Chapter 3

"You lied to me," Ivan softly whispered into Arthur's ear, leaning over his back.

"I have not," Arthur grumbled indignantly and Ivan stood straight, glaring at the red welts that striped the young man's back.

"Maybe I should just fuck you. Teach you a lesson about lying to your master. What do you think, boy?" Ivan leaned forward over his shoulder and Arthur wiggled, letting out a panicked yell as he fought to get away and Ivan stepped back. All thoughts of protesting he wasn't a liar fled Arthur's mind as the predatory smile from Ivan reached him.

The boy was prideful and easily embarrassed. He was intelligent and modest as could be. "Or maybe I should make you beg for it first." Ivan grinned as he undid the laces on his pants and pulled them down, stepping forward before thrusting himself between baby soft cheeks.

It sent a shiver of delight up his spine as Arthur realized what was happening and quaked with disgust. Ivan moved his hips, thrusting a few times before taking his hand and spit on his palm before coating himself with the wetness. Arthur, thinking he was about to be raped screamed, in fear as the other slid himself back between his ass cheeks, reaching around with his other hand to caress and fondle.

Arthur was mortified. What was he doing?! At least he wasn't being raped, but he wasn't sure this was much better! The hand that ran over him was still moist from the spit, and though it was disgusting on so many different levels, he couldn't fight himself growing hard at the contact and burned red at the realization. He clenched his eyes, turning away as he was used, the friction over his hole somehow becoming horribly warm and inviting while the hand that now pumped him with a speedy rhythm forced his body to respond on instinct in ways he despised.

He bit his lip to the point of tasting blood to keep from moaning, and realized he still was. He could feel the steady throbbing of himself in the other's hand and clenched his teeth, just trying to breathe through the sensation as Ivan pulled away and walked around him, stepping right up and moved his own hardness against Arthur's. He stared down in shock over the size of him as Ivan wrapped both hands around them, pressing them together as his hips jerked, the friction of both hands and Ivan against him causing him to call out in surprise. He stared down, seeing clearly what was happening and shook his head, tears in his eyes as Ivan watched too.

"You're just as hard as I am..." Ivan panted out, looking at Arthur's face as he stared down in an odd combination of horror and passion. "Are you about to come, little slave?" Ivan grinned as Arthur's hips started moving against his will. Ivan spit down, landing right between where the two organs met and the added moisture caused Arthur's breath to catch in his throat.

"Please stop!" Arthur whimpered, knowing he couldn't hold it back for much longer, but Ivan laughed, squeezing a little tighter, thrusting a little harder against him as Arthur whimpered, falling forward to the end of the chain as he groaned, releasing. Ivan grinned as he pumped a few more times, his breath in pants as he let go with one hand, still pumping himself with the other as his free hand grasped Arthur's chin and moved it up. He kissed him hard, the panting for breath leaving Arthur's mouth hanging open as Ivan started pressing himself against Arthur's stomach.

Arthur's skin was as smooth as could be. Ivan pushed his tongue into the other's mouth as he kissed him senseless before pulling his head back, knowing his end was close. He grasped the back of Arthur's head and pulled it down. "Keep your eyes open." He demanded and Arthur stared at what was happening, a bit horrified before Ivan grunted, spraying all over his own softening dick.

Ivan stepped back with a wild look in his eyes, seeing Arthur staring in horror at his own penis as he slid himself into his pants. He grasped the shirt he'd cut from the boy and used it to clean the mess before sighing with content.

"I'm going to step out for a minute. We'll do this again in an hour," he spoke before turning and walking from the room, leaving the other there to think about what had just happened. He could only chuckle when just after he closed the door, he heard the other yell.

"WHAT?!"

Ivan returned an hour and a half later. He had gotten caught up chatting with the cooks and had forgotten the time for a while before grinning and running up the stairs, nearly flying through the door, closing it carefully behind him. He couldn't hide his giddy excitement as he looked at the boy still shaking in worry, hanging in the center of the room. "I'll offer you a choice. Either we can repeat what we did earlier, or you can use your mouth on me." Ivan grinned as he walked around, grasping Arthur's chin and holding his gaze up.

Arthur stared back in horror. "What kinds of options are those?!"

"Or, if you really want, I could take you completely," Ivan offered, feigning boredom as he looked to the side. A dark smile came over his face as Arthur whimpered. Arthur tried to step back, but the chains were too tight to allow much room, though. "I'll give you five minutes to decide, or the third option it is." Ivan stepped back, putting something on the bedside table. He laid down on his bed, smiling at the panicked sounds the other made as he weighed the options.

At least what they had done before wasn't painful. Arthur couldn't stand the thought of having that massive thing in his mouth, but having someone else kissing him and watching him get off was more than he could handle.

That was his real set of options. Getting off in front of the other, or having him in his mouth. He looked at the other on the bed and whimpered. He knew he sounded pathetic, but this wasn't a normal situation by any means.

He already knew the one he had to choose. He couldn't fit that in his mouth. He would choke on it. "T-t-t-t-t-t-" He tried to speak and Ivan sat up.

"You made up your mind, slave?" Ivan watched as Arthur nearly cried, but nodded gently. "Would you rather come with me?" he asked, his voice a low purr as he stood, walking over with hooded eyes and a large, toothy grin.

Arthur winced. He made it sound like he wanted it. He let out a shuddered breath as he nodded and Ivan grasped his handcuffs, lifting them off of the hook before grabbing the key, a metal bar with balled ends, and two more pairs of cuffs from the wall and laid Arthur on his bed.

"Move without my permission and I might forget blood is not a lubricant." He watched as Arthur nearly stopped breathing, not moving a muscle as Ivan got above the bed. He undid one of the cuffs and pulled his hands through the bars, reconnecting them. He then went to the bed between Arthur's legs, much to his horror and lifted the bar, weighting it before frowning.

"Lift your knees," Ivan ordered and was unable to hide his grin when he was immediately obeyed. The bar was slid under and Ivan connected one of the handcuffs to the outside of each leg before lifting it up, connecting the cuffs to the top of the bed as well. They were a little longer, so Arthur's knees were probably only around the bottom of his ribs, but it was enough to grant Ivan full access to him. His back was still completely flat against the bed and Ivan moved in close, checking angles before nodding and placing the key on the table at the top of the bed. He stood and undid the pants, this time completely. He stripped down to nothing and climbed into the bed, leaning down and sliding the top half of his body under the bar, which practically forced Arthur's legs around him.

"No!" Arthur started to panic. "I meant what happened before! Please!" He shook his head, turning pale and Ivan stared, a grin coming to his face.

"It's just a change of position. I won't take you unless you choose that option," Ivan said in a husky tone as he reached to the table, grabbing something he'd put there when he'd first came in.

Arthur noticed a small bottle and watched as it was uncorked. Ivan pulled out from between Arthur's legs and poured the liquid over his hand before pushing the cork back in and coated himself with the substance. He reached again for the table, replacing the bottle and grabbing something else. It was only about the size of a finger and made of glass, but it was worry Arthur felt when he started to coat it with the remnants of what was on his hand as he looked up.

"This is a butt plug. It's not big, so it shouldn't hurt. You may want to relax, though, or it may hurt more." Ivan watched as Arthur stared, one pupil blowing large in panic.

He wasn't going to relax. Ivan slowly pressed the item against him, running it over his hole before carefully sliding it into him. Arthur didn't yell out in panic or pain, which pleased Ivan immensely. He honestly didn't want to hurt the boy, just get him to start enjoying this. He slid himself back between the other's legs and wrapped his hand around and frowned.

"Wait," Ivan grumbled, moving back away as he reached for the keys, undoing the bar that was keeping his legs up. Arthur sighed in relief, realizing he wasn't the only one uncomfortable in that position. When his legs lowered a little, though, the item that Ivan had put into him hit something that forced a whimper from him. Arthur flushed at the realization of the sound and Ivan looked at him with immediate happiness. Without the smaller being chained to the ceiling, it was much easier to grasp them, and the movement of his hips felt so much better. Ivan groaned as he pushed them together, feeling legs instinctively wrap around him and started pumping, his hips thrusting almost at full force right off the bat.

The liquid caused a sensation Arthur nearly screamed at. It didn't just feel good anymore. It was nearly magical. He felt his body move beyond his control, his hips thrusting, and when they lowered, the spot inside him was hit by the glass plug again, nearly making him see stars. He knew he was making sounds he couldn't stop. Moans and groans filled the air in the room, spurring on Ivan, who took this as a cue to go faster and harder.

Neither of them was able to withstand for too long, and Arthur cried out as he released, the throbbing causing Ivan to go at the same time. Ivan watched as Arthur clenched his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to stop tears from trailing down his cheeks.

"Why do you cry?" Ivan asked, staring down at the other, his legs squeezing Ivan's sides. Ivan realized it was an attempt to bring them up and cover himself, and decided to allow it for now, pulling back and watching how the other would respond.

Arthur couldn't curl into a ball like he wanted because of the cuffs, but at least he felt a little less vulnerable like this.

"So dirty... I feel so filthy! Why would you do this?! What do you have to gain from doing this to me?!" Arthur cried out, tears now freely falling down his face, and Ivan stared, surprised at the outburst.

He was terrified when Ivan's surprise quickly turned to mirth, his eyes wide and shining with excitement. "I was told there are only two ways to train a slave, to love you or to fear you. Would you rather I start torturing you instead, little slave?" Ivan asked, watching as Arthur's eyes widened, goosebumps visibly raising across his skin. "It would start by chaining you back to the ceiling. I would rape you every hour or so, and every flinch I felt, every scream or attempt to escape, would end in a hit. You would be beaten black and blue the first time, probably until you were unconscious." He watched as Arthur choked at the thought.

"After all," he continued, "it is very painful. Your natural instincts would have you getting pummeled into a bloody, heaping mess. I would do this during my waking ours until you were able to withstand without fighting back. Then I would bring you down, unchaining you and allowing you freedom of movement, but I would also tell you the places you could walk. I would check on you occasionally, and if I found I was disobeyed, I would rape and beat you again. When I came in every hour, I would continue to take you, making you do as I wanted, and for every negative, you would still get hit. This would continue until you were too afraid of me to fight back. It's affective, the loyalty can't be beat after the spirit is broken. You would be a shell of your former self. You wouldn't feel pain or joy anymore, only fear of my disappointment. Does that sound more like what you'd want?" Ivan asked, watching as Arthur shook, terrified.

"That sounds like hell..." Arthur whimpered out, tears falling down his cheeks as he realized that could still happen to him.

"It's much worse than hell." Ivan frowned, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the boy. "By the time the training is complete, the mind is gone. You can do nothing but follow directions. There is no free thought. There is only fear and vacancy. It's effective, but it's terrible. You seem intelligent, and making your mind flee is not something I feel would be useful." Ivan watched as Arthur just stared at him, shaking like a leaf with his knees pressed hard together, pulled up and covering him.

"So... you're trying to make me love you, then? Will you do the same thing without the beatings? Am I to eventually be raped anyway?" he asked, his chest and voice nearly vibrating with the strain to keep air steadily flowing through his lungs.

"Not quite. Instead of the pain, I make you feel pleasure. I get you used to the sensations of it, and keep going until you finally decide to give yourself to me. Instead of making you fear me, I make you want my affections. I make you want to keep me happy." Ivan leaned down, caressing Arthur's cheek softly. "Eventually you will only be happy if I'm fucking you. Doesn't that sound better than torture?" he asked softly and Arthur nearly threw up. Ivan sat back quickly, hearing the gag in surprise.

"Is the thought of wanting it that bad for you?" he asked with amusement.

"I was innocent, damn you! I'd never been touched in such ways, and to hear your plan is to make me BEG for...that... It's disgusting! I'd rather die! I'd rather..." Arthur stared as he realized one thing he could do.

He quickly shoved his tongue out of his mouth and tried to bite down, surprised to find a finger in the back of his jaw, between his back teeth in a fraction of a second. The pressure of the thick finger pressing right into his nerve was horrible and Arthur heard the groan escape as Ivan stared.

"Try that again and I will make you fear me, boy." Ivan glared, the amusement on his face gone. He reached in and grasped Arthur's tongue, chanting a spell as he stared Arthur in the eyes. He felt claustrophobic with Ivan above him, in his mouth, his eyes intense as he stared.

It wasn't too long until Ivan released his mouth and Arthur gasped before biting closed in fear and pain. Arthur was so cold! He felt his whole body break out in goosebumps again as he tried to fight off the chill that seemed to radiate from his tongue.

"What did you do?" Arthur whimpered, even the air blowing past his mouth seemed to freeze.

"I half froze your tongue. It's now extra sensitive from the cold. If you try and bite it, you'll pass out from pain before you can do enough damage. Do not try and hurt yourself. I do not tolerate such things, and if you defy me, your training can become infinitely worse. At least now you're only upset because you're enjoying it. I can make it the most painful, horrible, and degrading thing you've ever imagined, slave. Remember that." Ivan frowned as he stood, sliding on his clothes before leaving, Arthur still chained by his hands to the bed.

Ivan walked to the front of the ship, staring at the water that came at them with anger. He honestly wanted to treat the boy kindly. He didn't want to have to torture him, but he was too prideful. He thought he was above things like sex? Did people even have complexes that big? It didn't make sense.

"He doesn't understand."

Ivan turned and looked down at the girl, staring up at him with a fire of anger in her blue eyes. Her long, golden hair seemed to flow on the breeze of the ship's movement. She was the one who could see the future.

"Are you old enough to have this conversation, little one?" Ivan couldn't even find it in himself to smile at the oddity of the situation. Instead, he found himself cringing at how horribly inappropriate her seeing such a future was.

"I have the knowledge of the future. I have the understanding of people much older than you, childish king." Ivan's jaw dropped at the rudeness of the girl, but realized what she meant.

"How does he not understand, then? Pleasure is better than pain, da? Isn't it simple to choose it over the other?" Ivan asked, his confusion nearly tangible, and the girl frowned.

"Where you're from, and with the life you've lead, yes, but for him things are different. There is no love. There is no sex or kisses. He was raised to understand he would always be alone. Women are seen as weak and worthless, and you're treating him like one. He's realizing that to you, he's only a toy to be played with. If you were always told you were hated, if you were a chronic romantic with dreams of losing your virginity to someone who meant the world to you, how would this feel? If all you wanted was to know someone you knew loved you back infinitely, but instead you were used like a doll by someone who you felt wouldn't matter if it were anybody there, how much would that hurt?" She watched as Ivan stared, surprised at her words, and the understanding of their meaning.

"To him," she continued, "this is as degrading as it gets. Sex for him is a dirty word. He never planned on getting this far, and to hear he'd want to beg for it, it would be less painful to have his legs cut off. Arthur is strong, but he's very specific and as bright as he can be, he loathes himself. He always has."

"Why?" He asked carefully, eyes wide, and the girl let out a breath, happy he was finally talking.

"His parents committed suicide. His village throws trash at him and calls him names. His only real friend he watched die at your men's hands and after that, the ones only he can see have disappeared. He's been abandoned in every sense of the word. If everyone, every single person told you that you were to blame, how long would it take for their words to infect you?" She watched as Ivan frowned.

This realization didn't settle well on him. It was hard to break down someone who was already broken without completely shattering their psyche. That's why he wasn't responding right. He didn't have the same understandings as those Ivan was used to. He didn't have the same thoughts or mentality. "If you would have said that this morning, I could have changed how I do things." He sighed, now a little lost in his thoughts.

How was he going to slave a man who was already a slave to himself?

"But then you would have changed how you did things. What he needs is understanding, and as much as you want to make him your slave, you have to understand that for him, the only way to make him think of such things is to become his as well." She watched as Ivan stared, shocked and a bit horrified.

"I'm not sure I understand..." he mumbled as he watched the girl cross her arms, looking out at the water.

"Without the ocean, the beach is nothing, but without the land, there would be no one to need the water. They don't fight against each other, but they require the other to help them be what they need to be. You and Arthur are now the same way. If you want him to open up to you, you have to be his slave, but if you are his, then he will be yours as well." She watched as he processed the words.

"What do you suggest?" Ivan asked with a cautious tone, his eyes narrowing on the girl.

Somehow he had a feeling he should be offering her a position as an adviser with her insights.