I try, French just doesn�t stick in
my brain.�� The man in front of him
smiled again and Simon�s breath caught.�
That soft smile teamed with the warmth already swirling around his belly
made Simon very aware of the attractive man in front of him, even a certain
part of his anatomy was beginning to stir in awareness.� His blush deepened as he tried to fight off
the growing erection.� Simon wasn�t sure
why this was happening, he had always been attracted to girls, but there was
something about the man there in the morgue that gripped at him.� It was like he was being woven into a spell
of sensually spoken words and devilish smirks.�
�� Perhaps it
is just that you haven�t had the proper training?� The words were spoken with a
seductive tone that made his cock go from maybe-interested to rock hard in
moments, the inflection of training wrapping around him and almost
bringing him to his knees.� Simon felt
his breath leave him in a sudden rush as if he had been punched in the
stomach.�
�� Ah, but I
have not yet introduced myself.� How
remiss of my manners.�� A knowing grin lit
his eyes. �I�m Hannibal Lector.�
�� All Simon
could do was emit a high squeak and nod before he was racing for the door.� Behind him, he heard deep chuckles follow
him out the door that only made his cock harder.� The door to the restroom was there beside him and he careened in,
desperate and needy.� Rushing to a
stall, he didn�t even close the door before he was unzipping his trousers and
pulling his cock free.� Simon couldn�t
remember the last time he�d been that hard.�
He thought it must have been with the girl who had spanked him once
during foreplay when he was still in his undergraduate program.� At that thought, an image sprang to mind of
him over Hannibal�s knee, his pants around his ankles and hands tied behind his
back.� His knees almost gave out on him
as he finally wrapped a hand around his cock and softly squeezed.� The picture in his mind evolved, Simon
completely naked while Hannibal was fully clothed and perfectly immaculate.� The same girl who had spanked him had
talking about plugs that some men used that stretched and made one feel
deliciously full.� Simon�s fantasy self
was writhing over Hannibal�s knees, one such plug filling him up, making needy,
helpless moans.��
�� Just as the
imagined Hannibal was going to bring a hand down on his upturned ass, Simon
felt heat at his back and a hand wrapping around his own, holding his
cock.� A gasp tore from his throat as
the hand over his squeezed tight at that base, staying his orgasm.� Another hand pulled his fingers off of his
cock and twisted his hand back and up.�
His other wrist was corralled behind him as well, held tight in the grip
of one large hand.
�� The rumble
of the voice hit his senses before the meaning of the words.� �You, Monsieur Tam, are not allowed
to come until I tell you to.� And you
will not be told to until you correctly complete your French assignment.� If you come before that you will be
punished.�� Simon heard a whimper and
realized that it had come from his own throat, high and needy.� �Oui, Monsieur Tam?�
�� Yes!� he
gasped out before flinching as the free hand smacked his flank.
�� In French,
Monsieur Tam.�
�� Oui!�
he moaned.�
�� The hand
wrapped around his cock again and began to firmly stroke him, �Good, Monsieur
Tam.� Very good.� You will learn yet, and you will learn well.�� A finger reached out and swiped over the
drooling head of Simon�s cock, and that was all that took.� Simon came violently.� The hand continued to stroke him until his
cock was spent and began to soften.�
Simon felt the edges of his vision begin to go black at the intensity of
the orgasm.� �Now you are mine,� he
heard just before he passed out.� All he
could mutter was �Oui.��

[1] Translation:
What are you doing?
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