Training [Part 1/?]
anonymous
January 16 2009, 10:15:56 UTC
I really hope somebody else fills this. It would completely make my week. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this!
Matthew had been working very hard lately and the normally patient Canadian had started to become extremely short-tempered to nearly everyone around him. During a series of meetings he had been snappy to everybody in the room when he expressed his opinions, and during the final meeting he had un-characteristically yelled at Ivan over a very minor issue. Ivan was unnervingly calm during Matthews’s outburst, and although the Canadian apologized profusely when he caught himself, he still felt concerned that his rude-ness had permanently damaged his relationship with the Russian.
However, when he returned home he was surprised to find several messages (through answering machine, e-mail, snail-mail and even fax) from Ivan that said that Matthew seemed very stressed over his work, and that he was invited to stay at Ivan’s vacation house for a month as a break.
Matthew decided that taking a vacation with Ivan would be very pleasant, and he could not risk turning the request down and possibly damage their relationship even more. So, after he had packed up and explained where he was going to Alfred, Francis and Arthur (who all responded with some form of disapproval) he set out.
A few days later he arrived by taxi to the house. The house was quite far away from the city, and Matthew could not help but gap at how gigantic it appeared. It was clearly very old, and appeared to be something easily out of the Tsarist era. It had a very large yard, and a brick wall surrounded it.
When Matthew reached the doorway, he knocked once and jumped back in panic as Ivan suddenly flung the door open.
“Matthew~ Matthew~ ” Ivan stretched out his arms happily. “You are here safely: I am so thankful!”
“Ah…Yes, I am good!” Matthew nodded uncertainly, not sure how to respond to such a greeting. Ivan stepped out of his way and beckoned him inside. The house appeared even vaster on the inside, with expensive Russian paintings and ornaments filling every spare corner.
They set the suitcases to the side and proceeded with small talk as Ivan led him to the kitchen area, where he had a dish of Russian snacks and vodka set out.
They sat down and continued talking, as Matthew chewed politely at the biscuits and Ivan happily drank down the alcohol while all but ignoring the food. Although Matthew felt awkward about it at first, neither of them brought up the fight at the summit, and it shortly became completely forgotten from the Canadians mind.
“Ah, I remember. I have a special gift for you~” Ivan suddenly blurted out mid-sentence; before leaping out from his chair and motioning for Matthew to stay as he moved behind the Canadian. Matthew blinked as he heard a click and felt something leather placed around his neck. “I worked very hard and carefully picked it out: It was very thoughtful of me. I hope Matthew likes it~”
“Eh?” Matthew lifted his hand up, feeling the shape of the…necklace…? It felt like something else, but Ivan would not do that to him…
Matthew lifted himself out of the chair and quickly walked over to a nearby mirror. “Eh?!” He blurted out in shock. Ivan had placed a dark red…dogs collar on his neck. A gold tag hanged from the middle, with some Russian writing on it.
“Eh…Why would you give me this?” Matthew’s eyebrows twitched; he was not sure if Ivan was trying to insult him or this was just another eccentric act from the somewhat unbalanced man. He tried to stay polite and reached back to undo the collar and take it off. However, he felt a metallic shape at the back where the buckle would have been, and could not undo it. “Ivan, how do I take it off?” He stated anxiously.
“You can’t! I worked so hard for picking it out for you~!” Ivan stared at him sadly. “Don’t be so selfish. Only I can take it off, since I know the number combination~ ” He frowned at Matthew. “And I’m not going to. It’s only for a month. It’s like a game! You’ve been so bossy lately, your not fun to be around~ So I’ll work extra hard and train you into being a good playmate again~”
“What? So…this is why you invited me over here?” Matthew began to take several steps towards the kitchens doorway.
Training [2/?]
anonymous
January 16 2009, 10:40:31 UTC
Ivan paced closer to Matthew. “Yes~ It will be very fun, I think! Also, I hope you do not leave…I think that is very stupid…”
Matthew backed away quickly; he was surprised that Ivan did not follow him. “Ivan…I’m sorry but I…I have some business I could be attending to, and I think it might be better if I left….”
Grateful that Ivan was not following him, Matthew quickly walked for the door while putting his boots on and grabbing his coat in a blur. He broke into a run as he entered the backyard, and relief swelled through him as he passed through the gate of the mansions yard. However, his body suddenly refused to respond to him, and he feel onto his knees as an excruciatingly painful sensation suddenly filled his entire body.
It took forever for him to register what was happening. He was being given an electric shock….like a dog. He moved his arms up to the collar, trying to pry it off against the pain. Despite his best efforts, it would not move. Tears formed in his eyes as he struggled to pick himself up, only to fall back down onto his knees as the shock overtook any other sensation.
Then suddenly, it stopped. He dazedly sat still, before he forced himself up again against the pain in his body, wanting to run away as fast as possible.
“Matthew won’t want to do that~” The Canadian suddenly heard the Russians voice directly behind him. He looked at him nervously. Ivan was holding a metal remote in his hand, with some sort of dialing number combination on it. “The collar will always hurt as long as you are outside of the yards boundaries. It only stops when I press this~”
Matthew stared at him tiredly from the dirt. He could not believe how trapped Ivan had him. “Please let me go Ivan...”
“Poor Matthew. I’m so sorry that you had to experience that~” He sighed sadly, walking to Matthew and picking him up against his shoulder with one arm. “But it’s best it happened now~ Matthew would not be happy if he was bad and left me at night, and deservingly be given electric shock until I find him in the morning~”
Matthew growled angrily at being ignored while his grip on the Russians shoulder tightened. “Ivan! If you do not let me go home now; than when the month is up-“
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll have you trained well enough that you won’t tattle-tale.” The Russian grinned. “I have lots of practice with this~”
Matthew stared at him fearfully. Although he still felt weak from the shock, he started to struggle against Ivan’s grip, which pitifully failed once Ivan’s grip suddenly strengthened.
After they entered the mansion Ivan carried Matthew for quite some time as he navigated down the hallways. He finally paused at one door with a leash hanging beside it, and entered the room after grabbing the leash and clipping it onto Matthews’s collar. It was a medium sized dancing room, with a wooden floor, lavish, busy paintings on the ceilings and several large cupboards around the sides. Ivan dropped Matthew on the ground, and shut the door behind him moments before shutting it behind him.
Matthew almost immediately backed away from Ivan and tried to unhook the leash, only to find that it was permanently attached as well. He grabbed the leash and tugged angrily at it instead, hoping to yank it out of Ivan’s hands, or better yet; snap the humiliating thing itself. “This is ridiculous-Let me go!”
Ivan watched Matthew calmly, and held the leash with an unbreakable grip. “So un-tame” He sighed. “You pretend to be well-mannered in public, and I liked you for that: But suddenly you become like this.” Matthew glared at him. “Don’t worry! I’m worried about Matthew~ I’ll make you into a truly obedient person, so I can like you again and you can control yourself.”
“Ivan…please don’t do this.”
Smiling gently at Matthew, Ivan rummaged through his coats large pockets and pulled out what appeared to be a riding crop. Matthew’s body froze. “Let’s begin with something simple; I want to see how neglected Arthur and Alfred left you… Will you sit for me, Matthew?”
“….No.”
He shut his eyes, knowing what to expect. A strong pain flared against his cheek.
“That’s not how to do it~ Sit.”
“No. Snap out of this, Ivan!” He was struck again, harder.
Training [3/?]
anonymous
January 16 2009, 10:49:22 UTC
“Never!” Ivan crop hand swung out again, hitting hard on the face. Matthew winced from the pain, before he glared up at Ivan with teary eyes.
“Sit~”
“No!” The routine between “Sit.”, “No.” and being hit continued for at least ten minutes, and Matthew’s body ached terribly from the strong strikes, which increased in strength with each of his refusals. Nonetheless, despite the pain in his face and body, he refused to sit down. This was insane…it was too humiliating…he would not do it…
“N-No! You fucking bastard!” Tears of frustration and anger ran down his cheeks as he glared at Ivan, pulling on the leash as hard as he could. Compared to Matthew’s hysterics, Ivan remained calm and even-tempered towards him, his tone un-changing as he commanded Matthew.
The crop hit him hard in the neck. Matthew reached up to rub at the sore, but Ivan hit his hand again with the crop. “Bad pets can’t tend to their wounds~”
Matthew glared at him, and lost all control in an instance. He dived at Ivan and attacked him in a mad frenzy, completely forgetting the Russians size. He punched him repeatedly in the stomach, tried to yank the leash away with his teeth, kick his feet and his crotch; attempting to do any damage without thought.
Suddenly Ivan’s fist and knee connected with Matthews face and stomach, and his attack quickly ended as he was sent sprawling backwards.
Ivan, with a newly obtained scratch on his face from Matthews fingernails, let out a low laugh as he leaned overtop of the suffering youth. “Bad, bad, bad, bad Matthew~ so neglected. You’re such a mess. Now I see why nobody would bother with you~” Matthew glared up at him, tears running down his face and half tangled up in the leash. “You know, if you did that twenty years ago, you’d probably end up with at least three broken bone…” Ivan sighed. “But you don’t need to worry: I’ll be patient and work hard with training you. I picked up that something was wrong, and I’m there for you~” He suddenly dug his fingernail into Matthews cheek, giving him the same scratch before his hand moved to stroke Matthew’s soft hair gently.
“Please stop this…” Matthew said desperately.
“Don’t worry, I am~” He ran his fingers through Matthews hair one more time, before standing up. Matthew stared at Ivan hopefully as he walked over one of the cupboards at the side and produced two differently shaped pairs black leather and metal…restraints?
“I-Ivan?” Matthew asked nervously, climbing onto his feet.
“I did not want to use these so soon, but if poor Matthew cannot even learn to sit without being beaten, this would be nicer for Matthew~” Ivan shortened the leash, and tugged the scared Matthew closer. When he was within arms reach, he grabbed Matthew’s bare arms and roughly forced the restraints onto them before he pinned Matthew onto his back and began to work at the Canadians belt and pants.
“Eh…No! No! Please, Ivan! Don’t!” Presuming what Ivan was about to do, Matthew broke into vicious struggle. He kicked and twisted as hard he could, landing several good blows at Ivan’s stomach. However, the Russian simply winced and laughed at Matthew’s terror. He paused, holding the leg of the struggling Canadian and drinking in the panic of the youth beneath him, before he completely pulled off Matthew’s socks and pants and forced one of them onto his leg. He then gripped the other leg, and snapped the shackles other side onto it. Once he was done, he immediately backed away from the panicked Canadian, and eyed his work.
“What…” Matthew stared at Ivan in shock, before he slowly looked at his arms and legs to study the restraints. They fitted like long leather gloves and socks, which reached up above knees and elbows and had thin metal restraints attaching each limb. He rolled onto his stomach and prepared to stand up.
Re: Training [3/?]
anonymous
January 16 2009, 10:59:56 UTC
Much to his complete humiliation, Matthew utterly failed in his attempt to stand on his feet. After frowning angrily, he tried again, only to lose his balance a second time just as badly. Finding that standing on all fours was very easy, he contended to that position for the moment and sighed before he looked in Ivan’s direction, who had grabbed a tin bowl from the cupboard and was now observing him quietly.
“I don’t think this fits…I can’t even stand…” He sent him a nervous look, preying that this was not intentional. “Can you take them off now?”
Ivan laughed sweetly. “No, it fits you fine~ I researched up on your size, and I see they are fitting very good.” He tugged on the leash. “I don’t expect someone like you to stand~” Matthew stiffened at the statement, realizing that the shackles effect was intentional. “I want to see how well you can walk now~ If you come now, I’ll give you water. You’ve been a very, very, very bad dog today, so no food.”
Tears began to build in Matthews eyes. He felt humiliated and de-humanized by the restraints. He was about to refuse to move…but he really was very, very thirsty. And...hungry, but that appeared to be a hopeless cause.
Ivan gave a strong tug on the leash, choking Matthew and waking him up from his thoughts. Deciding that coo operating was the best for him, Matthew moved forward nervously as the tears pooled over and ran down his cheeks. Despite his expectations to trip flatly forward, he moved safely and easily. He realized that the bindings completely un-restricted movement on all-fours, and Matthew found that they even supported his limps with the weight somewhat.
Matthew crawled to Ivan, glaring angrily at him through his tears the entire time. Ivan only grinned sweetly back at him as he pulled the leash hard in response, choking the younger man.
“Good boy~” Ivan patted Matthews head roughly when he dashed forward to reach his feet. He wiped Matthews face with his scarf and ignored the death glares from the Canadian.
He then pushed the silver dog bowl in front of Matthew’s face with his foot. It had clear, delicious looking water inside of it, but…it was in a dog bowl. However, suffering from dehydration was admittedly worse than the humiliation at this point. He leaned his face close and sniffed it to check if Ivan had put anything into it, before he licked and sucked at the water carefully. He proceeded to drink it for several minutes, only lifting his face to breathe and glance suspiciously at Ivan, until it pooled at the bowls bottom, too low for him to reach. He lifted his wet face and looked nervously at Ivan, wondering what he had in store next.
“What…do you have planned?” Speaking suddenly felt rather difficult, Matthew noticed. “Go…play fetch or…a walk or something sick…like that?”
“No~ No ~ you’re tired ~” Ivan sat cross legged in front of Matthew with a box of bandages. He pressed one over top of the painful scrape on Matthew’s cheek. “After crying so much, I can see why ~ Poor Matthew, so confused.” He pressed a second bandage onto Matthew’s neck. “So mean too. I’ll need to fix that for you.”
“I…won’t fall asleep around…you…” Matthew muttered, his eyes beginning to droop and his thoughts becoming fluffy.
“You’re doing so right now though~ I knew you wouldn’t; so I thought I’d help you out….” Ivan smiled, but Matthew’s eyes were already closed. Without any actual awareness of what he was doing, he let his body lean forward, and put his head onto Ivan’s legs as he faded asleep.
Ahahaha, I probably shouldn’t like be mean to Matthew so much. Anyhow, this turned out a lot longer than I expected, but I’m having fun, so I’ll hopefully finish it. But please remember to type a comment if you liked it, it would create a very happy anon! (And constructive criticism = lots of love)
Training [5/?]
anonymous
January 18 2009, 04:13:59 UTC
When Matthew awoke, he lay in a drugged haze for a few moments, not fully thinking or understanding any sensations. However, he soon became aware of the cold temperature on his face, and of the severe pressure around his mouth. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was in a dark, cramped wooden area with a doorway in the front and a thin, dusty blanket overtop of him. He also had a leather gag tied tightly against his mouth. Once he managed to pick his thoughts up enough he crawled through the exit and looked around.
It was nighttime out, but he could tell he was alone in Ivan’s yard. He looked towards what he had crawled out of and froze in anger at the realization that he was chained to a dog house, which was next to the mansions side-door.
After spending several minutes tugging at the chain, he submitted to the cold and crawled inside the doghouse again, and hugged the thin, rough blanket close to himself. He shuddered; he was only wearing the restraints, his short red boxers and a shirt much too thin and short for either Russia or Canada. He wanted to fall asleep; but the combination of cold, discomfort and a terrible fearful anxiety and anger towards what Ivan would do to him left him sobbing silently in the corner all night. By the time he faded to sleep the early morning rays were visible inside the shelter.
Matthew awoke to the chain tugging painfully at his neck. “Matthew ~ Matthew ~ Wake up! Wake up!” Ivan gave a particularly strong tug, and Matthew struggled out of the doghouse as he became half-tangled with the thin blanket. His side ached from sleeping on the wooden ground, and he felt cold, tired and emotional.
He looked up at Ivan tiredly as the man attached the regular leash to his neck, and removed the chain. He was fully dressed and smiled sunnily down at Matthew, as though he expected Matthew to feel the same. “Did Matthew sleep well? You should come inside, it’s very cold out. I don’t like standing out here.” He led the younger man inside as Matthew struggled to pad fast enough to avoid being choked.
When they reached the kitchen Matthew saw that only one chair remained at the table, and that two dog bowls were on the ground next to the chair. There was water in one bowl, and a grossly mixed gruel in the other. Ivan suddenly removed the gag, and Matthew wetted his lips and stretched his sore mouth thankfully. Once he was done he eyed the food in a disgusted fashion.
“It’s very good for Matthew. It will keep you from getting sick during training, and you’ll get smarter too!”
“But-“ Matthew looked up towards Ivan, only to cry out as the back of his head was hit hard with Ivan’s foot.
“Matthew. Can’t. Talk. What do you think the gag was for?” Ivan stared down at Matthew as though the Canadian had said something incredibly stupid. “Bad dogs aren’t permitted to make noise. Or to sleep inside. Or to eat food they like.” Ivan sighed. “Why are you so disrespectful?! I am being generous to you~ Matthew. You have been making me very angry.” He frowned, and pushed his foot onto the back of Matthews head. “Eat the food ~ Now.”
Matthew hissed as his nose was pressed into the mess of supposed food. It smelled disgusting and although it didn’t seem to be actual dog-food, it still reminded him of it. He pressed back against the foot; wanting enough room to at least properly eat it, but Ivan only forced his face down farther. He reluctantly bit off a piece and winced at the gritty and bitter taste; he hoped that Ivan would not feed him often, if he would be forced to always eat this. He was struggling to not throw up.
Once he started to bite and chew the food in rotation Ivan removed his foot, and Matthew listened to the clink and sounds of a nice, regular morning as he forced himself to continue eating the food from the dog bowl.
When he was finished and had drunk down enough water to wash down the food, he looked up at Ivan to realize that the Russian was eating a delicious looking omelet and coffee. He frowned angrily, but knew better than to say anything and went back to sucking up the cool water. He finished drinking when he heard the clink of cutlery on an empty plate and the chair shift.
Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this!
Matthew had been working very hard lately and the normally patient Canadian had started to become extremely short-tempered to nearly everyone around him. During a series of meetings he had been snappy to everybody in the room when he expressed his opinions, and during the final meeting he had un-characteristically yelled at Ivan over a very minor issue. Ivan was unnervingly calm during Matthews’s outburst, and although the Canadian apologized profusely when he caught himself, he still felt concerned that his rude-ness had permanently damaged his relationship with the Russian.
However, when he returned home he was surprised to find several messages (through answering machine, e-mail, snail-mail and even fax) from Ivan that said that Matthew seemed very stressed over his work, and that he was invited to stay at Ivan’s vacation house for a month as a break.
Matthew decided that taking a vacation with Ivan would be very pleasant, and he could not risk turning the request down and possibly damage their relationship even more. So, after he had packed up and explained where he was going to Alfred, Francis and Arthur (who all responded with some form of disapproval) he set out.
A few days later he arrived by taxi to the house. The house was quite far away from the city, and Matthew could not help but gap at how gigantic it appeared. It was clearly very old, and appeared to be something easily out of the Tsarist era. It had a very large yard, and a brick wall surrounded it.
When Matthew reached the doorway, he knocked once and jumped back in panic as Ivan suddenly flung the door open.
“Matthew~ Matthew~ ” Ivan stretched out his arms happily. “You are here safely: I am so thankful!”
“Ah…Yes, I am good!” Matthew nodded uncertainly, not sure how to respond to such a greeting. Ivan stepped out of his way and beckoned him inside. The house appeared even vaster on the inside, with expensive Russian paintings and ornaments filling every spare corner.
They set the suitcases to the side and proceeded with small talk as Ivan led him to the kitchen area, where he had a dish of Russian snacks and vodka set out.
They sat down and continued talking, as Matthew chewed politely at the biscuits and Ivan happily drank down the alcohol while all but ignoring the food. Although Matthew felt awkward about it at first, neither of them brought up the fight at the summit, and it shortly became completely forgotten from the Canadians mind.
“Ah, I remember. I have a special gift for you~” Ivan suddenly blurted out mid-sentence; before leaping out from his chair and motioning for Matthew to stay as he moved behind the Canadian. Matthew blinked as he heard a click and felt something leather placed around his neck. “I worked very hard and carefully picked it out: It was very thoughtful of me. I hope Matthew likes it~”
“Eh?” Matthew lifted his hand up, feeling the shape of the…necklace…? It felt like something else, but Ivan would not do that to him…
Matthew lifted himself out of the chair and quickly walked over to a nearby mirror. “Eh?!” He blurted out in shock. Ivan had placed a dark red…dogs collar on his neck. A gold tag hanged from the middle, with some Russian writing on it.
“Eh…Why would you give me this?” Matthew’s eyebrows twitched; he was not sure if Ivan was trying to insult him or this was just another eccentric act from the somewhat unbalanced man. He tried to stay polite and reached back to undo the collar and take it off. However, he felt a metallic shape at the back where the buckle would have been, and could not undo it. “Ivan, how do I take it off?” He stated anxiously.
“You can’t! I worked so hard for picking it out for you~!” Ivan stared at him sadly. “Don’t be so selfish. Only I can take it off, since I know the number combination~ ” He frowned at Matthew. “And I’m not going to. It’s only for a month. It’s like a game! You’ve been so bossy lately, your not fun to be around~ So I’ll work extra hard and train you into being a good playmate again~”
“What? So…this is why you invited me over here?” Matthew began to take several steps towards the kitchens doorway.
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Matthew backed away quickly; he was surprised that Ivan did not follow him. “Ivan…I’m sorry but I…I have some business I could be attending to, and I think it might be better if I left….”
Grateful that Ivan was not following him, Matthew quickly walked for the door while putting his boots on and grabbing his coat in a blur. He broke into a run as he entered the backyard, and relief swelled through him as he passed through the gate of the mansions yard. However, his body suddenly refused to respond to him, and he feel onto his knees as an excruciatingly painful sensation suddenly filled his entire body.
It took forever for him to register what was happening. He was being given an electric shock….like a dog. He moved his arms up to the collar, trying to pry it off against the pain. Despite his best efforts, it would not move. Tears formed in his eyes as he struggled to pick himself up, only to fall back down onto his knees as the shock overtook any other sensation.
Then suddenly, it stopped. He dazedly sat still, before he forced himself up again against the pain in his body, wanting to run away as fast as possible.
“Matthew won’t want to do that~” The Canadian suddenly heard the Russians voice directly behind him. He looked at him nervously. Ivan was holding a metal remote in his hand, with some sort of dialing number combination on it. “The collar will always hurt as long as you are outside of the yards boundaries. It only stops when I press this~”
Matthew stared at him tiredly from the dirt. He could not believe how trapped Ivan had him. “Please let me go Ivan...”
“Poor Matthew. I’m so sorry that you had to experience that~” He sighed sadly, walking to Matthew and picking him up against his shoulder with one arm. “But it’s best it happened now~ Matthew would not be happy if he was bad and left me at night, and deservingly be given electric shock until I find him in the morning~”
Matthew growled angrily at being ignored while his grip on the Russians shoulder tightened. “Ivan! If you do not let me go home now; than when the month is up-“
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll have you trained well enough that you won’t tattle-tale.” The Russian grinned. “I have lots of practice with this~”
Matthew stared at him fearfully. Although he still felt weak from the shock, he started to struggle against Ivan’s grip, which pitifully failed once Ivan’s grip suddenly strengthened.
After they entered the mansion Ivan carried Matthew for quite some time as he navigated down the hallways. He finally paused at one door with a leash hanging beside it, and entered the room after grabbing the leash and clipping it onto Matthews’s collar. It was a medium sized dancing room, with a wooden floor, lavish, busy paintings on the ceilings and several large cupboards around the sides. Ivan dropped Matthew on the ground, and shut the door behind him moments before shutting it behind him.
Matthew almost immediately backed away from Ivan and tried to unhook the leash, only to find that it was permanently attached as well. He grabbed the leash and tugged angrily at it instead, hoping to yank it out of Ivan’s hands, or better yet; snap the humiliating thing itself. “This is ridiculous-Let me go!”
Ivan watched Matthew calmly, and held the leash with an unbreakable grip. “So un-tame” He sighed. “You pretend to be well-mannered in public, and I liked you for that: But suddenly you become like this.” Matthew glared at him. “Don’t worry! I’m worried about Matthew~ I’ll make you into a truly obedient person, so I can like you again and you can control yourself.”
“Ivan…please don’t do this.”
Smiling gently at Matthew, Ivan rummaged through his coats large pockets and pulled out what appeared to be a riding crop. Matthew’s body froze. “Let’s begin with something simple; I want to see how neglected Arthur and Alfred left you… Will you sit for me, Matthew?”
“….No.”
He shut his eyes, knowing what to expect. A strong pain flared against his cheek.
“That’s not how to do it~ Sit.”
“No. Snap out of this, Ivan!” He was struck again, harder.
“Bad Matthew. Sit.”
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“Sit~”
“No!” The routine between “Sit.”, “No.” and being hit continued for at least ten minutes, and Matthew’s body ached terribly from the strong strikes, which increased in strength with each of his refusals. Nonetheless, despite the pain in his face and body, he refused to sit down. This was insane…it was too humiliating…he would not do it…
“N-No! You fucking bastard!” Tears of frustration and anger ran down his cheeks as he glared at Ivan, pulling on the leash as hard as he could. Compared to Matthew’s hysterics, Ivan remained calm and even-tempered towards him, his tone un-changing as he commanded Matthew.
The crop hit him hard in the neck. Matthew reached up to rub at the sore, but Ivan hit his hand again with the crop. “Bad pets can’t tend to their wounds~”
Matthew glared at him, and lost all control in an instance. He dived at Ivan and attacked him in a mad frenzy, completely forgetting the Russians size. He punched him repeatedly in the stomach, tried to yank the leash away with his teeth, kick his feet and his crotch; attempting to do any damage without thought.
Suddenly Ivan’s fist and knee connected with Matthews face and stomach, and his attack quickly ended as he was sent sprawling backwards.
Ivan, with a newly obtained scratch on his face from Matthews fingernails, let out a low laugh as he leaned overtop of the suffering youth. “Bad, bad, bad, bad Matthew~ so neglected. You’re such a mess. Now I see why nobody would bother with you~” Matthew glared up at him, tears running down his face and half tangled up in the leash. “You know, if you did that twenty years ago, you’d probably end up with at least three broken bone…” Ivan sighed. “But you don’t need to worry: I’ll be patient and work hard with training you. I picked up that something was wrong, and I’m there for you~” He suddenly dug his fingernail into Matthews cheek, giving him the same scratch before his hand moved to stroke Matthew’s soft hair gently.
“Please stop this…” Matthew said desperately.
“Don’t worry, I am~” He ran his fingers through Matthews hair one more time, before standing up. Matthew stared at Ivan hopefully as he walked over one of the cupboards at the side and produced two differently shaped pairs black leather and metal…restraints?
“I-Ivan?” Matthew asked nervously, climbing onto his feet.
“I did not want to use these so soon, but if poor Matthew cannot even learn to sit without being beaten, this would be nicer for Matthew~” Ivan shortened the leash, and tugged the scared Matthew closer. When he was within arms reach, he grabbed Matthew’s bare arms and roughly forced the restraints onto them before he pinned Matthew onto his back and began to work at the Canadians belt and pants.
“Eh…No! No! Please, Ivan! Don’t!” Presuming what Ivan was about to do, Matthew broke into vicious struggle. He kicked and twisted as hard he could, landing several good blows at Ivan’s stomach. However, the Russian simply winced and laughed at Matthew’s terror. He paused, holding the leg of the struggling Canadian and drinking in the panic of the youth beneath him, before he completely pulled off Matthew’s socks and pants and forced one of them onto his leg. He then gripped the other leg, and snapped the shackles other side onto it. Once he was done, he immediately backed away from the panicked Canadian, and eyed his work.
“What…” Matthew stared at Ivan in shock, before he slowly looked at his arms and legs to study the restraints. They fitted like long leather gloves and socks, which reached up above knees and elbows and had thin metal restraints attaching each limb. He rolled onto his stomach and prepared to stand up.
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“I don’t think this fits…I can’t even stand…” He sent him a nervous look, preying that this was not intentional. “Can you take them off now?”
Ivan laughed sweetly. “No, it fits you fine~ I researched up on your size, and I see they are fitting very good.” He tugged on the leash. “I don’t expect someone like you to stand~” Matthew stiffened at the statement, realizing that the shackles effect was intentional. “I want to see how well you can walk now~ If you come now, I’ll give you water. You’ve been a very, very, very bad dog today, so no food.”
Tears began to build in Matthews eyes. He felt humiliated and de-humanized by the restraints. He was about to refuse to move…but he really was very, very thirsty. And...hungry, but that appeared to be a hopeless cause.
Ivan gave a strong tug on the leash, choking Matthew and waking him up from his thoughts. Deciding that coo operating was the best for him, Matthew moved forward nervously as the tears pooled over and ran down his cheeks. Despite his expectations to trip flatly forward, he moved safely and easily. He realized that the bindings completely un-restricted movement on all-fours, and Matthew found that they even supported his limps with the weight somewhat.
Matthew crawled to Ivan, glaring angrily at him through his tears the entire time. Ivan only grinned sweetly back at him as he pulled the leash hard in response, choking the younger man.
“Good boy~” Ivan patted Matthews head roughly when he dashed forward to reach his feet. He wiped Matthews face with his scarf and ignored the death glares from the Canadian.
He then pushed the silver dog bowl in front of Matthew’s face with his foot. It had clear, delicious looking water inside of it, but…it was in a dog bowl. However, suffering from dehydration was admittedly worse than the humiliation at this point. He leaned his face close and sniffed it to check if Ivan had put anything into it, before he licked and sucked at the water carefully. He proceeded to drink it for several minutes, only lifting his face to breathe and glance suspiciously at Ivan, until it pooled at the bowls bottom, too low for him to reach. He lifted his wet face and looked nervously at Ivan, wondering what he had in store next.
“What…do you have planned?” Speaking suddenly felt rather difficult, Matthew noticed. “Go…play fetch or…a walk or something sick…like that?”
“No~ No ~ you’re tired ~” Ivan sat cross legged in front of Matthew with a box of bandages. He pressed one over top of the painful scrape on Matthew’s cheek. “After crying so much, I can see why ~ Poor Matthew, so confused.” He pressed a second bandage onto Matthew’s neck. “So mean too. I’ll need to fix that for you.”
“I…won’t fall asleep around…you…” Matthew muttered, his eyes beginning to droop and his thoughts becoming fluffy.
“You’re doing so right now though~ I knew you wouldn’t; so I thought I’d help you out….” Ivan smiled, but Matthew’s eyes were already closed. Without any actual awareness of what he was doing, he let his body lean forward, and put his head onto Ivan’s legs as he faded asleep.
Ahahaha, I probably shouldn’t like be mean to Matthew so much.
Anyhow, this turned out a lot longer than I expected, but I’m having fun, so I’ll hopefully finish it.
But please remember to type a comment if you liked it, it would create a very happy anon! (And constructive criticism = lots of love)
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This is exactly why I shouldn't post so late.
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MOAR, ANON, MOAR, this is fucking HOT <3 <3
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It was nighttime out, but he could tell he was alone in Ivan’s yard. He looked towards what he had crawled out of and froze in anger at the realization that he was chained to a dog house, which was next to the mansions side-door.
After spending several minutes tugging at the chain, he submitted to the cold and crawled inside the doghouse again, and hugged the thin, rough blanket close to himself. He shuddered; he was only wearing the restraints, his short red boxers and a shirt much too thin and short for either Russia or Canada. He wanted to fall asleep; but the combination of cold, discomfort and a terrible fearful anxiety and anger towards what Ivan would do to him left him sobbing silently in the corner all night. By the time he faded to sleep the early morning rays were visible inside the shelter.
Matthew awoke to the chain tugging painfully at his neck. “Matthew ~ Matthew ~ Wake up! Wake up!” Ivan gave a particularly strong tug, and Matthew struggled out of the doghouse as he became half-tangled with the thin blanket. His side ached from sleeping on the wooden ground, and he felt cold, tired and emotional.
He looked up at Ivan tiredly as the man attached the regular leash to his neck, and removed the chain. He was fully dressed and smiled sunnily down at Matthew, as though he expected Matthew to feel the same. “Did Matthew sleep well? You should come inside, it’s very cold out. I don’t like standing out here.” He led the younger man inside as Matthew struggled to pad fast enough to avoid being choked.
When they reached the kitchen Matthew saw that only one chair remained at the table, and that two dog bowls were on the ground next to the chair. There was water in one bowl, and a grossly mixed gruel in the other. Ivan suddenly removed the gag, and Matthew wetted his lips and stretched his sore mouth thankfully. Once he was done he eyed the food in a disgusted fashion.
“It’s very good for Matthew. It will keep you from getting sick during training, and you’ll get smarter too!”
“But-“ Matthew looked up towards Ivan, only to cry out as the back of his head was hit hard with Ivan’s foot.
“Matthew. Can’t. Talk. What do you think the gag was for?” Ivan stared down at Matthew as though the Canadian had said something incredibly stupid. “Bad dogs aren’t permitted to make noise. Or to sleep inside. Or to eat food they like.” Ivan sighed. “Why are you so disrespectful?! I am being generous to you~ Matthew. You have been making me very angry.” He frowned, and pushed his foot onto the back of Matthews head. “Eat the food ~ Now.”
Matthew hissed as his nose was pressed into the mess of supposed food. It smelled disgusting and although it didn’t seem to be actual dog-food, it still reminded him of it. He pressed back against the foot; wanting enough room to at least properly eat it, but Ivan only forced his face down farther. He reluctantly bit off a piece and winced at the gritty and bitter taste; he hoped that Ivan would not feed him often, if he would be forced to always eat this. He was struggling to not throw up.
Once he started to bite and chew the food in rotation Ivan removed his foot, and Matthew listened to the clink and sounds of a nice, regular morning as he forced himself to continue eating the food from the dog bowl.
When he was finished and had drunk down enough water to wash down the food, he looked up at Ivan to realize that the Russian was eating a delicious looking omelet and coffee. He frowned angrily, but knew better than to say anything and went back to sucking up the cool water. He finished drinking when he heard the clink of cutlery on an empty plate and the chair shift.
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TAKE THIS ANON'S HEART AND SOUL <333~.
I'd love to see more of this, you are a god.~
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Would it be possible to know what the prompt was that inspired this?
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