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.
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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