A/N: So, this is just a little story Unshadowed Heart and myself have been working on together, and finally got to uploading the first chapter~! :3 I sure hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: Ownership of these characters does not belong to us! :3
Warning: Sex...and a lot of sexy stuff! :D
"What the hell do you think you're doing, running around all night long! I told you to be home by ten, and I bloody meant it! Now, I told you after the last time, if you ever did that again, I was taking away all electronics for a week. So I hope you learn your bloody lesson from this!" Arthur was annoyed that his son could be so irresponsible, it irked him to no end. Where had he gone wrong while he was raising him?
"God, shut up, dad!" Alfred snapped back in response, cheeks flushed from his night at the club and the couple drinks he'd had (all illegally thanks to a nice fake ID). "You're being such a dick!"
"Alfred! Watch you language or I will wash your mouth out with soap; don't think you're too old for me to drag you into the bloody bathroom!" He glared at his son, just now noticing his distinct blushing, bloody hell... He was fuming now, his face red, "If you don't stop going to clubs and drinking, son, I am going to kick you out! I am not going to have a drunkard lying around my home!"
Alfred crossed his arms angrily. "Just shut up, dad! I can do whatever the fuck I want, I'm almost 18!" What was wrong with having a couple drinks and grinding some chicks? It wasn't like he was coming home trashed and shouting out crazy shit! Hell Arthur wouldn't have even noticed him come home if he hadn't waited up for him! "You can't kick me out if I just leave!"
Arthur was close to flipping his lid at this point, and the last comment was the last straw, "Al," he said, his eyes closed, and his face tight, "Get out. I don't care if you run around the block, or just stand out side for a while, but get the BLOODY HELL OUT!" he shouted the last few words, making sure that Alfred knew he was being serious. He needed some time to think, and cool down.
He was so confused right now.
"Fine! I'll leave then, and I'm not coming back!" Alfred then turned on his heels and stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind him and running off in a direction that was anywhere but his house. After a long time of running he stopped to catch his breath, finding himself...very, very lost. He was about to get out his phone and call someone when he saw a cop car pulling up around the corner and promptly freaked out. He found sanction in some nearby trees, not even bothering to just hide behind something, just running right into the forest.
Ivan smirked insanely as he saw the shadow of a shapely young boy rush into the woods. He had been waiting too long for this moment. Much...much too long. He rushed silently after the boy, treading carefully over twigs and leaves. He knew what he was doing. Oh, yes, and he was quite skilled at it as well.
The boy was still rushing through the pines, completely ignorant to the fact that he was being followed. As the boy began to slow down, Ivan followed suit, finding a place to watch him safely from behind a large tree a few feet away. The boy, whom even though at this point it was too dark to see, had blonde hair, which fell into his face when he leaned over slightly to catch his breath.
Ivan grinned, walking forwards very slowly, pulling out a pipe from his overcoat with practiced ease. Once he was close enough to almost touch the blonde, he swiftly pulled the other back against him by his hair, placing the pipe in a strangling fashion across his throat.
Alfred had slowed down to catch his breath, leaned over with his hands on his knees. He looked to his sides, grimacing as he found himself even more lost. Well, Arthur had a GPS in his phone, he'd be able to find him. Wait... Alfred patted his pocket and paled. His phone! He must have dropped it when- Alfred let out a sharp shriek of surprise as he felt something cold and hard pressing against his back and against his throat.
Ivan was still smiling wickedly "Come with me without a struggle, or I will make you come with me. I'd prefer the first one; less trouble for both of us, da?" he whispered with a heavy Russian accent in the shorter boys ear.
"What the fuck!" Alfred demanded, struggling despite his captor's demands. "Who the fuck are you, you fucking creeper, let me the fuck go! I'll scream!" He wasn't actually sure if anyone could hear him, but he was definitely going to try.
Ivan frowned, not particularly keen on the thought of the other screaming. It might ruin his plans. It was unlikely that they would be heard, but he wasn't about to take any chances. So they were going to have to do this the hard way. Ivan's smirk grew next to the blonde's ear, "I am your worst nightmare," with that, he shoved the blonde forwards, and brought his metal pipe down onto the back of the blonde head. He made sure not to use too much force; just enough to knock the other out, not kill him. No, he wanted to keep this one.
Alfred was just about to scream 'rape' or 'kidnap' or something along those lines when everything exploded in pain. He let out a weak cry before everything went dark and he saw everything fading around him. Not that he could see much anyway, it was almost two in the morning...
Ivan watched the limp boy lying on the ground for a moment, taking in the sight of the body before him. Oh, he was going to enjoy this way too much. He leaned over, and tossed the boy over his shoulder, heading even deeper into the woods, where hidden deep inside was his base. He couldn't really call it home, since he was rarely there; he spent most of his time outside since he'd gotten there. But he knew no one would find them there. They would be completely alone.
Alfred stirred and yawned, squirming in his bed. He hummed appreciatively and snuggled deeper into the sheets. It was so warm, usually it was super cold at home because Arthur was such a cheap ass with the heating. He rolled onto his back and stretched. "Man, Mattie," he said to his twin that was surely already up, "I had the weirdest dream last night," he laughed, rubbing his eyes childishly.
Ivan watched on from a nearby chair, as the blonde boy shifted in the bed, and said someone's name, before mentioning something about an odd dream last night. Ivan smiled, "Nyet, I'm afraid that wasn't a dream," he said, his voice bubbly and childish.
Alfred froze and looked over to the source of the voice. He screamed, backing up against the headboard, "wh-what the fuck, what the fucking fuck who the fuck are you!" Where the hell was he? Had he been kidnapped? Oh god, he'd been kidnapped!
Ivan grinned at the other's out right terror, and chuckled slightly, "Now, now, I see no reason for you get so worked up. I only kidnapped you, that does not mean I am going to kill you...unless you do not do as I say," he smiled at the blonde gleefully.
Alfred started breathing harder, immediately slapping both hands over his mouth when he heard the threat. After a moment he whispered behind his hands, "wh-who are you? What do you want with me?"
Ivan stood up, and slowly made his way over to the smaller, stopping next to the bad to merely watch as the other stared at him, "First, you will tell me your name, and then I shall answer your questions. That's more fair, da?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Alfred tried to shrink and move away from the larger man, still holding his hands over his mouth. He shook his head, eyes watering. If he told this bastard his name he could find out anything about him! "N-no," he stammered, shivering a little.
Ivan's face immediately darkened, and an aura of anger could almost be seen coming from him, "I do not believe I heard you right...would you like to say that again?" he asked, leaning forwards slightly, and shifting his hand to reach into his undercoat and pull out just enough of his metal pipe that it was obviously visible.
Alfred's eyes went wide. "Alfred!" he blurted, trembling harder. He gasped and covered his mouth again. After a few more moments of trembling he still felt curious. "Wh-what do you want from me?"
Ivan smiled, his face back to normal again, and the dark aura fading. "You ask what I want from you? Well, Alfred, I want your body, your soul and your heart...I will break you, and I will make you mine," he leaned in very close to blonde haired boy, admiring the beautiful blue eyes up close, "And there is nothing you can do to stop me," he said, his eyes only half way open as he watched for the other's reaction contently.
Eyes widening, Alfred quickly shoved the man away. "Y-you fucking freak! What the fuck does that mean?" Oh god, did that mean he was going to be raped? Oh god...oh god, oh god, he was going to be like one of those anime chicks in hentai (and no he totally never watched hentai, that was first fucked up guys who couldn't get dates)!
Ivan was slightly surprised by the force behind the shove, but paid no mind to it, quickly plunging into action. In on swift movement he was on top of the teen, pinning the blonde haired boy's hands above his head, and leaned down next to Alfred's ear "It means, my dear Alfred, that I am going to fuck you, whether you like it or not, and then I am going to make you love me until your heart breaks in half," he whispered in a seductive tone, enjoying the feel of the small body beneath him.
Alfred yelped as he was pushed down so suddenly. He trembled, lip quivering as the Russian's words reached his ears. "Y-y-you..." He didn't know what to do. Should he scream? Should he kick him? What the fuck was he supposed to do? "Y-you fucking fag!" he shouted angrily. His eyes went wide. Oh god, had he really just said that? Oh fuck...now his ass was as good as raped.
Ivan flinched when the word escaped the teens mouth. The one word he hated hearing so much. But then again, what did I expect, the boy wasn't not gay...at least he didn't think he was, so of course he would say that. Ivan chuckled slightly at his thought, and then returned his attention to the lithe body trapped beneath him. He lowered his face down close enough that he could feel the heat coming from Alfred's cheeks, "Now, now, do not be so foul. It does not suit your pretty face," he said in a silky sweet tone, chuckling again, "you should save that for when I am fucking you into the mattress," he sneered, a large hand snaking down to the hem of Alfred's shirt, and crawling its way back up his tight stomach and chest, enjoying the soft heat.
Alfred let out another sharp screech of terror and surprise. He quickly shoved away the hand trying to molest him. "K-keep your hands to yourself!" he snapped angrily, pushing on the man's chest forcefully. He couldn't be raped! He was a goddamn hero, if he got raped then how the fuck was he supposed to conquer the villain! Which happened to be a man bigger than him in more ways than one...
Ivan shook his head, barely throttled by the smaller boys attempts to remove him, "Do not even try to rebuke me," he began, using one of his hands to pin both of Alfred's above his head. Ivan was already hard from all of this fighting, and he was perfectly aware of the fact that Alfred knew he was aroused. And he knew Alfred was surely horrified by his girth, "fighting back will only make it worse for you," he said, letting his free hand roam back up Alfred's shirt.
"N-no! Stop it you fucking asshole!" Alfred demanded, squirming and struggling. He tried to kick violently, hoping to hit the man in the nuts or something, or at least drive him away somehow. For fuck's sake, he was a seasoned football player and he couldn't kick off a guy at most two hundred pounds? Fuck, Alfred himself was nearly 180!
Ivan was starting to grow annoyed with Alfred's continuous attempts to kick him, "Alfred, try to kick me one more time, and I will cut off your thumb," Ivan warned a dark malicious glint in his eyes, "I am sure that is something you'd enjoy keeping, da?" he asked the question, knowing all too well the answer he would get.
Alfred gulped and went rigid, stilling his violent movements. He rather enjoyed all his limbs and appendages, he didn't want to lose any of them. "Wh-why are you doing this?" His dad didn't have enough money for a ransom or anything...
Ivan smiled, "I only have one reason," he began, leaning forwards slightly, turning his head so his lips brushed up against Alfred's' ear as he spoke, "Because I want," he licked the blondes ear sensually, "you."
Alfred shuddered. "What? N-no, stop it!" he demanded, struggling again, harder this time. "J-just, please stop, I'll do whatever you want, just- just please don't rape me or anything, please!" His voice was reaching a high note of hysteria, whimpering and trying to curl up in a ball to protect himself.
Ivan couldn't help letting himself laugh a bit at those words, "and you consider yourself a hero? What kind of hero would react in such a way, hmm?" Ivan could feel Alfred trying to curl up beneath him, but pressed him harder into the bed, "I have been watching you, Alfred. For a while now, I have been watching and waiting," Ivan said in a mere whisper, "I know much more about you than you think," he said, grinning, "I will use it to my advantage in this little game," he hummed out, "and if there is one thing I know better than anything," he trailed his free hand up to Alfred's head, to grasp onto the stray hair that stuck stubbornly up from his head. He had watched Alfred on more than one occasion through his window, using this piece of hair as extra stimulation while he was getting himself off, "is that it is not rape if you want it,"
Alfred let out a sharp gasp and squirmed. His cowlick had always had some sort of erotic stimulation for him, he never cared to figure out why (because, fuck, it was cool!). "Oh god, no!" he moaned, squirming harder beneath the man. "Y-you fuckin' stalker I- ahhn," Alfred let out a cute little mewl of surprise and pleasure.
Ivan laughed from deep in his throat, "Hmm...I suppose you could call it stalking...but I like to call it interest. You highly interest me, do you know that, Alfred?" he asked, feeling himself get even harder when Alfred mewled in pleasure and displayed a particularly delectable look on his face. He tugged on the hair a little bit, watching for a reaction.
Alfred whimpered and shivered. "D-don't touch that!" he shouted, bottom lip trembling as his voice quivered. "Y-y-you fucking p-pedo stalker..." Alfred mewled again and squirmed, hating himself for how his pants tightened with his rising cock. "Stop it, stop it, please," he begged, jaw clenching tightly.
Ivan ignored the insult, and smiled as he felt the bulge in the smaller boys pants. Ivan pulled his hand away from the hair, "Da, if that is what you want," he moved the hand slowly down to the rise in the fabric of the boys pants, "but then I will go down here," he unsnapped and unzipped the pants easily, pulling them down just enough so that he could teasingly nudge the arousal through the fabric of the blondes boxers.
Alfred shivered, biting his lip in order to keep from making noise. He refused to fulfill this bastard's sick fantasies. His hips twitched up into his captor's hand, beginning to shake slightly from resisting the urge to buck up and give in. But fuck no! He refused, he didn't want this! It was rape and it was wrong and he was going to kick some ass when he had the chance.
"Do not think I can not read you like a book, Alfred," Ivan said calmly, as he drug a finger along the length of Alfred's cock through the thin layer of cotton, "You want this, and you know you do," he said, leaning forward to bite on Alfred's neck, just hard enough to bruise, and then suck and lick on it.
Alfred shook his head, whimpering and trying to free his hands. "N-no, you're m-making me hard, I don't want this!" Despite his words, his traitorous body decided it was a totally good idea to thrust up into that teasing hand. "Ahh...st-stop, please," he whimpered, trembling harder. He moaned, lips parting in an 'o' shape as the Russian's hand traced his cock through his underwear.
"Nyet, I will never stop," Ivan said, satisfied when Alfred thrust up into his hand. He moved to the other side of Alfred's neck to leave another mark, all the while using his hand to slowly pull down the blondes boxers, exposing the pulsing hard on. "Hmm, you are getting so hard from this, Alfred," he said, engulfing the head of the cock in the palm of his hand, and slowly moving up and down.
Alfred let out a little gasp followed by a desperate mewl. He wasn't a stranger to a hand on his cock, his own hand frequented there quite a bit when he couldn't find a chick to bone at parties, but the big, cold hand stroking him now was...was...for lack of better words, good. "Ahhn...n-nooo, ah...mmmn~"
Ivan laughed to himself as Alfred's face knotted up in pleasure, "Hmm...I do not believe no is the word you are looking for." Ivan sped up just a bit, watching Alfred's flushed face.
Alfred shook his head, mouth falling open as he shuddered and reached climax, much to his utter embarrassment. He blushed red and squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to look at the man above him. It was far too embarrassing.
Ivan frowned, quickly wiping the cum that was on him hand onto the bed sheets. He used his now clean hand to turn Alfred's face towards him, and hold it there. "Alfred, from now on, you will look at me when you cum, unless you wish to lose a finger...or two," he said, looking into blue eyes, "Do you understand?" the question only had one answer.
Tears welled up in Alfred's eyes, whimpering but nodding, mostly out of fear. "Wh-why're you doing this to me?" he whimpered quietly, bottom lip trembling. He didn't like this, he wanted to go home. Having his father yell at him was so much better than being raped.
Ivan wiped away the tears with his hand, "I told you this already," he said, loosening his grip on Alfred's hands that were pinned above his head. He knew right after an orgasm Alfred would not be in any condition to attack. "I want to break every part of you," He kissed one of the bruises on Alfred's neck, "And make you mine."
Alfred didn't try to fight back, breathing harder from his orgasm. "B-but...but why?" he asked, pulling his arms down, mostly just to pull his shirt over his vital regions and shield them from the Russian's view as best he could.
The Russian man stood, shaking his platinum blonde hair, and making his way over to a cabinet on the other side of the room. He sighed as he walked, "Well, other than for your body, and strong will..." Ivan opened the cabinet, pulling out a few things that he needed, "I do not really know," he began to saunter back over to the bed.
"What...what are you getting?" Alfred struggled to sit up, propping himself up on his elbows. Wasn't molesting him and humiliating him by making him cum enough? "Please...n-no more, can I just go home? I promise I won't tell anyone about this!"
Ivan looked up from the objects he had in his hands "You are certainly diluted if you actually think you are going to leave...ever. Where ever I go, you will come with me," Ivan glared at him, "And if that is by force, then so be it," he finished, placing a bottle of lube, a gag, and rope on the side of the bed.
Alfred's eyes widened as he saw the items being placed on the bed. He began shaking, realizing this was actually going to happen to him. He sat up completely, but instead of doing the sane thing and running he grasped at his captor's coat. "P-please," he begged shakily, a few tears escaping him. "D-d-don't do this, please," he could barely get anything else out, his entire body shaking now.
Ivan peered down at Alfred clinging to his coat through the bottom of his eyes. A large smile slowly grew on his chilling face, "No amount of begging will help you escape your fate, my dear. Even if you manage to delay it, it will happen, in one fashion or another," he brought a gloved hand up to Alfred's leaking eyes, again brushing them away. He let his hand linger on the warm face, "I will have you," the evil words came out covered in a sickly sweet veil from the Russians lips. His hand moved to the back of Alfred's head, and he pushed his lips onto Alfred's soft pink ones.
Alfred gasped as he was kissed, pushing weakly against the Russian. He shivered, finding it hard to fight back in his muddled state. "Then...then at least don't hurt me...please," he begged, still clutching at the man's coat.
Ivan marveled at Alfred's begging face. It was a sight to behold. After a few short seconds of soaking in the blonde's submissive display, he chuckled, "Since you asked so nicely, I shall see what I can do," he declared finally, "but, I can not make any promises; after all, seeing your face twist in pain and pleasure is part of the fun for me," Ivan finished, pushing Alfred back down onto the bed slowly.
Alfred grit his teeth together and tried to quell his shaking. "J-just get it over with..." He wasn't a virgin the normal way, but he knew how men did it together and he had a feeling his ass would be quite sore following the act.
Ivan removed his coat, revealing a plain white shirt and pants, and then commenced to straddle Alfred. He decided to, for now, leave the rope for when he actually needed it. he instead grabbed the bottle of lube, and coated his finger in it, using his other hand to spread Alfred's legs. Once his fingers were coated, he leaned forward slightly, and pushed his index finger slowly into Alfred's tight hole.
Alfred let out a little gasp, cheeks going red as he realized it was from pleasure. "Ahh...wh-what are you doing to me?" he asked shakily, more wondering why it felt slightly good compared to how he imagined it being (veryveryverybad). He'd never thought it very straight to play with his ass, so he'd never bothered to see what it felt like shoving something up there.
Ivan smirked, pulling his finger back, and then pushing it back in again, enjoying the flushed look on the youngers' face, "You are a slut, hmmm?" he whispered haughtily into Alfred's ear, then bit it slightly.
"N-no!" Alfred whimpered, squirming and unconsciously spreading his legs for his captor. "I-I'm not," he retorted, gasping again as he felt that thick finger pumping in and out of him. "A-ahhn...mmnn..."
"I believe you are, Alfred," Ivan began, deciding to use his second finger now as well, "At least, for me you are acting like one," he finished.
"N-no, I'm not," Alfred whimpered, moaned and shuddering at the feeling of his muscles being stretched. Why was this feeling so good? It made his cock twitch and his insides tingle pleasantly.
Ivan smiled wickedly, grabbing onto Alfred's hard cock, "Then what is this, hmmm?" he asked in a sing-song voice, continuing his ministrations in Alfred's ass.
Alfred bucked up into the hand on his member, whining as it meant the fingers leaving him, forcing him to fuck himself down on the fingers invading him and thrust into the hand molesting him alternatively.
Ivan giggled slightly, entering a third finger into that tight ass, and scissoring it to loosen it up, "Oh Alfred, this makes it pretty obvious, does it not?" he asked yet another question with only one real answer.
Alfred mewled desperately and shook his head, whimpering. "No...I-I'm not...ohh~" Alfred's eyes fluttered shut and his hips twitched upwards. "Ahn...mmn~"
"Yes, Alfred, you are," he pulled his fingers out finally, and removed his hand from Alfred's cock, which was now covered with pre-cum. He pulled down his own pants and underwear enough to reveal his now rock hard member. This was really turning him on. He again grabbed for the lube, popping it open once again to cover his length with the gooey substance, and then threw it to the side, pulling Alfred's own pants completely off of him. He then spread Alfred's legs wider, and positioned himself in between them, his erect cock poking Alfred's hole, "You are my slut," with those last words, he thrust himself quickly all the way in that tight, engulfing warmth.
Alfred was about to let out a protest when he was filled so suddenly, sending him into a fit of spasms and emit a sharp cry of pain mixed pleasure. Tears slid down his cheeks. He was huge! He was long and thick and filled him up all the way to the brim! He could feel his muscles spread out to accommodate his captor's large cock painfully far.
Ivan let a small moan of pleasure as the body underneath him seemed to stretch, and warm around his cock. It was an amazing feeling, and he wanted more. Pulling out to the tip, he plunged all the way back in, beginning a steady pace. He leaned forward towards Alfred's face and kissed him hard on the lips, his tongue invading the other's cavern.
Alfred's mouth fell open on its own accord, allowing his captor entrance to his mouth as his body was wracked with spasms and rough shudders that made him arch his back from the mix of pain and pleasure. Alfred could feel something wet trickling between his legs and whimpered, knowing it was blood.
Ivan began to thrust a tad faster as he explored every corridor or Alfred's willing mouth. He felt the wetness of what was most certainly blood coming from Alfred, but ignored it, knowing that for now, Alfred would feel no immediate pain from it.
Alfred's hands made their way onto his captor's shoulders, nails digging into his skin and legs easily wrapping around his waist. "Tell me your name," he demanded as he panted and mewled. After a moment of silence he demanded again, "tell me your fucking name you bastard so I can scream it!"
Ivan snapped out of his daze, and grinned eerily, "Ivan...it is…Ivan," he was surprised that he had actually just told Alfred his name, but for some reason, it had just come out.
Shivering, Alfred clawed desperately at Ivan's back. "Fuck! Ahhn, y-your cock is huge," he moaned, bucking his hips down to meet his captor's thrusts. "Oh fuck, Ivan...oh god yes, fuck my ass!" he demanded, panting and drooling at this point.
Ivan laughed a bit at Alfred's enthusiasm. He sped up even more, burying himself deeper and deeper inside the sticky, sweaty body beneath him with each thrust.
Alfred let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he came, eyes rolling back in his head and going completely limp. He trembled as Ivan continued fucking him, whimpering at how his oversensitive ass was continuing to be stimulated.
Ivan continued to thrust into the limp body beneath him, searching for his own release. He quickly found it when Alfred clenched around him once more, creamy pink liquid oozing out around Ivan's now limp cock. He pulled out of Alfred's ass and looked down at the bed, which was now a mess of cum and blood.
Alfred whimpered at the feeling of being filled with cum. He awkwardly shifted his weight, the sticky, slick feeling between his legs unchanging. He reached up to his face, finding tears he hadn't even known he'd been crying and quickly covered his face, rolling onto his side into a ball. He couldn't believe himself. He was terrible. What sort of fucked up ass-slut kidnap victim enjoyed being raped?
Ivan looked at the form curled into a ball on the dirtied bed. He pulled his pants back up, and leaned forward to pick up Alfred bridal style. With that, he headed towards the door of the cabin.
Alfred tensed up as he was picked up. He clutched at Ivan's shirt to avoid falling, but still voiced his question, "What...what are we doing now?" Nothing humiliating he hoped. He didn't want anything bad to happen. What had he done to deserve this?
Ivan looked down at Alfred's face, smiling, "I am giving you a bath," he said as they walked outside into the warm noon sun, "I do not want you to get infected because you are dirty," he explained as he walked in the direction he knew there was a small fresh water creek, "That would be a pity, now wouldn't it?" he asked.
Alfred cringed under the sunlight. How long had he been out and stuck there? It had been in the middle of the night before... Alfred then realized he was naked in the arms of a man who had raped him. He paled, hoping no one would see them. He didn't care if it meant freedom, it also meant even more humiliation. "Th-then don't you have, like, a shower or something? Why do we have to be outside?"
Ivan furrowed his brows, "Well. that cabin is much too small to fit a bathroom in. But they say natural is always better," Ivan turned and smiled at Alfred again, "And in addition, this means I can bathe with you, since I have to be sure you will not try to escape. Although, even if you did, we are at least two hours away from and type of civilization, so it really would not matter," he explained in detail to Alfred, making sure that he understood all of this, "And that is just by car!" he added happily.
Shocked, Alfred took a few calming breaths and nodded. "Wait...then how did you get there so fast in the middle of the night, carrying me? I didn't see a car outside the cabin thing or whatever..." Alfred was a big boy, he had a lot of muscle and weight. He would have slowed walking quite a lot. Then again, Ivan was carrying him rather easily right then...
"Do not underestimate my strength, my dear," he said, as they came upon the creek finally, "I have climbed mountains carrying over half my body weight, and in the snow, I might add, and still managed to keep a steady, quick pace," he sat Alfred down on the edge of the bubbling water, and pulled off all of his clothes, getting into the water which came up to his belly. He waded over to Alfred, grabbing the hem of his shirt. "Hands above your head," he commanded simply.
Alfred sighed and lifted his arms, shivering when the cold seeped around him without the barrier of his shirt. "'S cold..." he grumbled pitifully, rubbing his arms to warm himself.
Ivan picked the boy up and turned him so he held the boy's tan back was flush to his chest. He brought his hands around the other's sides, keeping Alfred steady, while beginning to clean the dried up cum off of his legs under the water.
Alfred shivered, squirming in Ivan's lap uncomfortably. He could feel his soft cock pressing up against his behind and much to his terror he found it was amazingly huge even when flaccid. He whimpered, leaning back against his captor's chest as his tender flesh was rubbed and cleaned.
Ivan then proceeded to rub up, gently cleaning off the blood from Alfred's entrance. He relished the contact of the soft skin on his bare hands.
Alfred mewled as his hole was rubbed, much to his embarrassment. He squirmed and shook, trying not to find any obscene pleasure in the act. This wasn't supposed to be happening! Why was he suddenly so sensitive? Fuck, why was his ass sensitive anyway?
Ivan giggled at Alfred's reaction, and continued to prod and pry at the area, despite the fact that it was already cleaned.
Alfred whimpered and squirmed in his captor's lap, mewling as his entrance was played with. "I-I'm clean, stop it," he begged, moaning and shivering. He whined in distress, feeling Ivan's cock rubbing against him from behind once more.
"This is a real turn on for you, isn't it, Alfred?" he asked from right behind Alfred, continuing his teasing despite the blonde's protests.
"N-no, it i-i-isn't," Alfred whimpered, spreading his legs unconsciously for his captor. "I-I'm not...not like that" Alfred shifted, moaning as he ended up rubbing himself against Ivan's soft cock.
Ivan felt himself harden once again when Alfred began to rub back against him. He grinned, his other hand coming up to turn Alfred's head to the side so that they could kiss just as Ivan let his finger enter Alfred's tight ring of muscle.
Alfred gasped, the noise stifled by his captor's mouth. He mewled, shivering and bucking down against Ivan's invading finger, whimpering. He didn't know why he didn't push the bastard away or bite his tongue or something... It...felt good to be kissed like that.
Ivan smirked into the kiss, his finger sliding in and out of Alfred's ass, the only source of lubrication being the water flowing around them. He let his tongue and fingers work their magic, loving the little noises that periodically came from Alfred's mouth if they broke away slightly.
Alfred reached up and took a hold of Ivan's face, pushing him away to take a gasp of air. The small breaks in between kisses hadn't been enough for him. He took a moment to study his captor. Ashen blond hair with deep violet eyes and a strong Russian nose; not bad looking, not a super model's face either... He gasped as he felt something being prodded inside him that made him see stars and cry out.
Ivan chuckled, knowing he'd found that special spot. He continued, now using two fingers, "Alfred, you can not say you are not a slut when you are practically fucking yourself on my fingers," he taunted, the hand that had previously been holding Alfred's face hovered towards Alfred's quickly growing erection.
"No..." Alfred gasped, mewling at the feeling of Ivan's hard shaft rubbing against the cleft of his ass. He whimpered, hips rocking down on the fingers inside him...but it wasn't enough. "C-can...you..." He was too embarrassed and ashamed to ask for what he wanted, because he wasn't supposed to want it.
Ivan chuckled darkly "Can I do what, Alfred?" He asked in his deep, and thickly accented voice, "I don't know if you don't tell me~" Ivan teased.
"C-can you... G-get your fucking fingers out of me," he mumbled furiously, figuring conveying anger would be easier for him.
Ivan frowned, "Nyet. In fact, maybe I should put something else in side you," he said, his breath hitting the back of Alfred's neck, "Something much, much bigger," he said, the free hand which had been hovering near Alfred's cock moving up to that pesky strand of hair on the top of Alfred's head.
Alfred whimpered, leaning into the touch at his cowlick, embarrassed to say that that was exactly what he had been wanting to ask for. He decided to keep his mouth shut, finding it much less humiliating.
Ivan hummed slightly as he removed his fingers from Alfred's ass. He was already slightly stretched from last time, so that should be enough preparation. He looked at Alfred's flushed face, and smiled, "I suppose I will ask your opinion this time; doggy style, or military style; your choice,"
Alfred's cheeks burned. He didn't particularly want to change the position they were in. He didn't want to have to look at the man. "R-reverse cowgirl," he muttered despite the fact that that wasn't among his choices.
Ivan's eyes widened, but then he smiled. He leaned back, "Alright then," he said, lifting Alfred's hips up slightly and then eased his cock slowly into Alfred's ass until it was in all the way to the hilt,
"Now," he began, "How do you say... Ride'm, cowgirl?" he felt unsure with his words, but he knew this comment would irk the other, which made it all the more reason to use it.
Alfred's cheeks burned with humiliation. "A-at least say cowboy instead..." he mumbled, moaning and eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling that overtook him with penetration. He rocked his hips for delicious friction, mewling as he managed to brush up against that one spot. At least with this position he could take some control... Alfred leaned back, placing his hands on Ivan's chest for leverage and rolling his hips down.
Ivan moaned slightly at the tight warmth that engulfed him with every downward thrust Alfred gave. He continued to play with Alfred's little stray hair, knowing it would make it even more amazing for both of them.
Alfred mewled, bucking and thrusting downwards as Ivan played with his cowlick. He whimpered, tongue hanging out as he panted, muscles clenching and spasming around the large member inside him. "Oh god..." A little drool escaped him, making it even more embarrassing.
Ivan bit, nipped and sucked on Alfred's neck and shoulders, loving the way the lithe body ate his whole length with such a tight, warm grip.
"Ahhn...n-no, please, no hickeys..." Alfred whimpered, desperately rocking against Ivan's cock to gain more friction and some relief. He blushed with embarrassment at how eager he sounded. He didn't want to sound eager...he didn't want to sound like anything but disgusted!
"I will mark you where ever I wish to," Ivan growled in a demanding tone against Alfred's neck, "Your body is mine now, I shall do to it as I see fit," he said, moving the hand that had been lingering on Alfred's hip bone to grab onto to his hard cock, and slowly begin to pump it.
Alfred whimpered, bucking into the hand on his cock. "I-I...I don't want...want to belong to anyone... Please don't say things like that..." His lips parted in a small 'o' shape as he managed to move so that Ivan struck that one spot inside him spot on.
"Alfred, my darling," he whispered between moans, "I own you," he whispered, his voice cold, and chilling to the bone, "You. Are. Mine," he said, making a point to thrust particularly hard into Alfred.
Alfred cried out and reached his climax, going limp on top of his captor. He moaned, eyes rolling back in his head at how Ivan's cock continued to throb and pulse inside of him, making him twitch and shake from the pleasure.
Ivan came shortly after Alfred, the cum flowing into the clear water as he pulled out. He sat down on a small ledge just beneath the water, and pulled up Alfred's body so that he was lying across Ivan's legs, his head and torso cradled in Ivan's strong arms. He looked down at the beautiful sky blue eyes which looked rather tired. He giggled, "You look too cute!"
Alfred groaned, grimacing and pushing at Ivan's chest. "P-please...no more, my ass hurts..." he whimpered, squirming in his captor's grasp. "I-I can't take anymore, i-it's too big," Alfred stammered, eyes watering and body shaking as he started to cry. He was so ashamed of himself...
Ivan giggled, "Silly, do not cry, I am not going to push you past you limits," He said, picking up Alfred in his arms again, and walking out of the creek. He sat Alfred down in a patch of grass and put Alfred's shirt back on him. "That would not be any fun at all!" he said, putting back on his own clothes quickly before picking Alfred back up again and heading back to the cabin for them to take some well needed rest.
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