***Hi everyone! As always, before I begin thank you so much for all of your support. I'm really glad how things have been taking off and your words of encouragement have definitely helped me.
Just as a warning, this chapter does deal with rape and drugs. I know that if you've read all these chapters by now you might be okay with whatever shit I throw your way, but I always just like to warn my readers. Enjoy!*** ; )
"I know it's only nine hundred dollars right now, but I'll get you the extra two hundred by the end of this week, I promise!" Arthur begged as he kneeled in front of the Russian man. "I know it's no excuse… but I'm behind on the rent, I can't afford food. I-I'm just so hungry and dirty, a filthy excuse for a human being… but I'll try harder. I swear!"
The Russian tutted and shook his head at the man who begged before him. "Oh, Arthur. What on earth do you expect me to do with you?"
He sighed. The one thing Arthur absolutely detested about Ivan was that he could never know how his dealer was going to react that night. No emotion ever crossed his face. Just vacant eyeballs that stared into nothing, and a smile that never revealed the man's true emotions.
The drug lord ran a hand through Arthur's short blond locks. "Now, Arthur. I want you to tell me something. What usually happens when you are late with my money?"
The Englishman's eyes shone emerald green as the tears threatened to fall down his pale face. "You have your way with me." He stated with a frightened gulp.
Ivan nodded. "Yes, that's a good Arthur." He said as his grip tightened in Arthur's hair.
The Brit held back a gasp, but this only made Ivan's grip even tighter until Arthur's eyes watered. "M-master, please!"
The Russian released his hold on the other man. "Take off your pants and turn around." He demanded. Even though they were in a dirty alley, Ivan could care less. He was very proud of his naked form, especially his cock and he made sure that everyone knew it.
Arthur, on the other hand, was very insecure about his more feminine form. Even though previous lovers in the past assured him he was beautiful, the Englishman never believed any of them. The Brit slept around quite often, but he was just never able to find the right man.
"Because you failed to make the proper payment, I am not going to prepare you. Let this be a lesson." Ivan growled deep in his throat.
Arthur whimpered into the concrete floor. This was not the first time that Ivan did not use lube. One way that helped him to get through this was to grind his teeth back and forth to ignore the throbbing pain inside him. Grinding one's teeth was a nasty habit, but so was having unprotected sex in filthy allies.
The British man screamed to fight off the first wave of pain. This was also routine for him. Next came Ivan's merciless pounding. Arthur found a couple of stones next to him on the ground. He gripped these tightly in both of his hands until they burned like fire.
"You can do it, almost there." Ivan encouraged. The Russian was usually surprisingly gentle with his words after invading his victim's most sensitive area. He did not lighten up with his thrusts, however. "I need to keep going until I make you moan. Almost there."
It was then that Arthur heard the strangest words that have ever come out of Ivan Braginsky's mouth. "It'll be so cold soon. I hate winter, but you'll keep me warm. A lover like you will always keep me warm."
'Don't let hm know you are crying.' The blond thought to himself. 'Emotions make him snap. Stay still like a log. Stay still until it is over. The only thing he wants is to hear you moan and scream. Make them good and he'll go away.'
Ivan came quicker than Arthur had anticipated, and he let a sigh of relief escape when it was over.
The Russian hummed in contentment. "Nice doing business with you again, Arthur. Take a bag for your troubles, but I want you to sell the rest by Friday."
By now, Arthur knew not to question the ways of Ivan Braginsky. He was either satisfied with your services, or disappointed. It really all depended on how good the man's day was.
"Thank you, sir." The Brit said as he took the bag of cocaine that his boss let him have for free.
Ivan shrugged. "don't mention it. It's for your troubles. You may be absolute shit at keeping track with your money, but I will admit that you make a fantastic whore."
Arthur decided it would be a good idea to leave before Ivan could suck him into anything else for that night. Since he was still in a lot of pain from his recent encounter, he made his way to a different alley to rest for a little while. That bitch of a boss Ivan gave him four bags to sell by the end of the week, and it was already Tuesday. Oh well, at least he could enjoy one for free to forget about all of his troubles.
Yes, Alfred was Arthur's manager by day, but Ivan was his Lord by night. Since he was a single guy living in San Francisco, he had to have two jobs in order to make ends meet. However, the office job he had during the day was the highest paying job he could find, and he really did not want to give that position up for a job that paid less. Besides, Ivan paid pretty good, and all he had to do was watch his expenses throughout the week.
'Shit.' Thought Arthur as he woke up a few hours later. 'Now I have to find a cab to take me home at this time of night, maybe grab a burger and take a shower before work.' It was 3am, so the British man had at least five hours to do everything mentioned, even though he knew he would feel like garbage by the time he got home, and the rest of his day would probably go downhill from there. Since he already had a shitty night, he dreaded how Francis was going to make his day even shittier. Maybe he would be so exhausted he would just pass out in a bathroom stall with his head in the toilet.