Vlad moved forward and Varus whimpered pathetically, drawing his limbs in to protect himself and closing his eyes in anticipation of a beating.
"What have I told you?" Vlad growled darkly, digging his fingernails into the boy's shoulder.
"I- I'm sorry," Varus choked, his voice shaking with fear, "Please, please, I'm sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to-"
Vlad growled and the younger man fell silent. Privately, Vlad was pleased and relished in the power he held over the cowering child, but he kept up his angry, menacing front.
He found the sponge where it had fallen to the floor of the tub and picked it up with his foot. He shoved Varus against the tub firmly.
"I'm going to wash you. What are you not going to do?"
"I won't- I won't kick-" Varus stammered.
"You'd better not," Vlad agreed darkly, and proceeded to sponge off Varus's privates, and then his rear. Varus trembled horribly at his touch, but did not lash out again, to which he was impressed, for he had been anticipating another reaction.
"Now you are clean," Vlad declared, and dropped the sponge outside the tub, "You did behave better than I expected, aside from one incident..."
Varus shuddered and leaned away from him, but Vlad was having none of it and pulled him back in.
"Such actions cannot go unpunished," Vlad began, and Varus sobbed.
"Please- Please don't- It hurts. I- I hate it. Please!"
"You will give me what I want," continued Vlad, indifferently, and he forced the boy to sit on his lap.
Varus screamed unexpectedly, a horrible cry of built-up despair and terror, and Vlad laughed to himself.
"Surely that didn't hurt," he said.
Varus felt something enter his hole and he tried to leap up, but he was weak and Vlad's arm kept him in place easily.
"This will only hurt if you struggle," Vlad warned, moving his finger around inside the younger man's hole, exploring him and rubbing his inner walls.
Varus shuddered in relief as he felt Vlad's finger leave him, then stiffened again as Vlad put it back in along with another finger. Vlad began to stretch his entrance gently, preparing it for what was yet to come.
"Are you ready?" Vlad whispered seductively and Varus groaned and thrashed with renewed energy. Vlad grimaced as the water splashed in his face and he tightened his hold on the boy with both arms.
"Relax," he growled, and put the tip of his now-erect cock at the boy's stretched entrance, causing the boy to increase his struggles. Vlad waited patiently. Though his threats had little effect to calm the young man, he knew he would run out of energy before long.
Eventually, Varus's struggles faltered and came to an end. Vlad pushed in about an inch and the helpless noises that came from the boy made him grin wickedly.
"Please," Varus groaned, as Vlad pushed deeper, then pulled out and began to thrust in a rhythm.
"Please stop," he pleaded.
"Am I hurting you?" Vlad continued thrusting and pulling back, but slowed his pace further.
"Y- Yes," Varus cried.
"I'll be careful," Vlad said.
Varus hung his head and sobbed, bouncing up and down against his will as Vlad pushed up into him, then out, then in, then out. Why was he so weak? Why couldn't he stop this from happening?
"You feel good around me," Vlad commented behind him, the words burning Varus's ears with shame.
He hadn't lied. He had been sore from before, and had not had a chance to heal. And while Vlad might be treating him more gently than before, Varus was clenched around him tightly, his stress making it impossible for him to loosen his muscles.
"I know how to make this better from you," he heard Vlad say, then felt him shifting his angle and intensifying his thrusts. Varus gasped as Vlad struck his prostate repeatedly, overloading his senses with pleasure.
"Stop," he gasped, for it still hurt and he wanted Vlad away from him, regardless. One of Vlad's arms moved, but instead of freeing him, it moved down to Varus's own cock and began to squeeze it. Varus threw his head back at the feeling and groaned.
Vlad was panting with exertion now, but he chuckled at the noises he heard coming from the young man on his lap.
"Does this… please you, dog?" He asked, moving his fingers to tickle Varus's balls, and Varus clenched around him again. Vlad inhaled sharply at the sensation and his thrusting intensified. His hand found Varus's rising cock again and he pumped it vigorously, earning another moan from him.
He decided he had gotten the boy sufficiently aroused and moved his arm back up to secure his hold on him. Then he stood up swiftly, catching Varus by surprise, and supported almost his entire body up above the water, shoving himself in and out with breathtaking speed. He felt his muscles contract and knew that he was about ready to come.
"Learn your place boy," he hissed, and released his semen inside the young man with one final shove. The liquid left him in quick spurts and he stayed firmly inside to ensure that he had emptied his entire load before he pulled out.
Varus said nothing as he felt the liquid flowing inside him, degrading his body. His own erection strained for release, but he turned away from Vlad as the older man walked around him, trying to hide it from him.
"No," Vlad warned, and grabbed his cock with one hand. He stroked it, running his other hand down the shaft to the sensitive tip, making Varus jerk and writhe with pleasure.
"You do like this," Vlad said, amused, "I thought you would."
He pleasured the young man until he came, shooting his juices up onto his own chest. Vlad fished around for the sponge, letting Varus collapse on the seat in exhaustion.
"Was that so bad?" Vlad asked, wiping the mess from Varus's chest. One look at the boy's dejected expression told him all he needed to know. Chuckling softly, he kissed him on the forehead and pulled him up from the water. Once they were outside the tub, Vlad pulled a dark red towel from a hanger.
He dried him thoroughly, from head to toe, before drying himself off as well. Then he led the boy to an adjacent room, Vlad's personal chamber. He lifted Varus off his feet and gently lay him down on his bed.
"Don't move. I'll be right back," he ordered.
Varus closed his eyes, feeling utterly defeated and ruined. He found himself wishing for the cold, dark room in the basement, where at least he could dwell on his misery in solitude. He still ached all over his body, and he was hungry.
Vlad had returned. Varus sat up quickly in surprise and his body protested the sudden movement. Vlad smiled at him reassuringly and held up a white bathrobe for him to see. Varus allowed him to put it on him, noticing that Vlad had already put on a similar robe, but red.
Yawning, Vlad sat behind the boy and put his legs on either side of him. Then Varus felt a brush running through his damp hair, straightening out whatever tangles had formed since Vlad had washed his hair.
"Sweet child," murmured Vlad, "How old are you?"
After a while, when he had failed to receive an answer, Vlad pinched his side sharply.
"Varus," he said, letting a dangerous note creep into his voice.
"Nineteen," Varus bit out, and Vlad nodded in satisfaction.
"You seem young for your age," Vlad said. He put aside the brush, got up, and searched a cabinet for his medicine kit.
"Your wounds," he said simply, returning with a case, "Show me your wounds," he clarified, when Varus looked confused.
He saw the boy hesitate, clearly unwilling to expose himself again. Still, Vlad waited patiently and the boy pulled up one sleeve, presenting a moderate cut on his upper arm.
He applied an ointment the boy's scrapes and bruises and they began to heal slowly, though his knee, Vlad figured, would need something a little more, as the wound was deeper. He reached out with his magic and lightly stirred the blood within the boy's knee.
Varus shied away, recognizing the feel of Vlad's magic from before. Vlad had only used it on him twice before, first to subdue him on the first day, then another time to make him thrash helplessly in pain as punishment for refusing one of Vlad's demands. Of course, after that affair, he had been made to comply with Vlad's wishes anyway.
Yet, though it was uncomfortable to feel the blood rushing through his knee, it did not seem as though Vlad's intention was to hurt him. Something in his knee shifted as a result of the blood pushing and pulling at his flesh, then Vlad released his hold over his body.
"It will heal quicker," Vlad assured him and picked up the brush again to straighten out his own white hair.
"I suppose you are hungry, now?" he asked "You have not eaten for three days, after all. If you want to eat, you need only ask."
It was true, he had almost forgotten his hunger, so long he had endured it in the basement, and Vlad's reminder made it painfully clear how hungry he really was. But Varus did not speak and Vlad continued to brush his hair.
"Mmhmm," Vlad grunted, and sat down behind him to squeeze the boy's shoulders. He couldn't keep his hands off the boy.
"If it's not food you're after," he began slyly, "I can think of something else to fill your stomach with."
It took Varus a full five seconds to let the meaning of those words sink in. He paled upon realization.
"Wait," he said, as Vlad pressed his groin against him, "W-Wait, I'm hungry. I want to eat. Please."
"Mmm," said Vlad, nuzzling his ear tenderly, "Well, since you asked so nicely."
He rose, but did not offer Varus assistance.
"Stay," he commanded, rummaging around in a drawer. He came back with a pair of cuffs.
"I will bring your meal here, but I can't have you running off in the meantime," Vlad explained, seizing one of his wrists and securing it to the bed post. Then he gave him a quick kiss and was gone, closing the door behind him.