Carcass Among Sunflowers

Kiku was taken to another room, resembling his own he once had in Japan, the Russian boy who bought him had made it almost too much like home. He was dumped on a futon set up on the floor, his kimono coming undone by the second, the sleeves falling off.

"Da… You're very pretty." Ivan began to take off his coat. "I'd like to see what you're capable of." The coat fell to the floor along with a pair of pants and a belt.

"No, get away…" Kiku could only look in horror and quiver in the high anxiety of the moment as Ivan force him under the sheets.

"Stay right here." Ivan closed the door. "Da… I need to make sure you can last long in my world." He got back under the sheets, finding the Japanese boy covered in sweat.

"No…"

"Da." The Russian said, holding his servant like a child to a stuffed animal. Putting his fingers to the Japanese boy's lips he smirked. "Lick them. That's an order."

Kiku was scared out of his mind, no words could describe such sick and demented horror. Wanting to be dead would be better than being sold off to this cruel and poor excuse for a human being. That is if he was at all human… He was pure evil.

"I said lick them." The Russian repeated, forcing his fingers into the other boy's mouth and swirling them around. "You need to be good in order for your family to keep eating…"

He remembered that much. His family back home would starve if not for him being sold. So he swallowed his pride (quite literary) coating the other boy's fingers in saliva.

"Da, very good." The Russian took back his fingers, his hand now going down the Japanese boy's back. "Now I need to see if you're big enough to handle such a big responsibility…"

"What are you-?" A twisting and sharp pain shot up his rectum, something going inside it. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

"I told you I needed to see if you were big enough." He moved his fingers around, listening to his victim's screams of pain in ecstasy.

"Stop it…" Kiku could only whimper, clawing into Ivan's back, feelings his flesh and blood under his fingernails. "Please, I can't take it." He relieved himself, white liquid staining the sheets.

"It doesn't look like you can survive that long… You need to learn how to hold and release…" Ivan rubbed his fingers through the boy's ebony hair. "It's fine… I'll teach you how. We're going to be good friends."

And thus, Kiku's torture only began…