Ivan awoke at his normal time, pushing Alfred out of bed for rollcall and breakfast. "You're coming to breakfast," he told him, not leaving it up for debate. "You need to eat- I don't like it when my cellmates get too thin." It always seemed to happen for some reason, he had yet to realize why.
Alfred hissed as he fell onto his back, instantly reminding him of the tattoo that was embroidered into his skin. It wasn't nearly as painful as the day before, but it was definitely aching. Though the pain in his ass seemed to have resided by this point. Great. He essentially traded up one pain for another. So far, the pain the tattoo brought seemed to be worse.
Standing up to his feet, the blond gave Ivan a petulant look. "Dude, my back feels even worse than it did yesterday! I don't want to go to breakfast...in fact, I feel a little queasy..."
"You already missed all the meals yesterday- you can't miss another meal today," Ivan huffed as he crossed his arms. "You shouldn't be losing weight here, and if you miss meals that is exactly what will happen." He disliked when they got so skinny- nothing to grab on to, and they looked like he could break them in half. That didn't sound like it would be a good look on Alfred.
"Well then that's my problem, right?" Alfred glared at the man, though his face grew a little pale. He really felt nauseous. And he wasn't sure if it was due to the lack of food or because of the pain from the tattoo.
Alfred's reluctance didn't sit well with Ivan. "It's my problem too- because I don't like it when my cellmates get thin. And especially not when they're my bitches." He took care of the things that he liked. "You're not going to miss breakfast, you're coming with me even if I have to force you- and that will be much more painful than if you cooperate with me."
The blond grimaced, his face starting to break out into a sweat due to his queasiness. "Ivan, seriously, I don't feel so hot. It hurts to stand..." He wobbled a little, dizziness beginning to seep into and fog his vision. Leaning on the Russian, he grasped onto his sleeve to keep himself from tipping over. His stomach felt like an empty pit, collapsing on itself in hunger. Maybe Alfred could use to eat something.
Ivan rolled his eyes and grabbed Alfred around the middle, tossing him over his shoulder and promptly carried him out towards the cafeteria. "I'm not going to let you skip this meal- I can carry you if it really hurts that bad, but you're just weak with hunger. You'll get over it with something in your stomach."
Alfred flushed from embarrassment as the man threw him over his shoulder, but didn't complain. He realized that he did in fact need to eat something, and he knew he wouldn't be able to walk to the cafeteria on his own with ease. The blond wasn't particularly fond of the position in which Ivan decided to carry him; however, he didn't comment on it. Being carried in any manner would have been embarrassing, why bother. Keeping his mouth shut, the boy just closed his eyes and tried to make himself comfortable as Ivan took him to the cafeteria.
Ivan carried him out to the cafeteria and set him down on their table and got up to get them food. "I'll get you your breakfast, don't worry about a thing." He would get it for him, regardless. He wasn't going to just let Alfred go without his food.
Alfred forced a small, barely-there smile as he muttered a "thank you" under his breath. He was still furious with the man for...well, everything, and he still hated him, but he'd try to be appreciative whenever gratitude was due. Mostly to appease Ivan though. Maybe the Russian wouldn't be so harsh on him if he were nicer. Though he refused to follow Ivan's bullshit rules. Calling him "sir", sticking by his side at every turn, obeying all of his orders...like hell if Alfred was just going to lie down and take that sort of treatment.
Ivan disappeared to get their trays and soon returned with Alfred's food. "I just got you all they had." he hadn't thought about what Alfred would like, he just wanted to get him to eat, whether he liked it or not. "Now eat it." He wasn't going to stand for Alfred not following this order- he would force feed him if he absolutely had to.
The pit in his stomach aching him to the core, Alfred slowly picked up his fork and dug in. He was partially glad that Ivan had gotten him so much food...he felt like he could eat a bus at this point, he was so famished. Not sparing Ivan a second glance, he continued to shove the food down his throat.
Ivan ate his food slower than Alfred, though he didn't think anyoen was eating as fast as Alfred right then. "Don't eat too fast or you'll get sick." Eating so little and then eating so much all at once could send his body into shock. Of course, that possibly only applied to not eating for much longer. Oh well, Alfred would figure it out for himself.
Alfred rolled his eyes, but tried to comply...just a little. He did have to slow down to breathe afterall. Yeah, that was it.
"That's better." Ivan nodded and finished up his breakfast, then waited for Alfred. "I was thinking of going to the weight room, would you care to join me?" He would like to get Alfred in the habit of going there regularly. "Of course, if you're still to weak then we can head back to the cell." But that was boring.
Alfred was starting to feel much better now that he had some food in him. Though he gave Ivan a cautious look, "...You're not trying anything funny, are you?" Last time he had to go somewhere, the man put a tramp stamp on his back! He really didn't want a repeat.
"If I take you anywhere other than the weight room you can run." But he wouldn't guarantee Alfred protection from a punishment if he did that. "You should get into the habit of working out, you could go soft! Not that you aren't already soft." Alfred looked like the type who could do extremely well in prison if only he buffed up a little more.
Quirking an eyebrow at that, Alfred asked cynically, "...Do you want me to get muscular enough to kick your ass? How does this benefit you in any way?" The boy, at this point, had made up his mind that Ivan was quite the selfish bastard. What would he possibly have to gain from all of this? It seemed improbable that he truly thought Alfred should work out to get rid of his "softness."
"Trust me, you wouldn't be able to 'kick' my ass if you tried, even after weeks of working out." Ivan could hold his own, despite how thick he looked, rather than buff. "You can stand to lose some weight, too." Okay, he was starting to lay it on a bit thick. But maybe he would hit home and get one with low body image esteem.
And then it clicked with Alfred. Directing an infuriated glare at the Russian, he dropped his fork onto the table and snarled, "You're saying I'm fat? Dude, like you're fucking one to talk. You're thick as fuck, and I sincerely doubt it's all muscle." The boy was livid. He absolutely detested when people insinuated that he was fat. Because he totally wasn't. Dammit.
"Oh?" Had he struck a raw nerve? That was something easy to exploit... Very easy. "I am very happy with my body image- I'm strong enough and I even look good when I am not the thinnest around." He preferred to be a little bigger too, it helped when he was trying to show everyone who was boss. If he was thin and just tall, that was not intimidating at all!
Irritated by the fact that the man seemed to be nonchalant towards the insulting words, Alfred grumbled a "whatever, fuck you" under his breath and continued eating. Like hell he was fat. The Russian could go fuck himself. Why would Ivan even want to fuck him if he thought he was fat? It made no sense.
"Are you going to come with me to the weight room or not? And I'm going to punish you for that snotty remark, later." Ivan hated when his bitches got snippy. It reflected badly on him- like he couldn't control his property.
Alfred whined at the latter statement, mentally face-palming at the fact that he'd been so careless. His impulsiveness sometimes overrode his better judgement...the fact that Ivan didn't respond well to his sour attitude had momentarily slipped his mind. Oh god did he hope that Ivan wouldn't punish him too badly. Though any kind of punishment coming from the man seemed to be appalling so far.
Nodding his head, the blond mumbled a quiet, shaken "yes" in response to the question. Going to the weight room sounded good...maybe Ivan would forget about the punishment in the process. Maybe. Hopefully. Unlikely. It was worth a shot.
"Alright, then we will go after you eat- it's not too terribly crowded right after breakfast." Normally everyone went outside. Ivan preferred staying inside, it was just...easier. "I'm glad you're coming to the weight room, it would do you some good."
Alfred was tempted to mutter "shut up" in response, but held his tongue in fear that it might cause Ivan to make his punishment more severe than it probably already was. Dumping his tray into the garbage, Alfred returned to Ivan and asked, "So...we gonna get this show on the road? Don't want to sit around all day..." After that meal, the blond had a restored energy to him. Lifting some weights sounds just grand to him at the moment. Though he wasn't excited to lift weights in front of Ivan...he'd probably make fun of him for it.
Nodding, the Russian tugged them a long and pulled him towards the weight room. Where, sure enough, there weren't too many people. He liked this a lot more than when it was packed, no one to impress. "Let's get to work! I will be your spotter."
Alfred rolled his eyes. Great. Considering Ivan's behavior, he'd probably just let the weights drop on him. Torture him more. Why not.
He walked over towards the barbells, looking through the weights to see what he could probably lift. Grabbing a few of the ten pound weights, Alfred returned to the bench and prompty began to shove the weights onto the ends of the barbell. Hopefully Ivan wouldn't make some snide remark on his strength. He hadn't worked out in months, dammit! Not his fault. Or...it was, but fuck, he didn't think he'd wind up in jail at the time.
Ivan shrugged and went to put on some weights for himself on the handheld barbells. He didn't do much more than Alfred, he mostly just lifted repetetively. He liked being slow and lifting easy to get his strength as opposed to working up immediately. "Do you plan on lifting much...?" He didn't want Alfred to get hurt. Of course, he would be right there for him...
All confident smiles, Alfred gave Ivan a smug look, cracking his knuckles as he lied back on the bench. "Of course I am! I'm not that fucking pathetic. This much weight should be easy peasy." It was a lot of weight. About 150 pounds overall. Sounded easy enough, right?
Ivan smirked and nodded, pumping his barbell on one hand, counting them. He didn't want to leave Alfred unattended, and he most definitely wasn't. He stayed close to the bench, making sure that Alfred was within immediate reach. "Of course, whatever you say."
"Just watch me." Alfred grumbled, catching Ivan's tint of cynicism. Well, he'd show him! He grabbed a hold of the bar and immediately started to attempt to lift the barbell up. He struggled initially, but with great determination, he managed to lift it off the rung. Alfred smirked cockily, but as soon as he bent his elbow, the weight came crashing down on him.
Alarmed, Ivan immediately reached out and grabbed the bar, yanking it up and setting it on the grooves. "Are you alright?" he asked, looking very concerned and frustrated. He didn't like the idea that Alfred had nearly hurt himself.
Alfred, his adrenaline rushing, stared up at Ivan with widened eyes. He blushed slightly as he regained his thoughts, breathily stating, "Y-yeah...I..uh..it slipped. No big deal. I just need to get a firmer grip next time..." He knew the bar was too heavy for him, but like hell that he was just going to admit it. Averting his eyes, the boy refused to look Ivan in the eye. That had been mortifying. Though...Alfred was surprised that Ivan had bothered to save him. It was probably just because the man didn't want his fuck buddy to be damaged...but still.
"You need less." Ivan didn't care what Alfred said, he was lessening the weight to just 100. And he did just that. He crossed his arms and looked expectantly at Alfred. "Alright, now try it out. That should be much more suited to your abilities." He circled around and picked up his barbell again, though he was just as prepared to drop it again.
Alfred pouted, but didn't object. He knew he needed less weight, but he didn't necessarily want to relinquish that fact to the man. To admit he'd over-estimated himself and that he was even weaker than ever. Damn, did he need this exercise.
Lifting the weight with much more ease, Alfred completed about 10 reps before placing his barbell back on the stand. Much better.
Ivan let out a soft sigh of relief. "My turn, you can be my spotter!" he giggled as he started to load on more weights to the bar. He only ended up putting on 180, not much more than Alfred, and it wasn't as much as he could take altogether, but he wanted to make at least five or ten reps before he took his break. Straddling the bench before he leaned back, he reached up and pulled the bar off, grunting as he slowly starting to push it up, counting in his head.
Alfred flushed as he observed Ivan lift the weight easily. He was nearly lifting twice the weight Alfred had been able to lift. It was humiliating. And worrying. Damn, Ivan was stronger than the boy had predicted. Alfred suddenly felt a wash of helplessness overcome his being. He would never be able to fight off Ivan's advances, even with this training.
Ivan made ten reps easily and replaced the bar into the grooves. He was breaking a sweat from just that- he needed to do the bench more often. "Now that I have someone to be my spotter I can lift on the bench a lot more!" he voiced to Alfred, rather proud that he could say that. This would be good for both of them.
Alfred grimaced, "Isn't a spotter supposed to be strong enough to actually catch whatever weight you're benching? I can't even lift 150 pounds..." Ivan could bench more? Oh god, he was doomed.
"Well, yes, but you'll get stronger. Besides, our combined strength would be plenty enough to pull if off. Even enough strength to just push it onto the ground is enough." Ivan shrugged, stretching out and hopping to his feet. "Would you care to try again, or should we move on?"
Having no desire to face the humiliation of being capable of only benching 100 pounds, Alfred shook his head, "Nah, let's move on. I'm tired of this." He'd rather just get back to his cell so that he could curl up and sleep. Yep. Sounded good to him.
"Oh? To a new station or should we head back?" Ivan wasn't sure that really counted as much of a workout if Alfred just came, did a couple reps for five minutes, then left. He would have to work on that, there was no way Alfred was going to be able to get bigger if he didn't work for it.
"Ahh...back to the cell. I'm kinda tired..." Alfred scratched the back of his head, averting his eyes. He wouldn't give the true reason he wanted to retire early.
"Alright, if you want." Ivan figured that would be a good time to issue Alfred's punishment for being so insubordinate during breakfast- he had to keep his bitch in line, after all. He escorted Alfred back to the cell and cracked his knuckles.
Alfred had completely forgotten about the punishment he was supposed to receive at this point. Once they'd reached the cell, the tired boy simply strode up to the bed and collapsed upon it. He felt absolutely exahausted all of the sudden. Sleep didn't sound too bad.
"Enjoying the bottom bunk?" Ivan teased as he sat at the edge of the bottom bunk. "You don't get to relax yet~" He leaned over, purring and gripping Alfred's jaw. "Are you ready to take your punishment?" Alfred had enjoyed himself before, he might not even see it as much of a punishment this time.
Alfred's eyes widened in fear as he tried to scramble away from Ivan's advances. Shit. He'd momentarily forgotten that the Russian was a complete fucking psycho. Attempting to wriggle himself out of Ivan's forceful grasp on his jaw, the blond whimpered and struggled relentlessly, "Ivan, please, don't! I'm sorry! I didn't meant to upset you! J-just don't do this..." He understood that this was his fate. It was going to happen. But he could always hope? Or at least try to fight back.
"This is your punishment, don't try to talk your way out of it." Ivan huffed and pushed Alfred down, getting into such a position that he was able to rub up against Alfred's behind. "This will be good!" He loved when they couldn't see him, couldn't face him. But it was also more humiliating if they were facing him, forced to look into his eyes... Not to mention he'd fucked Alfred like this last time. "On second thought...turn around."
Shaking his head, Alfred whimpered and proceeded to shove his face into the pillow. No. No no no no no. He would not turn around for the man. It was mortifying enough that he was being raped, facing his captor would just make it so much worse. On the verge of tears, Alfred just continued to whine as he refused to budge an inch.
"Being difficult again?" Ivan sighed and rolled his eyes, grabbing Alfred by his shoulders and forcing him around. "You're going to look at me when you enjoy it." It was a promise. He yanked the bottom of the jumper down and then began to undo his own pants, pulling Alfred's legs around his waist. "But don't worry- you will enjoy it."
Alfred didn't respond and just continued to cry, sobbing over his misfortune. He couldn't deny the words...he'd enjoyed it last time (physically, at least), he'd probably enjoy it again. Dammit, how was this fair? Had he really committed such a nasty crime that he deserved to take this for the next 20 years? Covering his face with his hands, the blond just continued to cry, not even bothering to struggle anymore. It did nothing but overexert him. Ivan could lift twice his weight in the gym, what hope did he have of excaping how?
Ivan rolled his eyes once more, at just how ridiculously dramatic Alfred was being. Oh well. Moving on. He pulled Alfred's legs up a little further and spat into his palm, rubbing the head of his shaft to get it wet. He didn't have any lube, not as far as he could get with his connections, anyway. So spit would do. He pushed against Alfred's tense hole and started to guide himself in. "Relax."
"Next time you get raped, you try relaxing, you asshole!" Alfred cried out, heaving heavily as he was entered slowly. Pain shot up his spine, just as it had the last time, but he tried to keep his wails down to a minimum. Unlike last time, there was still daylight out. Their cell was still open. Anyone could catch them in the act, and that would just spell out more humiliation for the boy. So he clenched his eyes shut and muffled his noises, making grunts and groans every now and then to help him cope with the pain.
Ivan had to go slow. Again. But of course, he knew if he didn't pace himself then they would both be hurting. "You just need to take a few breaths." He patted Alfred''s cheek and pulled his leg up a little higher, pushing it up towards his shoulder. "You're going to be fine. You enjoyed yourself last time, you can enjoy yourself now."
Alfred hated how nice Ivan tried to make himself seem. He hated how the Russian acted like he actually cared whether or not the boy enjoyed himself. However, the pain in his ass was excruciating...he'd rather have pleasure over this.
Loosening up as he was suggested, Alfred took a few deep breaths as he attempted to relax.
"That's better." Ivan nodded and got his fingers slippery and wet with saliva, rubbing it over his shaft as he slowly entered Alfred, hoping it wouldn't dry once he was inside. A lot of spit usually worked, but just a little...didn't do very well. It was no good there wasn't enough- just like lube. He slowly speared Alfred on his member, sinking down all the way to the bottom. "Ahh..."
Alfred's back arched as he spasmed a little upon penetration, groaning out in agony as the Russian completely sheathed himself in his ass. It hurt like hell; it felt like a burning fire was prickling up his spine at the action. He closed his eyes tightly shut as he whimpered and wailed out in pain, grasping onto the bedsheets in attempt to help wittle away the agony. Through gritted teeth, he grunted, "You better make this feel better really fast, you piece of shit...ah..."
"Mm, already begging for it?" Ivan teased as he wrapped his hand around Alfred's soft shaft, squeezing and stroking to get it to harden up. "I need you to relax before I can start to move." Well, he didn't have to relax, but it was ideal. Besides, he actually did want to make Alfred feel a little good. Why wouldn't he? Plus, it seemed like making him feel good was more of a punishment than just fucking him.
"I'm not..ah..begging. S-shut up..." Though he said such words, the blond attempted to relax. He really just wanted to get this over and done with in the least painful way possible. He groaned and grunted as he released his tension, keeping his eyes shut all the while. The boy didn't want to be forced to look into his captor's eyes as he fucked him. Much too embarrassing.
"Open your eyes, slut," Ivan growled as ha gripped Alfred by the jaw and pinched slightly, leering down at him. "Open them and look at me, I want you to look at me when I'm fucking you." Power and humiliation, that was what Ivan wanted from Alfred.
Alfred grunted uncomfortably as he was assaulted so harshly, but managed to open his eyes...just a bit. He peered up into the Russian's angry, amethyst eyes as he whimpered, hoping Ivan would release him from his domineering grasp. His ass was slowly becoming accustomed to the intrusive member, the pain welling down. While he refused to vocalize his desires, he deeply hoped that the man would move soon enough. This was just excruciating and awkward.
"Better." Ivan still needed some time to adjust his position before he started to move, soon enough sliding in and out, pumping Alfred full of his shaft. He would leave him empty as he would pull out, almost all the way to the tip before plunging in again once more. He made sure Alfred felt every inch of him, made sure he knew how much he could fill him up.
It would have been better if Ivan hadn't moved at all. Alfred immediately went back to clenching his eyes shut, wailing and shouting with every thrust. The Russian's thrusts were excruciatingly deep and harsh, filling him to the brim every time. Painful pangs wracked his body as he sobbed and cried, covering his face with his hands as he was raped. He hoped his pain would turn into utter pleasurable bliss soon enough, and he hated himself for it.
"Stop that, open your eyes," Ivan hissed, verging on anger now. "You're going to look at me, or you're getting further punishment- something more physically painful this time." He wasn't going to let Alfred off when he was being such a brat. "You're going to have to get used to doing as I say, and continue doing them until I say otherwise."
Alfred cried at the man's threats, sobbing helplessly at this point but complied, removing his hands from his face as he tried to gaze up at the Russian with his tear-stained eyes. He sniffled and bit back his protests, heaving for air. He moved his hands back down to clench the mattress bedsheets. He never felt so humiliated...never felt so hurt.
"You're doing well, you have nothing to fear. Just keep your eyes open, that is my only order for now," the Russian commanded as he pushed in a little faster, a little easier. He moaned, shuddering as Alfred clenched up pleasurably, not so tight as before, just enough that it felt just the right amount. Perfection.
Eventually Ivan's member brushed up against that nerve within Alfred's body, finally giving the boy some pleasure. He cursed himself as he began to enjoy the sick and twisted act, his sobbing soon joined with the slightest of moans. Writhing just a bit under Ivan's body, he tried to get the man to brush against that spot again. Dammit, he just wanted his pleasure. Alfred kept his eyes focused on Ivan's shoulder, moaning every now and then.
Ivan figured Alfred had gone far enough without feeling as good as he needed. So he decided to grasp Alfred's cock once more as he fucked him, helping him reach another state of blissful pleasure. He figured Alfred deserved to feel a little better- he'd gone through enough punishment for now.
Alfred groaned as his cock was handled in such a way, bucking up into it as the Russian pounded into him. The head of Ivan's cock seemed to strike his sweet spot dead on with every thrust, throwing Alfred into a state of ecstasy. Crying out in pleasure, his tears melted away as his pain was replaced with pleasure. He wrapped his legs around Ivan's midsection for leverage as he continued to fuck himself on the man's protruding cock.
"That's better." Ivan loved that Alfred was pulling him in, welcoming him into his body. He groaned and started to move faster, breathing heavy now as the pleasure started to distract him from the need to ruin Alfred. It was becoming about his own pleasure now, rather than punishing Alfred. And unbeknownst to him, there was a third party present, hiding outside the cell for the best view.
Rolling his hips down to meet the man's thrusts eagerly, Alfred continued to moan and mewl with ecstasy, the humiliation of the situation melting away with his uprising pleasure. He gazed straight into Ivan's amethyst eyes, clenching his ass just a tad as he rocked down on the intruding member. With his continued moans, the boy dug his nails into Ivan's shoulders for even more leverage as he grunted, "God...go faster! Please...ah..ngh.."
"Mmm, more than glad to," Ivan whispered huskily, rolling in faster and harder, making sure to brush up against his sweet spot each and every time. "You're enjoying yourself now, slut? I'm glad, I love when my pets can honestly say they enjoy my cock, without being forced."
Alfred ignored Ivan's words, feeling too good to care. He rolled and rocked his hips down as hard and fast as he could manage, crying out with every brush against his sweet spot. It just felt amazing, being fucked like this. He'd completely forgotten about the pain and the horridness of the situation, only focusing on the pleasure. "Yes! I love y-your cock...yes...ahh.." His legs around the man's waist tightened, willing him to go deeper into his body.
Ivan could almost feel consent in this act- but heh knew Alfred would still hate the idea afterwards, so that killed that idea. Oh well... He would enjoy it while it lasted. He gladly pushed their bodies tight together to simulate intimacy. It was nice to think that they could get something more out of warmth or pleasure from this, even if it was just a hot fuck.
Alfred pulled the man closer, spreading his legs farther apart in order to give Ivan more access to his ass. It felt so good having his sweet spot tormented like this, his cock rubbed and stroked just so...the pleasure was overwhelming. Rolling his hips down for more friction, Alfred continued to chant Ivan's name, pleading him to fuck him faster and harder.
Ivan loved how Alfred wasn't even fighting it anymore. And he was more than happy to comply. He growled and tossed his head back, moaning with every thrust. Just the fact that Alfred could be so impressionable, so...fuckable. He loved just how much Alfred could enjoy himself! It was thrilling that he wasn't the only one enjoying himself.
Eventually Ivan struck that one particular nerve harder than ever, and all Alfred could see was bliss. He stared straight into Ivan's eyes as he achieved orgasm, moaning louder than ever. Immediately after, he released his grasp on Ivan collapsed on the bed, allowing the man to just pound into his body. That had felt wonderful.
Ivan finished just after Alfred, shuddering and filling Alfred full of his semen. When he came down from his orgasmic high, he pulled out and leaned on his hands, taking deep breaths. "Mmm... That was good," he purred, glancing over and laughing as he saw someone outside the door. "And we have a friend."
Alfred was enjoyed the afterglow of sex until the moment that last phrase spewed from Ivan's mouth. Immediately becoming flustered as he saw a small crowd of men at the cell's door, Alfred turned his head in shame, covering his face with his hands. He retracted his legs from around Ivan's waist and curled up on the bed, feeling absolutely mortified. He almost wanted to die.
Ivan laughed as he saw Alfred's reaction and waved off the men, glaring at them. The men soon dispersed, and Ivan laid back on the bed, humming. "Mmm, that was nice... I didn't mean to upset you, but they were the ones who gathered about. You were rather loud, as well." He wanted to talk now. He loved pillow talk.
Alfred remained curled up on his side, but gradually remembered exactly what his circumstance was. Ignoring Ivan's words (he was probably lying anywho), the boy snapped, "Aren't you going to bed now? Isn't that what you usually do after you rape me?" He didn't particularly want to talk to the man at the moment.
"Well...no. I'd rather talk to you." Ivan couldn't help it- he enjoyed conversing after sex. He loved talking and feeling and joking and teasing. And he wanted that with Alfred, too!
Alfred glared up at Ivan, an astonished look in his eye. Finally, he huffed and made himself comfortable on the mattress. "Fine. We can talk. Though I don't know what on Earth you would want to talk about. Even when you weren't such an asshole you didn't want to really converse with me." Alfred was a very social creature. Despite that Ivan was a complete psychopath, talking to him was better than nothing.
"I enjoy talking after sex," Ivan admitted with a slight blush. "And...I rather enjoyed that I didn't have to force you to like it that time." Before he had been trying to make Alfred feel good. This time? He had just taken queues and requests.
Alfred blushed a bit at that. "Can we not talk about rape? Thanks." He shuffled in the bed, obviously quite uncomfortable at the moment. "And I'll admit, I really like to converse after sex. And other times too. This has been miserable so far...since you won't fucking allow me to talk to anyone else and you're really quiet."
"Well... Not after sex I'm not." Ivan smiled sheepishly and reached out to pull Alfred in against him. "I also enjoy cuddling. And I will have you know the reason you're not allowed to talk to others is for your own protection!" Ivan didn't want anyone to hurt Alfred. And he disliked when things he couldn't control happened.
Alfred whined slightly when he found himself pressed against the Russian, but didn't complain. He was always a cuddler as well. And Ivan was being nice...and he was warm. "Bullshit. You just want to make my life miserable. It's bad enough that I'm stuck in prison, I also have to be completely subservient to you. I can't even try to make myself comfortable in this hell hole."
"I have most of the rules I do for your protection, it is so that no one else thinks you can be claimed." Ivan was really looking out for Alfred's safety here! "That tattoo is so that no one dares touch you!" Not without Ivan's permission, of course.
"There's no point in protecting me if you're just going to violate me yourself." Alfred scowled, averting his eyes as he crossed his arms indignantly. It was sort of sweet that Ivan was going to so many lengths to try to protect him though...but it irritated him nonetheless. He was restricting his freedoms to the extent that it wasn't even worth the protection.
"The point is so no one but me touches you." Ivan sighed and puffed his cheeks out. "I am doing this for your own protection. Of course... I can loosen my restriction on being within my sight at all times. It will be alright for you to...go elsewhere. But only with my permission!"
Alfred couldn't help but feel something akin to happiness and relief at that. "Really? That's...wow. Thank you. I didn't think you'd ever relinquish me from your reign." He smiled softly, feeling a little better. He couldn't help it. While Ivan was definitely still...not a good man, it felt nice that maybe Ivan had some sort of rationality and humanity within him. Maybe he could slowly get the man to release him of his tight hold altogether. A ploy coming about in his head, the blond buried his head in Ivan's chest, trying to be friendly with the man.
Ivan growled, not liking that he was already relinquishing that much control. "You have to tell me where you are going, though! And before you go somewhere else you come and find me." He just needed to know where Alfred was, at all times. "And if anyone tries to touch you then you show them the tattoo." That would steer anyone away from Alfred. But the Russian soon softened up as Alfred cuddled up so close and so sweet to him, gladly returning the affections. It was nice.
"Alright. Gotcha, big guy. I-I mean, 'sir.'" The word tasted vile on his tongue, but if Alfred was going to suck up to the man, he was going to have to use it. Fuck.
With that, the blond snuggled even closer to Ivan, inhaling his scent as he fluttered his eyes shut. Even if it was just an act, the other man was warm and inviting...and didn't smell bad. Alfred would even say he smelled good, but the boy didn't swing that way and he felt that sounded pretty gay. However, Ivan was something soft and welcoming to rest against. He wouldn't mind sleeping with him like this, really. It made him feel secure, for the most part.
Ivan felt his pride swell as he heard Alfred call him 'sir'. He liked that. It made him feel better. But...at the same time, it also felt a little awkward. "Well... You don't have to call me sir. At least, not unless we are having sex or outside the cell." But every other time... He was alright with that. "But outside and when I am fucking you, you have to!" He didn't want to make it seem like he was going soft on Alfred.
Alfred cringed as he squeaked, "Y-you're going to fuck me outside the cell?!" He could hardly deal with the embarrassment of being fucked by the man when they were inside the cell having sex! He looked up at Ivan with renewed fear, inching away from the man quite a bit.
"Well, I don't know, anything could happen." It probably wouldn't happen, but Ivan didn't know! "I've never fucked anyone outside of a cell, but something could happen..." It was all in perspective and being realistic. He was making rules for the things that could happen.
Alfred didn't like the sound of that. At all. Curling in on himself, Alfred refused to be as cuddly with Ivan as he had been before. Son of a bitch didn't deserve the attention, and apparently he was just going to rape him outside of the cell at some point anyway. Not responding, the boy pouted and whimpered as yet another wash of helplessness overcame his being.
Ivan whined as Alfred pulled his affection away. Was it something he had said? "I'm just being technical! That is all it is, it is a technicality! I doubt it will ever happen." He wanted to snuggle again, dammit! "Don't be so upset..."
"Why shouldn't I be upset? You're just going to rape me at some point or another anyway." Alfred started sniffling, feeling absolutely awful at this latest development. "You're just going to keep fucking me without my consent. That's all you care about. Your own personal pleasure."
"If that was all I wanted then I wouldn't even bother making you feel good!" Well, he never did it on purpose, either... But that still didn't mean anything. Okay, so Alfred was more or less just a sex symbol to him, but at the same time he was the only one of the people Ivan had claimed that had talked back with him after sex, and had cuddled up to him. That meant something- right?
"You don't even try to make me feel good, don't even fucking lie. I lie there and cry out in pain for a good while before you even bother to do anything about it." Alfred growled, suddenly becoming angry with the man. But after a couple of moments, the boy softened...just a tad. He needed to remain friendly with Ivan. To coerce him to lessen his reign over his life. Of course...Alfred would probably have to put up with some fucks every now and then, but...maybe he could convince Ivan not to fuck him as much? To be gentler throughout the process? To maybe see him as more than just a sex toy?
"Right as I started to fuck you I tried getting you hard!" Ivan could handle being called out on the truth, but dammit, he was going to have his good deeds be recognized! "I was trying to help it not hurt as much." He crossed his arms childishly, angry that he wasn't getting the credit he was due. But he saw how Alfred softened up, how he seemed less upset all of the sudden- what was that about?
Placing on his facade, the boy mumbled, "Oh...alright. I suppose I appreciate the effot then..." Alfred inched closer to the Russian, hoping Ivan would catch the hint that he would like to cuddle once more. He needed to please the man the best he could if he ever wanted to achieve better treatment.
That was better. IVan looked a little smug as he was recognized for his efforts and yanked Alfred back against his chest, purring and nuzzling against him. He sighed, and closed his eyes, wondering when lunch would be... "Are you interested in coming to lunch?"
"I would, but I'm tired and I don't think I could walk there. I'd rather just sleep for now. Maybe I'll attend dinner." Alfred murmurred against the man's chest, sighing as he made himself comfortable. He slid his hand up and down Ivan's side as he lied there, feeling his warm skin. Even though Ivan was a man, this certainly felt nice. Relaxing with someone to cuddle with, discussing things other than rape. Alfred wasn't sure if he'd enjoy this if he weren't used to more horrifying things, however. It just seemed like a nice reprieve from the constant shit he'd been experiencing since his arrival to the prison.
"Well, alright. I'll be going to lunch, and I might stop by the weight room again. You're welcome to join me, just look for me in either of those places if you'd like to go anywhere else." Ivan was happy to settle down and nap with Alfred too. But he would be waking up for lunch. He circled his arms around Alfred and purred, holding him close. This was the warmest he had ever felt in a long time.