Alfred put a stick of gum in his mouth, chewing it up and enjoying the strong orange flavor that it gave him. He smiled blissfully, watching the small clouds above him roll by on the slightly windy day. It wasn't raining though and it was a decent temperature, so there was that. He blew a bubble of pink gum before it snapped, content with leaning against the wall of some random building. He wondered if his agent would call him with news on if he got another job sometime soon. Maybe in Paris again, that was a great place. He sighed at the thought of it.
Ivan walked down the street, the bright sunshine sparkling over the lead faucet pipe he held in his hands as he scanned the area in search of the male he was looking for. The little slut he had lost so long ago, who had escaped him by jumping into the spotlight where if he was touched a major investigation would take place, one that at the time, just rising to power himself, he could not afford to risk.
Ivan grinned as Alfred writhed under his fingertips, pinching and circling his nipples with the pads of his thumbs and pointer fingers, legs clenched around the blonde's waist to keep him where Ivan wanted him. Grunting at the stimulation to his chest, Alfred squirmed under the other's grip, but it didn't get him very far, "Ivan..." He panted.
"Da?" He asked, gyrating his hips against Alfred's trapped pelvis and pulling harshly at the flesh between his fingers, an aroused shock jolting his own body as he watched them harden turn a dark vivid purple against his tan flesh and eyed the matching hickeys that decorated the prostitute's neck. "Do you want something Alfred?"
Alfred moaned, trying to move his hips up to meet Ivan's to wanting friction back desperately. He nodded, eyes looking at Ivan half-lidded, a large blush covering his face, "Y-yes...p-please..."
Ivan grinned in the sadistic pleasure of prolonging the moment Alfred was waiting for, the pleasure of playing with this body mercilessly as the minutes ticked by. "Tell me Alfred. What is it you want from me?"
The blond whined slightly at being teased, "I want you to fuck me!"
"Louder Alfred. I can't hear you~"
"I want you to fuck me, okay?" Alfred said louder, more desperately.
Ivan's hand trailed to his ass, rubbing at the puckered muscles clenched tightly around the small vibrator he'd slid in before they started this session. "How much do want me? Would you have me even if I could not pay for you?"
"F-Fuck yes. Just please fuck me!" Alfred groaned, trying to move his hips again to try and get more friction.
The dominant male removed the slick toy, spreading him with both hands to stare at the puckered opening with a smirk. "Alfred, I'm going to enter you now. What do you say when I give you something so important?"
"Please yes! Thank you!" The blond said, moving his hips up into Ivan's hands slightly.
Ivan slid upward and moved his hips to meet Alfred's, swiftly spearing him onto his erect organ in one smooth moment, before setting his rhythm without waiting for the smaller man underneath him to get used to it. They had been playing long enough that he should be ready, and if not? Well, it was the boys own fault. He had begged for this after all...
Moaning loudly, the blonde moved his hips back against the rhythm, greedily trying to get more of Ivan to fill him, craving the rough pace, back arching slightly in pleasure.
He thrust into the tight smooth heat that was Alfred Jones, his cock swelling inside of it as he felt the muscles tighten around him as though still virgin even after all the times Ivan had used this toy of Mewling, Alfred obviously enjoyed the huge length inside of him, "Aghn...Ivan...harder, please..." He whimpered wantonly.
And being as kind as he was, and as aroused as he felt, the Russian gave in, moving deeper into the blonde with each swift thrust of his hips. So that not too long after, Alfred let out a loud moan of pleasure, back arching up and toes curling slightly, "I-Iv- nmm..."
Ivan moaned as each time he found the other man's prostate he felt those muscles ripple around his cock, at this rate it wouldn't be long before he came. He dove into the blonde increasing his pace tweaking and tugging his nipples. He would make his toy cum before him without an ounce of stimulation to the organ that made him a man and find oh so much satisfaction in doing so.
Gasping out at all the stimulation, Alfred continued making wanton sounds, desiring Ivan to even touch his length, to increase the pleasure that made him see white with each thrust that the larger man gave, "'m close..." He whined.
Ivan leaned close to Alfred, biting and nibbling at his ear before speaking his command into it. "Then cum."
Panting heavily, Alfred bit his bottom lip, closing his eyes a moment before he screamed out Ivan's name, arching into the taller man as the white liquid spilled out of his length. Leaving Ivan to bury himself to the hilt, balls planted firmly against Alfred's ass as he released his own warm seed into the blonde's tight hole, cumming with the pleasure of physiological fulfillment and the satisfaction of putting his pretty blonde to to use. "Ah. Fredka... My Fredka... I will never let you go."
Never.
But his blonde little slut, his prostitute, his toy, the bird he'd managed to place within a gilded cage had run. Had run as far away as he could get from Ivan, all the while spiraling just out of reach in plain sight.
Ivan shook his head, trying to clear his head of the rage that matched the sun's brilliant rays and making sure his men were in place behind him. His little whore was to be off the stage for a while, or so he'd heard, and should be vacationing right around here somewhere and if he found the little cumslut he'd make sure he couldn't disrespect Ivan with his actions ever again. Words however, well, Alfred's feistiness had always been part of the turn on.
Alfred pulled out his cell phone to look at the time. He wanted to avoid the lunch crowd, so perhaps he could go in a little bit. He had been window-shopping awhile before, but there wasn't anything he wanted from any of the stores, so it was more just wandering around uselessly. Though he had been happy when quite a few people had recognized him.
He smiled with that happiness before moving away from the wall and stretching, looking out onto the street not too far away from him. It was nice to be noticed for his current profession. It just showed how good he was at it and how popular he was. That was always good.
Ivan finally spotted the blond supermodel, walking down the sidewalk a ways in front of them in jeans that clung to his tight ass, and that oversized bomber jacket of his, that he wore despite the nice weather of today. The large Russian smiled in a way that seemed more likely to kill joy than to have come from joy and rubbed his pipe in a nearly suggestive manner. He had finally spotted his prey.
Oblivious to the person now following him, he continued walking with great luxury as he passed the stores on the side of the sidewalks, glancing in a couple of them momentarily to see what they had, but his real aim was finding a McDonalds, it has always been his favorite place to eat ever since he was little. Maybe he would even see more people who knew him.
The Mafioso found it surprisingly easy to go approach his prey from behind. Alfred had obviously forgotten the days when he had to grovel and hide from the men of the street, staying tense and alert because if he didn't he might end up raped or murdered or an interesting combination of both. But that was all right with Ivan, it just made this easier, so much easier, for him. He grinned sadistically as he reached out with his leaden weapon to tap his old employee on the shoulder.
At the strange, heavier and colder tap on his shoulder then a normal finger could produce, Alfred paused in walking to turn around. However, the sight made him pale, "I-Ivan?" No, that couldn't be right, and even if it was, how could Ivan have found him? "W-what are you doing here?" He asked nervously. Ivan was known for his...violence after all. So anything that Ivan wanted with him couldn't be good, especially after...well everything that had happened between them before he had left and gotten a more respectable job. He glanced around a bit nervously, looking for exits out of instinct.
Ivan's smile maintained as he rested his pipe across Alfred's should blades, making the younger man turn with him and walk through the group of his men, heading forward on the sidewalk that would get them back to his car. "I came to town personally looking for you Alfred, you should feel special. I went all out of my way to find you."
He tried moving back against the force pushing him forward, but that didn't do a lot. He glanced nervously at what was obviously some of Ivan's men, "You really didn't need to do that, but you know, it was great catching up with you Ivan, we should do this some other time. Cause I kind of have to be somewhere, you know people expecting me and all that." He lied, Ivan never was one to care about such things, but still, he could hope. He tried to duck out under Ivan's pipe to get away.
Ivan's smile turned coy as he tilted his head to the side, he knew this game and today he was willing to play it only because he knew he would win, and he very much enjoyed winning. "Alright then Alfred," He gave in, stepping away from the male sex symbol. "I meant to meet your brother today anyway. What was his name? Mat correct? Little Matvey, I have not seen him in so long, but I recently found out that he lives at 1669 Maple Dr. In this very town!"
He was about to leave, not going to question Ivan's seemingly kind mood until he was out of range and somewhere safe with lots of witnesses. But he froze at the mention of his brother, the whole reason he had asked for a vacation here so he could visit him. So that was what Ivan was playing at. He narrowed his eyes, "You leave Mattie alone." Alfred growled. He wouldn't usually try picking a fight with Ivan, but the other always seemed to be looking for one. And he would gladly fight the larger man if it were about his brother.
Alfred's response simply served to amuse Ivan, as he chuckled and held his pipe aside, leaving himself wide open as a dare to his feisty spirited whore. "Or what?" He asked confidently, knowing that with his resources he would always have the upper hand. "I have the right to see Matvey as I would like. He probably even has kind memories of me."
The blond narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Ivan. He didn't know what Ivan was hoping to get out of all of this in the long run but he certainly didn't want the other around his brother. Alfred looked at Ivan, who had exposed himself, but the other still had the pipe...he wondered if he could make it. Oh well, he never was one for thought. He moved forward, fists curled and taking a punch at Ivan's face at the challenge.
Well well well, the slut actually had the guts to do it. And Ivan. Well, Ivan let him do it. It meant the blond was willingly coming to him, initiating the first piece of physical contact and Ivan was highly amused by it. When the blonde tried to step back, away from Ivan he found Ivan's pipe behind him, pushing against his ass until he stumbled forward into the arms of the large Russian man.
Alfred blinked in the confusion of what just happened, instead of hitting the man and stepping out of range or even getting hit over the head with the pipe, he had fallen into his former boss's arms. He was frozen for a moment, strange sense of familiarity coming over him this close to Ivan. Alfred pushed back, trying to stand up properly and away from the other.
Ivan did not allow him such freedom, still holding him close, smiling down at his toy. HIS toy. "Alfred, I'm far more interested in you than I am Matvey, if you just listen he'll never have to know about the little bomb I planted in the boiler room while both of you were at lunch. So you had best obey me child."
Freezing completely at the words, he stared up at Ivan, "You didn't." Alfred said, eyes wide. He wouldn't be all too surprised if Ivan was serious, but that was way too far, even for Ivan...well okay maybe not, but it was Mattie. Sweet, innocent, little Matthew, "You wouldn't!" Everybody liked Matthew; he always got on people's good sides, no matter how much of a jackass they were. Unlike Alfred who seemed to have a God-given gift to piss off more people then he could ever please. Example: Ivan apparently.
The big Russian's response was hardly reassuring as he affirmed what he did with a nod and a comforting pat on Alfred's back. "If you choose to disobey I will give you a warning by blowing up Matvey's house when you two are not in it, perhaps killing a couple neighbors in the process. Then if you still do not listen to me I will simply take your brother and leave you here. Alone. If you come to me within 24 hours after I take him I will free him. If not I will start trying to seduce him. But if you are good I will reward you."
Right 'reward' which could simply mean that he could get less tortured then what Ivan was thinking...if torture was what Ivan was thinking. Still, Ivan was talking about murdering innocent people. That wasn't good, but neither was simply giving in. He kind of liked his life as it was Ivan-free, but apparently that was coming to an end. No way would he let Ivan try seducing Matthew either, that was not a life he wanted for his brother, "And what exactly do you want with me again?" Alfred questioned suspiciously.
"I want your services again Alfred." He replied, lifting Alfred into his arms as he continued walking, "I want you to be my slut."