BV1: Danger and Delight Grown on One Stalk
Original Prompt: Thanks to HeroTv Forum verse, I'm shipping these two hard! I want to get it out of the way by first thanking the writer!anon for writing these two beautifully! ILUVU!
*ahem* So the prompt is Yuri and Ivan are roleplaying a rape scene where "NO", "Don't" and "Stop" is part of the sex act. Like for any BDSM couple, a safe word is given to Ivan in case Yuri goes too far- which he will! But unfortunately, Ivan forgot the safe word and starts shouting random things much to Yuri's bewilderement. Aaaaaand... Ivan does something that freaks Yuri out!
Let your imagination run wild, anons!
Ps: I'm issuing a challenge here. Try to make it funny in a scary way, because its a very dangerous game they're playing here. Accept challenge?
Ivan felt like a cat that was about to be thrown over a bridge; bagged, paws tied, unable to see a thing.
Well, that was the mental image, at least. That was what he assumed he had to look like because currently, his hands were tied behind his back and he was laying on his stomach, unable to move an inch. His ankles were strapped to the corners of the... bed? Table? It felt harder and colder than a bed and wasn’t very comfortable, so it had to be one of those contraptions that people used for intense bdsm or for... surgery.
Didn’t they put people on their stomach to remove their kidneys? Or was that the thing where they put someone in an ice bath?
Ivan woke up thinking that he knew where he was but that was quickly being replaced by the worry that he wasn’t actually being held under the appreciative, dominating gaze of his new friend-in-bondage.
Words failed him entirely. It didn’t help that there was a gag in his mouth, but really, words failed him for what was going on. For starters, this all began with that offline meet. It was shocking enough to learn who stophavingfun was, but even more surprising to know that he, a state judge was into hardcore bondage. Ivan never thought he’d personally be into anything like that, but when Yuri asked, he was just like, yeah, sure, whatever.
That wasn’t a “yes”, but it apparently wasn’t enough of a “no” to keep him from getting tied to a table.
So was he going to fuck him? What exactly was he waiting for? Ivan was definitely naked and his cock was pressed rather uncomfortably between his legs against the cold metal table. He was exposed enough that he feared for the safety of his delicate parts, but he was also starting to worry about breathing. Calm just a few minutes ago, his heart was starting to beat harder despite himself and the gag in his mouth was making it difficult to breathe.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear anyone. There was warmth along his back, probably from some kind of overhead light, which wasn’t helping the image in his mind of an operation room. The warm light combined with the cool metal beneath him was making him break out in a cold sweat and if he wasn’t careful, he worried what would happen if he got sick.
He really wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing. Neither was Yuri, by the looks of it. If he was so into it that he had a room dedicated to it, then he really had to learn more about what it meant to be a good master. Not that Ivan had ever experienced anything of the nature before... But seeing enough porn told him that this was something that had to be enjoyed consensually, even if some people liked to add the illusion of non-consent.
The alternative here was that he was being held by someone who wanted to cut out his kidneys and sell them for big cash. Swell.
He really had no idea of how long he would be laying there unless he could hear some movement.
Footsteps...?
No, he was hearing things... and/or going crazy.
His shoulders really ached.
“Have you missed me?” a familiar voice asked, right next to his ear.
Ivan jerked and the accompanying sounds he made were muffled by the gag. Thankfully, it was removed and he was able to suck in a few good mouthfuls of air. His heart was not prepared for that. Had he heard footsteps before? That really wasn’t funny to just show up right next to a person, especially when they couldn’t see, but his captor was laughing mercilessly nonetheless. By the sound of it, Yuri was having himself a lot of fun. “Don’t use the Lunatic voice. Seriously, you just scared the shit out of me. I’ll probably have nightmares forever now.”
“Oh, you’re no fun,” he replied.
“So? The hell is this? Are we somewhere in your bondage cave?”
Blessedly gentle, cool fingers slid between his shoulder blades and down his back. Despite himself, Ivan shivered and raised himself up to try to capture more of that touch. Were Yuri’s fingers always that cold? It felt pretty nice.
“You’re really easy to manipulate.”
Ivan pressed his head into the table and tried to still his shoulders. “Stop it, you aren’t supposed to say that to the person you’re-”
“You’re really easy to manipulate. Look where I have you. Do you remember how you got here?”
“No,” he said, trying his hardest to remember that part still, “and honestly, that’s really creepy. I didn’t consent to this, did I?”
“Would you?”
Well, if they were talking about whether he would or not, Ivan had to wonder if he had consented already before he got knocked out or whatever. It was very possible that he had already given him the go-ahead and that he just couldn’t remember it. Had there even been a safe-word mentioned here? The last thing he could remember was being at his own house in his own room and he didn’t even remember when he went to see Yuri. His head felt clouded, but it didn’t hurt, so he doubted that he had used force to knock him out. Still, with as much memory loss as Ivan was suffering, he had to imagine that Yuri had used some sort of sedative on him. Would you need a sedative for a person who was willing?
“So what are we going to do?” he asked, genuinely curious, slightly afraid.
“We? What am I going to do is the question. And I’m not sure, just so you know; haven’t decided yet, so I’m just going to make it up as I go along and find out what you react to best.”
Why did he still sound like that? It sounded enough like Yuri for him to believe it was him, but also so much like Lunatic that it was disturbing. It had the same echo and hollow tone. That wasn't very funny. He couldn't blame Yuri for his taste in heroes (or vigilantes, rather) but that voice was doing something to his head.
“I’d really like it if I could see...”
“And I’d like it if you stopped talking,” he said, popping the gag back into Ivan’s mouth, refastening it just a little tighter at the back of his neck. Ivan only snorted his displeasure, but realized that he couldn’t do much to help his situation. He had already gotten the idea that Yuri was the type who did whatever he wanted. Ivan, strangely, found himself kind of okay with that. As long as what he did didn’t hurt too badly. “First rule,” he said, tapping Ivan on the back of one thigh. “No. Questions. I’m sure you have a lot of them, but I’m the one who asks the questions. You answer with your body.”
Ivan already had a question. Were there more rules? Because when a person says “first rule”, that generally means that there will be more and Ivan really wanted to know what the others were so that he didn’t accidentally break them. Also, what was he supposed to do about a safe-word now?
“I’m wondering what your threshold for pain is, mostly. I have the feeling you haven’t experimented in that before, considering that you were a virgin just last night.”
Well that was reassuring. If he knew that much, then this was definitely Yuri. Unless he was going to get fucked by Lunatic. Ivan enjoyed a minor internal laugh at the ridiculous thought.
He really wished that he had realized sooner that he wouldn’t be having unblindfolded, ungagged sex with Yuri for very long, though. Just look at how easily he had knocked him out and gotten him into his sex lair - the guy was more than eager to get this started. Ivan was sure that he now had many bright days of extremely kinky sex in his future; the likes of which he had only seen before in hentai. As it was turning out, hentai had not prepared him for the real thing.
He really wouldn’t mind more of the kind of sex they had the night before. That was... That was an experience.
Yuri was being very quiet, aside from the clanking Ivan could hear from somewhere off behind him. What was that? His mind tried to conjure all manner of different devices he could be sorting through and he decided that they all sounded bad.
He hadn’t even realized that his shoulders had been shaking again until he felt Yuri’s palm return to the center of his back. His touch was so cold, and so unexpectedly relaxing.
“That works, doesn’t it?”
Ivan didn’t know exactly what he meant, but he breathed a little more calmly through his nose and tried to ignore the dizziness in his head. That seemed easier to do when he had that cold hand on his back. He tried his best to maintain that state of mind while Yuri was grabbing his balls with his other hand. This time, Ivan couldn’t suppress the surprised squeak that came from his throat when he felt him tighten his fist.
The bastard was really just trying to surprise him first. Figured.
But then Ivan realized what was coming next as he felt cold metal touch him and slide securely over his cock and balls. He hadn’t been hard before, but knowing that he had a cock ring around him now made him twitch and he wanted to slap himself for it. This was the part that was going to kill him. When Yuri said he wanted to test his threshold, he really wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t going to hold back at all on their very first shot.
Maybe that worked for other people who were already used to that type of intensity, but Ivan was quivering thinking about what else he could be readying that he couldn’t see.
Something was dragged along his leg from the back of one knee up to his backside. It felt a little soft, but it was firm, whatever it was; small, and maybe attached to something? Ivan didn't have to think too hard about it when he felt the first blow delivered to the back of his knee. That was... an odd spot, he thought. It was obviously a riding crop of some type, but Ivan had expected it to be used on his ass not there.
Then came another few light taps, then some more which hit with varying degrees of intensity that felt to be tolerable overall. None of it seemed too bad, though Ivan still wondered why he was paying attention to such an odd spot when he had his ass right there for the taking. Literally, he was expecting him to fuck him, not gently smack the backs of his knees.
Except the smacks started growing gradually harder as he alternated between his left knee and his right. Oh. He was starting to understand it now. As soon as he imagined what it would be like to stand up, he knew what Yuri was trying to do to him. If he tried to stand or even bend his legs, the burning would be too intense and he would want to lay back down like this. Even the thought of being on his knees sounded painful.
He groaned around the gag, wishing he could tell him to lay up a little, but it appeared that Yuri had his plans for him already set. Though, Ivan supposed that that was alright. Bondage was supposed to be about enduring something painful for the one in his position. If he couldn't handle a little soreness, then what was the point? He would probably just disappoint Yuri...
Wait, he cared? He cared? Ivan didn't know what to think about that feeling just yet; not when Yuri had removed the crop and replaced it with his hands. He wanted to put his own hands over the sore spot. It didn't make sense how that would actually help the pain go away, but Yuri's touch did make it feel a little better... until he went and gave the back of one knee a hard pinch.
The gag in his mouth stifled the sound he made and he had to close his eyes and tried to calm down so his throat wouldn't start rebelling already. He would try to do all that he could to stay in control, but he couldn't help feeling some shame at the way he was getting harder. That was probably understandable, though. The backs of his knees were sensitive and ticklish; it was totally understandable... except he feared for how it would be when he went out next time as Origami Cyclone and couldn't run due to soreness.
Yuri, stop. You know that I'm a hero, so...
No, it was still too early to want him to stop. The city didn't really require too much from him right now anyway. If he stayed in the background just to let his legs recover a little then that would be fine.
The crop returned, stroking gently across his backside. Not that he didn't know what to expect at that moment, but he really wished that Yuri would say something. Maybe he just liked it when the sound of the crop hitting him was the only sound in the room. It was just a small strip of leather and skin was smooth, so it was amazing how the two could create such a loud noise when they collided. In the position he was laying in, his legs didn't hurt too much - yet. He would be reminded of that if Yuri tried to move him, but the attention he was giving his backside was definitely meant to leave a sting no matter what.
One...
Two...
Ivan tried predicting where the crop would land on him next, but it was impossible and it caught him off guard with every strike. At the point that he stopped trying to figure it out, he realized that he was screaming into the gag, making noises he didn't even know he was capable of. By then, there were stinging spots all over that made each renewed blow deliver inescapable pain and he knew that he was nearing the point where he would tell Yuri to stop.
He couldn't, though. Try as he might to form to word “no” or “stop”, the gag in his mouth didn't allow him to form the words and they came out sounding no different from his other cries. Calming himself down was getting difficult when he was finding it painful to breathe, wasting all of his air on the uncontrollable yelps and wails of pain. The crop continued to fall with mounting vigor and Ivan could even hear the way that Yuri breathed harder.
There had to be some kind of signal...
He just couldn't remember it. If he had agreed to this then they must have planned out a word or an action for him to do if it became too much to take, but there was so much missing from his head and the sudden fear that he couldn't do anything was making it worse.
At the point that tears were threatening the corners of his eyes, Yuri stopped.
“You got quiet,” Yuri said finally, idly sliding the end of the crop between Ivan's ass. Ivan hadn't even noticed when he stopped making noises. It felt like he had been that whole time. Maybe he just didn't have a voice anymore to scream with. Or maybe he blacked out again and didn't even know it.
Gentle hands smoothed over his backside and Ivan pressed his forehead into the table, breathing heavily through his nose. A moment later, the hands were gone and he felt Yuri removing the gag for him. His jaw felt sore and he was sure he must have looked like a ridiculous sight, unable to keep back the saliva that rolled down his chin as the rubber ball was removed.
“Breathe for a minute,” he ordered. “I'm not done yet, you know.”
Not done? Ivan wondered if Yuri would notice if he just fell asleep. Could he ignore pain if he were asleep or would it keep him awake? His treatment didn't seem like much in the greater scheme of things when he considered how much more he could bring, but it already felt like enough to make him pass out. Though, maybe it had to do with the lack of oxygen he had been experiencing.
When his brain finally started working again, he realized that this was his time to ask Yuri what he had to do if it got to be too much to take. He opened his mouth.
Yuri put the gag back in it and Ivan made a surprised sound around it, immediately sure that his chance had just been silenced.
He hushed him sweetly and started slowly working out the knot in the rope that bound his wrists together. For that, Ivan was a somewhat glad. The throbbing that came into his arms when he was able to move them again was unpleasant, but if he had the use of his hands, then he could just pull down the gag and-
Really, he should have seen it coming, blindfold or not. Yuri grabbed both of his hands when he saw him reach up for the gag and pinned them at his sides.
“No.”
What-
Ivan didn't question him, just laid still as Yuri continued lower and began untying his ankles from the corners of the table. However, instead of being glad, Ivan knew what this was meaning. Even if his head still felt confused, trying to adjust to a world without sight, he could still see what was going to happen if Yuri was untying him. He wasn't letting him go, he wanted him on his knees.
Come on.
Before his hands could be retied or pulled away again, Ivan quickly reached up and yanked the ball of of his mouth.
“What if I want you to stop?” he asked hurriedly, his tongue numb, but thankfully able to form words.
Yuri laughed, a strangely frightening sound when Ivan couldn't see him. The gag was pressed against his lips again and he sighed, accepting it back into his mouth. “I won't. Don't you remember now?” No, not really. “You surrendered yourself to me.”
That was all? How fantastic.
No, that was no fantastic at all. What was he going to do?
Why... Why was he so hard for this? What the hell had he agreed to?
Yuri put his hands under his arms and lifted him until he could sit at the edge of the table. Even that little bit of movement made Ivan feel the stinging at the backs of his legs and he groaned. His shoulders slumped forward, the change in position confusing his head. His feet searched blindly for the floor until his toes touched it, but even knowing where up was and where down was, he still felt dizzy.
“You're cute when you're confused,” Yuri purred, unexpectedly close to Ivan's ear. “You look so dazed.”
That's because he was. If Yuri would just take the blindfold off then he wouldn't feel so strange, but he really seemed to enjoy seeing him looking abused if that husky tone of voice he had now was any indication. So much for that. And so much for having his hands free. Yuri took both of Ivan's palms and held them together at the wrist, then tied them neatly together until Ivan couldn't do more than link his fingers together.
He sighed, drawing his eyebrows together. At the very least, he would have appreciated it if Yuri would touch him. That must have been the whole point of the cock ring, though.
That asshole.
“Don't be so impatient,” he said, drawing a thumb along Ivan's lower lip, tracing the outline it made around the ball in his mouth. “I haven't forgotten about this.” Ivan gasped as Yuri ran a finger along the underside of his cock and toyed with the tip, rubbing his finger back and forth. “We haven't even gotten to the best part yet.”
Something had to be wrong with him to want it this much. Getting on the floor, spreading out on his knees... It hurt insanely bad now that he switched positions, but he wanted to know. How badly would it hurt if he fucked him like this? That was the plan, wasn't it? He'd been working his way up to this all along, hadn't he? Ivan had been anticipating that move for this long, so he just had to know. That was all.
It couldn't be that bad. The pain in his legs was somehow tolerable now, even if all of his weight was being supported by his knees. It was even okay when Yuri started spanking him, drawing his hand slowly over his backside, then bringing it back for more forceful strikes. There had to be a point where pain just stopped hurting and became something else because Ivan realized that he must have reached it now. His body jerked, trying to move him away from Yuri's touch, but he kept lifting his hips back up, spreading his knees wider, hoping to capture more from him.
Had he known all along that it would be like this? A day ago, hero thing aside, Ivan thought of himself as a relatively normal person who just happened to spend his free time writing sexually explicit fanfiction. Writing about bondage and enjoying it for himself sounded like two totally different, unrelated things... before this.
He was going to have marks on his forehead if he kept pressing his face into the floor like this, but there wasn't anything he could do. The stray strikes that landed at the back of his balls just made him groan and get even harder and now the most painful part was the fact that he couldn't come.
He tried whimpering Yuri's name around the gag to no avail.
He cursed the tears on his face for betraying him.
He cursed his body for confusing him too, for making him want something he hadn't even realized that he wanted.
And Yuri must have known the whole time, from the moment he looked at him. It made him feel pathetic, like it was obvious to other people that he was a mat for stepping on. After he stood up against Lunatic, he thought that he had proven to himself that he could take control, that he wouldn't stand down for anyone, but Yuri still saw that quality in him and he knew how to use it. He embraced it. He wanted it, even.
And Ivan wanted to give it so badly, in a way he hadn't even realized before he'd met him.
There wasn't anything for him to do but groan hopelessly when he felt Yuri press against his entrance. That cool slickness meant that he'd gotten lube from somewhere for himself, but he sure hadn't given any Ivan any forethought. As much as he wanted him to do it now, just to see how it would be, he knew that it couldn't be anything but unpleasant to have him inside him without any preparation.
No matter how loud he screamed, his noises meant nothing for Yuri. They probably only made him harder.
He was paused with his cock nudging against him for far too long. Maybe it was just a few seconds or even a minute, but in Ivan's head it felt like an eternity and he just wanted him to do something. In the quiet space of time, he heard his own quick, frightened whimpers echoing off the walls, felt like he could even hear his own heartbeat through the rushing of blood in his head.
Yuri leaned over his back then and Ivan could tell that he still had his clothes on, just like he did the night before. That had to be a fetish of his or something. Ivan kind of approved. He liked men in suits.
That wasn't what was important, though. The important thing was that Yuri was finally removing the gag and it looked like he was going to let it stay out this time. Ivan weakly rotated his jaw and then spoke as soon as he found it possible.
“Yuri-san,” he gasped, cheek to the floor, “please. Don't.”
“Hmm?” Yuri laid a palm against one of his ass cheeks after he straightened up and rubbed it firmly, bringing the stinging back to life all over again. “Don't what?”
“Don't...” 'Don't enter me like that'? 'Be gentle with me'? This isn't fanfiction, Ivan.
Even though they felt too shameful for his own ears, the words were on his lips, but he didn't get to speak them before Yuri thrust forward and drove his cock inside him. It felt like it was splitting him wide open, going too deep and filling him completely in one go. He didn't make even a sound until Yuri pulled out and thrust back in again, at which point Ivan let out his first unrestrained scream.
But there was that hand at his back, like earlier; so shockingly cool when the rest of him felt like it was on fire. “Please,” he manged to get out when he unclenched his teeth. “Please...” What? Please what?
“Yes?”
“It hurts.”
“I know. Is that all?”
It was absolutely pointless to argue like that against a sadist, wasn't it? Even his tears didn't convince him. He knew he was wearing a blindfold, but they'd soaked through by now, rolling down his face. Every movement of Yuri's hips made his knees ache and his ass sting and it all hurt so bad, but he was still so hard. The controlling hand on his back gave him something else to focus on, but if there was just something else Yuri would do for him... If he even just slowed down a little...
The tears on his face were just the ones he couldn't stop, brought on by his body's own traitorous response, but he felt like crying for real when Yuri's hand suddenly left him.
“Yuri-san...!”
Yuri stopped entirely, his hips stilling against Ivan's. For a second, he wondered if he had done something wrong.
This time, his hand returned and smoothed lovingly over his back and down his side, rubbing gently over Ivan's chest and stomach. It felt so different from the pain that it made his knees feel weak and threatened to make him collapse. With his other hand, Yuri held him by the hip and kept him from falling.
“Does it hurt you that badly?” he asked. “Or do you want me that badly? You're crying for real now. Which is it?”
There wasn't any use in lying or denying the truth. Ivan knew what the answer to that question was as soon as he feared the absence of Yuri's touch.
“I...” He tried to spit it out. “...I can't. It's too embarrassing.”
Another roll of Yuri's hips threatened to make his knees crumble again. His elbows and shoulders felt horribly weak and the hand Yuri had on his hip was the only thing keeping him up at this point.
“Tell me.”
“It's you.” Was that an answer? He kind of forgot the question, but whatever, now his mouth wanted to get it all out of his head. “I want you. I want you to touch me. Please.” He finally let his arms give out and he sunk down onto his elbows, his face bent toward the floor. His breathing was shaky as he fought back his tears and tried to bravely face the fact that he enjoyed it.
He wanted Yuri to abuse him.
“Funny,” Yuri murmured quietly, slipping out of him. Carefully, he arranged Ivan back on the floor into a slightly more comfortable position where the top of him could lay down, his knees folded underneath him. “I didn't know you would forget so much, honestly. I think this was supposed to begin as a rape fantasy, but it turned into something rather different, didn't it?”
“You freaked me out to start with, yes. Uh...” Wow, his thoughts were really not there anymore. He tried to gesture a thumb at the blindfold. “Can I see yet?”
Yuri tugged it down for him and untied the knot at the back of his neck to pull it free. Ivan blinked and wasn't surprised to find himself in the kind of dark bondage cave that he'd expected. “There. I hope you aren't going to ask for anything else. I'm already being generous.”
“Ah... Oh. I was going to ask if you were going to do anything to... You know, prepare me. It hurts if you just go at it like that.”
“That is definitely the idea.” Ivan sighed loudly and tried to turn his neck around to glare at Yuri, but the effort just made his shoulders hurt. “Are you asking me to do that?”
Ivan pounded his head into the floor - not a bright move but... “Yes. I thought I was already saying that!”
“You really need to be more clear.”
”Look who's talking!” he really wanted to shout right back, but then he felt Yuri's fingers returning to him, lightly rubbing cool gel around his entrance. What did they say? There was some kind of saying about how you'll want something more after you've had to endure a lot to receive it. That really seemed to fit at the moment as Ivan's back arched to try to get him to slide his fingers in deeper.
Now that he was a little more aware, it was the best time to ask. “So what was our safe-word anyway?”
Yuri curled his fingers inside him and stroked over the spot that had Ivan pressing his cheek right back into the dusty floor. “Safe-word... We didn't have one. You were gagged, remember?”
“An action then?”
“None.”
How did Yuri know how to find that so well? Why did he have to exploit it like that? It had a knee-jerk kind of reaction that turned Ivan instantly into a... Well, he imagined that he looked like a whore or one of those girls that flash peace signs in doujins when they're getting gangbanged. Five seconds away from giving a peace sign... He knew he had to snap out of it to give that one a response, though. Who didn't have a safe-word?
“We didn't have anything arranged? Are you sure I agreed to this?”
After Yuri's fingers were gone, he could feel him realigning his cock at his entrance. Ivan took a deep breath just in case, but the first new thrust felt considerably better than before. “Like I said before, you're really easy to manipulate... and I'm very convincing.” He gave a hard thrust that drove right into Ivan's prostate and it made Ivan wish that he had his hands free to stroke himself. “You surrendered yourself to me because you trust me.”
“That's...”
That's so hot. What the hell!
No wonder he wanted to be sedated first. If he were caught off guard then he wouldn't have to think about how he was going to be doing one of the most humiliating things he'd ever done. Surrendering himself to him? That sounded like something he would have never been able to follow through with without some other encouragement. He wasn't sure which of them he should thank more; Yuri for giving this to him or his self before sedation for being so clever.
“I don't know what you think, but... I think we might actually be perfect for each other somehow.”
Yuri chuckled and did something that Ivan hadn't been expecting at all. Even though he claimed to have used up all of his generosity points, Yuri reached under him and unclasped the cock ring. Having somehow gone that long without much direct attention to his cock, Yuri's palm around him almost felt like too much and it made him groan loudly. The pain elsewhere had not been forgotten in the least, but now served to bring extra intensity to ever pleasurable sensation.
“You're so cute,” Yuri praised, stroking his fist over him with varying degrees of pressure. “I'll have you know that I was thinking the same thing. I haven't even had to do anything yet. You suggested all of it.”
“H-How much of it...?” he asked because seriously, he didn't remember a thing, least of all that bit of information. “Did I even suggest the-” Ah, that felt... “The part where you hit my knees?”
“I've read your stories, so maybe I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was, but you really have a mind for this kind of thing.”
So I did ask for this! Oh God, what's wrong with me...
That hand around his cock was just getting to be way too much to handle. Combined with the fact that he knew that he was responsible for this whole situation now, he just couldn't take it. He gave himself over to the rough way Yuri stroked him and gave the last shout that his throat was going to be willing to issue and came over his fingers.
“Yuri-san...” he mumbled, his body quivering all over as he came down from his orgasm. He felt so tired then and just laid still as Yuri held his hips and pressed at his throbbing prostate. It was over-stimulation for sure, but something about the rocking motion of his hips made Ivan feel relaxed. He just moaned quietly when he felt Yuri coming inside of him.
The rope around his wrists was untied afterward and he was helped back into a sitting position where he could spread his legs out in front of himself and lay back against Yuri's chest.
“It's kind of dark down here,” he said, getting more creeped out by what could be on the floor in the dark basement now that he was able to think more clearly.
“Are you hungry?” Yuri asked.
“That has nothing to do with how dark it is, but yeah, kind of.”
With strength that Ivan didn't know Yuri was capable of, he was lifted up from the floor into his arms. “I'll go put you somewhere and then I can get you something.”
'Putting him somewhere' made him sound like a thing, but it made Ivan grin the stupidest kind of grin. He didn't have the energy to get wise with him anymore anyway, so he just closed his eyes and let his head fall onto Yuri's shoulder.
“Okay.”
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*ahem* So the prompt is Yuri and Ivan are roleplaying a rape scene where "NO", "Don't" and "Stop" is part of the sex act. Like for any BDSM couple, a safe word is given to Ivan in case Yuri goes too far- which he will! But unfortunately, Ivan forgot the safe word and starts shouting random things much to Yuri's bewilderement. Aaaaaand... Ivan does something that freaks Yuri out!
Let your imagination run wild, anons!
Ps: I'm issuing a challenge here. Try to make it funny in a scary way, because its a very dangerous game they're playing here. Accept challenge?
Ivan felt like a cat that was about to be thrown over a bridge; bagged, paws tied, unable to see a thing.
Well, that was the mental image, at least. That was what he assumed he had to look like because currently, his hands were tied behind his back and he was laying on his stomach, unable to move an inch. His ankles were strapped to the corners of the... bed? Table? It felt harder and colder than a bed and wasn’t very comfortable, so it had to be one of those contraptions that people used for intense bdsm or for... surgery.
Didn’t they put people on their stomach to remove their kidneys? Or was that the thing where they put someone in an ice bath?
Ivan woke up thinking that he knew where he was but that was quickly being replaced by the worry that he wasn’t actually being held under the appreciative, dominating gaze of his new friend-in-bondage.
Words failed him entirely. It didn’t help that there was a gag in his mouth, but really, words failed him for what was going on. For starters, this all began with that offline meet. It was shocking enough to learn who stophavingfun was, but even more surprising to know that he, a state judge was into hardcore bondage. Ivan never thought he’d personally be into anything like that, but when Yuri asked, he was just like, yeah, sure, whatever.
That wasn’t a “yes”, but it apparently wasn’t enough of a “no” to keep him from getting tied to a table.
So was he going to fuck him? What exactly was he waiting for? Ivan was definitely naked and his cock was pressed rather uncomfortably between his legs against the cold metal table. He was exposed enough that he feared for the safety of his delicate parts, but he was also starting to worry about breathing. Calm just a few minutes ago, his heart was starting to beat harder despite himself and the gag in his mouth was making it difficult to breathe.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear anyone. There was warmth along his back, probably from some kind of overhead light, which wasn’t helping the image in his mind of an operation room. The warm light combined with the cool metal beneath him was making him break out in a cold sweat and if he wasn’t careful, he worried what would happen if he got sick.
He really wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing. Neither was Yuri, by the looks of it. If he was so into it that he had a room dedicated to it, then he really had to learn more about what it meant to be a good master. Not that Ivan had ever experienced anything of the nature before... But seeing enough porn told him that this was something that had to be enjoyed consensually, even if some people liked to add the illusion of non-consent.
The alternative here was that he was being held by someone who wanted to cut out his kidneys and sell them for big cash. Swell.
He really had no idea of how long he would be laying there unless he could hear some movement.
Footsteps...?
No, he was hearing things... and/or going crazy.
His shoulders really ached.
“Have you missed me?” a familiar voice asked, right next to his ear.
Ivan jerked and the accompanying sounds he made were muffled by the gag. Thankfully, it was removed and he was able to suck in a few good mouthfuls of air. His heart was not prepared for that. Had he heard footsteps before? That really wasn’t funny to just show up right next to a person, especially when they couldn’t see, but his captor was laughing mercilessly nonetheless. By the sound of it, Yuri was having himself a lot of fun. “Don’t use the Lunatic voice. Seriously, you just scared the shit out of me. I’ll probably have nightmares forever now.”
“Oh, you’re no fun,” he replied.
“So? The hell is this? Are we somewhere in your bondage cave?”
Blessedly gentle, cool fingers slid between his shoulder blades and down his back. Despite himself, Ivan shivered and raised himself up to try to capture more of that touch. Were Yuri’s fingers always that cold? It felt pretty nice.
“You’re really easy to manipulate.”
Ivan pressed his head into the table and tried to still his shoulders. “Stop it, you aren’t supposed to say that to the person you’re-”
“You’re really easy to manipulate. Look where I have you. Do you remember how you got here?”
“No,” he said, trying his hardest to remember that part still, “and honestly, that’s really creepy. I didn’t consent to this, did I?”
“Would you?”
Well, if they were talking about whether he would or not, Ivan had to wonder if he had consented already before he got knocked out or whatever. It was very possible that he had already given him the go-ahead and that he just couldn’t remember it. Had there even been a safe-word mentioned here? The last thing he could remember was being at his own house in his own room and he didn’t even remember when he went to see Yuri. His head felt clouded, but it didn’t hurt, so he doubted that he had used force to knock him out. Still, with as much memory loss as Ivan was suffering, he had to imagine that Yuri had used some sort of sedative on him. Would you need a sedative for a person who was willing?
“So what are we going to do?” he asked, genuinely curious, slightly afraid.
“We? What am I going to do is the question. And I’m not sure, just so you know; haven’t decided yet, so I’m just going to make it up as I go along and find out what you react to best.”
Why did he still sound like that? It sounded enough like Yuri for him to believe it was him, but also so much like Lunatic that it was disturbing. It had the same echo and hollow tone. That wasn't very funny. He couldn't blame Yuri for his taste in heroes (or vigilantes, rather) but that voice was doing something to his head.
“I’d really like it if I could see...”
“And I’d like it if you stopped talking,” he said, popping the gag back into Ivan’s mouth, refastening it just a little tighter at the back of his neck. Ivan only snorted his displeasure, but realized that he couldn’t do much to help his situation. He had already gotten the idea that Yuri was the type who did whatever he wanted. Ivan, strangely, found himself kind of okay with that. As long as what he did didn’t hurt too badly. “First rule,” he said, tapping Ivan on the back of one thigh. “No. Questions. I’m sure you have a lot of them, but I’m the one who asks the questions. You answer with your body.”
Ivan already had a question. Were there more rules? Because when a person says “first rule”, that generally means that there will be more and Ivan really wanted to know what the others were so that he didn’t accidentally break them. Also, what was he supposed to do about a safe-word now?
“I’m wondering what your threshold for pain is, mostly. I have the feeling you haven’t experimented in that before, considering that you were a virgin just last night.”
Well that was reassuring. If he knew that much, then this was definitely Yuri. Unless he was going to get fucked by Lunatic. Ivan enjoyed a minor internal laugh at the ridiculous thought.
He really wished that he had realized sooner that he wouldn’t be having unblindfolded, ungagged sex with Yuri for very long, though. Just look at how easily he had knocked him out and gotten him into his sex lair - the guy was more than eager to get this started. Ivan was sure that he now had many bright days of extremely kinky sex in his future; the likes of which he had only seen before in hentai. As it was turning out, hentai had not prepared him for the real thing.
He really wouldn’t mind more of the kind of sex they had the night before. That was... That was an experience.
Yuri was being very quiet, aside from the clanking Ivan could hear from somewhere off behind him. What was that? His mind tried to conjure all manner of different devices he could be sorting through and he decided that they all sounded bad.
He hadn’t even realized that his shoulders had been shaking again until he felt Yuri’s palm return to the center of his back. His touch was so cold, and so unexpectedly relaxing.
“That works, doesn’t it?”
Ivan didn’t know exactly what he meant, but he breathed a little more calmly through his nose and tried to ignore the dizziness in his head. That seemed easier to do when he had that cold hand on his back. He tried his best to maintain that state of mind while Yuri was grabbing his balls with his other hand. This time, Ivan couldn’t suppress the surprised squeak that came from his throat when he felt him tighten his fist.
The bastard was really just trying to surprise him first. Figured.
But then Ivan realized what was coming next as he felt cold metal touch him and slide securely over his cock and balls. He hadn’t been hard before, but knowing that he had a cock ring around him now made him twitch and he wanted to slap himself for it. This was the part that was going to kill him. When Yuri said he wanted to test his threshold, he really wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t going to hold back at all on their very first shot.
Maybe that worked for other people who were already used to that type of intensity, but Ivan was quivering thinking about what else he could be readying that he couldn’t see.
Something was dragged along his leg from the back of one knee up to his backside. It felt a little soft, but it was firm, whatever it was; small, and maybe attached to something? Ivan didn't have to think too hard about it when he felt the first blow delivered to the back of his knee. That was... an odd spot, he thought. It was obviously a riding crop of some type, but Ivan had expected it to be used on his ass not there.
Then came another few light taps, then some more which hit with varying degrees of intensity that felt to be tolerable overall. None of it seemed too bad, though Ivan still wondered why he was paying attention to such an odd spot when he had his ass right there for the taking. Literally, he was expecting him to fuck him, not gently smack the backs of his knees.
Except the smacks started growing gradually harder as he alternated between his left knee and his right. Oh. He was starting to understand it now. As soon as he imagined what it would be like to stand up, he knew what Yuri was trying to do to him. If he tried to stand or even bend his legs, the burning would be too intense and he would want to lay back down like this. Even the thought of being on his knees sounded painful.
He groaned around the gag, wishing he could tell him to lay up a little, but it appeared that Yuri had his plans for him already set. Though, Ivan supposed that that was alright. Bondage was supposed to be about enduring something painful for the one in his position. If he couldn't handle a little soreness, then what was the point? He would probably just disappoint Yuri...
Wait, he cared? He cared? Ivan didn't know what to think about that feeling just yet; not when Yuri had removed the crop and replaced it with his hands. He wanted to put his own hands over the sore spot. It didn't make sense how that would actually help the pain go away, but Yuri's touch did make it feel a little better... until he went and gave the back of one knee a hard pinch.
The gag in his mouth stifled the sound he made and he had to close his eyes and tried to calm down so his throat wouldn't start rebelling already. He would try to do all that he could to stay in control, but he couldn't help feeling some shame at the way he was getting harder. That was probably understandable, though. The backs of his knees were sensitive and ticklish; it was totally understandable... except he feared for how it would be when he went out next time as Origami Cyclone and couldn't run due to soreness.
Yuri, stop. You know that I'm a hero, so...
No, it was still too early to want him to stop. The city didn't really require too much from him right now anyway. If he stayed in the background just to let his legs recover a little then that would be fine.
The crop returned, stroking gently across his backside. Not that he didn't know what to expect at that moment, but he really wished that Yuri would say something. Maybe he just liked it when the sound of the crop hitting him was the only sound in the room. It was just a small strip of leather and skin was smooth, so it was amazing how the two could create such a loud noise when they collided. In the position he was laying in, his legs didn't hurt too much - yet. He would be reminded of that if Yuri tried to move him, but the attention he was giving his backside was definitely meant to leave a sting no matter what.
One...
Two...
Ivan tried predicting where the crop would land on him next, but it was impossible and it caught him off guard with every strike. At the point that he stopped trying to figure it out, he realized that he was screaming into the gag, making noises he didn't even know he was capable of. By then, there were stinging spots all over that made each renewed blow deliver inescapable pain and he knew that he was nearing the point where he would tell Yuri to stop.
He couldn't, though. Try as he might to form to word “no” or “stop”, the gag in his mouth didn't allow him to form the words and they came out sounding no different from his other cries. Calming himself down was getting difficult when he was finding it painful to breathe, wasting all of his air on the uncontrollable yelps and wails of pain. The crop continued to fall with mounting vigor and Ivan could even hear the way that Yuri breathed harder.
There had to be some kind of signal...
He just couldn't remember it. If he had agreed to this then they must have planned out a word or an action for him to do if it became too much to take, but there was so much missing from his head and the sudden fear that he couldn't do anything was making it worse.
At the point that tears were threatening the corners of his eyes, Yuri stopped.
“You got quiet,” Yuri said finally, idly sliding the end of the crop between Ivan's ass. Ivan hadn't even noticed when he stopped making noises. It felt like he had been that whole time. Maybe he just didn't have a voice anymore to scream with. Or maybe he blacked out again and didn't even know it.
Gentle hands smoothed over his backside and Ivan pressed his forehead into the table, breathing heavily through his nose. A moment later, the hands were gone and he felt Yuri removing the gag for him. His jaw felt sore and he was sure he must have looked like a ridiculous sight, unable to keep back the saliva that rolled down his chin as the rubber ball was removed.
“Breathe for a minute,” he ordered. “I'm not done yet, you know.”
Not done? Ivan wondered if Yuri would notice if he just fell asleep. Could he ignore pain if he were asleep or would it keep him awake? His treatment didn't seem like much in the greater scheme of things when he considered how much more he could bring, but it already felt like enough to make him pass out. Though, maybe it had to do with the lack of oxygen he had been experiencing.
When his brain finally started working again, he realized that this was his time to ask Yuri what he had to do if it got to be too much to take. He opened his mouth.
Yuri put the gag back in it and Ivan made a surprised sound around it, immediately sure that his chance had just been silenced.
He hushed him sweetly and started slowly working out the knot in the rope that bound his wrists together. For that, Ivan was a somewhat glad. The throbbing that came into his arms when he was able to move them again was unpleasant, but if he had the use of his hands, then he could just pull down the gag and-
Really, he should have seen it coming, blindfold or not. Yuri grabbed both of his hands when he saw him reach up for the gag and pinned them at his sides.
“No.”
What-
Ivan didn't question him, just laid still as Yuri continued lower and began untying his ankles from the corners of the table. However, instead of being glad, Ivan knew what this was meaning. Even if his head still felt confused, trying to adjust to a world without sight, he could still see what was going to happen if Yuri was untying him. He wasn't letting him go, he wanted him on his knees.
Come on.
Before his hands could be retied or pulled away again, Ivan quickly reached up and yanked the ball of of his mouth.
“What if I want you to stop?” he asked hurriedly, his tongue numb, but thankfully able to form words.
Yuri laughed, a strangely frightening sound when Ivan couldn't see him. The gag was pressed against his lips again and he sighed, accepting it back into his mouth. “I won't. Don't you remember now?” No, not really. “You surrendered yourself to me.”
That was all? How fantastic.
No, that was no fantastic at all. What was he going to do?
Why... Why was he so hard for this? What the hell had he agreed to?
Yuri put his hands under his arms and lifted him until he could sit at the edge of the table. Even that little bit of movement made Ivan feel the stinging at the backs of his legs and he groaned. His shoulders slumped forward, the change in position confusing his head. His feet searched blindly for the floor until his toes touched it, but even knowing where up was and where down was, he still felt dizzy.
“You're cute when you're confused,” Yuri purred, unexpectedly close to Ivan's ear. “You look so dazed.”
That's because he was. If Yuri would just take the blindfold off then he wouldn't feel so strange, but he really seemed to enjoy seeing him looking abused if that husky tone of voice he had now was any indication. So much for that. And so much for having his hands free. Yuri took both of Ivan's palms and held them together at the wrist, then tied them neatly together until Ivan couldn't do more than link his fingers together.
He sighed, drawing his eyebrows together. At the very least, he would have appreciated it if Yuri would touch him. That must have been the whole point of the cock ring, though.
That asshole.
“Don't be so impatient,” he said, drawing a thumb along Ivan's lower lip, tracing the outline it made around the ball in his mouth. “I haven't forgotten about this.” Ivan gasped as Yuri ran a finger along the underside of his cock and toyed with the tip, rubbing his finger back and forth. “We haven't even gotten to the best part yet.”
Something had to be wrong with him to want it this much. Getting on the floor, spreading out on his knees... It hurt insanely bad now that he switched positions, but he wanted to know. How badly would it hurt if he fucked him like this? That was the plan, wasn't it? He'd been working his way up to this all along, hadn't he? Ivan had been anticipating that move for this long, so he just had to know. That was all.
It couldn't be that bad. The pain in his legs was somehow tolerable now, even if all of his weight was being supported by his knees. It was even okay when Yuri started spanking him, drawing his hand slowly over his backside, then bringing it back for more forceful strikes. There had to be a point where pain just stopped hurting and became something else because Ivan realized that he must have reached it now. His body jerked, trying to move him away from Yuri's touch, but he kept lifting his hips back up, spreading his knees wider, hoping to capture more from him.
Had he known all along that it would be like this? A day ago, hero thing aside, Ivan thought of himself as a relatively normal person who just happened to spend his free time writing sexually explicit fanfiction. Writing about bondage and enjoying it for himself sounded like two totally different, unrelated things... before this.
He was going to have marks on his forehead if he kept pressing his face into the floor like this, but there wasn't anything he could do. The stray strikes that landed at the back of his balls just made him groan and get even harder and now the most painful part was the fact that he couldn't come.
He tried whimpering Yuri's name around the gag to no avail.
He cursed the tears on his face for betraying him.
He cursed his body for confusing him too, for making him want something he hadn't even realized that he wanted.
And Yuri must have known the whole time, from the moment he looked at him. It made him feel pathetic, like it was obvious to other people that he was a mat for stepping on. After he stood up against Lunatic, he thought that he had proven to himself that he could take control, that he wouldn't stand down for anyone, but Yuri still saw that quality in him and he knew how to use it. He embraced it. He wanted it, even.
And Ivan wanted to give it so badly, in a way he hadn't even realized before he'd met him.
There wasn't anything for him to do but groan hopelessly when he felt Yuri press against his entrance. That cool slickness meant that he'd gotten lube from somewhere for himself, but he sure hadn't given any Ivan any forethought. As much as he wanted him to do it now, just to see how it would be, he knew that it couldn't be anything but unpleasant to have him inside him without any preparation.
No matter how loud he screamed, his noises meant nothing for Yuri. They probably only made him harder.
He was paused with his cock nudging against him for far too long. Maybe it was just a few seconds or even a minute, but in Ivan's head it felt like an eternity and he just wanted him to do something. In the quiet space of time, he heard his own quick, frightened whimpers echoing off the walls, felt like he could even hear his own heartbeat through the rushing of blood in his head.
Yuri leaned over his back then and Ivan could tell that he still had his clothes on, just like he did the night before. That had to be a fetish of his or something. Ivan kind of approved. He liked men in suits.
That wasn't what was important, though. The important thing was that Yuri was finally removing the gag and it looked like he was going to let it stay out this time. Ivan weakly rotated his jaw and then spoke as soon as he found it possible.
“Yuri-san,” he gasped, cheek to the floor, “please. Don't.”
“Hmm?” Yuri laid a palm against one of his ass cheeks after he straightened up and rubbed it firmly, bringing the stinging back to life all over again. “Don't what?”
“Don't...” 'Don't enter me like that'? 'Be gentle with me'? This isn't fanfiction, Ivan.
Even though they felt too shameful for his own ears, the words were on his lips, but he didn't get to speak them before Yuri thrust forward and drove his cock inside him. It felt like it was splitting him wide open, going too deep and filling him completely in one go. He didn't make even a sound until Yuri pulled out and thrust back in again, at which point Ivan let out his first unrestrained scream.
But there was that hand at his back, like earlier; so shockingly cool when the rest of him felt like it was on fire. “Please,” he manged to get out when he unclenched his teeth. “Please...” What? Please what?
“Yes?”
“It hurts.”
“I know. Is that all?”
It was absolutely pointless to argue like that against a sadist, wasn't it? Even his tears didn't convince him. He knew he was wearing a blindfold, but they'd soaked through by now, rolling down his face. Every movement of Yuri's hips made his knees ache and his ass sting and it all hurt so bad, but he was still so hard. The controlling hand on his back gave him something else to focus on, but if there was just something else Yuri would do for him... If he even just slowed down a little...
The tears on his face were just the ones he couldn't stop, brought on by his body's own traitorous response, but he felt like crying for real when Yuri's hand suddenly left him.
“Yuri-san...!”
Yuri stopped entirely, his hips stilling against Ivan's. For a second, he wondered if he had done something wrong.
This time, his hand returned and smoothed lovingly over his back and down his side, rubbing gently over Ivan's chest and stomach. It felt so different from the pain that it made his knees feel weak and threatened to make him collapse. With his other hand, Yuri held him by the hip and kept him from falling.
“Does it hurt you that badly?” he asked. “Or do you want me that badly? You're crying for real now. Which is it?”
There wasn't any use in lying or denying the truth. Ivan knew what the answer to that question was as soon as he feared the absence of Yuri's touch.
“I...” He tried to spit it out. “...I can't. It's too embarrassing.”
Another roll of Yuri's hips threatened to make his knees crumble again. His elbows and shoulders felt horribly weak and the hand Yuri had on his hip was the only thing keeping him up at this point.
“Tell me.”
“It's you.” Was that an answer? He kind of forgot the question, but whatever, now his mouth wanted to get it all out of his head. “I want you. I want you to touch me. Please.” He finally let his arms give out and he sunk down onto his elbows, his face bent toward the floor. His breathing was shaky as he fought back his tears and tried to bravely face the fact that he enjoyed it.
He wanted Yuri to abuse him.
“Funny,” Yuri murmured quietly, slipping out of him. Carefully, he arranged Ivan back on the floor into a slightly more comfortable position where the top of him could lay down, his knees folded underneath him. “I didn't know you would forget so much, honestly. I think this was supposed to begin as a rape fantasy, but it turned into something rather different, didn't it?”
“You freaked me out to start with, yes. Uh...” Wow, his thoughts were really not there anymore. He tried to gesture a thumb at the blindfold. “Can I see yet?”
Yuri tugged it down for him and untied the knot at the back of his neck to pull it free. Ivan blinked and wasn't surprised to find himself in the kind of dark bondage cave that he'd expected. “There. I hope you aren't going to ask for anything else. I'm already being generous.”
“Ah... Oh. I was going to ask if you were going to do anything to... You know, prepare me. It hurts if you just go at it like that.”
“That is definitely the idea.” Ivan sighed loudly and tried to turn his neck around to glare at Yuri, but the effort just made his shoulders hurt. “Are you asking me to do that?”
Ivan pounded his head into the floor - not a bright move but... “Yes. I thought I was already saying that!”
“You really need to be more clear.”
”Look who's talking!” he really wanted to shout right back, but then he felt Yuri's fingers returning to him, lightly rubbing cool gel around his entrance. What did they say? There was some kind of saying about how you'll want something more after you've had to endure a lot to receive it. That really seemed to fit at the moment as Ivan's back arched to try to get him to slide his fingers in deeper.
Now that he was a little more aware, it was the best time to ask. “So what was our safe-word anyway?”
Yuri curled his fingers inside him and stroked over the spot that had Ivan pressing his cheek right back into the dusty floor. “Safe-word... We didn't have one. You were gagged, remember?”
“An action then?”
“None.”
How did Yuri know how to find that so well? Why did he have to exploit it like that? It had a knee-jerk kind of reaction that turned Ivan instantly into a... Well, he imagined that he looked like a whore or one of those girls that flash peace signs in doujins when they're getting gangbanged. Five seconds away from giving a peace sign... He knew he had to snap out of it to give that one a response, though. Who didn't have a safe-word?
“We didn't have anything arranged? Are you sure I agreed to this?”
After Yuri's fingers were gone, he could feel him realigning his cock at his entrance. Ivan took a deep breath just in case, but the first new thrust felt considerably better than before. “Like I said before, you're really easy to manipulate... and I'm very convincing.” He gave a hard thrust that drove right into Ivan's prostate and it made Ivan wish that he had his hands free to stroke himself. “You surrendered yourself to me because you trust me.”
“That's...”
That's so hot. What the hell!
No wonder he wanted to be sedated first. If he were caught off guard then he wouldn't have to think about how he was going to be doing one of the most humiliating things he'd ever done. Surrendering himself to him? That sounded like something he would have never been able to follow through with without some other encouragement. He wasn't sure which of them he should thank more; Yuri for giving this to him or his self before sedation for being so clever.
“I don't know what you think, but... I think we might actually be perfect for each other somehow.”
Yuri chuckled and did something that Ivan hadn't been expecting at all. Even though he claimed to have used up all of his generosity points, Yuri reached under him and unclasped the cock ring. Having somehow gone that long without much direct attention to his cock, Yuri's palm around him almost felt like too much and it made him groan loudly. The pain elsewhere had not been forgotten in the least, but now served to bring extra intensity to ever pleasurable sensation.
“You're so cute,” Yuri praised, stroking his fist over him with varying degrees of pressure. “I'll have you know that I was thinking the same thing. I haven't even had to do anything yet. You suggested all of it.”
“H-How much of it...?” he asked because seriously, he didn't remember a thing, least of all that bit of information. “Did I even suggest the-” Ah, that felt... “The part where you hit my knees?”
“I've read your stories, so maybe I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was, but you really have a mind for this kind of thing.”
So I did ask for this! Oh God, what's wrong with me...
That hand around his cock was just getting to be way too much to handle. Combined with the fact that he knew that he was responsible for this whole situation now, he just couldn't take it. He gave himself over to the rough way Yuri stroked him and gave the last shout that his throat was going to be willing to issue and came over his fingers.
“Yuri-san...” he mumbled, his body quivering all over as he came down from his orgasm. He felt so tired then and just laid still as Yuri held his hips and pressed at his throbbing prostate. It was over-stimulation for sure, but something about the rocking motion of his hips made Ivan feel relaxed. He just moaned quietly when he felt Yuri coming inside of him.
The rope around his wrists was untied afterward and he was helped back into a sitting position where he could spread his legs out in front of himself and lay back against Yuri's chest.
“It's kind of dark down here,” he said, getting more creeped out by what could be on the floor in the dark basement now that he was able to think more clearly.
“Are you hungry?” Yuri asked.
“That has nothing to do with how dark it is, but yeah, kind of.”
With strength that Ivan didn't know Yuri was capable of, he was lifted up from the floor into his arms. “I'll go put you somewhere and then I can get you something.”
'Putting him somewhere' made him sound like a thing, but it made Ivan grin the stupidest kind of grin. He didn't have the energy to get wise with him anymore anyway, so he just closed his eyes and let his head fall onto Yuri's shoulder.
“Okay.”
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