Ludwig groaned, feeling the Russian's nails dig into his tender skin, leaving angry, red lacerations as Ivan buried himself within the German. Ludwig tightened himself around the Russian, his muscles tightening around the man's pulsating member, dribbling pre cum in its wake as it moved faster within the blonde.
"Ahhn..so..tight…take me in like a dirty slut…" Ivan snarled, thrusting as hard as he could, Ludwig moaning as the Ruski's cock hit the blonde's prostate roughly.
Ludwig's knees threatened to buckle, the overpowering pleasure of Ivan's dick drove him insane, robbed him of his inhibitions. He tightened as hard as he could, tensing his ring around the Russian's member. He knew Ivan loved it, wanted to be inside of him ever since he laid eyes on him, leading up til today.
The heated, frantic fucking from the Ruski made it quite clear…
"Y-you…you love my big cock, don't you…" Ivan hissed, tracing a line of saliva down Ludwig's neck with his warm, smooth tongue.
"Tell me…tell me you want me to fill you…" Ivan's breath grew labored, his thrusting slowed, he wanted to hear that German's authoritative voice craving him. He was reaching his limit, he needed to hear it to get him off…
"I…Ivan-kun…" Ludwig murmured, unable to form sentences with Ivan's lusty movements with his throbbing cock.
"Mhmmm.." Ivan struggled, he could feel the Russian thrusting almost…almost…
Ludwig turned suddenly, lying atop of the table. He pulled the lascivious Ruski on top of him by his pink scarf, a knot of fabric bunched in his white knuckled fist. His hands grasped Ivan's flushed face, pulling it close to his own, heatedly crushing his lips onto Ivan's. He pulled away for a brief moment.
He lowered his hand, guiding Ivan's swollen member to his wet, tight entrance once more. "Please, Ivan Braginski, fill me with your sticky cum…"
He pushed his mouth on the Russian's once again, shivering at Ivan's quickened motions. He pumped harder and harder, breaking the heated kiss, resting his chin on the blonde's shoulder as he pushed deeper into the tight passage.
"I can't hold it…any more...ah…ahnn…" Ivan pushed one last time, Ludwig salivating as he anticipated the Russian's reward. Arcing his back to full height, the blonde shuddered as Ivan's cock tensed, firing spurts of hot seed within him. Ivan gave a strangled cry, moving his hips stiffly, milking every drop of his cum into Ludwig's sweet entrance.
The German's breathing quickened as he felt his own cock respond accordingly, becoming painfully aroused as the Russian pulled out, attempting to catch his breath. But due to the bonds restricting Ludwig's limbs, self service was a bit difficult.
"I-Ivan…one more thing…" Ludwig pleaded, barely able to string words into a sentence as Ivan's cum leaked from his passage, trailing down his legs. The Russian turned to face him, amethyst eyes darkening in malice.
"And that would be…?" Ivan inquired innocently, but his voice was crisp and translucent, his every intention clearly spelled out behind it.
"I n-need to …well, that is…I want…"
Ivan stepped forward bluntly, lowering a hand to stroke the German's dripping wet member. "I detest stuttering, so…forget about making a point, because.." jerking the ring teasingly, "It's quite clear you already have." Ivan smirked, lowering himself to level himself with Ludwig's erect cock.
Cradling it in both hands, Ivan ran his tongue up the blonde's heat, tracing saliva around the slit, smiling at the veins rising and the dark red blush on the German's tip. "Ooohh…no…p-please.." Ludwig gasped, biting his lip as he could feel his dick swell to its limit, the demanding muscle pressing against the metallic cock ring tightly.
With a quick turn, Ivan removed the cock ring with his teeth, tossing it to the side. Before Ludwig could react, Ivan took him into his mouth once more, wrapping a gloved hand at the base of the blonde's shaft, pumping it rhythmically. Ludwig moaned louder, jerking his hips forward as the contractions increased. Snaking his fingers through Ivan's thick hair, gripping the strands, he couldn't help himself as he began to thrust into Ivan's mouth violently.
Ivan remained still, unopposed. His hand continued to massage Ludwig's cock, he could taste the German's slick pre cum, and the warm taste was irresistible. His bated breath grew louder, unable to sustain composure. "Aaah…Aahn..AHH-" Ludwig cried, feeling a wave of innate pleasure consume him. With a final thrust, he pulled the Russian's hair, burying himself to the hilt, relieving himself inside Ivan's mouth with a final violent jerk. Ivan closed his eyes in serenity, savoring the bittersweet dessert of the German's seed as it shot onto his tongue, coated his throat in a welcome embrace. His throat made a barely audible swallowing sound, and a sigh of satisfaction could be heard from the two as they both fell to the floor in exhaustion.
Ivan slowly undid Ludwig's binds, removing the bar on his ankles, and the wrist cuffs, tossing them into the sink, probably to wash them.
"So I assume we're in agreement." Ivan commented as if nothing had interrupted their meeting, buckling his pants and buttoning his trench coat. "Veneciano and Gilbert will report directly to my campus a day a week for disciplinary training, da?"
Ludwig redressed himself, unable to mull over the details of any plans for his subordinates when all the chaos of what had just occurred swarmed in his head like angry bees. "I s-suppose." He stood up shakily, feeling fatigue emerge within him. He no longer desired to dwell within Ivan's house, he wanted to go home and sleep off everything. Maybe at some point think clearly.
"Alright, well have a safe walk home, Ludwig." Ivan smiled, turning away to fold the table cloth that was strewn upon the floor tiles of the dining area, hugging it to his chest. "Don't forget our little talk, okay?" he giggled, stuffing the folded table cover into a pantry.
"Good night, Ivan." Ludwig found himself responding in a meek whisper, barely able to make eye contact as he slipped out the door. His heart was pounding like an anxious snare drum in a devil's march. What was it, fear? Anger? sadness? Anxiousness?
He didn't even want to think about it. He checked his onyx embossed watch, wincing at the lateness of the hour. Hopefully the two troublemaking men were fast asleep, Ludwig was in no mood to deal with his arrogant brother's boasting. Or Veneciano's sobbing for that matter. Either one was a one way ticket to a migraine. He just craved sleep, dark, comfortable sleep.
Opening the oaken door quietly, he breathed a steady sigh of relief, the room was inky black, and the rumbling snore and tiny sniffle of two sleeping subordinates was loud and clear. The room was even clean, untouched by chaos or anarchy while he was away. Slinking through the room, he shut the door to his bedroom behind him ever so carefully. After all, both Gilbert and Veneciano were light sleepers, and Ludwig wasn't looking forward to entertaining either of them with a recollection of what he'd done. Eagerly stripping off the stately German regalia down to his bare skin, he crept into his bathroom contentedly. Throwing down a cotton towel onto the rack, he climbed into his shower, combating exhaustion with every move.
Hot spray from the shower was always welcome, the blonde scrubbing every intricate feature of his well built frame, hoping to scrape away every trace of Ivan possible. His muscles ached deeply from Ivan's rough movements, and purple bruises began to take form on his arms and neck from the Ruski's eager thrusts. The scrub brush grazed a bruise on his chest, causing Ludwig to wince in pain.
He couldn't help but find his mind returning to Ivan's room, replaying the night's events. Ivan's handcuffs, his lusty voice, his massive…pulsing…
Ludwig growled, dismissing the thoughts from his head. He had to do anything but recall that brute's sexual acts. He couldn't help himself though, despite his strict decorum, he couldn't help but remember the pleasure, the sensation of being filled by Ivan's aggressive heat. But thinking about the well-endowed Russian, especially in the shower, felt so…dirty.
The blonde felt his throat constrict, his lungs quiver, he felt like he was suffocating, drowning in the flashbacks. The hot water reverberated against his shoulders, water droplets striking his member, which was admittedly growing hard from thoughts of the Ruski. He couldn't help but allow a hand to stray below his navel, he began to pump his semi-erect cock steadily, thoughts of Ivan fucking him hungrily running through his head. Every thought was so intense, the past felt like the present.
"aahnn…Ivan…f..fuck.." Ludwig swore, his member throbbing at the mere mention of the Russian's name. "F…fill me again..." he hissed under the coaxing warmth of the rushing water, allowing stray droplets of the heated liquid to hit the slit of his cock, moaning at the intense waves of arousal.
Ludwig leaned against the marble wall of the shower, reclining into the shower bench unable to utter a sound, torn between the torrential need to cum and the cold, raw fear at the sight in front of him at that very moment.
A billowing cloud of steam cleared from the front of the shower, revealing a grandiose display of gold encrusted faucets spraying heated water, marble paneling spanning the shower, and leaning against the elaborately clad faucet, was the smiling, naked form of none other than Ivan Braginski, with a smug grin on his lips and the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes.
"Miss me?" Ivan giggled, ascending to the bench where the naked and embarrassingly aroused Ludwig cowered. Even in fear, Ludwig couldn't help but marvel at the Russian's muscular body, and how good he looked when absolutely soaked.
Ludwig inched himself up on the bench, unable to possibly imagine a successful means of escape.