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.
“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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