"Call me old fashioned. I just think a good old manual shaving can't be beat." Raynak was speaking to Ivan. Ivan was on his back, naked, and Raynak was straddling his chest, sitting upright. "It helps to put you in proper mind set, ivan. The treatment took care of it, sure, but now...now you've felt the blades, seen people see YOU getting bladed and now..." he reached for ivan's nipples. "You can better understand your submissive position." He grinned as ivan began to breathe harder. He never knew his nipples were as sensitive as they were -- or maybe Raynak just had a way with them that made him want to, well, do anything Raynak wanted. And Raynak made clear, in the next few minutes, that he wanted ivan's ass before they went to bed. Ivan felt the man's hands under his knees. He wondered if Raynak would just push them up or if he was going to tickle torture them. He had a feeling, but he was wrong.
"Too much tickling spoils the fun, ivan. Tonight it's about needs. A MASTER's needs." He slid down so his cock was touching ivan's hole. "When is it about a sub's needs, sub boy?" Ivan felt Raynak's cock head push against his resisting muscle ring. He winced. "It's never about a sub's needs, Sir. Subs don't have needs." Ivan repeated what Raynak had told him two nights earlier. He saw his Master smile as he began pushing his shaft into ivan's "man-pussy" as he called it.
"That's not completely true, ivan. Subs need to be reminded, regularly, of their place." He pushed hard, and ivan moaned. "They need to be humiliated, disciplined, and reminded, over and over again, that they live to serve." He grunted as the rest of his cock pushed into ivan. As he brushed passed ivan's g spot, ivan let out a whimper. He was horny: the cage hadn't been taken off, and now that Raynak knew where to probe him with his dick, he did it every time.
"You ever think of being another man's fuck toi, ivan? Better yet, when you were being trained, did you ever think that one day, I'd be fucking you?" Ivan thought about it. He could honestly say that no, he had never thought he'd be in a position like he was now. On the other hand, he had fantasized -- all the students had -- about being in bed with the wall of muscle that was Raynak. That and being pinned by him in a wrestling match. His other fantasies all had him on top: Raynak was the only man he could imagine taking him.
"No, Sir. I never thought I'd be the toy." Raynak laughed. "You fantasized about being where I am, didn't you, handsome.?" He pulled his cock halfway out of ivan, and rammed it back in. Ivan yelped. "Yes, Sir. You're right. I had completely the wrong idea. OH FUCK!" It slipped out of him and then he blushed. Raynak had positioned his cock head right on the spot that was most sensitive.
"Hmmm, I don't think you had the WRONG idea, ivan. I think you just had an INCOMPLETE idea. I bet you'd make a really good top man for the right guy. Maybe I'll even find one for you. But you'll have to remember. You always go to the bottom with me." He took ivan's locked cock in his hand. "So smooth. Like a baby. " He began pushing harder and faster. "Clench your glutes, sub boy" Raynak ordered, and ivan obeyed. "YES! We had you do all those squats for a reason. EVERYTHING is for a reason, boy. EVERYTHING." He sucked in his breath and blew a load into ivan. He pulled out at the end and shot the last wave onto ivan's face.
"Lick your Master's cum, sub boy. Show how much you appreciate it." Ivan ran his tongue around his lips. It was salty: thick, and salty. "The taste of conquest" he thought to himself. His cock hurt. It was rigid in the cage. Raynak hadn't said when he'd take it off. He figured that he was getting punished for the exchange at work, but for how long? He thought about it while Raynak went to clean himself off. When he came back, he looked at ivan. "Your turn. Make sure you get all the jizz out of you." "Yes, Sir" ivan answered. He hated the gush of water up his ass that cleaned him out, but Raynak had told him "If I want you during the night, I don't want to feel my old juice in you."
He didn't want ivan that night: ivan was very much aware of Raynak's dick pressed up against his ass as he slept. He was aware of his Master's hand on his left pec. And how cold he felt whenever he thought "my hair is gone. Forever."
He got out of bed when Raynak let him go the next morning. It was after he had nibbled on the lobe of ivan's ear and rubbed his morning scruff over the rest of it. As he moved out of the bed and toward the closet, he heard Raynak.
"Where are you going, sub boy?" Ivan looked puzzled. "To get my clothes ready, Sir. For your approval of course."
"You didn't feel this when you woke up?" Raynak sat up and pointed to his dick: rigid.
"I did, Sir, but..." He didn't finish. "Part of a sub's job is that a Master never has to take care of himself unless he wants to. You have to find that out." Ivan gulped. "I'm sorry, Sir. Shall I relieve you?" Raynak smiled. "Yes. In fact, assume you'll be relieving me EVERY morning. You'll get on your knees, put your hands behind your back, and take my cock in your mouth. Your sucking needs to improve, and doing one every day will get you up to standard."
"Yes, Sir. I understand." Ivan slid down to the floor and rested on his knees. He put his hands behind him and waited for Raynak's cock.
"You used to be such a good student, ivan. Why aren't your tits pointed out?" Ivan dropped his head. "Sorry, Sir. I ..." He didn't finish this time because Raynak's cock was in his mouth, and his fingers were on ivan's nipples. He twisted hard.
"Yes. This is what a sub does first thing in the morning. Before he tends to anything else, he tends to his Master's sexual needs." Raynak shoved ivan's head down on his cock. Ivan knew he was testing his gag reflex, and he made up his mind to not choke.
"That's a good boy. I think that means when I'm done, you get to diddle with yourself to relieve your needs. You want that, boy?"
"MMMPH," a yes sir slipped out of ivan's mouth as he sucked. He saw Raynak's face and knew he had been tricked.
"Thinking about your own sexual needs. I guess that means you need to know what happens when you do. That'll happen tonight. For now, finish me off, sub boy." Raynak pushed, not as fast or as hard as he did the night before, but soon, ivan was holding another load, this time in his mouth.
"Good subs swallow. And then, I'll let you go off to the bathroom and jerk off. Catch your jizz and bring it out."
"GULP." Ivan swallowed the stuff down. He didn't think he'd ever get used to that. He felt Raynak's hand on his shoulder as he opened the cage. "Jerk yourself off, boy. Then come out here with your jizz. I want you to rub it all over your body."
"Yes, Sir" ivan responded. His dick was out in front of him: he felt embarrassed to have the hard-on in front of Raynak: he knew he wasn't supposed to. But he needed it. Badly. "I have a lot to learn" he thought to himself as he walked off to the bathroom to jerk off in private. "Don't take too long, stud. If you enjoy it too much, it can lead to excessive self-pleasure -- which can learn to increased lockage." He heard Raynak laugh -- something he couldn't remember ever hearing. Ivan was angry: he didn't want Raynak to know he was enjoying himself, but then he felt the older man's hand on his cock, another hand on his shoulder, and Raynak's mouth covering his ear. "You're thinking of your new Master, aren't you sub boy?" he whispered. "Yes, Sir," ivan almost groaned back. Raynak's hand on the point where his neck joined his shoulder: just like back at school. Not just him, but many of the other cadets: Raynak would find that spot, press down and leave them helpless. Now, though, it just made ivan harder. "Looks like I have to take charge of this cock. That's how it should be, isn't it, ivan?" As Raynak slid his hand back and forth over ivan's cock, he moaned "oooooooooooooooh, yes Sir." "DAMN," he thought. "He's jerking me better than I do." He felt Raynak slide his hand down from his shoulder, and then press his thumb up against ivan's recently fucked ass. The slow moan became a high-pitched yell, as seed started squirting all over. Ivan realized he had never had such a powerful orgasm. "OH SHIT" he thought and pushed his hand out to at least catch some of his jizz: he had forgotten Raynak's instructions.
While ivan caught his breath after he finished, Raynak told him that he'd have to get that spill over cleaned up after work. "For now, what did I tell you to do with that splotch?"
"You told me to rub it into my skin, Sir" ivan answered. Raynak folded his arms as he said "Well?" Ivan hesitated for a minute, before he spread the cum on his chest, and then began spreading it all over his upper body. "Arms, too, boy. Thighs. Everywhere." Ivan got to work. "Then clean up your pubes and get out here. Cage goes back on before you dress." "Yes, Sir," ivan answered. He expected he'd be locked up again, and as Raynak turned the key, he grinned. "I hope you enjoyed it. I think four days until the next time will be adequate." Unintentionally, ivan arched his eyebrows and Raynak saw it. "Make that five. Unless, hmmm. I think there may be a way to get it back down to four. We shall see."
Ivan began to dress in the clothes that Raynak had selected: the white thong slid into ivan's crack. He wasn't used to underwear like this. He pulled on the light lavender shirt, and as he pulled it around to button it, he thought "it's tight. This can't be mine." He heard the chuckle. "Pull in that gut, ivan, pull it in. That's your size from now on. Keeping a tight body will remind you: it's not yours anymore. You're dressing for me. And that fit will show all of your `slave curves' just right. Ivan knew what Raynak was talking about: it had been tradition, both in ivan's culture and Raynak's, to display your living property in tight fitting clothes to show what that property was used for: sex. Ivan assumed the khakis would be tight, and he was right. "MMMM. They make your ass look so nice and round, too. Almost like a melon waiting to be sliced apart." Ivan felt Raynak's hand on his left ass cheek. "When I touch you there, you bend over, boy. Show it all to me. Show me what's mine."
"Yes, Sir," ivan gritted his teeth. He didn't need any more reminding that he was Raynak's sex sub: the cage, the feel of the jizz drying on his skin, the tight clothing -- they all told him. He wondered if there was any way he could get out of this: was there any resistance? Had his whole city surrendered? He got the answer to that as he and Raynak headed to the office building.
"You noticed your uniform in the closet, didn't you, ivan?" Raynak asked, as he moved a hand to the back of ivan's neck. "I saw something that color, Sir. I didn't notice what it was."
"Well, you remember your lessons on ceremonies in battle, I presume. And you know what a triumphal march is."
"Yes, Sir. It's the parade of the victors after..." Ivan's mind put pieces together and he stopped. "That's right, Ivan, the rest of the resistance was captured yesterday. The entire city is in our hands now, and there will be a parade. `Significant' prisoners will be on display, and that includes you, my handsome bitch. And I think we'll display you in uniform."
"Total defeat, Sir?" "Total" Raynak answered. "Yes, I wasn't there. I was training you. But your classes were not the only ones I've trained and, if your remember your lessons, once the leaders are captured... "The militia falls," ivan muttered in a low voice. "Were there...many casualties, Sir?"
"Some. Actually much less than we planned. Which on the one hand is a good thing for us: more labor, more slaves to be sold, and perhaps even a future sub or two among them. On the other hand, bulging prisons, disorder. I'm sure it will all work itself out. You, marty and claude will all be giving them instructions on the behavior that is expected of them. Ivan gave him a stunned look. "No resistance, no opposition, nothing. They will behave or, " he shrugged his shoulders "there are always casualties at war."
"How's Raynak's newest toy doing?" Ivan was starting at his computer screen when Archer walked by. "If he saw you slumping like that, you'd have hell to pay you know." Ivan had relaxed and his stomach fought against the taut fabric. He sucked in his gut again. "Yes, I see why he has you like that. Pulling in your gut pushes out your titties, and you've got cute ones." That pissed off ivan and he got out of his chair, fists balled. Archer laughed. "You don't want to start anything, ivan. Trust me. Everything is being watched. On the one hand, it protects me from you, but... he leered at ivan "It protects you from me. To the extent it can."
"Archer! I hope you've begun making plans for the triumph." Raynak had come into the office. "Yes, Commander. Of course I have. Did I read correctly that you'll be leading both ivan and claude?"
"Indeed, I will. It's very rare that a Commander has two valuable captives to choose from, and I won't pass up the opportunity to let everyone know." He paused. "Ivan will be in uniform. I haven't quite decided for claude, yet. Incidentally, I'm thinking of sending him to the wrestling academy for the festival at the end of the year: I think with proper training, he can win." Archer looked at ivan. "Is your favorite boy going to compete in the dildo competition?" Raynak laughed. "We shall have to see." He looked at Archer. "My friend, that thought seems to have excited you." He pointed to Archer's groin. Then he turned to ivan. "Do you think you could handle Commander Archer's cock in your mouth, sub?" Ivan reddened. He knew what he SHOULD have said, but he answered, "He should be worried about what I'd do if I had it in my mouth." Raynak looked at Archer. "Feisty. Trust me, he's not like this when he's alone with me. He knows better." He turned to Archer. "Would you perhaps like to come over tonight and try out his mouth? It's really quite glorious. If they had a sucking competition, I'd enter him for sure." Then he turned to ivan. "A sub slave has to learn to be able to handle two cocks at once. So I'm giving you a chance, ivan: you'll get your first chance to get both ends filled tonight, and I'll remove the cage in 3 days. Or you can refuse, and it will remain on you for six days, minimum." He saw the cloud form over ivan's face, but he looked at Archer and smiled. Ivan knew it wasn't the first time they had done this.
"I can handle another cock. As you always used to say, Sir, `bring it on.'"
"And we will." He turned to Archer: "isn't he pretty in this outfit? Pastels for subs. You know I like that." Archer laughed. "I know you like a lot of things, Raynak. By the way..." he grinned, and ivan could have sworn he drooled a little. "Your boy was not keeping proper muscle tension when I came in."
"Oh? Is that so? Did you forget your instructions, ivan, or were you simply lazy?" Ivan blushed. "Sir, I think I just forgot. I was concentrating on something and..."
"You know, there ARE toys that can keep you cinched up pretty tightly, ivan. We won't have to worry about your disrespect for rules if we use those."
"I won't disappoint you, Sir. I'll work harder." A smile flickered across Raynak's face, and ivan thought "He's really very handsome when he smiles." He felt a flush of warmth, similar to the one he felt when Raynak put his hand on him after he hadn't touched him for a while.
"I've arranged for you to have dinner at the compound, Archer. And of course, for entertainment. You haven't seen the `dorm' lately. You may see something you'd like."
"I appreciate the invitation, Raynak. Perhaps we can leave together." As they were talking, ivan was aware of something that a less observant man might have missed. "Something," not "someone." Claude, marty, himself: they were all objects: property. They could be used, just like furniture. Ivan thought about it for a minute. This was his future. Unless there was some VERY secret form of resistance, he could become a part of. But how? He wondered if it was HIS job to start the resistance. He'd have to think about it. A few hours later, though, all he was thinking about was the feel of Raynak's spiked dick in his ass, and Archer's in his mouth. Archer was smaller than Raynak, but thicker. Ivan didn't expect that. As he was pounded on both ends, he thought about what he had seen when he "stole" time on his computer. The story of his capture by Raynak had been reported in all of the major newsletters and journals. Then there were the gossip sheets. He saw one headline :"The pairing we always fantasized about, made real," and then it went on to talk about Raynak and his "handsome slaveboy." Ivan rolled the phrase "handsome slaveboy" in his mind, as he did the other stories that speculated on whether this meant Raynak would end his "reign of the cock." Ivan learned that after every battle, Raynak took a captive to be his bed mate, until he'd be off to the next campaign. It was always someone he had captured himself and the pictures he saw showed one handsome, muscular man after the other.
He felt a hand on his shoulder "None of them were as enjoyable a conquest as you are, ivan. " Raynak's hand went to that "spot" which he knew would simply turn ivan to putty. As he pressed a little harder, the phrase "boy puddle" went through ivan's mind: it was a phrase one of his former colleagues had used to describe himself when his wife found HIS secret spot. He WAS becoming a boy puddle as Raynak pressed.
"That feels so good, Sir. You remembered." "Of course I remembered. It was all I could do to you when I was your teacher. But now, as your Master, so many more possibilities are opened. Including your holes. Now, let's get moving. " As ivan stood up, he heard the sound of a chain. Immediately, he put his hands behind his back, and Raynak shook his head no. "No wrists tonight, slave boy. Tonight, a collar. And a leash. We'll be walking with Archer and, in case anyone misses your markings, or concludes that you're Archer's and not mine, this will make things clear." Ivan felt the lock turn on the collar and he felt his cock began to swell in the cage. He didn't know how he'd feel getting fucked at two ends, but then again, it was only recently that he learned how it felt to get fucked at one end. He tried to convince himself he didn't like it. But he did. He knew it and, what was more of concern, was that Raynak did too.