Precious Silk
Chapter two : The Prey
When Yao finally woke from his slumber, his blurry eyes moved here and there. He groaned softly, under the pain of a horrible headache. He moved his head sluggishly and threw it back, looking at a dark sky. Or was it the ceiling? He didn't know. He tried to bring a hand to his face, wanting to rub his eyes, but his hand never reached his face. He even felt a slight resistance, but maybe it was only gravity. He groaned some more and waited, until he felt his head being forcefully moved down. There were fingers holding his jaw, and even with his blurry vision, he realized that there was a man there. He shut his eyes tight, hoping that this vision would disappear, that he would see the blue sky above his head and not those dark, wooden shades. But even this touch on his skin didn't disappear. And so he opened his eyes once more. His eyes were less blurry, and so he was able to recognize this pale complexion and those mysterious purple eyes. Suddenly, he remembered all that had happened. His eyes widened a little, as he remembered the Russian assaulting him and putting a rag soaked in chloroform against his mouth and nose. Suddenly, his eyes were less blurry, as they looked from those eyes to this sweet, indulgent smile. His voice came out weak and raspy. "I-Ivan...?"
Hearing the sweet Asian mention his name made Ivan smile happily. He gently stroked his cheek with his thumb, and this skin felt so smooth under his fingers. "Hello, Yao."
The Chinese swallowed hard and struggled to free himself from the ropes that bound him to the chair. He could barely move, and the more he struggled, the more he felt pain his his limbs. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked through clenched teeth. He pulled his head away from Ivan's grasp, glaring at him now. He looked around himself and noticed a window. And all he could see through it was a white landscape. Well, he knew it was snow, but it was dark, very dark. He knew this was Russia. Of course it was. He looked at it for barely a second. Already, this hand was grabbing his jaw again, forcing Yao's eyes to look in those deep, purple pools. "As you may know, the Russian winter is cold and lonely... I just wanted you to share some of your warmth with me."
Yao's eyes were filled with distrust. He pulled his head again and shifted his weight out of discomfort. He knew that while Ivan was looking, there was no way he could escape this house. But then again, how was he going to flee? He was bound tightly to this chair, his wrists were bound and tied to this chair, there was nothing much he could do. Even his ankles were bound together. It was as if the Russian had planned all this... It sure was not a reassuring thought. "You want me to share my warmth with you? I'll punch you in the face, I promise the wound will feel warm."
Ivan giggled at the threat. It was always amusing to have a tiny Chinese man pretend like he had any power over the Russian, who was physically much stronger than him. "Oh Yao. You know what I mean by warmth." The Asian frowned and shook his head. "No I don't know. Now untie me before I-"
He went quiet. He went as silent as a tomb. Without any warning, Ivan's hand has entered his shirt. And soon enough, those fingers were wandering his skin, counting his ribs, skimming his sides, caressing his stomach and teasing his nipples. Yao was speechless, at least for a few moments. So this is what he meant by warmth. He quickly reacted and squirmed in the other man's hold. "No, no, stop! Don't touch me-" He was silenced by Ivan's lips against his own. He felt the Russian get more passionate already. His breathing was louder, and those hands were a bit more frenetic already. Yao kept his jaw clenched and pulled his head away, disgusted. "You smell like vodka! You're disgusting!" The Russian groaned softly and tried claiming those soft lips again, but Yao kept moving his head away, managing to protect himself from a violation of his boundaries. That is, until Ivan grew tired of this: he gripped Yao's hair tightly and yanked it back, forcing him to expose his neck and stay still. Yao kept himself from screaming in pain, as the Russian kissed him on the lips, sloppily. The saliva that the Asian could feel against his lips and flowing on his cheeks was sickening. But when he felt this tongue shove itself down his mouth all the way to his throat, he felt himself gag, before he bit this tongue, this disgusting, wet muscle that had dared venture his territory. Ivan jumped and whimpered from the sudden pain, his tongue recoiling inside his mouth and his hands letting go of this soft, silky black hair. Yao glared at him, defiantly.
Ivan stood still for a moment, watching the smaller man with a surprised and pained expression. But soon he glared back. "Rossiya does not want children who can't play nice..." Yao opened wide eyes, but he couldn't protest as Ivan gripped his shirt and harshly tore it open. The Chinese gasped, both in surprise and in fear, and struggled even more. Ivan smiled again, a rather cruel smile, as he licked this soft skin. Yao shivered and tried to pull away, but of course it didn't work. Ivan latched on one of the Asian's nipples and licked it, a little harshly. He sucked on it, until it was erect and changed colour. Yao shivered and, despite the fact that he didn't want to like it, it still aroused him a little. This was true torture. Ivan moved to the other nipple and licked it but, unlike the other, he bit it. Yao jumped and yelled in pain. "Ah! Stop it, it hurts!" Ivan didn't comply and merely bit it more, twisting it between his teeth. He then let go, looking at his own bite marks on the smaller man's chest. "I will make sure that Yao wants me. Soon, you will be begging for more."
Yao scoffed, despite the pain. "I don't think this will ever happen." Ivan frowned a little. "We will see about this, Yao. Don't underestimate the man who loves you." He then touched Yao's member through his pants. Yao gasped and tried to move away, but there wasn't much room for him in his seat. Ivan kept caressing the Chinese male's manhood. Soon, his hand found its way in those pants. Yao gasped and this time, a soft whimper escaped his mouth. "Please, don't..." Ivan pulled the member out and looked at it. It wasn't very big, but it was in a nice, albeit small erection. He kept looking at it with a smile. "See, Yao? I think you are liking this."
Ivan then pulled out his own erection. When Yao turned his head away, Ivan growled and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at it. "You see this? You see my dick? Soon, you will be choking on it and you will like it. Soon, it will be inside your little butt and you will scream for more. You'll only be fed on my seed, so you better get used to it." He was rather angry, and so he didn't really think what he was saying. Yao stared at this erection with wide eyes, he swallowed hard and then looked up in Ivan's eyes. This couldn't be true. He could not be serious. But then, Ivan used his free hand and started to touch himself. The Asian looked at it for a minute, before he shut his eyes tight. Ivan's hand gripping his hair was painful, and it looked like every stroke of the member made Ivan's grip get tighter. It felt like he was about to tear Yao's hair off. Yao's eyes were shut, but he could still hear Ivan's obscene moans of pleasure, and he could feel the tip of it poke his face from time to time. It was desperately sickening. The moans were louder and louder, and Yao soon thought that he was about to release. "At least, get this thing away from my fa-" He couldn't finish his sentence. He felt the warm, sticky milk shoot in his face, in his hair, even in his mouth. Ivan sighed in pleasure and finally let go of Yao's hair. He then scooped his seed away from Yao's face, before he stuck his fingers inside Yao's mouth. "You swallow this for me, alright?" Before the Chinese could protest, he put a hand on those lips and kept the mouth shut. Yao felt humiliated. He opened one eye and glared at the Russian, feeling sick to his stomach, his whole body shaking. How could this be happening? He finally swallowed the seed. He wasn't going to cry. No, he wasn't going to let Ivan see his tears. "Good boy," Ivan said, before he sat in a nearby couch, needing to rest after unloading his seed on another male.
Yao finally gave up. He really had to leave this house. Ivan got up, kissed his cheek and whispered loving words in his ear, before he finally left the room.
"Ya tebya lyublyu."
Those were the words that made Yao's eyes fill with tears. If he loved him so, why had he done this? Why had he covered Yao in his seed? Why was he humiliating the Asian?
Why did it hurt so much?
