[Posted: November 6, 2019]

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So...this is vastly different from what I usually write. I wanted to write some darker themed RusPru sex roleplay and test myself a bit and I actually had a lot of fun writing this. Set in a Nationverse setting in 1995, 3 years after Ivan and Gilbert got married and are happily living in Saint Petersburg.

Note: This fic is a 100% consensual roleplay fantasy that involves interrogation and dub/non-con fantasies.

Warnings: Interrogation. Explicit Sexual Content. Sexual Fantasy. Sexual Roleplay. Rape Fantasy. Consensual Non-Consent. BDSM. Spanking. Consensual. Bondage. Multiple Orgasms. Overstimulation. Prostate Massage. Fluff. Aftercare. Bathing/Washing. Romance. Anal Fingering. Bath Sex. Shower Sex. Teasing. Hand Jobs. Kissing. Riding. Oral Sex. Anal Sex. Love.

Gilbert lost track of time after counting the first five minutes. He was left alone, naked in a cold room, blindfolded and bound to the bed. Legs restrained with straps wrapped around to press his calves to the backs of his thighs so he couldn't stretch them out, and his arms were chained to the headboard by handcuffs attached to a short chain for slack.

As the minutes passed he felt the anxiety well up inside him — That excited fear of the unknown that made his heart pound so hard that he could hear it in his ears and made his breath shallow. He shifted his body a little, closed his legs, and leaned to one side. His torso twisted and pulled on his restraints but he didn't care. Nothing hurt and the restriction was more arousing than he thought it would be. The cuffs were lined with soft material that made it comfortable but he could already feel his skin sticking to it, and the straps on his legs were the same.

A full hour had passed since Ivan left him there and even without a single touch or word from him, Gilbert was semi-erect, nipples tight and hard, and he desperately wanted to be touched. However, he was completely at Ivan's whim, and he knew that the man was watching through the door or from somewhere nearby; he couldn't hear him, but he knew he was there. That thought made it worse and his insides throbbed with arousal. He wanted to see what Ivan looked like — what expression he wore upon seeing Gilbert in the submissive state he was in.

The door creaked open and Gilbert's body tensed. After the calm, it was finally happening. Across the wooden floor, Gilbert heard the footsteps as Ivan entered, his shoes tapping ever-so-lightly but sending echoes through the room that made Gilbert squirm.

Ivan kept his eyes on Gilbert and took note of how he moved when he heard him. He approached the bed and sat down beside him, creating a depression in the bed that made him turn his head in Ivan's direction. Ivan gazed over him and appreciated the way he was restrained and helplessly at his mercy. Looking down at the floor, Ivan spotted Gilbert's blue uniform messily disregarded on the floor and narrowed his eyes. His eyes traveled down Gilbert's legs, then he abruptly pulled them open and looked between them. Gilbert gasped out and his arms tensed, then he bit down on his bottom lip. Ivan saw that Gilbert's hole was dripping lube and he chuckled.

"So, are you going to behave now?" Ivan asked. Gilbert grinned and chuckled, defiant but knew he was in a position of weakness.

"What do you think?" Gilbert retorted.

Ivan suddenly moved between Gilbert's legs and pushed them open wide. Gilbert could easily twist like a pretzel but he grunted as his knees were pressed to his shoulders.

"You don't seem to understand the position you're in," Ivan reminded him but Gilbert laughed again.

"You can't hurt me anymore," Gilbert growled, resisting the urge to spit. The grin on his face challenged Ivan but he had to resist being too cocky.

"If that's how you're going to be, then it can't be helped." As Ivan spoke, Gilbert also heard the clanking of his belt, the shifting of clothes and before he knew it, he felt Ivan's cock against his hole and push against him. Ivan's hands grabbed his ass and lifted him, and then with one rough thrust, he buried his entire length into Gilbert's body smoothly with no pain or resistance. Gilbert gasped loudly and his body clenched tight and made Ivan grunt. He could tell that Gilbert was trying to kick his legs by the way he was wiggling under him and tensing his muscles.

"Let's try this again," Ivan spoke. "I know you're helping your brother, smuggling supplies to the west and leaking intel. Tell me what you're planning." He pulled out to the tip then thrust back in hard. Gilbert grit his teeth and then breathed heavily.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about..." Gilbert replied, though his voice choked from the sudden insertion.

"I see." Suddenly the blindfold around Gilbert's eyes was ripped away.

Gilbert blinked his eyes in pain from the change in brightness. Within seconds he adjusted and before him he saw Ivan in his Soviet uniform, nearly presentable as if he was on break from a meeting. His eyes were icy and dark, narrowed on him and it sent shivers through Gilbert's body.

"I want to see your eyes as I fuck you. Let's see how long you can hold your tongue."

Ivan gripped Gilbert's legs and pushed him down hard, then began a rough and fast pace as he thrust in and out of him. Gilbert whimpered and moaned under him and yanked on the handcuffs as he twisted his torso, clenching his jaw as shameful pleasure filled him, and he tried not to smile.

It took a few minutes but after some more pleasured sounds Gilbert orgasmed and arched his back downward, thrusting his hips forward onto Ivan more. He let out a shaky sigh and panted heavily. Ivan continued, pushed himself closer and deeper and the pressure in his body made Gilbert whimper. Ivan lowered his head beside Gilbert's ear and he turned away, but Ivan grabbed his chin and forced him to look back.

"Are you giving military information to our enemies?" Ivan asked.

"Your enemies," Gilbert clarified.

"I'll take that as a yes. What have you told them? Where are you meeting?" Ivan thrust hard and Gilbert grunted.

"Fuck you," Gilbert growled. His eyes were on fire, cheeks flushed and red. Despite the expression on his face, he looked like he was enjoying it. For a moment, Ivan was quiet and just watched him.

"Fine, then we'll keep doing this."

Gilbert's brows furrowed and he looked scared as Ivan pulled out of him completely, then slammed into him hard enough to rock the headboard of the bed into the wall. There wasn't a moment to recover as Ivan proceeded to fuck him roughly. Ivan's hands gripped Gilbert's waist and pulled him onto his cock as he thrust down into him, leaving him moaning and gasping to catch his breath. Ivan slowed for a moment and smiled for a few seconds before his face hardened again.

"Aren't you enjoying this a little too much? You're so loud," Ivan commented but couldn't stop from smiling.

"I'm not..." Gilbert answered. Ivan squeezed his cock with his gloved hand and Gilbert tilted his head back with a shameless moan.

"You're such a bad liar." Gilbert jerked his arms and tried to squeeze Ivan between his legs but Ivan's hands held his legs down. He tutted a few times and loomed over him. Again, Ivan began his previous pace and listened as the chain rattled against the headboard, the wood occasionally hit the wall with a soft thud, and Gilbert's moans and grunts of pleasure that filled the room. Feeling Gilbert so tightly hugging him was like heaven had surrounded his body, but he was getting hot and sweating under his uniform; from being inside of Gilbert and feeling him pulse around him. Ivan slammed into his prostate over and over and brought Gilbert to his second orgasm quickly.

"Iv—an..." Gilbert muttered as his body released again. He was swollen and hot, his insides clenched around Ivan and it hurt a little but it felt so good.

"Should you really be moaning my name when you cum? Thought you didn't like this?" Ivan cupped Gilbert's cheek and rubbed his thumb against his skin. Gilbert could smell the fabric of Ivan's glove and he flinched away from it. "Tell me and this will stop," he demanded again to know Gilbert's plans. Gilbert responded with a grin and a chuckle, although notably weaker than before. It was obvious he was getting tired.

"Try harder," he challenged.

Ivan inhaled and then pulled Gilbert's body down, he lifted one of Gilbert's restrained legs and forced him onto his side and slammed into him at a downward angle. Ivan grit his teeth as he manhandled Gilbert and fucked him, and he couldn't help that feeling of needing to cum rising. After a few more thrusts, Ivan released inside of him with a deep grunt and held him still for a moment, catching his breath and enjoying how Gilbert felt around him. It was hard after that to maintain but he looked down and saw Gilbert's face of pure bliss, his cock limp but coming back to life, and he wanted to continue. Once the feeling passed, Ivan reached one hand down, peeled Gilbert's hole open, and let him feel the semen drip out of him.

"You—! You bastard!" Gilbert yelled and flinched away, cursing in German. Ivan almost laughed at what he said since it was silly and completely unrelated.

"That's not nice. I don't like brats who don't play nice." Ivan turned Gilbert over completely onto his stomach, twisting the chains, then lifted his hips. Gilbert whimpered and tried to crawl forward, but Ivan yanked him back onto his cock and sunk deep inside of him. Pink eyes squeezed shut and he gasped in pleasure, then buried his face into the bed to muffle his sounds as Ivan started to pound into him while squeezing his penis.

"Feels like you're used to taking Russian cock. Is this how you converted so many of my soldiers?" Ivan and gave a squeeze to Gilbert's ass.

Gilbert moaned but grit his teeth and looked over his shoulders with a fire in his eyes.

"I'm not a whore, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? If I just spread my legs for you whenever you wanted." Gilbert gave him a cocky grin.

Ivan smiled and then slammed hard into Gilbert's abused prostate and forced him to orgasm a third time with a soft whimper. Ivan noticed something different this time. Gilbert was panting heavily and gasping for air. Looking down, Ivan saw nothing on his hand except a few wet spots.

"Dry, Hm? How cute." Ivan whispered against Gilbert's nape. He flipped Gilbert over roughly and gazed down at him. Gilbert's belly and chest were covered in semen, his skin was shiny with sweat and his cheeks were bright pink. And his eyes — his eyes were watery and glaring at Ivan, but he couldn't hide the pleasure he felt.

"Are you going to talk now? I can keep going, but you look like you're at your limit, so tell me and beg me to stop," Ivan said as he gently rubbed one of Gilbert's legs. Gilbert swallowed and struggled with his voice for a moment before muttering out,

"Go to hell,"

Once again Ivan turned him over, pushed his erection in with assistance from his own semen, and took him like a wild animal. The pain from his swollen prostate hurt but in the best way possible and he voiced that despite himself. Ivan was relentlessly slamming into him, forcing himself so deep inside, hitting his prostate, and pushing his body down into the mattress. It was hard to breathe between the endless thrusts and shoving his face in the fabric, but that almost seemed to help him reach his fourth orgasm. Again he came dry but now he was laughing, giggling to himself and curling his body over. With a low moan, Ivan came as well and gripped his hips tighter, pushed deeper to get himself as far as possible. Gilbert was a mess of sweat and cum and Ivan found himself liking it a lot. Ivan flipped him over again and saw that Gilbert's eyes were wet with small tears, even though he was laughing and looked completely blissed out.

"Are you done yet?" Gilbert asked with exhaustion. He couldn't hide the clear fatigue on his face and the fact that he was having dry orgasms now. Ivan knew he'd passed his limit but this man continued to challenge him, and himself as well.

"Alright," Ivan said and roughly pulled out of Gilbert as he suddenly got off of the bed. He went to the closet and began to search through it. Gilbert watched him with a soft smile on his face, blushing softly as he felt semen trickle out of him, which only turned him on more. Within a minute Ivan walked back with a riding crop in his hands, although he almost had to stop to appreciate how beautiful Gilbert was. Gilbert narrowed his eyes on him.

"What are you doing?" he asked with trepidation, although his intrigue was hard to ignore. The sight of Ivan walking towards him, dressed in that uniform, tapping a riding crop against one hand with his erection poking out of his pants made Gilbert's cock twitch with excitement. He knew Ivan would do good, but this was another level that made Gilbert so happy.

"Since this isn't working and you're being so disobedient, I'll try another method." He danced the end of the crop across Gilbert's exposed ass, then tapped it against his swollen and leaking hole. Gilbert looked alarmed but his ass wiggled and hole puckered, forcing more fluid out, and bit his lip. Ivan saw it and smiled, face warm. He gave a light whip to Gilbert's ass that made him jolt with a small yelp, then gently poked at his balls before whipping his ass again. He did it again and again until Gilbert was writhing around moaning in pleasure.

Ivan walked further up and unhooked the handcuffs from the chain, allowing Gilbert more movement but his wrists were still tied. As Gilbert attempted to go to the edge of the bed, Ivan sat and pulled him over. Gilbert struggled a little but was draped over Ivan's lap with ease and kept wiggling, almost rocking his hips against him.

"I'd almost say you enjoy this, Gilbert," Ivan commented and spanked his hand against his ass, Gilbert moaned and jerked at the impact. "Wouldn't it be bad if the world found out? If they saw a former military power like you bent over like this?"

"Sh-Shut up— Ah—!" Ivan thrust a gloved finger into Gilbert's hole and began to stroke his prostate, soaking the fabric. He had Gilbert writhing and moaning so much that it brought more color to Ivan's cheeks and he felt pride swell in his chest. He shook his head and focused again, gripped the riding crop, and then ghosted it over Gilbert's butt.

"Tell me!" Ivan raised his voice and cracked the whip harder, making Gilbert yelp out and wince in sweet pain. Ivan heard a sob and saw Gilbert's fingers clenching the sheets where he could, but then hit him again. Gilbert lasted a minute under Ivan's ministrations before stuttering out.

"Cu-Cumming..."

Ivan retracted his hand. He felt a warm wetness on his thigh. Gilbert had his fifth orgasm and was shuddering from how sensitive he was. Ivan was amazed by him, and curious.

"Talk," Ivan demanded and curled his finger; it pushed into Gilbert's prostate and his entire body convulsed. Even so, Ivan continued to spank him to the point that Gilbert was clawing at the bed trying to escape. Ivan thrust two fingers in, slammed into his prostate, and heard Gilbert whine and felt him shudder again. He wasn't sure but he thought maybe he forced a sixth orgasm by the way Gilbert gasped out little cries and panted, his entire body twitching from any touch. Just as Ivan curled his fingers again, Gilbert whimpered and jerked forward.

"Red," Gilbert said the word weakly, his voice hoarse and tired.

Ivan's eyes went wide. He tossed the riding crop aside, removed his gloves, lifted Gilbert into his arms, and then placed him on the bed gently.

"Hold on, let me get you out of these," he said and unlocked the handcuffs with a key Gilbert had given him beforehand. Gilbert groaned as he rubbed his wrists and noticed that they were slightly red from the material rubbing against his skin, but it was nothing too bad. Next, Ivan began to unstrap the bindings holding Gilbert's legs together. Once both legs were free, Gilbert tried to stretch them and immediately yelled in pain.

"Ow ow ow! Fuck! My legs!" He grabbed one of his kneecaps and turned onto his side as he shouted humorously. Ivan watched with a little smile and chuckled at the sight, although he felt a bit bad since Gilbert's legs had been restrained for so long. Ivan rubbed Gilbert's legs as the man finally managed to stretch them out flat without it hurting too much, but god did his entire lower half feel like jelly.

"So, did I do good?" Ivan asked him; his usual shyness showed through a bit more now. "It was my first time roleplaying like that, so..."

Gilbert shifted on the bed, although winched at some pain he felt in his back, then rubbed at Ivan's leg.

"You were great! It was exactly what I wanted, and you played the part of a brutal interrogation officer so well! It was super sexy! And fuck, when you brought out that riding crop I nearly came just seeing you like that." Gilbert laughed cutely then grinned coyly at him. "And y'know... I didn't talk, so you still have some punishment to give me." Ivan blushed and looked away.

"I um...really enjoyed it too," Ivan admitted shyly. Gilbert chuckled and squeezed his thigh.

"Good, I'm glad you did. I was worried you wouldn't," Gilbert's voice was soft and quiet as he snuggled against Ivan's side. Ivan looked down at him — Gilbert looked so exhausted as if he could fall asleep any second.

"We should get you cleaned up, let's go take a bath, okay?" Ivan suggested. Gilbert groaned as he sat up, his hair a frazzled mess. He didn't want to get up because it hurt when any muscle moved but he was so cute to look at.

"Fine. I do feel pretty gross," Gilbert mumbled as he looked down at his semen-stained body and lightly touched his sore hole as well. Ivan blushed and whispered a soft apology as he rubbed Gilbert's back in soothing motions. Gilbert chuckled. "You're fine. Come on, let's go," Gilbert said as he scooted to the edge of the bed. He put one foot on the floor, then immediately fell when he put any weight on it.

"Gilbert?" Ivan worriedly jumped off the bed and went to him on the floor. Gilbert looked adorably irritated. "Are you okay?" he asked and knelt in front of him.

"Can't walk," Gilbert mumbled in embarrassed annoyance. "This is your fault you know, fucking me like a goddamn jackhammer."

Ivan smiled a little at that comment and felt some cocky pride. He lifted Gilbert into his arms and then kissed his pink lips, finally after not kissing him for so long. Even Gilbert's kisses felt weak; he really was exhausted. Seeing him like that made Ivan want to take care of him.

"You asked me to, remember? Technically it's your fault."

Gilbert grumbled in acceptance and leaned against Ivan's chest; he was so warm and comforting that it made Gilbert even more sleepy and was nearly falling asleep in his arms. Ivan kissed Gilbert's forehead and then made his way to the bathroom. Along the way, he made a mental note of the next time they roleplay, and what he would do differently.

Thanks for reading!
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You have no idea — and I mean no fucking idea — how hard it was to keep myself from calling this fic "Interrobang." I joked about it being an "interro-fuck" on tumblr because Ivan is interrogating Gil while fucking him, but the punctuation-loving bitch I am remembered the wonderful but uncommon punctuation mark, the interrobang (‽), and I lost my shit laughing.

Author's notes/thoughts:
•Thank you to anon on tumblr for giving me the riding crop idea.
•I've never really written roleplay of something...dubious like this before. Hopefully I did okay. I do like the idea that they'd play around with ideas like this because Gilbert's a horny bastard who drools over Ivan in an authoritative setting and in uniform.
•Every so often you'll catch bits of both of them struggling to maintain the act because it feels so good, but they try hard to keep the roleplay going.
•When Gilbert yelled in German, he definitely said something like "Fluffy bunnies" just to try to break Ivan.
•Ivan asking if he did good repaired my tainted soul after writing this.